### *Tobias: The True Origins of the Nindroids*

Tobias stood in Admiral Helena Castor’s office, his palms sweating as he clutched the datapad containing the latest evidence Virtuoso and Blueberry had uncovered. The stakes had never been higher. The revelation that Miyu Industries had stolen nindroid technology from the Pussyfoots wasn’t just about theft—it was a deliberate move to incite a war.

Admiral Castor sat behind her desk, her sharp eyes fixed on Tobias as he explained. “The rogue nindroid wasn’t just a rogue, Admiral,” Tobias said, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. “It was part of a plan to make Starfleet think the Pussyfoots attacked you.”

Castor’s brow furrowed, and she leaned forward slightly. “Explain.”

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### *The Setup*

Tobias placed the datapad on the desk, bringing up schematics of the rogue nindroid. The display highlighted specific design elements marked with a logo—the unmistakable emblem of the Pussyfoots.

“This is what Miyu wants you to see,” Tobias said, pointing to the screen. “She stole the nindroid technology from the Pussyfoots and used it to create the rogue. But she left just enough of their original design elements intact to make it look like the Pussyfoots are behind the attacks.”

Castor’s eyes narrowed as she studied the datapad. “And you’re saying Miyu’s goal is to frame the Pussyfoots for these actions?”

“Yes,” Tobias replied. “The sabotage on the Grand Cross Trade Route, the tampered package, the framing of my parents—it’s all part of her plan to escalate tensions between Starfleet and the Pussyfoots.”

“Why would she want that?” Castor asked, her tone sharp.

Tobias hesitated for a moment before answering. “If Starfleet declares the Pussyfoots responsible, it’ll justify military action against them. And while you’re focused on that conflict, Miyu can tighten her grip on the trade route and gain control of intergalactic commerce.”

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### *The Growing Threat*

Castor’s expression darkened. “And if the Pussyfoots discover that Starfleet is using nindroids built on their stolen technology, they’ll see it as an act of aggression.”

“Exactly,” Tobias said. “Miyu’s playing both sides. She wants Starfleet and the Pussyfoots at war so she can swoop in and take control.”

The Admiral leaned back in her chair, her sharp gaze cutting through the tension. “Do you have proof? Something that can hold up under scrutiny?”

“Yes,” Tobias said, tapping the datapad. “Virtuoso and Blueberry traced the original schematics back to the Pussyfoots. We also found logs showing how Miyu Industries acquired the designs illegally.”

Castor studied him for a long moment before nodding. “This is damning evidence, Tobias. But it’s not enough. We need to bring this to the Pussyfoots themselves before they act on the assumption that Starfleet is behind the attacks.”

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### *A Growing Conflict*

Tobias’s tail flicked nervously as he asked, “What do you mean, act on the assumption?”

Castor’s expression hardened. “Starfleet has already been targeted by what we assumed were retaliatory strikes from the Pussyfoots. Sabotage on supply lines, attacks on outposts—until now, it all pointed to them. If they believe we’re responsible for the stolen technology, it could escalate into outright war.”

Tobias felt his chest tighten. “But those retaliatory strikes—those could’ve been staged by Miyu, too, right?”

“Possibly,” Castor said. “But without definitive proof, both sides are operating on half-truths and assumptions. Miyu has positioned herself perfectly to benefit from the chaos.”

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### *A Plan of Action*

Castor stood, her commanding presence filling the room. “We can’t let this spiral any further. We need to bring this evidence to the Pussyfoots directly and prove that Starfleet isn’t behind the stolen technology or the attacks.”

Tobias nodded. “Virt and Blueberry are ready to help. We can work together to reach the Pussyfoots before it’s too late.”

Castor looked at him, her gaze firm. “This is dangerous territory, Tobias. If Miyu realizes we’re onto her, she’ll double down. And if the Pussyfoots don’t believe us, we risk losing the opportunity to stop this war.”

“I understand,” Tobias said, his voice steady. “But I’m willing to do whatever it takes to stop her.”

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### *Preparing for the Next Move*

Back at the Kains’ home, Tobias recounted the meeting to Fiona and Rory. “Admiral Castor thinks the Pussyfoots are already preparing for war because of what Miyu’s done,” he said, his ears drooping. “If we don’t act fast, it’s all going to explode.”

“You did the right thing, bringing this to Castor,” Fiona said, her sharp eyes thoughtful. “But this is a dangerous game Miyu’s playing. You need to be careful.”

Rory ruffled Tobias’s hair, offering a reassuring grin. “You’ve already done so much, kiddo. And you’re helping uncover something huge. Your parents would be proud.”

Tobias managed a small smile, but his thoughts remained heavy. “I just hope we can stop this before it’s too late.”

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### *Determination to Prevent War*

That night, as Tobias lay in bed clutching his plush cat, his thoughts swirled with the weight of the mission ahead. Miyu’s manipulation had pushed two powerful factions to the brink of war, and the lives of his parents—and countless others—hung in the balance.

“We have to stop her,” Tobias whispered to himself. “We have to show them the truth.”

As sleep overtook him, Tobias felt a flicker of determination. With the evidence in hand and allies by his side, he knew they had a chance to end Miyu’s schemes and prevent the chaos she sought to unleash. But the road ahead was more dangerous than ever.