"Warm up the thrusters," Vetra commanded, her eyes reflecting the neon green glow of the sludge pools below. "If the God is calling, we won't greet them with clean hands. We’ll bring the stench of a thousand factories."
Her skin, a translucent shade of bruised purple, slicked with a protective layer of natural secretions that shielded her from the caustic fog. Behind her, the massive vent of the toxin-scrubber groaned, belching out a fresh cloud of sulfurous yellow gas. To any other species in the galaxy, this room was a death sentence. To the Toxoids of Otheman, it was a nursery. STELLARIS TOXOIDS SPECIES(2022)
Vetra sighed, a wet, rattling sound. "Tell them it is a localized pheromonal greeting. If they want the trade deal for the mutagenic crystals, they have to breathe the air we breathe." "Warm up the thrusters," Vetra commanded, her eyes