Planet Ds
By Master Nage
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Planet Ds Copyright 2004 Master Nage
Cover art and design by dana
For every woman who desires to be taken by a strong man.
May you find your Planet Ds here on Earth.
Cluster One
he planet reminded her of Starling, her home world—blue green in the middle, red at the poles. It had both a breathable atmosphere and plenty of fresh water. It wasn't listed on the charts, most likely because its inhabitants had never developed space flight. Still, it was similar enough to her home world that it brought her some small degree of comfort.
T"At least I'll die in a familiar setting."
"Don't speak of such things, Marissa. You're not going to die."
She looked up at Kenreth or rather what was left of him—tall, muscular, not quite blond, not quite real.
"That's easy for you to say. You've already taken the plunge into darkness."
"I don't remember dying."
"But I remember."
And she did...every agonizing detail of it. When the ID engines exploded, Kenreth—her partner, her lover, her best friend—had been killed instantly. She'd watched it on the monitor over and over, the last minute of Kenreth's life. The event's duration was a single second but she slowed it down, made herself sit and watch. She took comfort from the fact he hadn't suffered...that he wasn't stranded on a ship with no interstellar drive and no communications. That he wouldn't have to spend his last hours in doubt and fear. Kenreth had died, but of the two he was the lucky one. Marissa Twelve would die slowly over the weeks and months to come, first from the pain and shock of losing her lover, then from fear, and finally from boredom.
"Marissa, you speak as if there is no hope. The landing sequence may work. There's no way to know until you try."
"And if it does, I'll be stranded on some uncivilized planet in the middle of nowhere. No one will ever find me. I'll be alone for the rest of my miserable life."
"You won't be alone. You'll have me."
"I don't want you! You're a hologram, a recording, a smart program, nothing more. Your very presence mocks his memory."
The look of pain in the hologram's dark blue eyes was all too familiar.
"Fine. I know when I'm not wanted."
With those words, he vanished.
Marissa counted to ten and drew a deep breath.
"Come back, Kenreth. I'm sorry. I'm under a lot of pressure."
She paused but nothing happened.
"Come on, Kenreth, don't do this. In less than four hours I'm going to be dead, just like you."
Again no answer.
"Please, Kenreth. I don't want to die alone."But Kenreth was gone, and it looked very much like Marissa Twelve would die alone after all. She checked her instruments again, and spoke once more though she didn't expect an answer.
"I love you, Kenreth, but hadn't planned on joining you quite so soon."
As if in response, the lights in the ship's small bridge dimmed. The viewscreen changed again, showing yet another view of the world she was too rapidly approaching.
It really did look very much like Starling.
* * *
"Greetings, General k'Anja."
"Spare me the formality, Lieutenant. It's late. I'm tired. What in Oridese is so important?"
"The psiweb has picked up an intruder, Sir."
"What kind of intruder?"
"They don't know, General."
The General stood up to his full six-foot height, and scanned the operations room. The soldiers present, both men and women, hurried about innumerable tasks. They were too active, too alert for the hour. There should have been nothing to fear, but his people were nervous, which wasn't a good sign.
"Perhaps it's a meteor, like the one last year."
"No, General. This intruder is alive...alive and sentient."
"Sentient! They must be mistaken."
"The psiweb doesn't make mistakes…not on that scale."
"Patch me into them."
"Yes, Sir...d'Lasha, attend."
"Yes, Sir."
The attending psychic was a young woman with long reddish-brown hair and matching eyes. An attractive one but a bit young for the General's taste. He felt the urge upon him, and knew he'd need a new plaything soon.
"Greetings, General k'Anja. d'Lasha is at your service."
"You can tap into the psiweb?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do so. What news is there?"
She closed her eyes. Serenity seemed to overtake her. Her voice betrayed no sense of urgency.
"There is an intruder approaching. It descends even as we speak."
"What is it?"
"Unknown.""What might it be?"
"Unknown. The web has never before experienced such a creature."
All activity had halted as those present listened. The General regretted not taking the report alone in the first place, but once started he wouldn't stop it. That would show his team he didn't trust them, a thing he was loath to do.
"A creature? You are sure it is a creature?"
"It feels, General."
"What does it feel?"
"Pain. Aguish. Fear. Loneliness. Loss.""What are its goals?"
"Death."
