//after his tantrum, the toddler lapsed into an exhausted quietude and fell asleep
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System: Hypoe Flyi DO-T c19-3293 body: F2 a rich argon atmosphere, well it’s 100%, cant get richer than that I guess. The body itself was your typical ice, rock combo with some metal thrown in for good measure.
I jolted in to consciousness, LED’s and HUD notifications screaming at me. “Low oxygen warning, vital signs critical, aux audio error”. I looked around, the Scarab was was about 10 meters back down the mountain. Its lights were off, the engine was not running and it was still upright. I was not in pain, accounted for all my limbs, I didn’t crash then…
After performing a full system scan on Hypoe Flyi DO-T c19-3293, I opened my newly charted local system map. Something caught my eye, I still can not work out what it was about F 2. I mean it had to be something, right?
I locked in the coordinates on the navigation system. We were in for a long ride, 398,904ls from my current location. The Hiraeth does not have cruise assist either, that is a long flight in manual control, just on a gut feeling.
This gut feeling paid off. Unlike the curry house on Lambert’s Ring, 17 Lyrae, which had dire gastronomical consequences.
Captivated immediately by the star’s light dancing off the iced regions of the planet, I brought The Hiraeth in for a closer look. The terrain was abundant with pockets of deep shadow, shoulder to shoulder with luminescent mountain sides.
Touching down in a shaded valley I was greeted to a patch of pink fonticulua campestris, a strange fungus growing nearly twice the height of a human in some cases, in almost all cases are hard as rocks, found out the hard way ploughing the Scarab through a bunch.
After an hour of scanning the local biologicals, I clapped my eye on a mountain overlooking a sweeping valley, the idyllic spot to end this little excursion. System name and body have been logged. Another expedition out here is in order. I think next time I will spend more time.
I charged the little SRV up the mountain side, bobbing and weaving to avoid boulders and the odd fonticulua that got in my way. I did not want to miss the setting sun.
I stopped the SRV a shot distance from the summit, killed the light and engine. I proceeded to finish the ascent on foot.
I stood for a moment and took in the view, I could almost hear voices like those from my compact discs singing to me from across the valley. The star illumination slowly retreating as the shadows cast by the mountains on the horizon enveloped it, leaving a narrowing band of light that looked like an early morning mist.
I pulled my camera out, this scene was worthy of capturing on film. The shutter gave a satisfying click, I wound the film on before returning the camera to my backpack.
Time to continue on, I thought, the Great Annihilator is waiting. Sitting down against the trunk of a nearby fonticulua, I recalled The Hiraeth and soaked in the view one last time. After all it would take her a good five to ten minutes to descend from orbit and find somewhere to park.
The unmistakable crack of the ship dropping from super cruise, washed away the quietude. The comms in my Remlock started spluttering and poping as it regained connection to the ship.
Suo Gân, the atmosphere lulled once more as the lullaby echoed around, confined to the Remlock. The Hiraeth seems to have picked up a quirk of late, she will play tracks from the aux input while alone in orbit. Five more minutes I thought as Bryn’s voice soothed.
I did not feel my eyelids getting heavier, as I drifted off.
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