=Ukko Jylinä= 
**Station Type:** [[Clusters|Cluster]]
**Allegiance:** Solarian
**Primary Languages:** Finnish, Suryan
Ukko Jylinä is distinct as the habitat designed by and for those who consider themselves the local inhabitants of the solar corona, rather than the interests of distant powers. It takes its name from a common sequence of helioseismic vibrations transposed fifteen octaves upward into the usual range of transhuman hearing. The suryas consider this harmonic one of the most beautiful sounds the sun makes.
The habitat serves as a safe harbor for suryas during heavy solar storms, as well as a place for the Solarians to socialize, mate, replenish their water supplies, egocast, and resleeve. The population fluctuates anywhere from 300 to 3,000 (nearly the entire surya population) when the weather is bad. Suryas huddle within protective hangar/utility modules, idling in VR simulspaces, typically sending forks to resleeve into salamander morphs to take care of any matters requiring a more humanoid form. Outsiders are rarely invited and tend to find the station inhospitable, as there is little in the way of living modules or habitable space for common transhuman biomorphs.
===Sidebar: In The Wilds of the Sun=== 
[The camera focuses on an unbroken black sky and then drifts down to steady on a sea of molten fire. The inferno is granular, built of waves of incandescent white and gold and orange, pocked with irregular black lesions.]
“This is Dr. Julia da Rosa of the Icarus Survey. It is 1712 UT on 13 January 10 AF. We are skimming … looks like 23,000 klicks above the chromosphere. Icarus is heavily shielded and the AI’s solar meteorology subroutine will move us out of the way if it forecasts a flare, but right now we seem to be OK. Even so, we’re all in solar survival suits just in c—my god, what the hell is that?”
[A black speck skims over the surface of the golden fire. It is no bigger than a pencil’s dark tip, but it is moving fast.]
“Urbano, what is that? Is that a ship?”
[Excited male voice.] “If it is, it’s too low. They better have major shielding or the sun’s smallest sneeze will vaporize them.”
[The dark speck powers through a turn, rising out of the sun at a steep angle, now shooting toward the camera like a missile.]
“Did they just fire on us?”
“Não, Julia. I told you it’s not a ship.”
[The object is rapidly growing in size as it arrows toward the camera. It is sleek and black and shaped like a missile.]
“What is it, then?”
[The object flashes by at incredible speed. The camera freezes in on a still-shot, highlighting and bringing the bullet-sleek silhouette of what looks like an orca into focus. A bright-red scale line appears, stretching from the thing’s pointed nose to its broad flukes. The legend next to the line says: “8 meters.” The creature’s back is coal black, its belly a luminous yellow-gold marked with patches of black. It sports two wing-like appendages that are reminiscent of a whale’s pectoral fins. The camera resumes the video and time starts again. The thing flashes past, rolling on its side to bare its belly to the camera, patches of black rapidly flashing on and off.]
[Female voice, whispering.] “My God. I t-think that was a surya.”

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