Awake again and riding on the lines
Of monofilment her thumbs produce,
Yectara listens not unto the whines
Of fear or of concern her crew lets loose.
The navigator jerks when once he knows
His station is her destination. He
Makes weakly his salute and vainly throws
His glance amongst his crewmen but all we
See from them is that special empty stare,
Awaiting further orders from their queen.
"To Epsilon Aurigae we now dare,"
Yectara barks. The navigator's screen
Is quickly tuned to seek out that far star
And all the worlds around it. "There you are."