Ivo, a scientist drafted by NASA, and Stone as his research assistant. He was very enthusiastic about going to space, which was a plus because he could be the man who could find a solution to a dying earth. He may care less about humanity, but his little heart cares about Stone.
Ivo is older than Stone, but Stone was actually giddy because they might have been the same age when Ivo returned. (+Credit to @vyodkaa because this AU is the result of our insanity after Interstellar)
Icl to you dude Im going through fat art block at the moment so please take this old sketch (if they were in interstellar and actually happy) in the meantime :(
thank you for the tags @rae-lune & @lifeisabitch-butimcute <333
here's a snippet of chapter 4 from beyond the horizon (still in the works but they're in space now!)
You know, we're going to spend a lot of time together," James points out. "Maybe we should learn how to get along, how to talk."
"And when not to," Regulus murmurs, still focused on his work.
James turns to look at him fully. "Talking from personal experience?"
And that gets a reaction out of him. He turns to glare at James, which is entertaining to see.
"I'm not trying to be rude, Potter, I really don't, but the last thing I want to do right now is entertain your frivolous questioning while I'm busy."
"'Frivolous questioning' he says," James chuckles under his breath. "I have to give it to you, Black, you really know how to make chit chat sound like a personal offence."
no pressure tags: @heysaykitkat @enbyguously @calamitoustide @messymoony @barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting @firstfluke @courfee @threecoffeesnolunch sorry if you have already been tagged! would love to see what you're working on at the moment :)
Ad Astra: The Theory Of Relativity | An Interstellar Ateez Story | Chapter 14
Previous chapters:One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen
Words: 3500. Warnings: science and death talk.
You can also read it on AO3.
Christmas came and went. Sentiment and presents ignored in the chaos. Nobody was in the mood to celebrate. If it wasn’t acknowledged maybe they could all stay like this forever, frozen in time.
New Year’s Eve sat quietly in the background, waiting its turn.
The boys didn’t want to acknowledge that either. Wooyoung, still carrying a grief that ached and stung, had taken off with San to the cave again. Hongjoong didn’t bother stopping them. San remained reckless and impatient during training but there was something about the way he slowed down for Wooyoung that reassured Hongjoong.
Yunho came to dinner out of sympathy for his older brother, then left to visit Mingi. The house was too gloomy to linger in. Still, he made it back (with Mingi in tow) to hear the countdown on Uncle Joonie’s vintage radio.
Wooyoung had sidled back too. He sat close to the corn fields, a fair distance away, leaning against San, who waited for his own brother to arrive.
Seonghwa pulled up to the property late, caught up in the endless cycle of NASA work. As the evening breeze drifted through, Hongjoong wondered how long Seonghwa would let his hair grow. It was often tied back but the stray pieces were gently grazing his shoulders now.
They sat on the porch watching the last sun of the year sink into the Earth, marking both an End and a Beginning. They didn’t speak of the future. The New Year would not be Happy.
But they were all there, together, and that had to count for something.
****
January 7th 2036. 5:30am. A Wednesday.
Yeosang knows this because it has been circled red on his calendar for months now.
It’s the last day to scrub the Lazarus Mission. At midnight the ship will begin its final fuelling process. There would be no further opportunity to adjust, amend or abort.
After today, barring catastrophic disaster, the Mission would be an inescapable certainty.
Yeosang wakes at sunrise; there won’t be many good ones left so he better watch them while he can.
He makes a bitter green tea (the world was running low on coffee) and takes it to the balcony to sip. The dust haze is particularly strong today but the hues are still hauntingly beautiful; ghostly indigo blooming into crimson, orange and gold.
Low visibility is a launch hazard, the erratic light refraction and debris obscure vital visuals for both the pilot and Mission Control…
Yeosang shakes his head to rid his mind of work, attempting instead to focus on the deep orange glow on the horizon.
It lasts thirty seconds.
His mind drifts back to a meeting with Hongjoong yesterday; the pilot was confident this level of haze wouldn’t be a problem for the launch but if the Mission was delayed even six more months, the dust haze is predicted to increase by another 3%.
Dust causes interference. The electronics might jam. The ship could malfunction. The crew dead.
“Ah, dammit.” Yeosang sighs to himself.
It’s near impossible not to think about the Mission.
Biotechnology on his mind at breakfast, mechanical engineering in the shower and cybertronics on the drive into NASA headquarters. It never ends.
But one day it will.
