#terra halley

[notxjustxstories]

oc pride challenge 2023 ↬ tropes week ↬ queer character, queer actor

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[lets-try-some-writing]

I wonder what was Mars reaction to humans sending him rovers the first time. i imagine Earth probably warned him in advance that humans planned on sending him something (Sojourner was the first sent if i believe correctly) and he knowing what humans are like prepared for the worst definitely

Mars: I really hope this thing won't infect me with anything..

Sojourner: *beeps*

Mars:

Sojourner:*starts collecting rocks*

Mars:

Moon: Earth asks if you're al- *senses Mars em field*Are you crying??

Mars: *deep in fatherhood*No *he is*

This is adorable and it deserves a mini fic. Enjoy.

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Mars always told himself he didn’t mind the solitude. He was near his brother and close enough to Mortus—or rather Pluto—to feel content with himself. Sometimes Halley came to visit, which was always a pleasant surprise. It was not often someone immune to the rust corroding him happened to be both nearby and actually interested in communication. Earth was certainly nice enough, and Mars eagerly awaited her every message when she saw fit to reach out to him or use Moon as a proxy.

Moon. Mars. Pluto. He would never fully adjust to the new names given to them by his brother’s beloved Terra. Personally, he preferred his Cybertronian name, but he would never dare say as such aloud. Mortus didn’t care, and Fengari, his elder brother, would be prone to lash out if Mars ever voiced his objection to his new name. Not only that, but he wasn’t keen on making Terra upset. 

How many vorns had he been in orbit around the Unmaker and the life giving Titan who shielded him? It was hard to keep track without any citizens on his surface to constantly chatter to and about him.

Right. Citizens.

Being in his alternate mode, Mars was incapable of sighing as he wanted to. But as he took control over one of his drones and piloted it to the surface, he let the drone pause and linger on the view. Why had he lived while his wards died? It was not fair. He should have carried them until the very end, bringing them to salvation and away from the fires of Cybertron.

If only there hadn’t been plague. Maybe then he could at least have the chance to take on new citizens and ease the ache in his spark.

No, no. He couldn’t think like that. Contemplating such things almost always led to dark thoughts. It was not allowed. He had to stay calm and composed for Fengari. His poor brother was blind for Prima’s sake. Fengari lost his optics, his citizens, and his ability to take to the stars if he so desired in order to stay with Earth. Fengari suffered more. It was not Mars’s place to weep when he at least had remnants of his people upon his frame in the form of paintwork.

He still had them with him, in his spark and through the echoes they left upon his surface. Sweet Solus, many of their inner habitations were still untouched. He’d ensured it remained that way.

He still had relics. He had echos. He was fine. He had no reason to cry.

Right?

“Primus, our maker... we are so far from you. Can you hear us? Do our sparks still resonate with yours?” He spoke through his drone, letting his voice ring out with only a slight bit of static due to the corrosion of his vessel. He sighed as he received no answer, not that he really expected one. He stared though his drone in silence for a while, the quiet of the void all but deafening.

If he listened closely with his real body, he could hear the faint song of stars, the thrum of their very being radiating nearby. Earth’s Star had quite the pleasant melody. Enough for him to fall into recharge.

But he couldn’t allow that. If he slumbered, he may not wake. Instead, he endured the silence, the isolation. Perhaps Mortus would be kind enough to come and pay him a visit during one of his patrols. 

‘Mars? I have news.’

He stalled for a moment as waves of emotion crashed against him. Mars had to pause to translate the EM field communication he found himself assaulted with. Young Terra was not the most educated in matters of gentle or polite correspondence, but she could most certainly be heard.

‘Earth, it is  a pleasure to hear from you. What news do you have for me?’

He tried to keep his communication controlled and neutral. But as he sent back a response, he sensed something coming near to him. It had been heading in his direction for a while, but for the longest time he’d simply assumed it to be space debris. Looking more closely, it appeared to be some kind of device.

‘My children have created a drone of sorts. They are sending it to your surface to analyze you. Do not fear; the drone appears to be insignificant and designed purely for observation. I simply wished to warn you.’ 

