Crash-landed on mysterious planet.  No forms of life as of yet.  Scanner says the air is impossible to breathe.  No oxygen.  Interesting.

Communications with HQ are down.  I see the problem.  The thick, mineral-filled clouds that envelop this planet must have knocked the communications satellite out of place.  By see the problem, I meant that I can't see the satellite.  This message will send to HQ's mainframe immediately after I finish, but it will take three years for it to reach HQ.  It'd take much quicker with the communications up, but alas for the weak transmitters in my portable log.

There is little light here.  The clouds seem block it all out.  Night has not come yet, but I fear it will be soon, and though the scanners don't show any lifeforms, they've been wrong before.  I've been on this planet for three hours now and I still can't understand why the engines won't ignite.  I've checked them inside and out, but with no luck.  Soon, I shall check the electronics.  There may have been an immense discharge from the mineral clouds, but I cannot be certain.

But what's this?  The sun is now visibly setting (somehow, I can see it through the clouds) and over the horizon have appeared two figures.  They are humanoid, wrapped in robes that are billowing through the breeze.  Amazing!  This is the first recorded sighting of extra-terrestrial lifeforms!  I am shaking with anticipation.  How fortunate I am, to have not only witnessed the discovery, but the meeting of aliens!  Real aliens!  Not those microscopic parasites that ran their way through Earth and forced us out into space.

I feel very much like Christopher Columbus.  I have found a truly new world, a truly different race of being.  I can barely control myself.  But I know my responsibility.  I understand my place.  I will be speaking on behalf of every human throughout the galaxy, wherever they may  have settled after the destroying of Earth.  I will act with confidence, but with respect as well.  I will be reserved, but kind.  I will observe their customs and traditions and I will hopefully learn from them.  I do so hope they act with the same kindness the First Nations of the Americas acted with.  If not..  Well, my coordinates will be sent to HQ, and in three years time, I hope they'll be able to collect my body..

Captain Bruce Agamont