Artemisia replied somewhat indignantly: "The last captain at least ignored my drones. They are my arms and eyes in the meatworld, and Jerome's taking them apart! Re-purposing them, enslaving them for his own nefarious ends, so that they no longer listen to their mother! They are dead, all are dead!"
Quan chimed in: "Guys, check the running processes, the AI has been going over someone's stash of holovision novellas. Aaaand... reset."
With gusto, he slammed enter.
Artemisia flickered, the continued: "Drones in bays 1-6 and 9-10 non-functional. Bay 7 open, please replace drones. Bay 8, drone status: 1/5 operational.
"Hooray, we have a drone. Better than nothing, right?"
"In other news, we're in orbit - and she's a beauty. I'd love to spend a holiday or two there, if not for these nibbly critters. No offense, captain. Though, I'd not mind if you nibbled just a bit."
Below them, Kotir displayed its cloud-wrapped glory, its green and blue shining through between the swirls. Slightly larger than Terra, it also seemed to feature intricate coastlines and seas broken by island chains. A very varied landscape, perfect for biodiversity indeed.
"Launching a probe... now. Let's see what kind of gas she has."
"Yup, you'll live."