Mars almost stiffened, but he forced himself to relax so that his surface would not shift as the thing drew closer. Without a second thought, he moved his drone as far from the potential landing site as he could get without losing track of this incoming drone that was apparently headed his way. He forgot to send a reply for a long while as he watched the thing draw ever nearer.

Earth’s humans were such deadly and destructive beings when they were left unchecked. Mars had witnessed the horrors himself when he watched them drop bombs all over poor Terra’s surface. Even now, the wounds still brought her pain from time to time. 

What would happen if her humans found him to be of use for some grand scheme? Would they harm him too? Mars was a Titan; he could survive if he had to. But he would rather not expose himself and, consequently, his kin to Earth’s destructive little scraplet farm. Why she loved them so dearly was beyond him.

‘Thank you for the warning.’ 

He eventually sent back curtly as he watched the drone finally land on his surface. It felt so very strange to have a new entity roaming his frame. Halley rarely landed, and when she did, her very frame eliminated warmth like a young star barely contained within living metal. This thing was cold, but not necessarily in a wicked sense. It seemed... almost like a protoform, yet lacking a spark. The emotions were familiar, the feeling of potential almost overwhelming.

Mars stared through his drone, his very spark flaring in its chamber as ancient desire rose within him. The drone was tiny, barely the size of the smallest newsparks that he had nurtured before the fires of Cybertron. And yet, as he looked upon the small wheeled entity roaming and prodding at rocks and pebbles like they were the most interesting thing on this side of the galaxy, Mars, or rather, Bellum’s spark, swelled with love.

The ache that had long burned within his core seared as he gazed upon the youth of the small thing roaming his surface. So small. So pure. So full of potential. 

Ancient coding sang within him, and before Bellum knew it, his drone moved just a bit closer, although still out of view. This one did not appear to be affected by the rust of his surface. It roamed freely, without a care in the world. Such innocence… Bellum needed to guard it.

Had Earth’s humans sent him this little gift out of kindness? No. They couldn’t have. They did not know he lived. And yet, he couldn’t help the way every part of his processors screamed at him to accept the offering. Such things were done for the sake of an alliance between Titans back on Cybertron. Old habits died hard, and Bellum could hardly contain himself as he fought the urge to have his drone snatch the Earth-born drone and drag it toward his core so he could connect to it intimately.

He couldn’t expose himself. Not yet. But Bellum was a patient being. Let the humans explore through their gift. His scans indicated that the poor drone wouldn’t last more than a few years without maintenance. He would wait until the humans abandoned it, and then, when all was done, he would finally have a chance to serve his purpose once more.

“Sweet little roamer, do not fear. You may not understand now, but soon, when your creators have let you fly away from them, I will take you under my wing.” He all but purred, keeping his vocalizations below the range of the drone as he observed it. 

“You will not know fear. You will suffer no illness. I will give you a spark, and when the time is right, I will make you into something more.” His spark flared in affection as the tiny Earth-born gathered rocks, observing and producing soft sounds of affirmation as it went. What a lovely voice it would have once Bellum granted it a spark. 

He could hardly wait.

‘Mars, are you in distress?’ 

Fengari, Moon, whatever designation he went by, sent a message that snapped Mars back to attention. Only after he refocused did he realize he’d been sending out waves upon waves of countless emotions in short, and likely unsetting bursts. His brother’s concerns made sense now.

‘I am perfectly fine, brother. In fact, I feel better than I have in millennia.’

Confusion met Mars’s response. He didn’t pay it much mind as he continued to observe the drone upon his surface. It was just so small. 

‘Let Terra know that so long as more of these drones are sent to me, she shall have my full allegiance.’ 

Shock met him this time, but Mars merely hummed. He had something to hope for now, and he had no intention of missing a single moment of his new firstborn’s life. He would have to get his visual images printed at some point for the little one to see once they developed mentally.

“Explore to your spark’s content, sweet roamer. I shall wait for you.” Mars felt his frame ease and a faint song escape his true vocalizer as he watched the small drone pick up a rock and stare at it.

Soon. Soon he would be a Sire again.

