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 Hidden within the periphery of the ad hoc conglomerate of space junk you call home lies a pestilence bent on making your life intolerable.  Mice, rats, and extraterrestrial crawling crustaceans burrow into cargo and rations while spreading disease.  Any crew with the means employs a synth cat to keep the swarms at bay. 

Anointed with the privilege which comes from the possession of Tenebris gems, her temple-like station is gilded with the offerings of those in need of her influence at Tenebris 59.85882.   

Devotees who have given up on a ticket form The Muse's entourage of desperate bodyguards and leech-like accountants.  Run a successful mission for her and she may grant you a coveted jump in line to leave cursed Tenebris, fail and your life is forfeit at the last active buoy.