The long hibernations before landing on a planet are always hard to bear. The closer we get to our landing the more I begin to toss and turn. I wake up constantly to check on the state of the ship.
Has Tikka veered off her set flight path (she likes to chase comets and instant orbs at times)? Are the shields at full strength? Have my navigator glasses been properly polished so that they catch the star’s glare just right as we land? Whenever this happens I get up, check on Tikka, get myself a warm cup of moss juice and sit dow in my pilot’s chair and…WOW, GROSS! What in the name of Jörg is this? Water? Please be water. Oh no no no no…OHNONONONONONO!!!! PEKKA! Did you lick my pilot seat? DID YOU? (end of transmission).