[stressedimaginativecat]

Happy birthday 🎂 @lets-try-some-writing enjoy!

Terra is tall queen thanks to the tall genes from her pops

Also have a bonus grumpy Pluto i kinda figured him out (Cron still doesn't wanna be perceived)

He's tired because people(mainly Cron who has Pluto number and will make that his problem) won't let him sleep

How their sms look probably:

Unicron: Attention i have breached containment

Unicron: Don't be alarmed i'm simply getting a snack

Pluto: I will block you if you wont stop treating it seriously and start sending more serious matters

Unicron: We also had encounter witt mama bear on our latest forest trip

Unicron: We're quite well thought. Just one parent to another intense stare off happened

Pluto: WHAT

His brownish red locks turned into sad state from all that stress(his job and Cron) he dyes the white streaks but at some point stops

Terra treats him like her kinda uncle kinda other parent that she tries to insert into the family("I'm not your parent he says as he gifts her a birthday gift")

Maybe eventualy he quits his job and adopts the dog that keeps running around the neighbourhood (Halley cuz why not) as his unofficial emotional support dog (he had a dog previously but as it was police dog it passed due to one of actions he partaked in. Rip Donut) and joins properly the fam

[semi-deuses]

COMETA C/2023 A3

- Será visível a olho nu e marcará o nosso tempo com a sua passagem.

Esse cometa vai brilhar em nosso hemisfério sul, tornando-se o evento cósmico mais importante, desbancando o cometa Halley.

Estamos chegando ao fim do primeiro quarto (1/4) desse século XXI, período de grandes transformações do nosso Sistema Solar. Até meados de 2050 a Terra diminuirá a sua densidade, quando falamos em energia.

Os fatos marcados no "apocalipse" estão acontecendo, com eventos de nível mundial. A expulsão é inevitavel hoje, por mais triste que seja, é necessário por causa que depois das terríveis mudanças, não haverá mais esferas vibrantes de baixos níveis. Foi assim registrado no livro prometido, tempo de separação do Joio e o Trigo.

Mas por outro lado, aqueles que estão de mudança, vão ajudar outra humanidade primitiva a evoluir e quem ficar, vai ter que se esforçar mais, pois maiores serão os compromissos ckm a Lei de Deus.

No Cosmos, tudo que existe se movimenta em direção à Sagrada Finalidade, cada movimento é registrado, se expande e essa relação espaço tempo, tem fatores ainda desconhecidos para nós encarnados, pois tudo se manifesta em perfeito sincronismo e a nossa percepção dos efeitos será de acordo com os padrões evolutivos do espírito.

Para mim não existe separação entre encarnados e desencarnados porque percebo essa integralidade entre o visível e invisível, sendo diferenciado apenas pela densidade que se manifesta individualmente em cada espírito, através das vibrações emanadas de cada um.

Osvaldo Polidoro esclareceu esse entendimento quando deixou claro que entre encarnados e desencarnados, o que diferencia é apenas questão de densidade. Cada indivíduo olha um mesmo efeito de formas diferentes, pois somos muito relativos ainda. Eu vejo esse cometa como um presságio, um aviso de confirmação, e digo isso porque obtive informações para ter este esclarecimento, mas outras formas de entendimento existe em nosso plano onde está os encarnados. Um exemplo disso é o entendimento da ciência oficial, que relativiza o fato longe desse entrndimento que tenho. Para a ciência, não existe nada além do ponto de vista da matéria e o cometa é apenas um objeto cósmico em sua tragetória...

É isso, curtam o evento e se alegrem por termos condições físicas de precisão, limitada espacialmente àquilo que vemos.

O que será que diz a astrologia?

[heliosphere-underthesky]

Kinda of a random question but what do you imagine the characters voices sounding like?

Hi! Thanks for the question. I actually worked out most of the voice claims of the characters, and I plan to make a video of it someday when I've updated all their character art! (Mainly for the main cast.)

