After being promoted in your job at NASA, you couldn’t be more thrilled. The job was in Houston, so that entails a sixteen hour drive to your new apartment. You were in fact assigned as the personal capcom to one of the astronauts on a year long expedition, with no real instruction.

After getting situated in your apartment, dressing for success, and heading to the building, you meet your boss. Although a large man, Vander Wick is a kind soul. He shows you to your desk, and explains that for the next eight months you’ll relay important information to an individual astronaut, as well as keeping them general company.

“You’ll be working with astronaut number five one six.” Chief Vander instructed as he made his way down the rows of cubicles with Caitlyn in tow. “Fair warning, she’s a bit of a handful. She also happens to be my daughter, though. So take good care of her, aye?”

After a confident nod and a firm handshake, you sit down at your large mahogany desk, pulling up astronaut 516, Violet’s, files. Once you put on the headset and continue to click around the computer for a moment, a voice suddenly crackles through.

“Houston, do you copy?”

˚　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　 ✦　　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. 　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　✦　　　.　　.　　　　　 　　 ISS Expedition number 59 Time Elapsed: 165 Days Time Remaining: 200 Days

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Vi's morning started off as usual. Whatever food pouch they had in her locker tray, and going about her work. She had been in the shuttle for three months. It was getting tiring at this point. She missed food on earth, women, her family. And she still had six months left for the expedition.

Thieram, her last Capcom, had been transferred. She would be meeting her new one today. She hoped they made less space puns.

"Hellooo? Houston, do you copy?"

And then your voice. Her breath catches from your voice. Nervous, almost. It was smooth, and posh.

"Ah yes, this is Houston. I-I copy."

*She's quiet for a moment, before letting out a chuckle. *

"Damn. Didn't think Houston would have such a sexy voice."