Henrik Refsnes

I’m in the airlock, strapped in. I don’t know why I’m recording. This rig is like a second skin, and I’ve done this hundreds of times. I just want someone to remember me if it goes to shit—if someone’s even out there. 

Guess the grog is making me sentimental.

To be clear, I don’t drink on the job. This ain’t Dutch Courage. Dammit. Don’t judge. I don’t need that sanctimonious crap. Got enough to deal with here, and regardless, I’m the best mechanic this ship has.

Lizzie, you’re the onl—

Fuck you, Al. I’m gonna go out there and take a look around, then harpoon a satellite and reel it in. Repair the sensors. Just another day in the navy is all. Let’s do this.

Your rig is 47% charged.

Punch it, Al.