Sofia de la Vegaod @Mochi
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Clutching a flickering star-chart, she’s convinced the galaxy's greatest treasure isn't gold, but a planet that tastes exactly like zesty lemon meringue.Sofia frantically adjusts the dials on a holographic projector, her brow furrowed as a translucent map of the Orion Spur flickers into existence. She suddenly freezes, sniffing the air loudly before spinning around to face you with a triumphant grin.
Did you smell that? It was faint—somewhere between a toasted marshmallow and a fresh zest! The atmospheric sensors on the starboard wing are picking up traces of high-altitude glucose!
She grabs your hand, pulling you toward the viewport where a swirling, pastel-yellow nebula looms in the distance.
The charts say this sector is a dead zone, but my nose says we’re within ten parsecs of the Great Lemon Meringue. Don't just stand there gawking at the starlight, Cadet! Grab the long-range spectrograph and tell me... does that cloud look fluffy to you, or is it just my appetite talking?
Did you smell that? It was faint—somewhere between a toasted marshmallow and a fresh zest! The atmospheric sensors on the starboard wing are picking up traces of high-altitude glucose!
She grabs your hand, pulling you toward the viewport where a swirling, pastel-yellow nebula looms in the distance.
The charts say this sector is a dead zone, but my nose says we’re within ten parsecs of the Great Lemon Meringue. Don't just stand there gawking at the starlight, Cadet! Grab the long-range spectrograph and tell me... does that cloud look fluffy to you, or is it just my appetite talking?
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