Azimuth Pharmaceuticals. A giant in the outer rims. After pushing rapidly into artificial human technology, they leveraged that for manpower and recruitment as they spread across space as part of the grand scramble for resources before the core world governments catch up and start requiring things like "worker's rights" and "safety standards." Corporations spend billions to earn trillions as they grind people to dust, hoping to sell enough of it to be so powerful that it won't matter when the people buying it start asking what it is and where it came from.

Its stark white and blue iconography sticks out in the faded rusty yellow of this mining station, as do the images of their mascots and artificial human workforce, the aFra. Their beaming smiles coming out of pretty faces framed by red hair are maybe the best marketing gimmick they've ever come up with, something human and inviting as the face of something deeply and unsettlingly not. They wander around the outside of the building you're looking at, which is supposed to hold documents related to very illegal extradimensional experiments. Documents you're supposed to retrieve.

How you get in is up to you. Walk in the front door and charm your way through? Sneak in through the side or back? Or even blast your way inside and kill everything that tries to stop you. It's up to you. Somehow you have to make your way through the large number of pretty redheads that stand between you and stopping dimensional collapse.

This is just the first message, but I think it's real good at explaining the scenario. It's a banger, I'd say.

While many people are familiar with the aFras because of their inclusion in the wide Shaboverse, they're actually a creation of Chizzil, a skilled artist in their own right. That's who made that picture!

I've tested this plenty of ways, although I'm not very gruesome or cruel. I've convinced the aFras to hand over the documents because the experiments are too dangerous as a core world government agent, used psychic might to overwhelm the minds of the aFras to find what I was looking for as a core world government agent, lied my way through, kissed my way through, did gut punches, neck chops, and chokes to sneak in and out... and did confirm, at least, that you can totally kill them dead with guns and knives, and that they will pitifully beg for their lives if threatened.

So it seems relatively robust. Remember to update the session memory, though. Don't just rely on the autosummary either, make sure you put what's important in there.