User:Cesrate/The New Future/Transfer
It has been one and a half days[1] since we leaved LLO. Albatross seems to be a little funny in shape. She's cargo bays are all gone, leaving a place for our Pegasus to stay, although Pegasus doesn't fit well. Now it's quiet like a half-eaten fish, which was often taken by Helen, the commander of Albatross, as a joke. Helen keeps cheering us up during the travel, but the cabin is still somewhat filled with a kind of depression.
"I really don't know how to make you feel better." She says it with frustration.
"No need to blame yourself, it has to be someone to make it clear." I'm just talking flubdub, I believe.
"You are talking past, sly!" She stares at me cunningly.
I'm also looking at her, thinking how to end this.
"All right, forget it! Let's talk about families instead!"
"Gosh... Can we do something else? We have been talking about this for a half day!"
After a laughter, we decide to play "Return to Kerbal Space Program" instead, a game in which a group of Kerbanauts crossed through multiverses by accident and were trapped on a Kerbin-like planet, then pretend to be game developers setting up a distributed computation system disguised as a spaceflight simulation game for aborigines to "play" and draw cosmic maps for them to return.[2]
Finally, we're approaching Vall. Its cinerous surface gives me a bad feeling, never before have I had such a feeling on a moon. Damn it, we have spotted a pyramid on Mun, a Kerbal face on Duna and so much, what is to fear!
At the periapsis Albatross executes a retroburn getting the ship to Vall orbit, just 20 km above.
