Seven planets, including three habitable ones, found around ultra-cool dwarf star
“Unlike the worlds in our Solar System, each one should be tidally locked to the parent star, meaning that the same side always sees “day” while the opposite side resides in eternal night. Yet life on Earth began in the oceans, and of these seven worlds, the fourth, fifth and sixth might all have conditions to support liquid oceans or lakes – if the atmosphere is favorable – bathed in eternal sunlight.”
What is it that makes our Solar System special? It’s Earth, of course. A rocky planet of the right mass and composition, the right distance from our Sun, the right atmosphere, the surface oceans, and all the life that’s ensued is what makes us special. Not just special, but unique, at least among the planets we’ve found so far. But there are other planetary systems out there with Earth-like worlds. Similar to Earth in mass, size, temperature and many other conditions, these might represent planets where life similar to what we find here arose. For the first time, we’ve found a planetary system with not just one Earth-like, potentially habitable world, but three!
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i think a lot about magnus infodumping about the law to rodimus
especially in rodimags terms
mags is just comfortable enough with rodi that he actually talks a lot about his interest in the law, and just tells rodi everything he knows
rodi listens to everything mags has to say because that’s his mcfucking boyfriend, and mags has this light in his eye whenever he gets to talk about his interest and is just so excited to share what he knows
it’s during these times when rodi realizes he’s in love and couldn’t be happier
A/N – Okay, so I just wanted to
write this for me and I had to really choose hard between Rung and Swerve because
Rung’s actually my fave. This is heavily based on a lot of @rocksinmuffin headcanons
and I got permission before starting so thanks to them for that.
Warnings – None.
Rating – T
A button to push. There had to be
a God-damn button to push that would save you from impending doom. You weren’t
an astronaut, you shouldn’t have even been sent to space; it was all one big
accident at NASA and now it was going to kill you. When you volunteered to be a
test dummy for teleportation from one room to another under the simulation of
space control, you were eager; it was a job that could have set you up from
months with a comfy little nest egg and all you had to do was sit in a pod. In
your wildest dreams, you’d never imagined the possibility that the teleporter
could go so wrong that you’d be hurled into actual space. Now, as you panicked
and screamed for help, you were all too aware that your oxygen was running out
in the tiny pod.
Grabbing the radio again, you
used what little air was left to send out an SOS, “Is anybody there, please, my
name is (F/N) (L/N), I’m stranded in space with little oxygen, send help,
please. I don’t…” You started crying, “I don’t want to die here.”
Shortly after the message was
sent out, the light-headedness kicked in, you weren’t going to survive, perhaps
you should just come to terms with it, then you smiled. Through the dark haze,
a large white shadow passed over-head; angels did exist after all.
“For the last time Rodimus, I
can’t do anything for her if you keep hovering over me like that,” an agitated
voice said from somewhere above you.
“Sorry Ratchet,” the apparent
voice of Rodimus said.
You groaned, feeling disoriented
and somewhat dizzy.
“Thank Primus, he’s waking up.”
“She, Rodimus, she,” Ratchet corrected.
“Right, holoforms everybody, we
don’t want to scare her.”
You shielded your eyes upon
opening them, everything was so bright, so… white. A shadow loomed over you,
allowing you to open your eyes further. It was a man with thick brown hair and
black flame tattoos on his arms, hovering over you, with a frown; you had a
feeling that the frown didn’t suit him, almost like he was too used to smiling.
“Hey there, I’m Rodimus, you’re
aboard the Lost Light, my ship, are you okay?” He spoke slowly and
deliberately, enunciating every syllable.
“Uh,” You mumbled sickly, “Ship?”
Like a flash of lightning you
remembered the experiment, up to the point of sending out an SOS and then
passing out. “What? How did you save me? Are we near Earth?” The questions
rushed out, making you all the more nauseous in the process.
“Uh, about that… Magnus, you want
to get this one?”
You were surprised when a woman
stepped forward, she was wearing a tank top, skirt and a serious expression,
“This is going to be a lot to take in so pay attention. You are aboard an alien
ship, these are not our true bodies, we’ve simply adopted this form to make you
more comfortable. We heard your SOS and rescued you, though we’re nowhere near
Earth; how you even got this far out in that primitive pod is beyond me. Do you
Despite the headache you burst
out laughing at the outlandish explanation, this had to be an elaborate prank
or you were a part of some other mind experiment that NASA couldn’t tell you
about; maybe it was how humans would act in the event of first contact with
aliens. “Right,” You giggled, “Because you must be Vulcans, no wait, Daleks
right, how about Spaceman Spiff from the planet Zog? No? Stop me if I get it, I
can go all day.”
