The Outer Reaches is a term used to refer to areas far from the center of the universe where Mystery, Danger and new species continued to be found
Actually that's wrong to say.
In fact, it's better to view the Outer Reaches as places far from the center of a Galaxy where the influence of the Central Powers was weak.
Yes, that's actually what they are.
As an outer planet far from the center of a Galaxy, the celestial pressure they endure is proportional to the amount of attention that the Central powers grace them.
Very weak in fact.
Since a certain amount of celestial pressure was needed to form rifts to the weave, little Aether could be felt in the Outer Planet's exterior designating this outer planet as a trash planet.
A literal planetary trash bin.
This was how the derogatory term Exile planet was created
How fitting was it that it was used as the collective trash dump was used to hold people who were human trash?
If only it was just human trash that were exiled here.
People who they wanted gone, people that caught their eye in the wrong way and even familial figures that had gone against their will.
Ester watched the rare window to space created by one of the many dumpers controlled by the breaking through the gaseous atmosphere.
Staring at the starry sky that contrasted starkly against the greenish fog in his surroundings, Ester adjusted the respiration mark on his face and checked the connection on his back as starlight seeped through the small gap created by the chain of dumpers
Metal fingers clasping coldly around the strap of his bag, Ester's eyes hidden underneath the goggles glowed slightly as the Dumper hung just above the atmosphere.
Opening its side compartments, unidentifiable objects flowed out like water around the trash zone, letting out what was known as the trash rain.
One of the few boons to this place was that water wasn't much of a problem if you just purified it.
And as an added bonus to the trash rain, a ship suddenly flew from within the trash rain, spiraling downwards in an attempt to hide as one with the falling blocks of unidentified parts and scraps.
But to Ester's eyes it was nothing more than an inefficient use of fuel
'Some more poor fools exiled here.'
Ester glanced at his empty collector frame
'I wonder if the drone will be intact this time.'
Entertaining the thought of scavenging something good from within the ship, Ester adjusted his bag and set towards today's trash zone.
Soon, all manner of life would come to feast on the trash and those buried underneath it, and Ester would rather not be on the menu
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