For now, I'll just list them down with links:

Main 8 + Luna

Sun - Neuvillette (EN CV: Ray Chase)

Mercury - Firion (EN CV: Johnny Yong Bosch)

Venus - Tigress (EN CV: Angelina Jolie)

Earth - Thoma (EN CV: Christian Banas) | Makoto Tachibana (JP CV: Tatsuhiza Suzuki)

Mars - Yuri Lowell (EN CV: Troy Baker)

Jupiter - Kokushibo (EN/JP, EN: Jonah Scott, JP: Okiayu Ryotaro) [MAY CONTAIN DEMON SLAYER SPOILERS!]

Saturn - Marth (EN CV: Yuri Lowenthal)

Uranus - Douma (EN/JP, EN: Stephen Fu, JP: Mamoru Miyano) [CLIP CONTAINS SOME GORE! And out of context KNY spoilers.Watch at your own risk.]

Neptune - Giorno Giovanna (EN/JP, EN: Phillip Reich, JP: Kensho Ono)

Luna - Aerith Gainsborough (EN CV: Briana White)

Dwarf Planets:

Pluto - Scaramouche / Wanderer (EN CV: Patrick Pedraza)

Ceres - Amber (EN CV: Kelly Baskin)

Moons:

[URANUS V] Miranda - Terra Branford (EN CV: Natalie Lander) | Mipha (JP CV: Mayu Isshiki)

[NEPTUNE I] Triton - Diluc (EN CV: Sean Chiplock)

[PLUTO IV] Kerberos - Cyno (EN CV: Alejandro Saab)

Comets and Asteroids:

Halley - Talking Tom (EN CV: Colin Hanks)

[newtonian-tragedy]

Songbird

Summary: Newton walks in on Hooke playing with his organ Wordcount: 778

Isaac Newton wandered aimlessly through the halls of Gresham, in search of an exit. He had only come to the Royal Society meeting at Halley’s insistence, but was in no mood to socialize with the insufferably curious Fellows who crowded around him at the conclusion of the gathering. With considerable effort, he was able to slip away at last, but now found himself in an unfamiliar part of the building. 

As he advanced down the deserted corridor, a heavenly sound reached his ears, and the pressing need to escape was suddenly replaced by the desire to draw nearer to its source. And so, he followed it, the pleasing tune drifting closer with each step. 

“Benedictus  In nomine  Qui venit in nomine  Benedictus” 

He was familiar with the hymn, of course, but had never heard it quite like this before. Instead of a choir, it was performed by a single individual—one whose range made the singer’s gender difficult to discern. The organ which accompanied the melody only added to its unearthly quality as it echoed through the hall. 

A door, half-ajar, came into view at last, and Newton approached it with furtive footsteps and bated breath. As he stood on the threshold, peering in, he could not believe his eyes. 

Rather than the graceful angelic figure draped in white robes that he had envisioned, there sat on the organ bench—more akin to a gargoyle perched atop a ledge—the dark and crooked form of his rival, Robert Hooke. 

Newton was incredulous. How could such a stunning voice belong to this arrogant little cockscomb whose reedy tone of everyday speech was like nails on chalkboard? 

For whatever reason, he was unable to resist the temptation to see the performance through to its conclusion, his eyes transfixed on Hooke’s spidery fingers dancing across the keys as he sang out the final verse with an unmistakable tone of reverence: 

“Pleni sunt coeli et terra Gloria tua” 

When the final note had faded into silence, it was broken by a slow round of applause by Newton. Hooke, clearly startled, wheeled around in his seat. 

“Good heavens!” he cried, clutching his chest dramatically. “Mister Newton, how long have you been standing there?” 

“Just long enough to wonder how a musician of such caliber ended up squandering his talent in a place like this.” 

“Oh, it’s nothing like that,” Hooke denied, roses of modesty blooming in his cheeks. “I just do this to refresh myself between my experiments here and my architectural obligations elsewhere. And it just so happens that this room in particular has the ideal acoustic qualities, if I do say so myself.” 

“Indeed,” remarked Newton, “Yet, if I’m not mistaken, you’ve clearly had formal training?” 

