The planet was named UE (Uninhabitable Exoplanet)-2759462385673. Initial readings were... unpromising. A barely breathable atmosphere, a surface composed of hard, unusable dirt and sand stone, and constant dust storms. But then we looked closer. Beneath the surface lies massive veins of ingenuous rock, whose ores, once refined, could be used in applications ranging from star ship construction, to consumer goods. Immediately several mining companies requested exclusive rights. After much debate, a compromise was struck to divide up the planet, and it was renamed to Cornucopia 1/3rd would go to EXOCORP. a company renowned for their efficiency in extracting vast amounts of materials in a relatively short time. Some well placed bribes have ensured that their methods remain out of public view. But strange reports have started to come in. Multiple miners have reported hearing strange noises in the lower caverns, where combinations of gasses ensure that, without proper breathing gear, exploration remains impossible. There have also been reports of miners going off on their own and never returning, or items such as gloves or breath maskes to be found near deep, unexplored pits and small caverns that riddle the underground. Several of the ores found underground make lidar mapping anything farther than a mile below the surface incredibly difficult, and it is unknown just how deep these caves go. The reports have been chucked up to paranoid or disgruntled miners attempting to cause trouble. The Ministry of Truth is investigating the reports to find out who is spreading these dissident lies to destroy the prosperity of this planet and the Liberty Federation as a whole.
Spaceport director H.Spanzer personal log 1/8/1: Something strange happened today. I got an alert that a unscheduled transport would be arriving in 3 hours. It wasn't that strange, storms often forced flights to re-route unexpectedly, but then it disappeared. I alerted my ATC crew to be on the lookout for the plane, but it never appeared on radar. After it was 2 hours overdue, and no contact was able to be established, I went back to check the information I was sent by EXOCORP. but it was gone. I even checked my computers history but it seemed that any sign of the message had vanished from it. When I contacted EXOCORP. directly, I kept getting sent to a voicemail, and any messages I sent remained unread. When I tried to get more info, it was gone. No record of where it had come from, no record of cargo, not even a matching serial number in their fleet. As far as I can tell someone is trying to hide any sign that the flight, the plane, or even the crew, ever existed. END LOG--------------------------------------------------------------- Spaceport director H.Spanzer personal log 5/10/1: Something has happened, almost my entire ATC crew, and almost everyone else who I told about the flight has just been reassigned to middle of nowhere outposts. I don't know what's happening, but whoever is hiding the flight I mentioned in my last log is stepping up their game, but they can't reassign me, because there's no one else. Resources are stretched thin, and I'm the most qualified and respected manager in the entire EXOCORP. zone. So if someone is trying to silence anyone who knows, then they will have to find a way to shut me up, and I don't seen that happening unless they do it permanently. I might just be paranoid, but I'm getting a gun, and never traveling alone if I can, hopefully i'll catch, and expose, whoever is doing this. END LOG--------------------------------------------------------------- Spaceport director H.Spanzer personal log 5/19/1: I'm being watched. I don't know who, I don't how, but I feel eyes on me wherever I go these days. They have't tried anything yet, but they could any day. If this is my last log, then you, whoever you are, reading these logs, you know what happened... and they might be coming for you next. There's only one thing you can do, RUN, NOW, as far as fast as you can, get away from this planet, get away from this system. Get to somewhere they can't find you, and whatever you do, never do anything to tip them off, maybe they don't know, or maybe it's to late already. Whoever you are, God help you. END LOG---------------------------------------------------------------
