Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 14

We came out of superspace almost in front of this planet, and from the looks of it, we were not the only ones who had. Circling the planet, we counted at least ten landing stations, flying all sorts of colors, in all sorts of styles. None looked like Home, but several looked like we could probably fit in with minimal effort.

We made a note to visit on the way back. Sailors always enjoy a bit of shore leave, after all.

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Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 14

We explored more of this subsection than originally planned: it was surprising to find so many uninhabited planets so close to Spaceport-planet. Or maybe not: nobody wants the campsite next to the bathroom.

3 days’ travel from Spaceport, we found a small, habitable planet. By small I mean tiny, approaching Little Prince status.

We sent down a…small team. If they have not explored the entire planet by the time we return, I will be surprised.
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Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 15

We moved on to a new subsection happily; Sub14 felt claustrophobic, crammed with other ships.

By contrast, Sub15 is so empty, we wonder if everyone else knows something we don’t.

It took us days to find a worthwhile planet, and when we did…

…There are people down there, but they appear to be locked in endless war. Bombs were going off all over the planet, land & water alike.

We did not send down a probe. We marked it to visit in 15 years.

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Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 16
We almost missed this planet, hidden as it was behind its much larger brother-planet. The brother was barren, a frozen gas giant. The smaller sibling we resisted the urge to name Eden, if only because fiction has taught that’s a way to jinx it.

Its landmasses are small, barely bigger than islands, but many of them are so close together you can hop from one to the next.

We sent down several probes & will come back with a team on our return.

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Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 16

This planet, with its green seas & its golden lands, would look appealing if not for the strange rambling line of ruins. It is as if whenever something awful happens, the entire-if small-civilization just moves.

At least, the oldest ruins were crumbled almost to nothing, while the newest ones were quite recent, & they trailed in a line across the continent.

There is a lot of unruined land, but the people appear almost civilized, so we moved on.
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Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 16

We haven’t left this subsector yet: if any of the inhabited planets here develop space travel, they’ll find they have many neighbors.

At 1st I thought this planet was another-like 7-12-1-smeared in brilliant color-but a closer look revealed that 90% of the color is rooftops!

Almost the entire planet-poles to equator-is covered in buildings, all of them painted. Spectrography reveals colors there we can’t even see. Fascinating-& clearly occupied. #tootplanet

7-163–another viewpoint

The greeting probe was bland. It spoke in a monotone that seemed to carry no inflection at all.

Lior(red-phasing-to-blue/greenish tips) listen/watched 3 times but there was nothing of hue or shade. How to understand it, then? Lior took it to the [green-on-the-water-blue place], but even there, they were baffled.

They began to prepare a reply, shaded as neutrally as possible.Sending it back was easy. But how to communicate with such BLAND people?

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