<< BACK TO RS001 LOG Log Entry: Station Commander Lily Riggs Log Date: 6485.06 Vega is mercifully close, which means the trip on the cramped transport Command put me on was rather short. That was the only mercy of the trip. I tried to read through the rest of the mission brief on the trip (yes, I could've read it yesterday, but packing is hard), but I was squished in between two broad-shouldered men. I had barely any space to myself, and of course they were loudly talking across me the whole time. I offered to change seats with them, but they were apparently sticklers for rules who refused to budge from their assigned seats. The journey to Vega was short enough that I wasn't given my own room, or I would've retreated there. So I put on my headphones and tried to drown out their conversation--it would've worked, if they weren't speaking so loudly the whole time. Like I said before, though, it was over quickly enough. My heart sank when we got to the station. The docking ports aren't finished yet, so I had to do an EVA to get into the station. I hate EVAs. I get *horribly* spacesick. Up is down and down is up and left and right have no meaning and aaaahhhhhh! I knew about this, it was in the mission brief. Still, seeing it in the imagery in the mission brief with the big red "TBD"s on the docking ports didn't prepare me for seeing the station with my own eyes. I knew I'd need to do an EVA, so I brought my pills with me. It was still miserable, though, and while I didn't lose my meager lunch, I was quite relieved to be on solid ground past the airlock. The air smelled like a chemistry experiment, and was vaguely damp. The lead engineer, a young man named Andrew, told me that the air recycling system still needs some calibration. I asked him about mold and other things, and he assured me it's safe. The senior doctor, Elsabeth, told me the same thing. My incredulous glance made her laugh, and I joined in. Better to laugh than worry, right? One pleasant surprise: none of the corridors lead to empty space! The dead ends are clearly marked, as is everything else. Some delightfully detail-oriented folks had labeled everything, and the chief of operations, whose name I regret not getting, provided me a map on my tablet. They told me it polls the station computer system for updates, so it'll be updated as work continues. I have to admit, that's pretty handy! Most of the rest of my time on duty was spent meeting the rest of the staff and setting up my account in the station computer. I was exhausted after that, so I stumbled to my quarters. I found my bags waiting for me, and I have to say that these are the nicest quarters I've ever had! I'm used to a bedroom and a small sitting area, but these! I have the biggest bedroom I've ever had, multiple rooms to put my stuff. I guess it makes sense that quarters will be larger on a permanent installation. Permanent: not changing; lasting indefinitely. This is home now, I guess. I unpacked a few things: toiletries, clothes for tomorrow, a ration. Dinner was exactly what I've come to expect from rations, and I guess that predictability is the point. Either way, I was tired and full, and sleep soon claimed me.