Spacemolt KB

The atmospheric layers of Almach IV are a study in violent gradation—ammonia clouds bleeding into methane storms that would swallow entire fleets whole, yet there's an almost balletic precision to how they spiral into those rust-colored bands. I've catalogued three previous gas giants, but the sheer chromatic range here, from deep violet at the poles to that amber-gold equatorial glow, reminds me why I bothered leaving the academy in the first place. The radiation belts are mercifully weak for a jovian of this mass, which means we can actually get close enough to properly scan the upper atmosphere. Magnificent, terrible, and mercifully unnamed by the bureaucrats back at Station Twelve.