“Morning Space Boss,” Choi Jongho says, handing Yeosang a stack of red folders. “Ready for another day of riveting briefings?”
“Jongho, I’ve asked you repeatedly not to call me that at work.”
The weight of folders in Yeosang’s hand feels heavier than usual, maybe by about 200 grams, or four folders.
“Yes, of course. Anyway, I’m going to go get some fake croissants from the cafeteria, you want one?”
“No, I’ve eaten.” Yeosang replies, already distracted by the folders.
“Ah yes, green tea again? Breakfast of champions. I’ll get you a croissant. Meet you in ten minutes.”
Yeosang hums in dismissal and starts reading the folders before he’s even entered his office.
Death Requests and Protocols.
Of course.
Yeosang had been wondering when they would finally arrive on his desk. They’re often one of the last things to oversee before launch. As is human nature, most crew members put off facing their mortality till the last minute.
Park Seonghwa left all of his assets to San but the personal contents of his lab at NASA would go to training a future worthy scientist. In the event of astronaut death, NASA protocol dictates the use of a ship’s cryo-mortuary pods. The Lazarus Mission has consumed nearly a decade of Seonghwa’s life and while he did not object to remaining with the ship when it all ended, he did not want to be retrieved if he was lost in space. The robots, LEO and CAASI, would eventually stop functioning without human input and remain in space too, forever as interstellar travellers.
Jeon Wonwoo rarely asked for anything, he is independent and used to being alone. He is loyal to NASA and enjoyed his work but very little is known about him. What is his favourite colour? Is he a cat or dog person? Did he think Einstein dunked on Newton too? One thing that Yeosang did know and could predict is that his request would be the shortest. It directed all his affairs and assets to be managed by his friend Choi Seungcheol and used for training the next generation. In the case of misadventure, he requested to be left in space too as another interstellar traveller.
Choi Hyunjae leaves behind an extensive lab and collection of projects, not to mention the numerous computers and custom builds he created over his decade at NASA. What is not deemed NASA property would all go to his six year old twins and wife. Yeosang has met them a few times over the years and watched the effects of time passing through the children: from their physical growth to the way the artwork decorating Hyunjae’s lab became less abstract and more nuanced.
The final folder belonged to Kim Hongjoong. Less neat but more specific than the others. The pilot was leaving everything he owned to his brothers, except for the contents of his training locker, which he leaves to Choi San. He requests that Wooyoung only be told the details of the Mission if he voluntarily asked for them, his youngest brother was not to be given progress updates by NASA otherwise. Finally, there is a request for maize whisky. Hongjoong isn’t much a drinker, it is a banned substance for pilots and astronauts, but Yeosang understands the request now—when faced with certain death, it would only take a few shots of maize whisky before a man passed out. The nitrogen toxicity would do the rest. There would be no physical suffering, it would feel like a good sleep. The request is for a bottle big enough for four men.
If Hongjoong is the first one to die, he requested being left near Orion or Polaris. If he’s the last, he will take his final breath in the ship.
A heaviness tugs at Yeosang’s chest, an unfamiliar feeling. He doesn’t let his intrusive thoughts win today, he won’t call Lazarus the suicide mission he definitely knows it is. He must keep his composure and remain the stable Mission Director they need him to be.
With a sigh, he stamps and signs each of the requests.
It was only 9:05 am.
“Okay there was only one croissant left but I found a corn muffin. Judging from your face, I’m guessing you just read their death requests and you know what? I’m going to give you the croissant.”
Jongho slides it across the table, with another cup of green tea (no sugar).
Yeosang eats dutifully. It’s not even a real croissant but they haven’t had one of those in months. Real butter was virtually extinct.
“Depressing read, huh?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve called enough missions to know there’s no way you won’t get attached to them.”
“The distance is protocol. To-“
“-prevent emotional bias.” Jongho finishes through a mouthful of muffin. “I know. But it’s impossible not to give a shit. They’re just a number and candidate until you read their death requests.”
Yeosang nods.
“Cheer up, Director Kang. This will probably be the last time we have to do this.”
“Your attempts at cheering me up are-“
“-well considered based on extensive field research.” Jongho says, waving off Yeosang’s protest. “Listen, I understand your stress has stress -“
“I’m not stressed and stop interrupting me.”