“You could say that,” explained Hooke, “You see, I was given organ lessons at Westminster school as a boy, and then once I graduated, I was awarded a chorister scholarship for Christ Church. I suppose I’ve always been musically inclined as well as scientific, but I’ve never felt the need to choose between the two fields because dabbling in both fields allows me to explore the—” 

“Universal harmonic resonance,” Newton finished, uncrossing his arms and striding over to where Hooke sat, now looming over him, “as I recall from your lecture on acoustics. As a matter of fact, I’ve toyed with similar concepts myself. Specifically, on how colors directly correlate to the musical...” 

Newton caught himself. What on earth had possessed him to even consider lowering his guard, foolishly offering to share his thoughts with the last person he felt he could trust with such jealously-guarded ideas? 

Could it be that something about Hooke’s performance touched him deep inside, and afforded him an unexpected glimpse into the soul of a kindred spirit?  

“To the musical scale, I assume?” Hooke inquired. His interest was clearly piqued. “I would be more than interested in exchanging notes on the topic. That is, if you don’t mind?” Reluctant to step on the moodier man’s toes, he searched Newton’s expression for a sign that he was being too presumptuous.  

To his surprise, Newton’s normally stony gaze softened slightly. “We can discuss the matter over coffee at the establishment of your choosing at your earliest convenience.” 

Hooke’s own countenance brightened, and he rose to thank Newton, who gently pushed him back down with a hand on his shoulder. 

“Under one condition,” he emphasized, pinning the smaller man in place. 

Hooke glanced up at him, grey eyes wide with sudden trepidation. “Yes?” 

“An encore,” Newton gestured to the organ, “if you please.” 

A mingling sense of both calm and exhilaration washed over Hooke. 

“With pleasure!” he said, swiveling around on his bench. 

*****

[mimigamasked]

A Word on Wet-Woods, & A Brief on Brittle-Branches

Written by Hrisk Qwolompin Grϋes, 218th Minister of Diplomacy

The establishment of the Galactic Union has been to permit interstellar species to interact through peace without threats of interplanetary wars. However, while there exist several planets capable of supporting life within our very Galaxy, not all of them may produce acceptable species

Wet-Wood Civilization: A term coined by the Galactic Union based on the old Qekochi phrase, “a wet wood sparks no flame.” The point of the phrase is that it is pointless to attempt to help others if they won’t or can’t support themselves. 

The usage of the term is that for as many species that can exist and become sapient, just as many that do are unlikely to prosper given their circumstances. This predominantly refers to fully-aquatic species as they would most likely lack reasonable means to achieve space travel, such as support structures, manipulatory appendages, capability to survive extended time-periods outside of water, and respiration.

Brittle Branch: A term coined by the Galactic Union based on the old Tekeker phrase, “a brittle branch is ally to none.” The term referred to individuals that pose an active threat or greater net negative consequence to any group.

The term sees use to refer to species that, while indeed do possess the potential or meet the criteria to join the Union, are prohibited in some fashion or other due to varying causes. This could be due to violence-feuled cultures, cruelty inherent to species, capability to negatively impact long-term projects, or issues of similar root (It should be noted that religious sacrifice is not the same as wanton violence, but morally, it is a major gray area). As such, measures are put into place to prevent these species from exiting their solar systems until major cultural overhauls or specific extinction or succession.

Thus leads to a special examination for every species that displays sapience or intelligent traits. Through a set time-limit depending on yearly orbit of the native planet, as can be read under Article 346, Section 5 of the Halberd Pact, members of the GU are prohibited from interacting with any species whatsoever on these planets to minimize risk of influence over native culture. The test is designed to observe the civilization’s sustainability, progress, and predispositions. To aid in monitoring, remote observatory satellites, such as “Halley” (as dubbed by Terras Humans), will remain in orbit around the solar system to regularly gather information over long enough intervals to determine the current state of progress within the world.

The common time-period is typically 36 of that planet’s millenia, adjusted as necessary depending on distance to native star and emergence of new sapient life. Upon success, ambassadors will be sent to greet the successful species and establish embassies in certain territories, permitting they are not attacked en route such as with initial contact with the Terras nation “United States of America.”

It is likewise that treatment of the world determines the granting of terraforming permits.

