Volatara (Post Suicide War)

"We fell from hyperspace- The weight of the nearby pulsar dragging us out. We had to make a risky slingshot around it, or be crushed, and, thankfully, succeeded, but soon found ourselves stuck with limited fuel in orbit around some... Sad little dirt clod of a rock in the middle of nowhere. Byn kept insisting it was once the homeworld of her people, but It'd always been my understanding that the Motherworld was lush: Green, vast oceans, glorious blue atmosphere. This, though... Calling it an asteroid paid little tribute to the deadness of this poor, unfortunate little world."

~Charataa Archive Entry #624, Captain Maratei'lin'tovok, ASW 100

C'ei Sixio Volatara
In the very furthest reaches of the Galaxy, in a long-forgotten binary system of a pulsar and a yellow giant, there is shared a gas giant, emerald green, forever ablaze, which holds in its own grasp a vast arrangement of moons, ranging from the size of a house, to one-and-a-half times that of Earth. The outermost, and smallest of the moons at that distance, is the long-dead Ann'mui Motherworld of Volatara, covered in the scars of a war long-since past.

Following the bombardment of the surface in the final hours the Suicide War, the once-lush Motherworld of the Ann'mui that had once presented such immeasurable power was rendered near-inhospitable, with the deep blue, oxygen-rich atmosphere becoming saturated with a near-palpable cloud soot and dirt that coated the entire world and choked out anything that survived the carnage. Her vast, deep seas boiled away under the heat of the bombs, leaving little, if any liquid water at all, present upon the surface. The air, too choked with the dusty, smoky smog, is not breathable by Ann'mui or other humanoids with similar respiratory functions, and, as the three heat sources of the gas giant, pulsar, and, most of all, the yellow giant, beat down on the surface, the heat trapped in the blanket of smog will eventually render the world too hot to walk upon without some form of protection.