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Sopitos

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

Home of a race of a race of plant eaters mostly shaped like arachnids rebuilding their biosphere from a failed effort to conquer their sapience. The world is exceedingly large but somehow only represents 3G pressures at its surface.

lil_kreen holds sovereignty over Sopitos, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Home of a race of heirarchal herbivores reminiscent of arachnids. While hypersocial by nature they are wary of armed intruders near their homeworld with great suspicion. They are busy rebuilding their biosphere from a failed effort to conquer their sapience. The world is exceedingly large but somehow only represents 3G pressures at its surface and has an extreme magnetic envelope that protects it against stripping magnetic winds causing vibrant and violent auroras for the entire planet during its night cycle. The Gardener Matriarchy is exceedingly unwilling to allow unexpected foreigners on the surface after their fight to free themselves from permanent bondage. Still they treat contractors they've hired with good cheer. If suitably threatened or irritated the High Matriarchs have been known to quicken whole crews from inside their ships into space much like the oppressors that once inhabited the station that rings their planet.




Parent Star: 0-Class blue Hypergiant
Radius: 25.5 Megameters
Surface Gravity: 3g
Angle of Axis: ~20-60 Degrees
Length of Year: ~5479 Terran years
Length of Day: ~3.5 Terran days
Moons: 4 (possibly artificial)
Average Temperature: 67c




















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Sopitos

Home of a race of a race of plant eaters mostly shaped like arachnids rebuilding their biosphere from a failed effort to conquer their sapience. The world is exceedingly large but somehow only represents 3G pressures at its surface.

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Sopitos is a part of The Galactic Bar.

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Sienna Oculi [1] Yes, I *am* 'the cute redhead'. You're just jealous I'm the one Stanton brushes.
Stanton Castillon [1] A new world to explore and categorize? Yes please.
Dr. Nequam [1] "The only limit to human potential is ones capactiy for imagination."

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At the equator the night on this bug planet was basically two full days twice a week since the planet rotated so damned slow. Not that night was particularly dark since this was a planet in the galactic bar next to the biggest blue sun you've ever seen. A blue 0-class hyperstar. At the very long and hot noon hours it took up nearly a third of the whole sky. During the day even the dust storms were blue except for really long sunsets when everything shifted into greens or purples. You could always see the ring station even in the long midnight days as the back was significantly lit while gardener engineers worked on breaking into the systems and getting access to everything.

The humans, however, were notably forbidden from getting direct access to the station. That rather offended Dr. Nequam but they'd paid Logicroad quite well for him to be here training engineers and to be fair the Gardener engineers the Matriarchy sent were stupendously attentive students. Not to mention hardy while assisting him with his studies on how exactly the precursor species that attempted to diminish their sapience went about suppressing them. Not that they knew that's what he was doing but Logicroad could appreciate such developments one way or another. The work didn't look terribly promising though as the Matriarchy's new brood had a distinct lack of servile characteristics with strong resistance to what emitters he could still find of the 'oppressor' tech. So he also worked a diplomatic angle with the Matriarchy as a fallback option.

They'd compensated Logicroad with their own research facility on this world then empowered by the Matriarchy to do rather whatever they wished as long as they worked on rebuilding the biosphere, trained engineers in the process, and fed anyone that worked with them. He knew the Matriarchs wouldn't approve of weaponized viral research, which Matriarch Hygeia took meticulous vexing pains to track, and they weren't allowed to employ their own human mercenaries. After he hired a doting secretary to take a figurehead role as 'operator' of the research facility the high and low soldiers stopped asking as many questions. While they couldn't bring their own hired guns at least he could keep the walking high soldier tanks from being too suspicious of his work. The glorified secretary couldn't be told much for the sake of plausible deniability on her part.

It also delegated the mundane details of running the facility quite nicely so he could afford to sit under a white streetlight at 25,000 feet. The air was breathable here, for nebulous reasons that bothered him, but not at the surface. Too high pressure. He coughed out a bit of dust and poked at his tablet under a streetlight. Constant blue light left humans a bit depressed and he didn't need the mental strain so one took care to stay out of the monocolor even in the daytime.

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Stanton stood at the edge of the ground annex far below the heights of the precipice going through diagnostics before he was too far from the safety of pressurized airlocks. This world was weird, hazardous, and incredibly dangerous if one wasn't careful. Not that an unaided human couldn't breathe the atmosphere at ground level given some acclimation but the oxygen concentration was slightly higher than Terra at a higher pressure on the average at the surface. That put it uncomfortably close to the unlimited tolerance line for humans. Not to mention that the air pressure and gravity went up quicker while underground than it should for reasons not yet understood. You gained another 1g passing near 1km underground. He'd heard a recording of one poor sod whose cable broke in some deep subsurface cavern and gravity alarm audibly registered nearly 5.6G before nearing the bottom even without his considerable momentum. That is, just before his heavy exosuit hit the ground at nearly 500 kph. There wasn't much left of him and Matriarch Oculi had to send some high soldiers just to drag the exosuit out of the cavern to send the body home.

One of the benefits of having the matriarchs as a direct backer meant he had the benefit of an all-terrain expert to avoid such pitfalls. The redhead was making her way from the supply area with as much as she cared to carry down herself. He was busying himself testing the soil around the precipice exit finding la distinct lack of water. The atmosphere seemed low on humidity as well. He wondered at the salinity, acidity, and flourine levels of the sea nearby. Not to mention the low soldiers said that things lived in the hellish environment. The toxin cleansing systems in the creatures must be impressive.

As he read the data further he found the fluorine content of the soil was indeed off the charts. Nearly 20 ppm in the small samples here still fairly far from water. Humans definitely couldn't farm anything here and live let alone drink the water. They'd die from the toxicity in days. The organic horizon of the soil after he scanned a core, the size of the organic layer, turned out to be a lot deeper than he expected. Beyond that he even found a L layer indicating thick marine deposits. This was nearly 2 miles in altitude from the sea's current altitude. He made notes into the research tracker to log the soil samples and layers by location.

He'd have to take far wider measurements. The matriarchs sometime last year resorted to pulling in ice asteroids with seized pirate vessels and unlicensed salvage crews. Threw them at a rocky crater on the other side of the planet to raise atmospheric humidity. They broke it up before entering the atmosphere but that was teraliters of water and probably the only reason it rained here. Where in the blue hell was all the water going? He made also made a task note to see about the landing schedule from Oculi or get a reprieve to move to the landing zone for samples.

Out of the corner of his eye he spied a familiar red matriarch. Her demeanor was a plus on a heck of utility he sure as hell couldn't buy cheap especially as a robot. A large high-definition stereo camera hovered in place near her with a spherical gimbal attached. He could see the telltale corona of her telekinetics keeping the interior grips in control. Strong as hell, these Matriarchs, in two of her smooth red legs she towed a pallet on skids held just by their black setae tips. The front two held large bagged packages which were likely tents and clothes. What would the viewers say when the episode syopsis said he was riding the redhead with a six axis saddle? It was cheap but it got views and the Matriarchy appeared to appreciate Sienna marketed in that way as long as Sienna didn't object.

Her practiced silken voice with its telekinetically conferred affection was always rather soothing, ((Can't wait to get to work, dear Stanton? Always the dutiful sort! We'll have to stay within a few miles of the precipice ascent until Midas gets our things.))