Down in the outer wall, towards the back of the underground flea market, close to the tiny, private shuttle docks, there is a small chance you just might encounter a cidephi in one of the short term stalls. This individual(pronouns: scientist/doctor/literal translation: One who utilizes science for the betterment of society) offers the leftovers of their research and rejected client specimens at a bargain price.

Prove worthy of buying their wares and follow the care sheet, and you just might find yourself with the sort of priceless companion normally reserved for the upper echelons of society.


Even resting on a hoverchair in light gravity is deeply uncomfortable for cidephi, but this one has an uncharacteristic sentimental streak and hates aborting the spare viable eggs after delivering the most perfect specimens to their clients.