General’s Log, Hair Date 78427.5:

The cosmic forces have shown favor upon me, the General! The non-destructive testing of the compromised propulsion system has yielded promising results. The final diagnostics revealed a “whittle boo-boo,” but there is no critical damage to the structural integrity. The mission has been salvaged, but the journey has taken a severe blow.

It has been nearly two weeks since I last activated my trusty Macroblade-110 3Ws. Stranded at a position of 1.0955e-10 light years from the start of my journey, I find myself a mere 4.763e-12 light years ahead of schedule. My fuel reserves are nearly depleted. My confidence, diminishing. My physical condition, unfortunately, expanding.

Though the propulsion unit remains structurally sound, it has not yet returned to full operational capacity. Even with final clearance to resume the mission, it will operate at a suboptimal level in the interim.

Great quests are never without adversity, and mine has just faced its first true test. These past two weeks have tested the very core of my determination. Will I endure or succumb? With the upcoming seasonal trials and the coldest stretch of my journey looming, the odds are stacked high against me. But still, I press forward. For the Puckarians. For the Federation. For the mission.

Invenire lucem!

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