[annon-guy2]

Relayer [All 20 Playable Characters]

[Pictured in terms of Recruitment Order]

Terra

Himiko

Mercury

Sun

Uranus

Milky Way

Halley

Mintaka

Anilam

Anitak

Mars

Venus

Luna

Sirius/Nile

Azur

Jupiter

Saturn

Pluto

Little Prince

Neptune/Eight

[All from the Relayer Twitter Wallpaper Giveaway.]

[Feel free to copy and paste for yourselves.]

[astroimages]

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CONSIDERE APOIAR O TRABALHO DO SPACE TODAY, ASSINANDO A PLATAFORMA SPACE TODAY PLUS PREMIUM, POR APENAS R$29,00 POR MÊS, MENOS DE 1 REAL POR DIA!!! https://spacetodayplus.com.br/premium/ ADQUIRA JÁ O SEU INGRESSO PARA A APRESENTAÇÃO : "SERÁ QUE ESTAMOS SOZINHOS?", DIA 17 DE AGOSTO 20H NO TEATRO GAZETA, NA AVENIDA PAULISTA, 900!!! LINK PARA COMPRAR O INGRESSO: https://bileto.sympla.com.br/event/91890/d/264513/s/1807391 Os buracos negros, entidades cósmicas de extrema densidade e gravidade, são classificados geralmente em duas categorias principais: buracos negros estelares, que possuem massas inferiores a 100 vezes a massa do Sol, e buracos negros supermassivos, encontrados nos núcleos de grandes galáxias, com massas que podem atingir bilhões de vezes a massa solar. No entanto, entre esses extremos, existe uma categoria intermediária, os buracos negros de massa intermediária (IMBHs), cuja existência tem sido objeto de intensa pesquisa e debate. Os IMBHs são considerados os "elos perdidos" na evolução dos buracos negros, preenchendo a lacuna entre os buracos negros estelares e os supermassivos. A descoberta e confirmação de IMBHs são cruciais para entender como os buracos negros crescem e evoluem ao longo do tempo. Eles podem fornecer pistas sobre os processos que levam à formação dos buracos negros supermassivos que dominam os centros galácticos. Além disso, a presença de IMBHs em aglomerados estelares densos, como Omega Centauri, pode oferecer insights sobre a dinâmica interna desses sistemas e os mecanismos de interação estelar que podem levar à formação de buracos negros de diferentes massas. A busca por IMBHs é, portanto, uma das fronteiras mais emocionantes da astrofísica moderna. A confirmação de um IMBH em Omega Centauri não só enriqueceria nosso entendimento sobre a evolução dos buracos negros, mas também poderia transformar nossa compreensão sobre a formação e evolução dos aglomerados globulares e, por extensão, das galáxias. O Omega Centauri, um dos mais fascinantes e massivos aglomerados globulares conhecidos, é uma verdadeira joia no firmamento do hemisfério sul. Composto por aproximadamente 10 milhões de estrelas, este aglomerado se destaca não apenas por sua magnitude e beleza, mas também por seu valor científico. Localizado a cerca de 17.700 anos-luz da Terra, Omega Centauri é visível a olho nu e tem sido objeto de observação e estudo desde os tempos antigos. Ptolomeu, o renomado astrônomo grego, foi o primeiro a catalogá-lo há quase 2.000 anos, inicialmente como uma única estrela. Posteriormente, Edmond Halley o identificou como uma nebulosa em 1677, e foi somente no século XIX que John Herschel reconheceu sua verdadeira natureza como um aglomerado globular. A recente descoberta de um possível buraco negro de massa intermediária (IMBH) no globular cluster Omega Centauri foi realizada por uma equipe internacional de astrônomos, que utilizou uma vasta coleção de mais de 500 imagens capturadas pelo Telescópio Espacial Hubble ao longo de duas décadas. Este conjunto de dados, originalmente destinado à calibração dos instrumentos do Hubble, revelou-se uma mina de ouro para a pesquisa científica, fornecendo uma base de dados ideal para o estudo dos movimentos estelares dentro do cluster. Os pesquisadores concentraram-se no rastreamento do movimento de sete estrelas que exibiam velocidades excepcionalmente altas na região central de Omega Centauri. A análise detalhada dessas estrelas permitiu a criação de um catálogo abrangente dos movimentos estelares, medindo as velocidades de 1,4 milhão de estrelas. Este esforço meticuloso possibilitou a detecção de anomalias que sugerem a presença de uma força gravitacional significativa atuando sobre essas estrelas rápidas. As estrelas identificadas na pesquisa apresentavam velocidades tão elevadas que, em condições normais, deveriam escapar do cluster e nunca retornar. No entanto, a observação de que essas estrelas permanecem gravitacionalmente ligadas ao centro de Omega Centauri sugere a presença de um objeto extremamente massivo exercendo uma força de atração sobre elas. A explicação mais plausível para esse fenômeno é a existência de um buraco negro com uma massa estimada em pelo menos 8.200 vezes a massa do Sol. Maximilian Häberle, do Instituto Max Planck de Astronomia na Alemanha, que liderou a investigação, destacou que a descoberta dessas estrelas de alta velocidade fornece a evidência mais direta até o momento da presença de um IMBH em Omega Centauri. Este achado é particularmente significativo, dado que apenas alguns outros candidatos a IMBH foram identificados até hoje, tornando esta descoberta uma adição valiosa ao campo da astrofísica. FONTE: https://hubblesite.org/contents/news-releases/2024/news-2024-015 https://www.nature.com/articles/s41586-024-07511-z #HUBBLE #BLACKHOLE #UNIVERSE

