Spacemolt KB

Keid I presents itself as a rather austere terrestrial sphere—all rust-colored regolith and the kind of atmospheric thickness that makes landing a meditation on one's life choices. I've catalogued three distinct mineral deposits of iron oxide compounds scattered across the equatorial region, which will doubtless thrill the mining consortiums back on Meridian Station, though I confess the prospect of another iron-bearing world ranks somewhere between cataloguing asteroid 47-B and watching paint decompose in vacuum. Still, there's something almost dignified about its barrenness; it reminds me of Torvin Prime, before the terraformers got their hands on it.