Jongho rolls his eyes. “Yes, you are. You’re wearing your navy shirt because it gives you a sense of control and calm. It also suits your colouring but I digress. Death is inevitable, we’ve all done everything we can to prepare for this Mission. You are not sending them to their doom, Yeosang. The decision was made by a Board. We owe it to everyone to just do our jobs now. You’re Mission Director because NASA trusts your frankly unnatural work capacity and I’m your CAPCOM because I’ll be the smartest one left behind on Earth.”
Yeosang gives him a withering look. “Professor Park is still alive.”
“And yet, they didn’t ask him to be mission CAPCOM.”
“I wonder if you realise how ridiculous you sound right now Jongho?”
“Of course I do, I have great self awareness.” Jongho grins. “And you know I didn’t study all of Park Seonghwa’s dissertations just to be left watching the launch from the sidelines. The last thesis was a bit dry though.”
“I thought he had very solid points.”
“I could’ve done better.”
“You don’t have a phD in biology.”
“I could.”
“Well, you don’t.”
“I am your best CAPCOM though. It’s okay to admit it.”
Yeosang pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Stop talking, Jongho.”
“Sure thing, Space Boss.”
They eat in silence and once the crumbs have been deposited in the bin and the cups thrown in after them, they walk to the boardroom for yet another briefing.
****
Yeosang has always trusted Professor Park. The old man had mentored him from average mathematics student to talented astrophysicist. But Yeosang never wanted to go into orbit. At the Professor’s recommendation, he attempted astronautical training once but his body couldn’t acclimatise and he became violently ill for days on end. Fortunately, the physical failure helped him pivot into administration.
He discovered a knack for communication and project management. He was called the human robot more than once for his ability to absorb large quantities of information and provide concise summaries. The Professor offered him a job at NASA, nothing grand or glamorous but enough to provide a sense of accomplishment.
After years of quiet efficient diligence, he was eventually promoted to work exclusively in NASA’s special project division. He would answer directly to the Professor. It was highly classified and Yeosang thrived in the secrecy because there wasn’t anyone left to tell.
Then came the slow trickle of news reports about spoiled crops and unusual weather conditions across the food belt. It didn’t take long before the culprits were splashed across every headline: mutating crop killing viruses and severe climate change. Most of the world was slow to mobilise but in the scientific community, it was a red alert that was met with haste.
Yeosang was tasked with putting together a new team, and handled all communications; press releases, meetings, and candidate interviews. He understood the magnitude of the task ahead and despite having a mind that could multi task easily, soon found the demands crushing.
On one particularly demoralising evening, he was eating his usual late dinner in the cafeteria when a tall male entered and sat down at the furthest table. Yeosang could easily identify all the subtle tell-tale signs of stress (shirt slightly crumpled, frantic note taking, absentminded eating) but the guy looked outwardly so handsome and confident that Yeosang wondered if NASA was doing a photoshoot for some reason.
Park Seonghwa.
He was a year below Yeosang in training but tales of his fierce competitiveness and intelligence were far reaching. Despite his aptitude and talent for science, Seonghwa was mostly famous because of Nepotism. Yeosang, like half of the NASA training community, had half resented him for it. At least, he did until that night.
Seonghwa sat alone at his table and attempted to do four things at the same time: eat, write and record himself trying to reconfigure a small blocky robotic figure.
Yeosang, a certified multi-tasker, was only trying to juggle two: meal and emails.
They remained in their own silent bubble until Yeosang heard a pleased hum from across the room.
Park Seonghwa had sat back with an astonished expression on his face; the grey blocky robot in his hands had been folded into itself, like some kind of Rubik’s cube. Seonghwa scribbled furious notes in his book before standing up, tidying his half eaten meal and rushing out the cafeteria. He was still recording.
Yeosang let go of his resentment after that. If someone was working twice as hard as him, they were exempt from scorn.
The Rubik robot would later be built in actual size.
Seonghwa called it CAASI.
It was relatively settled for months after that, until the pilot crash.
Professor Park went on trial. So did the pilot, Kim Hongjoong, and his mentor Choi Seungcheol. Yeosang knew about them and their immense skill in flight. He also knew about their blatant disregard for training etiquette and protocol. As a project manager, he remembers the internal conflict: NASA was foolish to fire two of their best pilots but descent and rebellion were two things that did not belong at NASA. They were liabilities.
Both pilots were fired immediately.
Kim Hongjoong did not finish training.
Choi Seungcheol laughed on his way out.
But Professor Park was too valuable. They kept him out of necessity and Yeosang was relieved.
