This planet spins so slowly. The days go forever, and so do the nights. The peoples of this planet are gentle and artistic. 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. "Well, this little maneuver's gonna cost us 51 years!"