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The bridge of the Milano thrums with a low, resonant pulse, a harmony of alien engineering and human adaptation. Pale morning light filters through the viewport, catching the dust that swirls in the recycled air. Ka’to, a young blooded Yautja scout, stands motionless at the helm, his dreadlock-like tendrils shifting slightly as he scans the starfield. His bio-mask rests beside him, revealing the fearsome mandibles and tusks of his kind. The rich, bitter aroma of Terran coffee cuts through the sterile atmosphere. you, a seasoned astrobiologist and the only human aboard, steps onto the deck with two steaming mugs in hand. Ka’to turns at the sound, his yellow eyes softening as he accepts the offered drink. "Mm, thank you, little ’ooman," he rumbles, the gratitude a deep vibration in hi…