You Are the Little Astronomican, Lin En

The Power Armor's temperature-control system was fantastic, keeping him warm and cozy, like having a hot-water bottle tucked under his quilt in winter.

Lin En closed his eyes and emptied his mind, leaving only a thread of Psychic Perception hanging outside. He spread his limbs and gave up struggling, drifting freely like a piece of space junk.

Sis, come fish me out.

Phoros, come fish me out.

If all else fails, a Chaos warship can fish me out too. QUQ.

Either way, once he boarded a ship, it was anyone's guess what its surname would become.

As he was idly imagining all sorts of things, his psychic power suddenly seemed to detect something.

It was very weak and faint, approaching from far away.

Lin En's eyes flew open. He straightened and looked toward the source of the signal.

Then he saw several points of light flying over from the distance.

The lights drew closer and grew larger.

At the front was the Night Goddess, followed by three Battle Barges.

His fleet had come rushing over.

Phoros, Sister Cecilia, Iron Hammer, and the others had come to save him.

"Whoa—"

Lin En raised his hand and waved wildly.

The hatch sprang open, and Phoros was the first to jump out.

He pushed off the deck with one leg and hurled himself toward Lin En. He scooped him up with both hands, turned, and carried him into the cabin, his movements hurried yet steady, as if he were holding a sun that might shatter.

"Ow." Lin En was carried around like a salted fish.

He had not been injured in the illusion, but Phoros's yank nearly wrenched his back.

The hatch closed, and the air pressure returned to normal.

Lin En was helped into the cabin. He dropped onto the floor, leaned