Ouranos
I always said the Ouranos was like an egg, with that icy shell it has. The only way into what matters is through cracks, manmade or otherwaise, and the insides are what most people are interested in, in any case. Had humanity not outlawed experimentation with it's genome from the outset as one of the Undeniable Transgressions of the Code of Gaia, I imagine the population of Ouranos would look quite a bit more aquatic. Like the mermaids of old legend, perhaps.
Ouranos is an insular planet, through no fault of it's own. Its surface is a miles-thick shell of ice, constantly shifting and causing breaks to seal and open at random. Pair that with a relatively remote societal structure born from the fires of guerilla war that burned into the very veins of the planet and her people, and it can be hard for outsiders to get a foot in the door. It took great effort for me to traverse the planet, the first time I attempted to. I hired a crew of mortals to try and get me down below the shell. They tried to warn me that they couldn't guarantee an entrance, despite coming highly recommended. I refused to listen to them, thinking they were just trying to drag out the expedition and increase their pay, and they paid for my lack of understanding. We searched for three weeks to find an opening, each leaving me more frustrated and angry than the last. When one finally came into sight, I could not be stopped from forcing a landing, unloading the gear, and descending in as quickly as possible. I hadn't stopped to think that the inhabitants of the world would have a vested interest in keeping me out. I had just aligned myself with the opening's edge, looking to repel down into it. when the crew tried to get me to wait. They wanted to run a few scans, set up camp, and then facilitate my descent early the next morning. No, I told them, it had gone on long enough. There wasn't much that could kill me, after all. Not permanently, at least. They tried to argue further, but I practically threw myself into the drink below. I never saw them again. I don't know what happened, in the end, but I can only assume the inhabitants gave them a welcome chillier than the planet itself. I can only hope that the crew got brought down to the cities far beneath the shell and the ice-cold waves. Then again, I'm not sure them being a prisoner all this time truly assuages my conscience at all.
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