Stardate 309066.7400114155
I am too big a fish for this small planet. The tales that Captain Kree-von-Cuddlesniper told in the Shark Tooth pub sounded incredible. Daring fights against great monsters, glorious sparkling treasure, that is the life for me. I have signed up to join her crew, but still have to tell my pod...

Stardate 309072.2194634702
We have arrived at our destination. I looked out of the left, I mean port windows and saw a barren looking moon. At first I thought it was a mistake and went to the starboard side only to be greeted with, well stars. Our Captain Kree-von-Cuddlesniper assures me that moons are perfect for mining. She keeps looking nervously over at the fuel gauge whenever she thinks I am not looking. Time to prepare the rebreathers...

Stardate 309072.8562956212
It is so ccccccold. We can go barely a minute without having to build a new campfire to huddle around. There are grumblings amongst the ranks that our captain has stranded us here. Is this what a mutiny feels like?

Stardate 309073.1243785602
The mutiny was put down quickly. At the first scent of it Captain Kree-von-Cuddlesniper called in her cold weather and dictator specialist, John "Putin". The pickaxes of the crew were no match for his brain extractor, and I try not to look too closely at the soup that is now heating over our precious barrel fire. I must just keep digging, digging for the coal that will get me home.

... to be continued ...

This.... is amazing

Stardate 309075.68493763
We left the real stars behind over a week ago, now we walk from flickering torch to flickering torch in search of coal. Putin has taken pity on us after putting down the mutiny and built us a small home down in the bottom of this pit. At least I think it is pity, there is a room in the back with just a campfire and a chair that has me worried. I just want to go back to my pond, I just want to go home...

Stardate 309084.1457625
We have trudged back to the surface of this forsaken moon with enough coal to fuel the ship. I am now resting and listening to the space radio as the ship engine's spin up. Strange reports from the frontier planets of ships disappearing beyond their borders are trickling in and I am even more eager to get home and be done with this adventuring.

Stardate 309085.6749324
More and more reports are coming in as we travel. Entire planets now are disappearing and Putin has started muttering about the great space koala being annoyed, so I try to keep my distance. Why did I ever come out ... *server crashed*