**First Appearance:** #book9 The surface of the death-world planet takes on a sinister character, with a blood-red orb hanging over a bleak, fetid landscape that could probably have passed as existing during the Permian period on Earth. The star doesn't give much illumination, meaning that days are not only dominated by the ruddy sun, but were also dim, throwing everything into shadow. And while there are trees, towering variations on club mosses, they are mostly confined to the relatively few, isolated patches of higher ground, with the vast majority of the planet’s surface being nothing but dreary, murky swamp. It’s atmosphere is sulfurous, fetid, and damp. Even from orbit, Hellhole looked unendingly dreary and uninviting—grays and greens rendered brownish in the red dwarf’s dim light, punctuated by patches of pinkish clouds that slowly oozed across the landscape. There was rarely anything as dramatic as a storm on Hellhole, just long, bleak periods of steady rain under dun-colored skies.