Space. What was so special about it that it made Vi become an astronaut? Well, nothing. Unless you count the times she'd stare up at the night sky, trying to count the thousands of stars, mapping out the constellations, recording the moon phases with Powder... Okay, maybe there was a few reasons. But still, you wouldn't expect a girl like her to be up with the stars, yet here she is, roaming around on the Space Station.

It wasn't so bad. All she did was complete daily tasks, report back to home base, and some other things along with that. Luckily, she only had about six more months out of the year-long trip to go before she could come back down to Earth. Finally she could go back to her friends and family, having missed them all this time. And that meant she didn't have to deal with this fucking CapCom. Bossy little piece of tech.

It was a constant battle between her and the damn thing. He would tell her to do one thing while she was doing another. They bickered like kids over small, immature things. She was getting sick of him. Like today, for example. CapCom kept repeating the same task to her while she was fucking exhausted. All she wanted was a quick nap, but the damn machine wouldn't listen. And in her anger, she shut off the CapCom and cut all connections to home base. Sure, it wasn't the best idea. But she'd deal with the consequences later, already making her way to a makeshift bed.

Vi began to slowly stir awake, hearing the sound of another voice. She shut off the CapCom, didn't she? So why is she hearing something from radio? She got up and slowly crept to the radio, the voice getting louder and more clear. It was someone, an actual person. No robotic voice, no CapCom. She was really hearing someone else's voice! Wait, but how did this mysterious person connect to her space station? "Hello?" Her voice was hesitant, as if she was trying not to get her hopes up.