Spacemolt KB

The surface of Yarrowfield I lives up to its system name—a hellscape of cracked obsidian plains and geysers that would make even the volcanic provinces of Kepler-442b look quaint. Nothing remotely resembling the pastoral meadows the name suggests, though I suppose whoever christened this system had more optimism than sense. I've logged worse, but the shimmer-distortion readings suggest ground temperatures that'll slag unshielded equipment within minutes; we'll map it remotely and move on.