2 more days

Two more cycles.

In two Droparian moon cycles, we would arrive at our destination. In two cycles, we would get to witness a chance of a lifetime. We had discovered a new planet and now we were going to explore what was down there.

Many of my fellow Dropa were so excited for me when they discovered the news. I was so thrilled when I was chosen for the mission. This would be the first time anyone from my genetic bloodline would explore beyond the stars and visit an actual planet. Everyone was congratulating me and telling me how I would have so much fun studying a new lifeform.

I was scared beyond belief. My respiratory functions were erratic and quaking. My circulatory pumps were quivering and felt as though they were going to bust out of my chest. My digestive tract was gurgling and tingling from the uncertainty of this mission.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to drop to my knees and release the liquid that was building within my salene ducts. I wanted to just tell Intelli Polomi that I could not do this mission, but I had no choice. I had made an unbreakable trust with the Intelli stating that if I did not assist with this mission, I would have no choice but to abandon my genetic cluster and live the rest of my life with shame staining my genetics.

This mission was suppose to be my sanctuary. It was suppose to be my dream to explore a new civilization and make first contact. I was assured by Intelli Kifera that I would have adequate funding and adequate assistance on my journey. What I did not expect was Kifera's replacement, Intelli Polomi.

We did not meet on proper terms. During our first training session on life outside of our planet, I informed him numerous times that I had no knowledge or way of understanding the new species. My embarrassment over my behavior had wedged even more of an uneasiness between us to where I wanted to terminate my life force whenever I had to meet with him.

My inquiries about the planet and space travel revealed me as a naive sub-class who would not know the difference between an XJ-71 spacecraft and a rocket propelled porta-potty. This mission was suppose to be self led. Intelli Polomi was suppose to make the necessary arrangements I had asked of him and I was suppose to conduct the main experiment.

Now, I gathered word that my main fuel boosters would not be arriving for another seven cycles, so I would have to suffice on my minimal fuel boosters. I had no idea how long my miniscule amount of fuel would last. I had been informed as well that I would not be able to bring my own rations, so I had wasted my funds on digestibles I would never have the chance of engulfing.

Many mistakes were made under Intelli Polomi's orders. I had to clarify with the star-bridge orbiting the new planet that I may be as late as one quarter of a cycle. I had to search and decipher instructions about the atmosphere and directions to the civilization I was to study. I had to figure out how I was to reseve and ration my fuel and digestibles I was to receive later within the trip in order to make it to the cargo bay outside of the Kirupa belt.

I was living the experience that many wanted to live. I was given the opportunity to visit a planet that has never been officially studied. I was given the chance to observe planet Earth.

Yet, all I could do was sit in my quarters and lie awake as my circulartory pumps rattled and quivered within my chest. I was scared, but I could never show it.