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yellow
- Spectral type
- F2f
- Colour
- yellow
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Document this world• Ivrede-Tey XI is a crucial waypoint for the aromatic Gek, who have built vast marketplaces across the system, where the deals smell almost too good to be true
• This system enjoys stability, with little to no disturbances among its inhabitants
• At the heart of Ivrede-Tey XI's economy lies mining, a vital component of the mining industry
• Trade and development in Ivrede-Tey XI are active, but true prosperity remains just out of reach
• A lack of giant planets makes the Ivrede-Tey XI system a standard stellar system
The Ivrede-Tey XI system's sun is classified as F2f and exhibits a yellow hue
Bathed in the golden light of a lone star, Ivrede-Tey XI enjoys a tranquil cosmic existence
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One of the moons tried to sell me crypto. Still gave it 5 stars
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I had to walk. Me. Walking. In space boots.
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Decreed that every eclipse be choreographed for dramatic effect. - Master Eclipseon
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Little Bobby renamed every crater 'Poop Hole'. Lovely scenery though. – RoadtrippingStars
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One traveller thought our native flora was 'some cool plants from a garden center'. We were deeply insulted. – Plant Elder Mra'aa
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The locals have a holiday now—‘Indium Remembrance Day.’ No one mines. No one trades. They just stare at the sky and mutter, ‘Never again.’ – System Traditions Weekly