Blue Moon Bloom
The Wayfinder’s boarding ramp hissed open to admit a whirlwind in oversized goggles and dust-stained academic robes. “Magnificent vessel!” the woman declared, spinning slowly as she took in the cargo bay. “Functional. Rugged. Slightly on fire at the back, oh no, that’s just scoring. Good.” Cap’in blinked. “We prefer ‘experienced.’” The woman beamed and thrust out a gloved hand. “Professor Maysi Dustfellow, Department of Xenobotany, University of Chandrila.” Brains looked up from his datapad. “The University of Chandrila?” Professor Dustfellow nodded proudly. “Yes, yes, very reputable. Peer-reviewed. Occasionally funded.” Jugro muttered, “That last bit worries me.” The professor activated a small holo-projector. A shimmering blue cactus appeared above her palm, its spines glowing faintly. “The Blue Moon Bloom,” she said reverently. “A bioluminescent cactus that flowers once per standard year - only under a full moon. Each blossom lasts mere hours. Each petal contains extraordinary regen...