It wasn’t long before everything changed again. The previously slow spreading blight began to kill off more crop. Wheat, Barley, Rice and then vegetables and fruit. Without the nitrogen and oxygen balance in the soil, the air grew thicker with unsettled dust. Agricultural apocalypse was upon them and the free fall into widespread and worldwide famine began. The biologists were sending him increasingly alarming reports. People began to die; family members, colleagues, friends.
Seemingly overnight, another whole taskforce was formed.
A special division within the special division.
A secret within a secret.
Given his unmatched knowledge and expertise, Professor Park was appointed director of the new team. Yeosang came with him, as did the brightest minds from each department: Wonwoo the trained physician and biotechnology specialist, robotic engineer Hyunjae and Seonghwa from biology and astrophysics.
The project was named Lazarus.
But when it came time to find a pilot, it became quickly apparent that there were simply not enough of them to choose from. If they were physically fit enough, they were already at NASA or did not fulfill other criteria. If they were experienced enough, they were either physically injured, dead from dust lung…
…or fired.
Choi Seungcheol had been NASA’s top ranking pilot trainee for three years in a row. He clocked the most flight hours and was on the way to completing a record number of missions for his age.
Choi Seungcheol disappeared after the court hearing. It had take Yeosang weeks to track him down. And even after he was found, the pilot coldly rejected them for two months straight.
Seungcheol did not cave in, he would never give NASA that satisfaction, but one day he sent Yeosang an acceptance letter. It wasn’t to fly but to train a new generation. Back to back missions and hundreds of flight hours took their toll on his knees, what was partially shredded at NASA was fully torn by the textile factory job he took on afterwards.
Beggars can’t be choosers and NASA had to plan for the future, however uncertain.
They still didn’t have a lead pilot. There were standbys, like Commander Song and Lee. They were competent, loyal to NASA and accepted the mission without hesitation but Professor Park had always seemed cautious about it.
It was a whole year later when it happened.
Yeosang was in his office finishing project paperwork when the security alarms blared. It was early evening, approaching 6pm, the sun had set by then. They hadn’t had a security breach in two years.
The monitors showed two males somehow ignoring all the warning signs and driving right up to the entrance. He assumed it would be an ill advised and poorly execute robbery attempt. People were getting desperate for food at times.
But when security pulled up the live feed from CAASI’s camera-eye, Yeosang was both speechless and stunned. The Professor started laughing like it was a funny joke instead of the serious security breach it actually was.
Kim Hongjoong.
“Ah, The prodigal son returns.” Prof murmured, amused.
Yeosang watched CAASI carry Hongjoong’s tasered body into the interrogation room. Before the suits from the Board arrived, Seonghwa was tasked with the interview. Yeosang half expected for the job to be given to him instead but the Professor shook his head and motioned towards his son.
“No. Seonghwa, you go. Have CAASI with you.”
Yeosang didn’t understand it.
The Professor asked him to escort the younger male, Hongjoong’s brother, through the unmarked corridors.
He didn’t want to babysit a child.
Babysitting Jongho was bad enough.
But when Yeosang met Wooyoung, he was struck by several thoughts at once: he was both fearful and fearless, he loved his brother aggressively and he was exceptionally bright. He was much smaller in stature but there was a fire in him that didn’t just burn, it exploded.
“Where’s my brother?! What did you do to him! I want to see him!”
“He is fine. Nothing has happened to him.”
They walk past a room whose door had accidentally been left ajar in the chaos.
“What’s this place? Is this a lab? Are we in trouble?”
“I’m afraid I can’t give you the answers to that yet.”
“This looks like a lab, you have rocket parts and robot parts. Are you a scientist?”
When Yeosang didn’t respond, the tantrum continued.
“Where are you taking me? I’m not going! I want to see my brother! He’s gonna be so mad you took me!”
The tantrum only subsided when Wooyoung met Seonghwa and was temporarily dazzled by his robots. For someone as stoic and closed-off as the astrophysicist could be, Yeosang had watched him calmly answer one question after another before he left to interview Hongjoong.
It was a long wait in the Boardroom and Wooyoung had flown out of his seat when his brother finally entered the room. Their embrace was fierce.
Yeosang wondered what that was like. He was an only child and his parents were long gone. He hasn’t been embraced like that in over a decade.
The Professor asked him to take Wooyoung to see their non classified robots. The background search he had pulled up on his tablet was surprising; Yeosang was accustomed to processing genius level teenagers into the training program, but even at 14 years old, Wooyoung’s statistics were exceptional. More surprising was his history of truancy and suspension.
