2019-02-16 00:00:01 +00:00
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Some sort of space junk pinged off the hull of the ship, echoing
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dully from every direction. 3 minutes. The sensors still weren't
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picking up any signals, but the monitors automatically displayed
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its normal analysis.
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Nearest Star:
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Spectral & Luminosity Type: M4.5 V
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Coordinates: 7.875 / -9.25 / -15.90625
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Nearest Planet:
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Orbital Period: 238 days
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Orbital Distance: 0.8662AU
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Equilibrium Temperature: 265 K (−8 °C; 17 °F)
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Average Barometric Pressure: 1013.25 mbar
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Atmosphere:
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Nitrogen...............78%
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Oxygen.................13%
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Argon...................5%
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Other Gases.............4%
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2019-02-17 00:00:02 +00:00
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2 minutes. We were about to break through the atmosphere near the
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dark side of the planet, couldn't tell more than that- there was
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2019-02-17 00:00:02 +00:00
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nothing to see beyond the nearly purple clouds, locked in perpetual
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2019-02-16 00:00:01 +00:00
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dusk. We harnessed ourselves in the central chamber per protocol.
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As the ship began to tremble, the walls around us turned black and
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iridescent. Suddenly, in the center of the room stood the small
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gilded box, it's black orbs reflecting rainbows across our faces.
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2019-02-17 00:00:02 +00:00
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1 minute. The pressure on our bodies falls as the ship's thrusters
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reach equilibrium. This part always reminded me of the playground;
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2019-02-16 00:00:01 +00:00
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spinning on that wheel with the world a blur then dragging your
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2019-02-17 00:00:02 +00:00
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feet in the dirt waiting to be able to let go.
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"uuUUU-just-eeeeeeeeee-ng ooooutpuut freeeequenciessss. Assessment
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Complete. Please do not be alarmed. We kindly welcome The Revenent
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to Nalmyke. We will be landing momentarily." a voice warbled from
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the center of the room. "We are curious about the dimensional
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qualities of this ship and its crew. Please allow us to honor you
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as guests of our society. May we converse pleasantly." a tiny
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figure grew out of the box, like a mountainous jello mold, and
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bowed at us. 30 seconds.
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2019-02-16 00:00:01 +00:00
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2019-02-17 00:00:02 +00:00
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"Docking procedure initiated"
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