It's Pancake Day, Yes it's Pancake day, yes it's P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-PANCAKE DAY! 

Ironically, this wasn't Pancake's day. He'd only tried to be helpful and fix the Blue Dwarf's power grid, but wasn't quick to stop the gas leak. Even though it wasn't his fault he knew he'd get the blame. Even if nobody came out and said it, they'd still resent him for not fixing it.

Now they were hurtling towards a planet with complicated EM fields, and there wasn't much he could do about it.

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"We're losing thrust!" Jay yelled, rapidly shifting the remaining power around to try and compensate for the stuttering engines, and battling to maintain control of the craft as it hurtled down through the atmosphere
“I’m not happy about this” Efof warned, his four hands moving expertly over the navigation controls, selecting and designating the best landing targets for Jay to try and aim for
"It's those smegging EM fields!" Cass shouted, frantically stabbing at the science desks controls as the ship screamed down to emerge beneath the cloud layer "They're frying..."
The engines and electrics all suddenly died, plunging the interior of the ship into gloom as it continued ever downwards in a barely controlled descent 
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Justin needed power, as much as Humans needed air to breathe. He felt it coming a few seconds before, and was hard to explain. It was like the arrival of an orgasm, but the climax wasn't so enjoyable. It was a climax of death.

Death was horrible. It was horrible because it was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

It was so hard to describe because it wasn't like anything. It was the opposite of anything. Justin simply ceased to be.

His light bee was buffeted by the invisible waves of electromagnetic fields that penetrated the Starbug (ooh, penetrated. Saucy. He thought) and for a split second he felt a burning sensation in the pit of his chest, where his light bee sparked, then fizzled out.

If he had existed a second longer, he'd have seen his physical body fade out, and the light bee drop to the floor. But he didn't. He was nothing. He was dead.

It was an awkward time, death. Because waking up was like awaking from a restless night's sleep. You don't know what time it is, where you are, or how long you'd been asleep for. It could be a day, a few minutes, or even 3 million years.

The first thing he saw was a poster of Marilyn Monroe. At first he didn't recognise her, but he didn't even recognise his own body. He looked down at his arms, which were flickering and fading into existence like a florescent striplight when you first turn it on.

He realised he was in his quarters, the one shared with Jacky. Jacky's spare goggles hung off the corner of the bed.

A voice boomed from overhead. It was like the voice of God, but with a dowdy southern accent. “I lost contact with you, so restored your program here. Is that okay?” Said Holly.

When he spoke it felt like the first time he'd ever used his voice. “Cheers Hol.” It came out squeaky and unusual. Like a baby finding it's voice for the first time.
He thought about the last thing he remembered.

“Smeg!” He said, and stepped over the the window. The Starbug was out of sight, not even a spec could be seen heading towards the looming planet.

The door to his quarters were ajar, and he could see a green cloud of smoke peering around the door, as if embarrassed to enter. He pulled the door open and the smoke wafted in, filling the room.
He was immune to any toxic effects of course, but his basic simulated sense of smell caused him to screw up his face in disgust.

“So...” He said, thinking about what to do. The planet was surrounded by EM fields, making it pointless for him to even attempt to travel there, or the same would happen again, he'd wake up here like groundhog day.

“...I've got the entire ship to myself.” He started to grin, then reached under his bed, pulling out a large container of porn magazines.

<OOC – Plisken, are you still onboard? I hope you're hiding from the toxic gas. Shall we meet up? >