Week 47:
I don't even know where to begin. Malfunctions continue to plague us. News in civilized space has been nothing but bad, and we've run out of CD-75 Kitten Brand Coffee. Sai assures me we have plenty of Maximillion Habitat coffee in our stores, but I'd rather drink Any Na. Actually, no, I wouldn't, because you can't actually drink The Coffee You Chew. I suppose the only really good news is that we've left Mare Somnia and entered Acheron. In another 486 jumps we'll reach our next waypoint in The Void. Beagle Point is just a bit out of route-plotting range, but from our next waypoint, we'll be well within range.
This would prove to be the one of the last water worlds we'd see in Mare Somnia.
The view over the plain of sulfur dioxide vents pales to the rising gas giant this moon orbits.
This dark water world hints at submerged continents below its dark waters.
Passing this water world, we bid farewell to Mare Somnia, and hello to Acheron.
A scant field of carbon dioxide fumaroles and a rising gas giant, rich with water-based life was one of the first sights to greet us in Acheron.
And the neighboring gas giant is rich with ammonia-based life, making for a very interesting spot to speculate how emergent life establishes itself in the galaxy.
"Oh, look, another ball of water.", Sai piped up.
"I happen to like balls of water."
"I'd say so, how many is this now, 6000? 7000?"
"Maybe. But we've seen just as many red planets too, don't forget."
Now here's something we've not seen in a while - crystalline spires, formed by some microbial life, nestled among fumeroles, which may play some part in their formation as well.
A few other shots, from a few other locations around the same moon. Still just as fascinating as the first time I happened upon these.
Were it not for the rings of the dark gas giant, we may have run right into it.
It's certainly been a while since I last saw one of these Earth-like worlds. I suppose the oceans here are expansive enough that I could potentially find a place like this a nice place to vacation.
Though there's still something to be said for the curiosity of an endless ocean.
Made it to this star on nothing but fumes, but we made it. Good time for lunch with a spectacular view.
We all know planets are not perfect spheres, but this gas giant really illustrates just how not spherical planets can be.
Next door, this gas giant strikes a nice highlight between the cloud cover and the icy rings.
Purple plumes of dry ice vapor escape the icy terrain on this frozen moon.
Decisions, decisions... do I want to fill up with regular or premium?
This moon contrasts nicely against this gas giant.
Too much land, too little water, but an Earth-like world is always a pleasant change of pace.
I still haven't decided if we'll turn in from Beagle Point and stop in Colonia, or if we'll press onward around the outside. I suppose it depends how many more times I get shocked by the helm controls, door controls, or if the head backs up like it did earlier again. I still think Sai was flushing something that shouldn't be flushed, but she'll never admit it.
I don't even know where to begin. Malfunctions continue to plague us. News in civilized space has been nothing but bad, and we've run out of CD-75 Kitten Brand Coffee. Sai assures me we have plenty of Maximillion Habitat coffee in our stores, but I'd rather drink Any Na. Actually, no, I wouldn't, because you can't actually drink The Coffee You Chew. I suppose the only really good news is that we've left Mare Somnia and entered Acheron. In another 486 jumps we'll reach our next waypoint in The Void. Beagle Point is just a bit out of route-plotting range, but from our next waypoint, we'll be well within range.
This would prove to be the one of the last water worlds we'd see in Mare Somnia.
The view over the plain of sulfur dioxide vents pales to the rising gas giant this moon orbits.
This dark water world hints at submerged continents below its dark waters.
Passing this water world, we bid farewell to Mare Somnia, and hello to Acheron.
A scant field of carbon dioxide fumaroles and a rising gas giant, rich with water-based life was one of the first sights to greet us in Acheron.
And the neighboring gas giant is rich with ammonia-based life, making for a very interesting spot to speculate how emergent life establishes itself in the galaxy.
"Oh, look, another ball of water.", Sai piped up.
"I happen to like balls of water."
"I'd say so, how many is this now, 6000? 7000?"
"Maybe. But we've seen just as many red planets too, don't forget."
Now here's something we've not seen in a while - crystalline spires, formed by some microbial life, nestled among fumeroles, which may play some part in their formation as well.
A few other shots, from a few other locations around the same moon. Still just as fascinating as the first time I happened upon these.
Were it not for the rings of the dark gas giant, we may have run right into it.
It's certainly been a while since I last saw one of these Earth-like worlds. I suppose the oceans here are expansive enough that I could potentially find a place like this a nice place to vacation.
Though there's still something to be said for the curiosity of an endless ocean.
Made it to this star on nothing but fumes, but we made it. Good time for lunch with a spectacular view.
We all know planets are not perfect spheres, but this gas giant really illustrates just how not spherical planets can be.
Next door, this gas giant strikes a nice highlight between the cloud cover and the icy rings.
Purple plumes of dry ice vapor escape the icy terrain on this frozen moon.
Decisions, decisions... do I want to fill up with regular or premium?
This moon contrasts nicely against this gas giant.
Too much land, too little water, but an Earth-like world is always a pleasant change of pace.
I still haven't decided if we'll turn in from Beagle Point and stop in Colonia, or if we'll press onward around the outside. I suppose it depends how many more times I get shocked by the helm controls, door controls, or if the head backs up like it did earlier again. I still think Sai was flushing something that shouldn't be flushed, but she'll never admit it.