March 2191 en-route to io on supply drop 51

Commence low moon orbit with hyperspace pause

Readings show nothing out of the ordinary

Until i shift my gaze to the supply room doors

Insufficient hydrogen fuel (x2)

The alarm blares as i stumble upon this girl

Not much older than 18 years old on the homeworld

Insufficient hydrogen fuel (x2)

So i lead her to the airlock to impose frontier law

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, but you must understand..."

We will both die

It's cold hard math