Magnus frowned, looking towards
Rodimus, who was smiling now; of all the humans to get, he was glad it was one
with an attitude. With a small nod from Rodimus, the two shed their holoforms,
revealing giant robotic creatures, who could crush you with little effort if
they so deigned.
Strangled sounds escaped you,
while your mind tried desperately to rationalise the situation.
“We’re Cybertronians from the
planet Cybertron,” Rodimus explained, “and it’s our quest aboard the Lost Light
to find the Knights of Cybertron.”
“Aliens,” You mumbled, before
passing out for the second time that day.
Once again, you awoke with a
groan, the unsettling feeling of dehydration setting in. Evidently, you’d been
moved into a different room, this one was darker and smaller, not human-sized
per-se but definitely smaller. Moving your head to your left, you saw a man
with red hair and glasses in a swirly vest, sat on a chair reading a book. He
shut it upon seeing you move, waiting momentarily to make introductions.
“Cybertronian?” You asked.
“Ah, yes, I’m Rung, the ships
psychiatrist,” he answered calmly.
“Oh God, this is real, I’m on a
ship of aliens… no, I’m the alien, God this is so weird.”
“Now, now, uh is it deep breaths
You nodded tiredly, pinching the
bridge of your nose and attempting to sit up on the edge of the table you’d
been resting on. You felt worse for it but it had to be done. “Uh, I don’t mean
to be rude but do you guys have any water?”
Rung nodded, pulling up a small
bottle, “Magnus warned me you’d be needing that.”
Greedily, you gulped the water
down, feeling instant relief. You turned your attention back to Rung, “Thanks…
You know, you don’t have to stay, uh, human, if it makes you uncomfortable; I
wouldn’t want to do that to you.”
Rung smiled gently, “You needn’t
worry, for now it’ll be easier to talk like this.”
“Right… Cybertronians though…
this is a lot to take in. What happens now?”
“That all depends on you, is
there anything you’d like to know?”
“How big is this ship?”
“15 miles long and 10 miles
“Whoa… How do I get home?”
Rung’s smile faded, he pulled his
glasses off, “I’m afraid that isn’t possible, even if we could get back to your
home planet, you’d have… your race doesn’t live very long and…”
“I can’t go back,” You echoed
hollowly. Very suddenly, it didn’t feel as if there was enough air, you started
breathing fast, struggling to speak between gasps, “My family- My friends- Job-
Rung visibly panicked, he didn’t
know what to do with a suffering human, were you dying? He didn’t know. He shed
his disguise, going for help while you had a panic attack in the darkened room.
Your entire life’s course had changed, nothing was certain anymore and to top
it all off, you were on a ship full of alien robots.
Eventually, with much yelling
between Rodimus and Ratchet, a lot of mediating from Rung, and several telling
offs from Ultra Magnus, you managed to calm down on your own; the four bots
hanging over you nervously, afraid to do or say anything that may further upset
you. Afterwards, you’d been left in the room with Rung for more questions and
answers, the others meanwhile, were trying to decide what to tell the crew, or
to tell them at all; it was all very confusing.
“Sorry for the freak out
earlier,” You said to Rung.
“Quite alright,” he soothed,
there wasn’t much left to say now and the mech was ready to leave upon seeing
your need to recharge or sleep as you corrected him.
“Actually it’s-” he paused, colour
rising to his cheeks and cooling fans blasting on, for you’d gotten his name
right; it was such a small thing but one that meant so much to him.
“Are you okay?”
“Why yes, it’s just um, I hope
you sleep well (Y/N), welcome to the Lost Light.”
Elita and Optimus composed themselves so well in the public optic.
Oh no, they rarely touched, but every once in a while one might see them pass in the hallway or in a meeting room, or… anywhere, and they would lean in for a moment, just a breath, and whisper something so silent that their audios would shift.
What could they be saying? It had happened often enough that speculations had arisen… Something sweet, no doubt. Something to make a youngling gag. Mushy.
Elita: *walks down a hallway with Chromia* *sees Optimus talking with Magnus*
Optimus: *glances at her and leans back on his ped juuust the slightest*