I had been expecting many things upon arrival to the nearby city.
Part of had expected our bad luck to continue, that the city wouldn't really be a city but would be more like a small town filled with mud huts of primitives who would never be able to help us.
Part of had expected so kind of gacity like Prespian City, filled to the brim with thousands of different species.
What I hadn't expected was another mountain, at the centre gouged out of the rockface itself was a gigantic tal doorway. The entrance to so kind of underground tropolis.
The predator, which we really had to find a na for at so point, sensed my confusion and sent one back, this ti accompanied with so blurry images. Images of death and destruction. Images of burning fire.
I was starting to get the idea that the orbit of the planet wasn't quite as stable as I had originally believed.
"Yr'arl," I said, "We're going to need to make it to that other mountain, and we're going to need to get there very very quickly."
I had a theory. A terrible theory that, if it were true, would entirely explain why the creature I had tad had no eyes even though it lived on a planet that orbited three suns. Why a species would choose to live underground instead of on the surface of a world that would be heated by three suns.
Heated quite a bit, I'd wager.
Hadn't co up with a reason for the grass or the trees being able to survive, but I was sure I would co up with an explanation for that too.
"Have you realised sothing, Squadron Leader Jacob Lyre?" Yr'Arl asked, concern laced his tone. He hadn't made the logical leaps I had.
"When we got to this world I wondered how a planet with not just one, or even two, but three stars could possibly stay in orbit around all three properly," I said, "Well, I think the planet stays in orbit, but I don't think that orbit is one that would be very conducive to life."
Yr'Arl cocked his head to one side as he tried to work out the conclusion that I had already co to.
"So you believe that this world will draw too close to one, or perhaps more, of the stars in this system to support life?" He asked, "How does the plantlife survive, in that case?"
It was a question that was bugging too, it was also a question that I was about to get a very unexpected answer to.
A faint sucking, bubbling sound broke the two of us out of our conversation.
I turned toward the source of the noise, it was coming from back down at the bottom of the hill. It was coming from the jungle.
Only, there wasn't much of a jungle left anymore, as it was being slowly dragged down into the ground. Disappearing underneath the topsoil. I think I'd figured out how the foliage of the planet had survived, it had done it the exact sa way the rest of the life on this planet survived.
By hiding deep underground.
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