WORLD DETAILS

NAME: Vilis
HEX LOCATION:      Spinward Marches 1119
UWP:               A593394-A
PBG:               820
TRADE CODES:       High population, Industrial
BASES:             Imperial Navy, Imperial Scout Service.
ALLEGIANCE:        Imperial
STELLAR DETAILS:   Primary Star: G5 V     Mass: 0.94    Luminosity: 0.916
                   Binary Star:  M8 D     Mass: 1.11    Luminosity: 0.000003

SATELLITE DETAILS: Number: 2
                   Satellite 1: UWP:Y200000-0, Orbit: 5
                   Satellite 2: UWP:Y200000-A, Orbit: 25

SIZE RELATED DETAILS
Basic World Type: Planet - Molten core
Diameter: 8,000 km     Density: 0.96  World Mass: 0.234    World Gravity: 0.6 G
Orbit Period: 346.43 Std Days         Distance: 1.0 AU     Eccentricity: 0.005
Rotation Period: 14.589 Std Hours     Axial Tilt:  23°     Seismic Stress Factor: 2.586

ATMOSPHERIC RELATED DETAILS
Composition: Standard O₂-N₂ mix, with sulphur taint.
Surface Pressure: 2.0 Std             Mean Temp:  54.5°C   Native Life: No
Terraforming - Atmospheric: No        Albedo: No           Greenhouse Effect: No
Weather Control: Yes

HYDROSPHERE RELATED DETAILS
Composition: Liquid H₂O, with sulphur taint.
Hydrographic Percentage: 34%          Tectonic Plates: 5
Terraforming - Hydrographic: Yes      Terrain: Yes

POPULATION RELATED DETAILS
Total World Population: 8,000,000,000
Starports and Spaceports: A/A/A/D/A/A/A/B/A/A
Primary Cities: 10                    Orbital Cities: Yes

Social Outlook:
    Progressiveness: Progressive, Enterprising
    Aggressiveness:  Expansionistic, Neutral
    Extensiveness:   Discordant, Friendly

Unusual Local Customs: Marriage is not generally practiced on Vilis.

GOVERNMENT RELATED DETAILS
Representative Authority: Representative Democracy - several specialised councils.

LAW RELATED DETAILS                   TECHNOLOGY RELATED DETAILS
Uniformity of Law:     Undivided      Technology Profile:


Legal Profile:                        High Common TL:        A
    Overall Law Level: 3              Low Common TL:         5
    Weapons Law Level: 0              Energy TL:             A
    Trade Law Level:   3              Computer/Robotics TL:  9
    Criminal Law:      6              Communicationss TL:    A
    Civil Law:         4              Medical TL:            8
    Personal Freedom:  5              Environment TL:        B
                                      Land Transport TL:     B
                                      Water Transport TL:    B
                                      Air Transport TL:      B
                                      Space Transport TL:    A
                                      Personal Military TL:  A
                                      Heavy Military TL:     C
                                      Novelty Tech Level:    C

RESOURCES AND GOODS
Resources:
    Natural:       Minerals
    Processed:     Agroproducts, metals, plastics
    Manufactured:  Durables, consumables
    Information:   Artforms, documents

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Vilis.

Vilis is not a pleasant world; a barren ball of rock and dust in an almost-too-close orbit around a G-type star.  Life never evolved here naturally.  At the equator, the surface temperature is almost high enough to boil water, but at the poles it drops to a more bearable 30°C.  The polar regions are where the people live.  Eight billion of them, huddled in temperature-controlled dome cities perched along the edges of the two small seas.

There are other reasons to live at the poles, besides the heat.  The two large moons, particularly the nearer one, place a great deal of seismic strain on the world, but the polar regions have fewer quakes than the rest of the world.

Add to that catalogue of problems the presence of a strong sulphur taint in the atmosphere from the volcanic activity, and you have a recipe for a world where nobody would want to live.

Unless the world in question is a treasure trove of mineral wealth, including exploitable quantities of several rare elements, among them that most essential material for Jump drives: lanthanum.

Profit Margin banks low above the desolate surface, following directions from Traffic Control which put her on a heading for one of the better starports in the North Polar District.

The general comms channel is open, and there's a lot of chatter among the other ships coming and going here.  Most of it is about one thing; war.  It's been thirty-three days since the Zhos handed in their official declaration of hostilities, but things being what they are, the news had ony come through Vilis in the last two weeks, probaly just a few days before it had reached Mjolnir, Profit Margin's last stop, across the border in the Sword Worlds.

Finally the ship reaches the port, descending into one of the docking pits.  The pit isn't sealed.  The atmosphere is able to support human life for short periods without ill effect.  Longer with a filter mask.

Profit Margin had left Mjolnir in a hurry.  There are no passengers aboard, apart from Corlan DeSant, her long-term/permanent passenger.  There just hadn't been time to find any.

What there is, though, is forty tons of fruit from Gungnir.  Jago had bought it as a speculative cargo, for just Cr 3,800 per ton.  Given time he had hoped to turn a good profit at Mjolnir.  With luck he might still manage it at Vilis.

With the ship safely down, Jago and Jett shut down her flight systems.  Meanwhile, her armaments are taken off-line, and Saskia cuts the main fusion plant back to minimal output.  Outside the ship, port workers hurry out to connect the service umbilicals and fuel lines.

Jago leans back in the pilots chair and blows a long plume of imaginary smoke, up towards the bank of Unitarian looking switches over his head. Tapping imaginary ash from his real, but unlit cigar, he reaches for the Tannoy.

“There we go everybody,” the words echo around the ship in a tone that suggests the Captain is in a good mood, “down safe and sound. No one goes ashore without a communicator and a filter mask please, Shui, can you make sure that Mr DeSant is properly equipped.”

With the mike off, he turns to the navigator sitting next to him, “looks like we have to buy fuel here Jett, can you see to it, I’m going ashore to try and flog this cargo while it’s still edible.”