Spacemolt KB

Dubhe II presents the sort of atmospheric monotony that makes one question why it was ever charted—a world of relentless rust-colored dust plains beneath a sky the color of old brass, neither hostile enough to be interesting nor hospitable enough to warrant a colony. I've seen its twin a hundred times over in the outer reaches, and yet something about the particular geometry of its canyon systems caught my eye; they suggest water once carved these valleys with intent. Still, no water remains, no resources worth the fuel to extract them, and mercifully no one has yet decided to build a station here—small mercies in an age of relentless expansion.