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The man, still wearing the face of the innkeeper, swaggered up. "Hello there. I thought I might interject myself into this situation." he winked at Thought.

Ok, so there is a possibility that a large planet could have a crystalline core. So we have a possible large gem at the center of a gas giant. It seems like a bit of a stretch but I think it would be a cool idea.

I think FTL comms would be good. That way people could communicate without having to wait 10 minutes.

SepLar watched with curiosity, a bit confused by the flying creatures. ~~~ The plump innkeeper watched the group fight, then leave. He smiled to himself. So he had chosen the right bar, and the right city underneath a lake. He ducked back into the kitchen, where he had put the real innkeeper, who he had knocked out and impersonated for the last few hours. Connection manipulation was helpful for this sort of thing. It eliminated the need to hang around for days, waiting for the one he wanted to appear. Instead, he could just show up a few hours beforehand and loiter in someone else's shoes. He smiled at the innkeeper, who had finally realized the fact that no one could hear him, no matter how loud he screamed. "Now, I'm going to let people hear you again, but you cannot scream while I'm still here. I need to get somewhere quickly and your panicking would slow me down considerably. You can yell as much as you want as soon as I'm gone." The man wearing the innkeeper's face snapped his fingers and the innkeeper tried to shout, despite the man's warnings. No sound came out, however. "Ah, it appears you've worn your voice out by yelling so much. Well, goodbye friend." The man stepped out of the inn via the kitchen entrance and made his way towards the docks, still wearing the innkeeper's face.

Have you ever heard the term "Hard Sci-Fi"? It means sci-fi that is theoretically possible and/or follows the laws of physics. A good example would be some stories by Arthur C. Clarke.

I can. I'm thinking Rosharian system gas giants...

@Nohadon

SepLar followed the Sliver and her companion to the docks and waited, still very curious.

I'm aasking if you personally are opposed to the idea of using moons as our primary terrestrial settings. Cause I really want to do worldbuilding for the planetoids.

What? So yes, or no, on the moons thing

... Are you opposed to the moons idea?

"You've only grown more intresting since I first saw you. So now I'm very intrested. I need to know."

"Because I wanna know what the hell is happening here!"

That's what I mean by handwaving. This way we van have a bit harder sci-fi, without sacrificing the space opera piece. Instead of taaking weeks or months, traveling from moon to moon would take at most a day.

SepLar stepped into the alleyway, gun slung on her shoulder. "Can someone please tell me what's going on?"

SepLar squeezed the trigger on her rifle as soon as she heard the gunshot. Two bolts of burning plasma raced through the air towards the hitman.

SepLar tightened her grip on the trigger and adjusted her aim a tiny bit. "You're a Sliver? Rusts."

"How about not." SepLar spun and pointer her assult rilfe at the hitman.

Big Lazy Over Here. Here 'ya are, Mac.