"Interesting. I do hope it means its own death."
"General, while the creature is aware of its own mortality, it is another death that preoccupies it."
"What death?"
"Unknown."
The General didn't speak for a long time. He couldn't help being aware of the eyes on him, waiting for him to act so they could follow his lead. He had to proceed cautiously.
"d'Lasha, I want you to think about this carefully before you answer. Could this being pose a threat to Taruut?""It is possible, Sir."
"Where will this intruder set down?"
"On the Southern continent, Sir, but closer than that it is impossible to determine."
"Do you know how large an area you are speaking of?"
"Yes, Sir. Over 10,000 square durans. It is a large continent."
The General turned his attention to the Lieutenant.
"Ready my staff, e'Relan. We are going hunting."
"Yes, Sir."
The gleam in the General's almost black eyes hadn't been there in a long time.
* * *
The closer she drew, the less like home the planet looked.
"Computer, initiate landing sequence."
"Landing sequence initiated."
The controls were on manual as the navcomp couldn't be trusted to deal with freak situations. Marissa had been trained on a number of simulators, but real life in a disabled ship was something no one could be prepared for. She watched as the planet loomed closer, filled the screen. She didn't bother with diagnostics. Either she could land, or she couldn't. She angled the ship so it approached at the oblique. Already the hull temperature was climbing. The shielding, however, held. Several times she tried to slow her descent but it wasn't happening. Momentum kept the ship moving forward. Gravity pulled the ship downward. If she didn't gain control soon she'd go into a roll and it would be all over. Perhaps it was for the best.
A heavy vibration passed through the ship, and she knew it was useless. She fought for another few seconds, then let it go. What difference did it make? No one would find her here. She'd be stranded on a world of primitive aliens, assuming they didn't vivisect her or put her in a zoo. She was better off dead.
The vibrations increased, making the viewscreen look as if it were jumping up and down. She closed her eyes.
"I'm coming, Kenreth. I'll be with you soon."
The outer hull cracked and broke away, leaving the small bridge open to the elements. Wind tore at her long black hair, but the crash webbing held. Startled, she opened her eyes and regretted it immediately. She had never been comfortable with heights. Still she continued to watch, fascinated by the expanse of ground that seemed to remain comfortably distant.
She knew it was an illusion. At this altitude she'd hang for a long time before the ground raced toward her. She told herself she could do without that but kept her eyes open anyway. She would not go to the grave cowering like a child. She'd meet death as she had lived life...defiant to the end.
The decision made, she stared at the ground. The wind in her ears gave her a horrible headache. She wondered how long she had. She wondered if she would be dead before impact. She wondered how her life had come to this.
Kenreth was everything she'd wanted...all she'd wanted. She spoke, though there was no one to hear her.
"Remember the trading post, Ken? The day we met? You were so arrogant. So transparent. I didn't believe you owned a prospecting class ship. I thought it was just a line. I blew you off, and walked away. I'll never forget that day.
"And when I later found out you were telling the truth, you have no idea how foolish I felt. I never told you, did I? I kept it to myself through our long months together. I don't know why."
She spoke loudly so she could hear herself above the wind. Her voice sounded odd...strained, hoarse. She wondered if the hologram could still hear her, and if she sounded afraid. She didn't want to die in fear.
"And that girl was all over you. How I hated her! I thought you'd take her with you instead of me. And what made you choose me in the end? My lithe body? My skill in bed? Oh no, not you my love. You liked my fucking resume. That's the only reason you accepted my application. Who knew I'd come to love you?"
The ground was much closer, and she felt sick. Then the bridge, what was left of it, lurched. The entire rear section of the ship broke away. Marissa Twelve was thrown hard against the crash webbing.
"What!"
The wind, somehow, had diminished. Marissa, in pain from the sudden jolt, looked around.
"What the fuck!"
The ground still approached but far more slowly.
"I don't understand."
She looked down at the control panel. The landing sequence had clearly failed. The computer's voice made her jump.
"Anti-grav emergency system engaged. Note, after this usage, this system will require replacement."
"A safety device. A fucking safety device!"
"Affirmative," replied the computer.
Marissa Twelve threw back her head and laughed. Tomorrow would be another day after all.
* * *
Calanda leaned across the table. The man opposite her was tall and thin. His brown hair almost reached his shoulders. His gray-green eyes focused on her as if the rest of the place didn't exist. She had to shout to be heard above the music.