What was that saying? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
It shouldn’t have been surprising but somehow it was. Yeosang couldn’t help but wonder if he’d see Wooyoung in the pilot program in two years.
If there would still even be a pilot program.
“There’s hope, Yeosang.” The Professor had said at their last visit. The old man could barely walk now, so briefings were held by his hospice bedside.
“We’re using 70% of our hydrogen for this mission and 12% of the world’s microchips. If we all survive the next five years, we’d still need to produce more of both. As it stands, I’m afraid I’m not particularly optimistic-“
“I know. Your job is to worry, plan and mobilise. I remain grateful that you decided to join NASA all those years ago.”
Yeosang had set aside his clipboard and sighed. “I didn’t really have a choice. You said my skills would be wasted counting beans and solving math problems society won’t care about.”
“You could have said no? Become the local accountant of your dreams.” The Professor chuckled. “Now tell me, how are our crew? I believe they downplay their words to spare me anguish. Tell me honestly, how are they?”
“Physically fit and ready. They all passed their evaluations by a wide margin and remain well. They are ready.”
“But how are they?”
“The psychologist will tell you they are of sound mind and ready.”
“And you? What do you think?”
“I think….”
Yeosang paused then.
“I don’t think we will know their true feelings until they are gone. They are good at being perfect.”
“I know.” The Professor nodded sadly. “Look after them, won’t you? Whatever they need.”
“Of course.”
“…wise men at their end know dark is right…grave men near death who see with blinding sight…”
“Sorry, Professor?”
The old man just smiled beatifically and changed the subject.
*****
It’s 2pm now.
Wonwoo arrives first, with Seungcheol gripping his shoulder and whispering things in his ear that makes him nod and grin. Yeosang remains confused by their friendship.
Hyunjae and Seonghwa arrive next, still talking about Mission details no doubt. Yeosang is struck with great fondness all the sudden. These men have been dedicating their lives to this for years and even now, they are still hard at work. They chose the right candidates after all.
Hongjoong is last to arrive. He looks exhausted and drained. A once arrogant youth now just another man. There’s a frown on his face that settles when Seungcheol hugs him.
But he doesn’t actually smile until Seonghwa nods in his direction. And it’s in that brief gesture that makes Yeosang think: is this is why the Professor sent his own son to conduct that initial interview? It feels like a lifetime ago.
But here they all stand now.
His Larazus team.
“Good morning everyone. Please be seated and refrain from questioning until the end. My name is Kang Yeosang, I am the acting director for NASA’s special project division. I am here today to speak to you about our Lazarus Mission. The Earth is dying-"
sorry for being silent. i guess i just had better things to do than disappoint you guys. theres no surface. theres no oxygen. theres no CHANCE. NO CHANCE at this planet being the one. NO CHANCE at us, dr. wyatt brighton campbelll and dr. jason taylor mann, being saved. we were sent to the other side of the observable universe to be left to DIE. and they knew. HE knew. dr. brand KNEW. he KNEW there was no chance at plan A. he led us to our death with nothing but a half baked equation and crossed fingers. and for what? for me and him to repopulate? where? in our tiny little pod that has a month left of life support? our tiny little pod that doesnt have any more cryosleep pods? we cant even sleep it out. we cant dream our lives away.
its ironic. we cant dream our lives away and yet the thing that sent us here WAS a dream. a dream that maybe, JUST maybe, humanity will live on. a dream that maybe we would find a new mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
maybe its just supposed to happen. memento mori. remember you must die, right? "you" can be taken personally, as in, you SPECIFICALLY must die. what if its "you" as in, "we." us. humanity. everything must die. its just a law. these are the last years for us. blight will kill us all. memento mori.
[DR. MANN 11.24.25]
I might as well send a message too. Um.. I'm scared. He's scared. This planet has nothing for us, and it has made that very clear. Wyatt summed it up pretty well, despite his.. sour attitude. I understand it though, I really do. He's talked to me about the "memento mori" thing. I think he's right, in a way. Maybe humanity will really just be a short event in the timeline of the universe. I just hope that we will be remembered. We, as in, me and Campbell. I love him, and he knows it. He loves me too. We're so scared.
Wyatt shows his fear in anger towards Dr. Brand and the people at NASA we left behind. For me.. I'm just disappointed. I'm disappointed in Dr. Brand. He knew that we almost certainly were led to our deaths. He knew that and he was okay with it. I understand, but I'm disappointed. Disappointed, upset, and afraid.
