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As you near Vega, a swirling mass of tendrils latch onto the hull of your ship pulling it close and shaking its contents loose. The wall glows red before reaching its melting point before appendages slick with corrosive fluid peel back the shell of your craft. A figure emerges from the rising vapor, clad in a white shirt with a yellow tie, their hand extends in a welcoming gesture. UBWU
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nothing that can't be fixed with a little spit and plant matter. the figure is received with bewilderment and then amusement, and greeted with a hearty handshake with two of four hands. U-B-W-U!