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You have travelled to the Babylon Colony, a galactic prison and spice mine on a moon of planet Cypso 65Z0, in the Inner Core. Professor Lina Wehinger pushes open the wooden door of the max security section, and you follow her into the damp corridor. Even though your race has long achieved a high level technology, an archaic section of the Constitution dictates that prison doors must be constructed with Blood Mahogany from the jungles of Criuq G5D. Here, various creatures are floating inside of energy cages, and all look unhappy and malnourished.
<span class="mu-g">"We have arrived, your Highness,"</span> the scientist say, with a reverent tone.
<span class="mu-b">"Ah! And what are those <span class="mu-i">things</span>?"</span>
You are standing in front of a small furry, with thick eyebrows, two pointy teeth, and a slimy, hairless tail.
<span class="mu-g">"The first specimen here is a ratfolk. This species runs the Merchant Guild and has a monopoly on spice trade in the galaxy."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"I am familiar with their kind. I've had the displeasure of dealing with them on several occasions."</span>
<span class="mu-g">"They are vicious, filthy, and it's said they kidnap the children of other furries to perform blood sacrifice. They are also extremely greedy -- in fact, they own the Babylon Colony and it's only leased to the government."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Truly despicable. What's the next one?"</span>
The professor moves in front of the cage with an ugly, stinky creature, that burps when it sees you.
<span class="mu-g">"This is the monke. They live in the Outer Rim, outside of the reach of the Reich, and lead a cosmopolitan civilization with various furries of inferior DNA."</span> She hesitates before continuing. <span class="mu-g">"They are crude, vulgar, hateful creatures, who practice space piracy. Their nation is a phallocracy, led by males..."</span>
You gasp in shock. <span class="mu-b">"Males? How could that be? Males are incompetent, they don't possess the mental faculties to lead a dynasty."</span>
The professor nods and moves to the last cage. Inside is a scaly, furless, muscular creature. You've never seen anything like that.
<span class="mu-g">"This is a reptilian. Aeons ago, their maged-kings used to rule the galaxy. They are primitive, cold, and well-versed in psionics. This specimen here is an antipaladin who serves a dark god. His powers are disabled by the anti-gravity field. At least, we think so. The reptilians don't have a planet of their own. Instead, they infiltrate the Reich wearing fursuits. They are quite proficient at taking positions of power for themselves."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Truly terrifying!"</span>
<span class="mu-g">"Would any of them attempt to escape, and a deadly poisonous gas will be released in all the corridors of the prison. We should not stay around for too long."</span>
>Destroy the ratfolk civilization
>Destroy the monkey civilization
>Destroy the reptilian civilization