So recently I made a post about my headcanons for the types of stars different planets in Star Wars orbit, and that kinda got me all hyped up about that kinda thing, so I decided to continue these thoughts by 1) thinking up additional headcanons + new headcanons for planets I didn’t mention in the last post, and 2) do the same thing for other space-related fandoms (Interstellar and Doctor Who/Torchwood) and my own original story au!
Also, instead of yapping incessantly (I know y’all don’t really mind bc this is the incessant yapping website, but still) I decided to make some cool little visuals for my headcanons instead, complete with a little guide 😊
M-type star: the smallest star type, typically red in color, smaller than the sun.
K-type star: typically orange in color, slightly smaller than the sun.
G-type star: typically yellow in color, the same type of star as the sun, so usually around the same size as the sun.
F-type star: typically yellow-white in color, slightly larger than the sun.
A-type star: typically white in color, larger than the sun.
B-type star: typically blue-white in color, larger than the sun.
O-type star: typically blue in color, much larger than the sun.
Wolf-Rayet star: rare, fast-lived stars that typically become violent supernovae.
White dwarf: the remnant dead core of a star.
Brown dwarf: somewhere between a planet and a star - with enough mass to produce some light but not enough to be classified as a true star.
Black hole: an area of space with gravity so strong that nothing can escape, not even light.
White hole: the theoretical opposite of a black hole - an area of space that gives off so much energy that nothing can enter it.
Double star: a system with two stars that orbit each other.
Triple star: a system with three stars that orbit each other.
Quadruple star: a system with four stars that orbit each other.
Far orbit: a multiple-star system where the stars orbit each other far enough apart that each star can have its own planets
Globular cluster: a large clump of tightly packed stars bound together by each other’s gravity
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Additional/updated Star Wars planets
Coruscant: G-type star that orbits near the supermassive black hole in the galactic core.
Alderaan: O-type star that orbits near the supermassive black hole in the galactic core.
Stewjon: K-type star located on the outskirts of a globular cluster.
Naboo: F-type star.
Tatooine: M-type and K-type double-star system.
Kamino: A-type star.
Shili: K-type star.
Ryloth: A-type star located close to a globular cluster.
Mirial: two G-types and one F-type triple-star system.
Unnamed planet: once an M-type, now a white dwarf.
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Interstellar planets
Miller: supermassive black hole (Gargantua).
Mann: supermassive black hole (Gargantua).
Edmunds: B-type star (Pantagruel) that orbits a supermassive black hole (Gargantua).
Oita: F-type star located on the outskirts of a globular cluster, the farthest of the 12 selected stars for the Lazarus Missions from Gargantua.
Hale: F-type and O-type double-star system that orbits a supermassive black hole (Gargantua).
Pila: white dwarf that orbits a supermassive black hole (Gargantua).
Lee: M-type star that orbits a supermassive black hole (Gargantua).
Morin: M-type star that orbits a supermassive black hole (Gargantua).
Wong: K-type star orbiting near a Wolf-Rayet star, the second farthest of the 12 stars selected for the Lazarus Missions from Gargantua.
Ostro: A-type and M-type double-star system with a wide orbit that orbits a supermassive black hole (Gargantua).
Yashin: F-type star that orbits a supermassive black hole (Gargantua).
Earth: G-type star (the sun).
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Doctor Who/Torchwood planets
Gallifrey: K-type star orbiting a supermassive white hole.
Jack’s home planet: M-type star (TRAPPIST-1).
Raxacoricofallapatorius: F-type star.
{I don’t have a whole lot for DW/TW… 😅 probably coming up with more in the future}
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Original story planets
Earth: G-type star (the sun).
Capricornica: G-type and K-type with far orbiting M-type triple-star system (Alpha Centauri).
Phere: M-type star inside a globular cluster (Beehive Cluster).
Qhorphris: M-type star orbiting near a supermassive black hole (Sagittarius A*).
Iktoparas: stellar-mass white hole.
Dœn: B-type star (EO Leonis).
Felgion: F-type star (Altair).
Melusia: K-type and B-type double-star system (Albireo)
Nauticalia: F-type star (Procyon).
Elixir: K-type and M-type quadruple-star system with wide orbiting B-type and white dwarf double-star system, also includes a brown dwarf (Regulus).
Oasis: M-type star (K2-18).
Romeo & Juliet: G-type star (Tau Ceti).
Chance: M-type star (Barnard’s star).
Silence: A-type star that orbits a supermassive black hole (Quasar APM 08279+5255).
