Hot, heavy. That's the kind of day you appeared on. We never saw you again. It's as if everyone on this planet has taken a vow of silence. Millenia of conflict have filled this sector of space with mines. The local civilizations are planet-bound forever without the technology to clear them, and innocent traders and transports are torn apart if they are unlucky enough to pass through. Clear the mines and open this lane of space once more. "I am not afraid."