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”It’s pretty obvious they are talking about the home star of the Vlaka. It was at the end of its life cycle, and then reinvigorated somehow. I saw a report on it before I. . . Well some time ago. Many Solarians praise it as a miracle, others as an abomination. Last I heard, no formal intelligence exists as to why it reinvigorated.”

Hearing this, Tux Manifold steps into the bridge.

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”It’s pretty obvious they are talking about the home star of the Vlaka. It was at the end of its life cycle, and then reinvigorated somehow. I saw a report on it before I. . . Well some time ago. Many Solarians praise it as a miracle, others as an abomination. Last I heard, no formal intelligence exists as to why it reinvigorated.”
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Hearing this, Tux Manifold steps into the bridge.
"I think I could help, my extensive experience with watching Deep Countures Institute is exactly whats needed to investigate whats going on with that star rekindling, just a theory, but I bet it's related to what's going on at Akiton, and as long as you clean up after yourselves, I'm not really needed here."

Tux's head slumps
"Not going to Akiton... but the wreck of the returned, what could be more important for a Starfinder mission right now?"

Tux looks like he was about to say more, but stops as the ship's intercom comes on.

"Of course I'm supposed to be here, we're all going to Akiton, right?"

Tux shows you his Starfinder employee badge, which says "facilities maintenance."

"I hadn't run into any of you before, since I work the night shift. So how's the trip gone so far? I haven't heard any combat yet... that's a good sign, right? Cleaning up after a starship battle is always a mess, but I'm up to the task if need be!" Tux shifts some cleaning supplies around.

"I'm starving. Anyone else hungry? I can cook too, much better than having protein powder." Tux starts to head for the galley.

Tux Manifold wakes up and stretches amongst the pipes in the wall.

"Are we at Akiton already? Who's drinking the protein shakes? I don't mind cleaning up, but could you at least rinse your cup?"

”Agreed, staying in one place for too long is. . . Bad.”

Tux takes CTU-596's advice to hear without saying anything, then finishes cleaning the room. Tux waves as he leaves the room.

"Nice meeting all of you, good luck on your mission, I bet you're going to Akiton! I'm sure I'll run into you again."

looks at Tux. "It's nice to have hobbies, but I would suggest you consume DCI stuff with a grain of salt. Not the most reliable content. At least from what I understand."

Tux Manifold wrote:

"Oh, wow, the director of Silverline Institute, my cousin on Akiton collects and sells used augmentations, he talks about the Silverline Institute all the time. You two should hook up."

The Doctor exhales a sharp, derisive huff at the suggestion, with eyes rolling. Hook up with some scavenger who deals in second-hand augmentations? The thought alone reeks of rust and desperation. To him, such a meeting would end with a zero knife at someone’s throat long before it ever reached a toast. He doesn’t bother dignifying Tux’s comment with a reply, and his gaze drifts elsewhere, already done with the conversation.

Tux Manifold's whiskers droop a bit, feeling a bit rejected that no one takes him seriously, but he shrugs it off after hearing.

"Just got back from there, some dull work shifting equipment, then we went and looked at a wrecked ship - was very strange in there"

Excited Tux speaks to Big Red

As CTU-596 and Big Red enter.

"Don't mind me, I'm also done here, just got to clean the windows next. By the way, I'm Tux Manifold, you must be more of the Starfinders. Have either of you been to Akiton? I bet that ship that crashed there recently had been hiding in the sun since before the Gap ended."

Tux Manifold wrote:

" By the way, in case anyone is courious, I'm Tux Manifold. So Dr Fix, what kind of doctoring do you do?"

His gaze shifts to Tux when addressed.

After a few measured seconds, he responds. "Are ye serious?" The question lands more like an accusation, as though Tux’s ignorance of The Doctor were the real offense.

"Augmentation surgery," Leopold says flatly. "Cybernetics, biotechs, and the occasional miracle when someone's more scrap than flesh. I’m the director of the Silverline Institute. We make people better than they were, or at least… functional again." His eyes drift elsewhere, showing little interest in the conversation itself.

"Oh, wow, the director of Silverline Institute, my cousin on Akiton collects and sells used augmentations, he talks about the Silverline Institute all the time. You two should hook up."

Tux Manifold wrote:

"Maybe you need someone like me to keep your starship clean during a mission? I don't take up much space."

"All of you are new to me, so I don't mind. Not sure if it's my call, however. Maybe you should ask Arvin fellow. He called the meeting, after all."

"I've asked before, but Captain Arvin says I'm too valuable here. I know my stuff, I've watched every episode of the Deep Cultures Institute's videos on Ancient Aliens living in the sun. I think the first ones are behind the Gap, and the recent crashed ship on Akiton. I bet that's where your mission is going to be at, maybe you could sneak me on board?"

Anyone can roll a DC 12 Society, or check your com units spam folder for more info on the Deep Cultures Institute.

"The prophecy did not provide me with this vision. I'm Étoile marcheuse. I hope during the exploration you don't mind my telepathic message," said Étoile marcheuse with an insectoid voice.

"I didn't get any prophecy about cake on the floor either. Normally, I'm just here straightening up the chairs and taking out the trash. Sometimes people forget to clean their boots and leave muddy footprints. Not all mud from around the galaxy is equally easy to clean. I've started to keep samples from the footprints I've cleaned here. Have you encountered any interesting mud sources during your explorations?"

Tux pauses like he's trying to get his nerves up to say something.
"Maybe you need someone like me to keep your starship clean during a mission? I don't take up much space."

"Name's Blake.", the man turns to Leopold. "Am I early? Or..." he looks at the door sign. "Wrong room, perhaps?"

"Good call on shutting off the floor heating. I'll have to remember that, this cake would have lasted a lot longer had I done that."

Are you one of the Starfinders? If so, you have the right room. Captain Arvin had to go clean up first. He got hit in the face with a piece of cake. I'd like to be a Starfinder someday. Looks like they have good parties! So what kind of Starfindering do you do?"

"The Doctor does not arrive to wait," he says flatly, fixing the ysoki with an unblinking stare before finally breaking his gaze. "This room could use a bit more cleaning," he adds, gesturing with a precise flick of his finger toward the cake frosting on the floor, pointedly ignoring the ysoki’s offer.

"No need to wait, I could use a hand cleaning. Normally, these rooms aren't this messy. They had a big party here to celebrate someone getting a..."

The Ysoki twitches their whiskers as they search for the answer.
"Oh, a campaign coin, that's what they said it was. Sounds kind of outdated to me, everyone uses credits these days. Whatever it is, they all seemed excited about it."

The Ysoki finishes the icing on the floor and moves to clearing off the table while still talking.

" By the way, in case anyone is courious, I'm Tux Manifold. So Dr Fix, what kind of doctoring do you do?"

As you enter a Ysoki, cleaning the room greets you.
"Venture-Captain Arvin said to let you know he's running a bit late today. Don't mind me, I'm just here cleaning up after the party. Would you like some frosting? There is still some on the floor over here, it's really good!"