"So...My tail is now to long, and I find I'm constantly stepping on it." Celaeno said as she adjusted the transmitter's camera. "I'd cut it but I need to save my sharp objects for more...Important uses." She looked around her shelter, glancing at the scratched wall behind her. then turning back to the transmitter.
"Life is...Lonely. I'm alive and well..But I miss you all. This may be my last transmission...I mean..Over ten years and not a single ship in sight, so rescue is out of the question. And if you were getting these I know you would have sent someone up by now...Long before now."
The parrot's ears drooped and she looked at her shoulder. The short, golden sleeve had since been torn off, and the wound bandaged.
"If you get this message...Please, send something..Or someone...If you don't...Then I guess this is goodbye."
Celaeno gulped back her pain and sorrow.
"Your...Lost Friend, Captain Celaeno."
Celaeno turned off the camera, Sighing, she dropped her head on the dash-bored and looked at the now creased, and slightly torn photograph. She then looked towards Earth.
"I would not even fit in anymore..So much time has passed." she thought.
As a tear rolled down her now scarred cheek, a sudden feeling of hope seemed to spark, as she saw some old plans.
"Come on now, Celaeno, you never let anything stop you before, why start now?!"
She stood up, grabbed her toolbox, and hopped outside.
She knew what to do.