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Morgan Hannah
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i< Cre we are now orbiting the planet Xexon. There's a'strong gravitational ,
pull, so thrusters are at max to stabilize the ship. Scanning for signs ofjlife..”
Ensign Peters slowly swivels to face me, and he shakes his head, “I’m sorry Captain,
there are no signs.” I turn to face the Sitios Snene to oimec Tee (eV ME LCe ree ew abn oee|
way we can suit up the ship to withstand the planet's pull? I'd like to go down there.”

Lieutenant Jorbes balks at me, “Captain, with all due respect, I strongly advise
against going down there. The gravitational pull of the planet is just too strong—it'll
crush the hull. And even if it doesn’t, we will most certainly crash land.”

“We've come very far, Lieutenant, we've got to find a way to get to the surface
and doa more thorough search! At the very least, we may be able to find her... her
body.” I swallow down hard at the stinging forming behind my eyes. I’ve got to get
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“Lieutenant, work out a way, as were landing this ship at eighteen hundred hours.”

“Yes ma‘am.” I excuse myself from the bridge promptly and make my way to my

* ready room. As soon as the doors close behind me, sobs overcome me. Grief mixed
with repose. Finally, I might put an end to the searching, the wondering, the endless
empty reports sent back home. Today, I will end the suffering.

+ Captain’s log star date 2317: after quite some time, we have finally located the
planet responsible for pulling so many of our starships down to the surface. Most
recently, my sister—Lieutenant Malory Kasskion—went missing about a month
ago... | trail off, my reflection against the black nothingness of space looks back at
me from the window. That’s when I'see it, Planet Xexon. The massive orb of orange
and red sand and rocks is alarmingly large. Dark mountain ranges are the only
thing cutting through swirls of dark red clouds. From space, the planet looks to be
néthing more than an alien dessert—yet at the ground it’s a murderer.

Lieutenant Kasskion can't be dead. I have gof to find her! It’s just a thought,
but it’s one I need to keep in mind. I am the Captain, after all, and a ship is only as
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Illustration by Morgan Hannah