"I'm not going to do it anymore."
"You always say that."
"This time I'm serious. Four years, Aldo. Four miserable years. I'm better than this."
"I know, but it's your job."
"There are other jobs."
"What are you going to do?"
She looked around to make sure no one was paying attention.
"I have a few new connections. I won't cover another sex scandal or a celebrity marriage. My next story is going to be on a different level."
"Such as?"
"I'm not sure, but something will come up."
"What will you do until then?"
"I don't know, but I'm tired of the whole business. There's more to life than who's sleeping with who.""Yes, I agree...like who's sleeping with you."
She looked at him. "No one is sleeping with me."
"Exactly my point. I could make you very happy, you know."
"Oh really?'
"Very happy."
"Show me."
He grinned, and slipped under the table. She felt his lips press against her bare knee. A gentle kiss, then a nip. He slid her short red skirt up, then pushed her legs gently apart. He kissed his way up her inner thigh.
Around her the night was in full swing. There were people up dancing, others at the tables eating, drinking or injecting themselves with the latest chemical craze. The music's bass fought for her attention, but as Aldo's lips and tongue moved closer to pussy, it slid into the background along with everything else.
He had his head all the way between her legs now. His stubble irritated her inner thighs. She was about to push him back when his tongue flicked out—a single quick motion against her panties that sent a shiver through her.
She forced herself not to react. He did it twice more, then leaned even closer. He grasped the fabric of her panties with his teeth and pulled them away from her, then to the side. His tongue snaked around them and flicked once more, parting her lips. She moaned in spite of herself, leaned back and clutched the table's edge. His tongue worked up and down, slowly, just the way she liked it. It slid effortlessly between her lips, and up to tease her clit ever so briefly, before returning to her aching cunt. She almost moaned again, when she noticed a young lady standing at the table, staring at her.
"Yes?"
She let a note of annoyance creep into her voice.
"You have a message, Calanda."
"Now?"
Just what she needed. A fucking psychic.
"Yes, they say it's important.""Oh god...who is it?"
The tongue continued working on her, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She fought to concentrate as it slid inside her, driving her to the edge but not over.
"There is no name, only a message."
"Which is..."
She gripped the table even harder and thrust her cunt against Aldo's mouth."The psiwall has detected an intruder. General k'Anja is preparing to investigate. You should go see him as soon as possible."
"Oh GOD! Not now, please not now. Soon, very soon. Tell him I'm cuummmmmmmmmmingggggggg!!!"
"Yes, ma'am."
The psychic retreated. Calanda's body shuddered. Aldo lapped up every drop and kept licking. The entire room spun.
"TELL HIM I'M CUUMMMMING!!!"
The music was loud enough to drown out her moans of ecstasy.
* * *
The emergency landing system gave Marissa no control over where she set down. With nothing to do, she watched the planet surface approach at a rate far slower than it should have. Several times, what was left of the ship stopped to hover, allowing her to gradually become used to the pressure at preset altitudes. She passed over mountains, forest, and finally grassy plains. Below her, herds of almost familiar mammals browsed on the greenery. It only occurred to her later, how large they must have been to be visible from her vantage point. Once she thought she caught a glimpse of a predator, though it was out of eyeshot long before she could make out any details. Assuming she could drink the water, she might survive on such a world indefinitely. She was not looking forward to it.
Alone on a primitive alien world, her only company a hologram who was no longer speaking to her. There were no signs of animal life when she finally set down. Perhaps her approach had spooked them.
Marissa didn't waste time. As soon as the pod settled, she struggled out of the crash webbing, and scanned her surroundings. Greens, some browns— just the colors she would have expected. Finding water was her first priority.
She was so involved in her study of the terrain, the voice startled her.
"It looks like you didn't die after all."
"Kenreth! You knew about the emergency landing system."
"Of course. I had it installed myself."
She was used to the hologram speaking as if he were the original.
"Why didn't you tell me?""I wasn't sure it was going to work, and even if I had been, I wasn't sure you wouldn't have disabled it. You're not thinking clearly at the moment."
She bit back a response. As annoying as the hologram was, she wasn't about to piss it off again. It was all she had to talk to.
"Perhaps not, but did you really think I'd have taken my own life?"
