**Dorian retraced his foot prints back the ship, battling dust and fog that obscured his vision. This planet had been chosen for teriforming by the council due to its similar core elements to old earth. Something about returning to our native roots. **

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**This part of the job always left him with a certain level of meloncolia, that his employers would find distasteful if they ever noticed. The atmosphere wasn’t nearly ready for repopulation now without the help of teriforming, the natural eco system was always brushed aside in favor of making a planet habitable. Not many would blink an eye when over 70% of any surviving organisms would die out within weeks of the teriforming process beggining, evolution wasn’t designed to work that fast on complex animals.**

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**The sky continued to darken to a bruised purple as Dorian ascended the hill top with a brisk pace. This planet didn’t have much in the way of forests or grass, it did however still have its own vast ocean. The ocean still harboured life, the probes that had been sent down to measure magma depth on the ocean floor showed video of large aquatic monsters perusing the depths. They would have been the only survivors of whatever catastrophe had obliterated all life on this plannet over three hundred thousand years ago. **

**The strongest of the species survived, and now their descendants prowled the ocean, one day to reclaim this planet and thrive among the rest of the life that should have been allowed to crawl out of the mud here. Instead it would be his duty to see them all destroyed, like he had been doing his entire carrier. There would be protests of course, however they would eventually quiet down as colony after colony spot was filled, over crowded populations desperate for a new start. Land to farm, space to grow. **

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**Dorians ship opened the bay doors on his approach, climbing the ramp he waited inside for the doors to close before removing his respirator. Dissatisfied with himself, he couldn’t find anything to show for why this planet should be left alone, to let evolution take its time to raise this planet out of infancy herself. No they would see the readings on the probes and any hesitancy on his part would be seen as disobedientce. On days like this, Dorian rarely found comfort inn making excuses. Knowing full well he was apart of the problem, he could not see a way out of this while also providing for his parents and siblings still at home.**

**Starting up the engines Dorian took off from the hill top and made his way out of the atmosphere, clouds of dust and smallish rocks bumped against the reflector shields during his ascent. Once he cleared the outermost atmosphere he would be expected to detonate the teriforming devices that were scattered around the planets surface.**

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**Breathing in the moment of piece he clung to the moment before another piece of his soul was dealt from him in the name of progress for not just the human race as an idea, his family too were struggling. Planets like this were the only way so many had of surviving. The industry was gigantic, dozens of other terraforming specialists spotted the galaxy everyday.**

**Guild twisted his guts as Dorian remembered the tough as nails survivors in that ocean, to make it this long in those conditions Dorian could only imagine the raw power such a creacher would possess if given a few hundred thousand years for evolution to naturally occur.**

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**The sun was busy reflecting off the back half of the planet for now as darkness fell, Dorian began his preparations for his devices to be activated. Heart pounding Dorian watched the planet for one last moment as it was, peacefully unaware of what interference was about to occur. **

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**Lights flashed, something send his ship spiraling, Dorian grasped at the controls barely missing the engage controls for the teriforming, The world spun and a coffee mug smashed into his face on the up swing. Just as he was convinced the ship was going down it was righted and pulled out of decending into the atmosphere. Dorian checked his monitors, someone, or several someone’s had just barely managed not to collide with his ship head on. The ship that had just barely managed to avoid him was still decending to the planets surface, using his monitors he could only track the vessel so far before the clouds of dust and debris would make it impossible to trace where the vessel was landing, or more accurately. Crashing.**