I give up on trying to read the backwards-ass system of moon-runes that is Mercanan and toss the manual into my Razorback's roosterpit, then head over to the barracks to shower and change out of this damned flight suit.
"[Ark's exhaust, I hate Mercanan.]"
Once showered and dressed, I head over to the mess, to see what sort of bugs they're serving today. Can't be that bad, can it?