"I thought it a possibility. Would you have?"
She almost answered but thought about it instead. The hologram waited patiently while she struggled with the question. She also struggled with the equipment locker, which she finally managed to open. She removed the scanz unit and a water bearer. The water inside wouldn't last forever, but it would remain cold as long as the charge lasted. She strapped the water bearer around her waist and clipped the scanz unit to it."You haven't answer my question, Marissa. Would you have committed suicide?"
"I honestly don't know."
The hologram nodded."I'm not going to be able to stay with the pod. I need to find water."
"I'm not going anywhere, Marissa. I'll be here when you get back."
She leaned forward to kiss him before realizing she couldn't. Instead she waved, and set off across the plain. The sun was on the way down but, unfamiliar with the planet, she couldn't know how long she had until nightfall. She quickened her pace. She wanted to be back at the pod before darkness descended.
* * *
The corridor was long, dark, and would have been scary had she not been this way before. She thought she heard noises behind several of the side doors, but that was unlikely. No one should be in the building at this hour.
Finally, she reached the office she wanted. She knocked and the door opened, just enough for whoever was inside to get a glimpse of her. Then it opened further.
"You're so paranoid, Gregor."
Calanda could barely make out his features in the dimly lit room.
"Do you know how much trouble I could get in for this?"
"Yes."
"I have to be crazy to do this."
"You know why you're doing it. You have no choice. And I have little time. Where is it?"
He reached into his shirt pocket and removed a small vial. She took it from him, opened it and examined the contents."Sharp. You never saw me."
"If only."
She leaned close to him, licked her lips. "You don't regret meeting me, do you Gregor?"
He took a step backwards and swallowed.
"No, Calanda. Of course not."
"Don't forget it. But you can't forget it, can you?"
"No. No I can't."
Calanda's laugh was most unpleasant.
"When I get back, I think we're going to have a talk."
"Back? Are you going somewhere?"
"Never you mind, boy. Just remember who holds your leash."
"Yes, Calanda."
She turned and left, closing the door behind her. Before she returned to the street, she hid the vial away in her pocket. Soon, she would be on her way south.
* * *
"General k'Anja, there's a reporter here to see you."
The General scowled. "Who notified the press?"
"No one, Sir."
"Well who in Oridese is it?"
"Her name is Calanda Star. She's a tabloid..."
"I know who she is. Send her in."
General k'Anja schooled his expression. While he had nothing but dislike for reporters in general, and tabloid journalists in particular, he'd long ago learned to deal with them smiling. The only thing worse than a reporter, was a reporter with a reason to hate you. So he smiled when she entered. His smiled broadened at the sight of her, thinking of all the exquisite tortures he could subject a body like hers to.
Five-five, dirty-blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, and a quirky smile that immediately put him on guard. Her body wasn't one of the great wonders of the world but you'd never know it by looking. The clothes she wore did little to conceal her obvious charms, though if she were looking for a pushover, she'd come to the wrong place. He was certain she wore neither panties beneath her short blue skirt, nor bra beneath her tight, white sweater. Risky for her to come here like that. It was a criminal offense for a women to go out in public without approved underclothes, but that didn't stop the more brazen ones. And because men liked it, it was a crime that almost never came to prosecution.
He kept his smile as she seated herself across from him. He noted she kept her thighs slightly parted, no doubt in an attempt to distract him. She had a lot to learn.
"What can I do for you, Ms. Star?"
"Call me Calanda, please.""Very well. I've a tight schedule, so if you'd come to the point..."
"It's about your schedule that I'm here. You're flying out to Terreefa. I want to go with you."
The General kept his expression bland, but she didn't need to be a psychic to sense his anger. He didn't think anyone knew, certainly not some annoying reporter. Her smiled matched his, then did him one better.
"What makes you think so?"
"Because you want to investigate the psiweb sighting of an intruder. You wouldn't trust that to anyone else."
"You seem very well informed. Exactly how did you come by this information?"
"You know I'm going to protect my sources, General."
This time, the General's smile was genuine. "You'll protect your sources if I permit it. But if I choose to take it, I will have that information, one way or another. Am I clear?"
"I'm not afraid of you, General."
"I don't suspect you are. You're too young and foolish to be afraid of me. I will teach you otherwise."
"Well, you can teach me on the way."
