When the newest TerraCluster survey ship exited Alcubierre Space, the crew was awestruck with the scene that lay before them. They were above a moon of a living world. The atmosphere of both worlds was breathable. The parent planet sported a set of thin but clearly visible rings like Saturn. The alien sun was glaring in their faces, but the screen polarized to compensate.
"Lieutenant, you've done it again," Captain Seahage congratulated his helm officer as they stared out at the scene before them.
"Thank you sir," the beaming officer replied as her hands flew across her controls. The thrusters adjusted the ship to settle into orbit of the alien moon.
“Life signs?” the captain asked, turning to his exobiology officer, Commander Y’tull, member of the Oth'rsk race, one of the many races in the TerraCluster. He raised his ant-like head and replied, “There appears to be a multitude of plant life on both worlds. I am picking up some movement on both worlds, possibly herds of animals. No signs of intelligent life as of yet.”
The captain was still staring at the awesome sight before him.
It’s amazing, he thought. This planet has been here for thousands of years, ever since the Week of Creation, untouched by human hands, or by anyone’s hands, or paws, or whatever.
“Captain?” Commander Heritage, a human native of planet DuoTerra, interrupted his thoughts. “What should we name it, sir? After all, no one but you thought that this world was even here.”
Captain Seahage sat back down in his chair and made a face, like he was deep in thought. Of course, he hadn’t picked a name for the planet and any possible moons. After a while, he had the names. He searched, making sure that the names weren’t already taken. When he found that they weren’t, he stood and made his announcement.
“The planet’s new name is Ticonderoga, and the moon’s name is Prometheus.”