The longer it takes to prepare the voyage through the deadly irradiated empty void of interstellar space, the better it will be. Rewards for each voyage must be high, and time it takes to prepare and setup must be increased.
It is ok if it takes the whole day to just make one jump. As long as it holds excitement, expectations and a promise of a better tomorrow. There could be plenty of things happening, or nothing.
Do I have enough water and food for the trip? Is my suit repaired and fully charged? Are my ship batteries loaded and ready? Fuel... forgot to remove the hose. Doing that now. Checking the hull for cracks, carefully caressing the surface with my hands. I can feel every tiny crater from micro meteorites. If I miss something, I will die out there. Checking my survival gear. Making sure the SRV is fully fueled and in top shape. Makings sure the cargo is secured. Station crew is very helpful.
It is time. Adrenaline rush and slightly increased heartbeat. This is going to be exciting. I will travel 12 light years through death and nothingness, through the blackness of space.
Last check again and then I enter my beautiful red tinted ship. Alone. Nobody will be able to help me out there. Well inside the small cockpit I put on my suit and make sure everything is working. I sit down in my pilot seat and look around through the canopy expecting to see traffic. Just one Adder and a docked Anaconda.
Precheck is complete. Now initiating startup sequence. Checking batteries to verify they are charging and yielding. Checking gas pressure to the thrusters and to the cabin. Calibrating the navigation computer and making sure I have the updated star charts, both in digital form and in physical form, in case of electrical failure. One last check on food and water. Is it enough? Making sure food dispenser is working. Checking medical equipment and medicinals. Everything looks ok, and the ship interior seem perfect. Doing electrical testing of connectors and cables. Everything seem to be working.
Time to go.
"Station Control, this is o7, requesting permission to launch into the black."
"... *BEEP* This is station control, o7 you are permitted to launch. You are granted exit whenever you wish."
Engines online, thrusters warming up. Error check, ok. Power seem to be distributed as it should. Fuel pump nominal. Sensors nominal. I can hear the magnetic clamps unlocking, releasing my beautiful baby.
This is going to be intense.