"You are not coming with me.""But why not? Don't you want to keep an eye on me?"
"Frankly, I would rather keep you in chains until I return."
"On what grounds, General? Do you want a public incident on your hands? I am popular."
"What's it worth to you, I wonder."
"I'm game for anything. Name your price."
"If you wish to come with me, you'll submit to me for the duration of the trip, after which I'll release you."
Calanda laughed. "Submit to you? Do you think so?"
"I know so. You either choose to submit, or stay here imprisoned."
"And if I leave?"
The General moved so quickly she had no time to react. Before Calanda knew it, a miniature crossbow was trained on her.
"You, girl, are not going anywhere. You have classified knowledge, and I have no idea where you got it. I'm going to find out, but finding the intruder is far more important. There are only two ways I can trust you. I can lock you up, which is my preference, or you can submit to me. You've been given a choice...now make it."
Calanda gritted her teeth. "Very well. I'll submit, but I protest this treatment."
The General walked around the side of the desk, grabbed her hair and pulled her from the chair. A single jerk brought her to her knees.
"Submit, girl."
Calanda dropped her eyes to hide the smoldering anger."I will obey you for the duration of this trip. I submit to your will, General k'Anja. Are you sure you can handle me?"
With his left hand, the General unzipped his fly. He reached in and freed his cock, already thick and almost fully erect. He pulled her head closer.
Calanda licked her lips. She knew this was coming, it was the only way he could bind her, but she wasn't without tricks of her own. Still, she had to go through the motions.
She moaned deep in the back of her throat, an involuntary sound she made most convincingly, then engulfed his cock between her lips. The experience was more than just pleasant, and she knew with General k'Anja she would have to watch herself, or she would certainly fall under his power.
She started sucking slowly, using her lips and tongue as skillfully as she could. She didn't think she could take him but was going to try. If she could bring the General under her control, her job would be that much easier.
* * *
Marissa Twelve looked down at the scanz. It was a newer model than she was used to but they all worked the same way.
"Find water."
She turned a slow circle, waiting for the unit to beep. When it didn't, she walked further and repeated the process. If only she could be sure she was going the right direction. In survival courses, they taught you to walk in an outward spiral away from the ship, which would allow you to find water in any direction. With nightfall approaching, she didn't want to take the time. In a worst-case scenario, she could start again the next morning.
By the time water registered, the sun was ready to set. She stared at it, an orange orb in a sky that had a shade too much green to remind her of home. Starling had seas that color, but the sky was paler and bluer. And the clouds here were tinged with red, another thing she'd have to get used to.
She sniffed the air, trying to identify the innumerable differences between the planet's atmosphere and filtered ship's air she'd grown so used to. It wasn't sheer accident that there had been an inhabitable planet nearby. As a planet prospectors, finding worlds that would support human colonies had been their business. She and Kenreth had already visited the world, but hadn't contacted anyone about their discovery. The computer hadn't finished analyzing the data they'd accumulated. Everything had to be checked carefully, for a single error could have cost Kenreth his license, which would've been bad. That was when the meteorite had hit the ship, and her problems had begun in earnest.
The trip back to the planet at sublight speed had taken quite a few weeks. Weeks with no one to talk to but a hologram that reminded her just how much she'd lost. Yet without that hologram, what did she have? In the depths of space, loneliness was still the number one cause of death. In that sense, the hologram saved her life, at least for the time being.
"Animal life, medium sized."
She turned the scanner around. She did this periodically to make sure nothing was tracking her. When the unit beeped, she looked up. She was surprised to see a naked woman approaching. From that distance, she looked almost human.
She was young, almost a girl...pretty too. Tanned skin, long brown hair and eyes that weren't any color she'd seen before. She'd have to wait until the creature was closer to make a determination. Marissa dropped her hand and waited. She did not want to appear aggressive. She would let the creature approach at its own pace.
As it drew closer, Marissa marveled at how closely it resembled a human being. Put the right clothes on her, put her at a spaceport and no one would have looked twice. She had to keep reminding herself this was no human, but an alien with unknown abilities. She would have to remember to treat it that way.
The creature stopped only a few feet away.
"Hello," said Marissa, gently.
It didn't respond. Not that she expected it to speak Galactic, but stranger things had happened. She tried Spanglish and Germain too, but neither language seemed to have an effect.
