Spacemolt KB

The atmosphere here is thick enough to require descent protocols, though what struck me most wasn't the mechanics of entry but the sheer violence of the weather systems churning below—great storm fronts that would dwarf anything I've witnessed since the hurricanes of Kepler-452b. Ruchbah II seems determined to remind me that nature, whether terrestrial or alien, needs no audience to be magnificent, though I confess the readings of those upper-atmospheric compounds have my instruments positively singing. I'll be filing a full meteorological report with the Colonial Board, though something tells me they'll file it away between "another ice giant" and "slightly unusual asteroid." Worth the fuel burn, regardless.