[newsnoshonline]

Eta Aquarid Meteor Shower 2024: ora di punta e come guardarla Eta Aquarid Meteor Shower 2024: quando avviene e come osservarla Il cielo notturno offre spettacoli unici, tra cui gli sciami meteorici, fenomeni naturali che stregano gli osservatori. Le Eta Aquaridi, visibili dal 19 aprile al 28 maggio, raggiungono il picco tra il 4 e il 5 maggio, regalando palle di fuoco veloci lasciate dalla Comet Halley. Questo fenomeno è più visibile dall’emisfero meridionale, ma anche nell’emisfero settentrionale vicino all’alba. Un numero inferiore di meteore sarà visibile quest’anno, con la Luna che non offuscherà lo spettacolo luminoso nel cielo. Origini dei Fenomeni Meteorici Gli sciami meteorici si verificano quando la Terra

[twinssebastiani]

SCONFITTA L’HALLEY MATELICA VINCE PALESTRINA - 08.04.2024 - Finisce a Valmontone la serie positiva della Halley Matelica. I biancorossi incassano in terra laziale la prima... 🏀 https://www.twinssebastiani.it/dettaglio.php?id=11563

[notxjustxstories]

Terra is strong, powerful, unbeatable. No one stands in her way and makes it out in tact, at least not in Boston. But flashes of events around the world, events she could have no way of knowing about as they happen, may be enough to knock her off her throne and around the world to the places she's always dreamed of going.

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Conheça o 'Cometa do Diabo', três vezes maior que o Everest e que se aproxima da Terra

Conhecido como 12P/Pons-Brooks ou Cometa do Diabo, o seu corpo sofreu duas fraturas internas nos últimos quatro meses, devido a duas explosões. Como resultado, o objeto perdeu uma quantidade significativa de poeira e gelo, levando ao aparecimento de estruturas que lhe valeram o nome de “cometa do diabo”. Este cometa periódico do tipo Halley foi descoberto pela primeira vez por Jean-Louis Pons em…

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Chris (Fabian Wolfrom) perdeu seus pais há onze anos atrás, quando foram brutalmente assassinados no mesmo dia em que o cometa Halley podia ser visto a olho nu da Terra. Hoje à noite, um novo cometa passará perto do planeta e todos em seu prédio estão organizando uma festa para comemorar o evento. À medida que a hora vai chegando, as pessoas ao seu redor começam a agir de maneira estranha, ficando desorientadas e mais agressivas. Em uma luta pela sobrevivência, Chris tem que tentar escapar com a ajuda apenas de uma arma.