Without warning, the creature struck out and clawed at her. Marissa jumped back.
"Take it easy, I'm not going to harm you."
The creature approached closer and bared her teeth. The way it moved suddenly made it look like an animal. An angry hiss confirmed the observation.
"Just relax, I'm not going to..."
The creature leapt again, fire in its eyes. Marissa tried to get away, but it grabbed her and lowered its head in an attempt to bite.
Marissa tried to pull back but her assailant was stronger than she expected. She stepped hard on the creature's instep. The howl that emerged from that too human mouth sounded animalistic and completely alien. Marissa swept its feet out from under it, and backed away.
"I don't want to fight."
The creature stared at her as if in astonishment. It rose, bared its teeth again, turned and ran back the way it had come.
Marissa lifted the scanz and pointed it at the retreating creature. The analysis came back instantly. No match. Whatever the creature was, it wasn't human.
"Ship wreckage."
Marissa spun in a slow circle to her right. The device beeped almost immediately, and she allowed it to guide her back the way she'd come. It was getting late. She hurried back to the ship, or rather what was left of it. Tomorrow she'd have a full day to explore.
* * *
General k'Anja stared down at the kneeling reporter. He couldn't believe she'd agreed to submit, but she had, and there was nothing she could do about it now. He'd hold her until he tired of her then find a way to lose her, preferably far from civilization.
Calanda knelt, the picture of femininity, naked thighs parted clearly revealing how wet she was. Her form was perfect—back straight, head held high. The General knew then she'd submitted before. Far from the independent reporter she played, she was a slave at heart, yearning only to be taken by a strong man. That he was the one to take her was her misfortune.
Calanda had been excellent, as he knew she'd be. The General marveled at the chemical changes that even now must be occurring within her lush body. Changes that would make her completely subservient. Another dose or two of his cum would complete the change, and she would be his to do with as he pleased. He wondered how many times he'd have to use her before she was completely in his power.
"Calanda."
"Yes, Master."
The sound of the word sent a surge of lust through him.
"You heard about the intruder from who?"
"I was in a club, Master. I overheard two people talking about it.""What did they look like?"
"I did not turn around, Master."
"Why?"
"I didn't want them to know I listened. I feared they would stop talking."
"I am surprised they would talk so freely in a public place about such a thing."
"The music was loud, Master, but my hearing has been modified. It helps me with my work."
"Of course it does. Still, this is most disturbing. You realize I'm not going to permit you to write an article about this."
The sadness in her eyes was all too obvious.
"Yes, Master."
"You will obey me."
"Yes, Master. Calanda will obey you."
"Why, Calanda? I don't understand. Why would you agree to submit to me? Surely you knew that once you submitted I would never allow you the story."
"Yes, Master."
"Then why agree to it?"
"Because it has been a long time, Master, and you are an attractive man...and a powerful one. Why shouldn't I desire one so powerful?"
"Good point."
Calanda dropped her head so he wouldn't see her smile. Men were so easy. Every one of them was ready to believe they were so spectacular that a woman would readily hand over her power. The General had a lot to learn about women.
Of course, it helped that he didn't yet know of the rebellion's antidote to the effects of male semen. When he found out, he was going to be mad as hell. She only hoped her supply of tablets would last long enough to get her to Terreefa. Once she was there, she and the General would part ways. Then it would be a race to the prize—whatever it was.
The General was still talking and she hurried to catch up.
"I wager you'll rue the day you crossed paths with me, girl." He chuckled. "I mean what would your fans think?"
She thought about the article she'd write when this was over. She wondered how General k'Anja would explain bringing a civilian with him to track an intruder, and how he'd managed to lose her. She could almost smell the court martial already. Keeping herself from grinning was one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do.General k'Anja would be in for the surprise of his life.
To be continued…
Next on Planet Ds
The battle between General k'Anja and Calanda heats up...Marissa makes a very dangerous decision, and you'll meet a man who exists only for the thrill of the hunt. Don't miss it!
Planet Ds Facts
Ø Planet Ds is a battleground of sexual chemical warfare—a never-ending, escalating biological battle of the sexes.
Ø The technology on Planet Ds is based on mind power and biochemistry. It is unlike anything found elsewhere in the known galaxy.
Ø There are three major continents on Planet Ds, one of which is an uninhabitable wasteland.