We drink, as the crew celebrates our voyage home. We've done all the planned missions, and even ones improvised by the head scientists. I look over at you, sitting in the corner, watching everyone like a stoic guardian. The others are content to get hammered using the results of a DIY still but you remain silent, observing all. I come over, inviting you into the conversation, but you shake your head and continue your watch.
We ended up spending three years on Scruna. Three whole years of experiments, tests and theories. We had done our jobs, and done them well. The entire crew had done our species proud, and proved we earned all the fancy letters before our names.
The drinking continues, late into the night shift. Crew come and go as they prepare the ship for the deep sleep. Our home is currently 43 light years away, and the best way to get there is "Deep Sleep", a cryogenic freezer of sorts. Our ship is powered by a fusion core, so it'll run on automatic, controlled by a primitive AI.