A male Vratix made his way to the podium, his frame dwarfing what was surely made more for a humanoid sized being. A pristine bow-tie stood around his neck, standing out from his green skin and otherwise unclothed body, the signature trademark of Doctor Spree Razzix. The Surgeon General of Xucphra and lead researcher of Mecrotica’s Maw installation checked his notes before finding his voice. Soft clicking noises, common in Vratix dialogue, carried over the microphone before the doctor switched the translator to basic.

“The warning that I received, you may take with however many grains of salt you wish, that the brown bacta that is circulating in certain Maw vendors, is specifically not too good. It's suggested that you do stay away from that; of course, it's your own health, so, be my guest. But, please be advised that there is a warning on that one.”

“If you have been affected by this bad bacta, please seek medical help from a trained professional immediately. Xuchphra has medics standing by to assist at our Muse Station research facility. Thank you.”

The Vratix turned from the podium, almost knocking it over as he left. Hurriedly giving orders into his com-link as he rushed off to tend to his patients.