The cryo chamber is the huge heart of the ship. Seventy feet high, it contains numerous rows of pods, glowing with an eerie blue light. Five high, twenty wide, and stretching out what seems like forever, the five thousand pods bother the entire chamber in a cold hue.
Each pod, kept at the absolute zero temperature, contains a human being. A valuable crew member, waiting to be defrosted and awoken.
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The silence of the cryo chamber is abruptly broken, as the piercing hiss of a depressurizing pod smashes the serenity of the hall.

Somewhere, a creature stirs as foreign fluids assault its system. Slowly, reluctantly, the human awakes.

Disoriented, incoherent; the awakening bewilders, frightens.

Then realisation returns.

The life back home, parents, friends, fond memories. Life.
A past.

Now, the pod.
Cold, distant, the human slowly gains consciensness. Gains thought. Awareness.

With another loud hiss, and a soft thud of unlocking, a pod slowly opens. A human awakens.

Initial post

   Slowly, rubbing the long sleep and the weariness from her eyes, Jennifer Maxwell sat up in her cryo pod, and immediately regretted that decision as the waves of vertigo assaulted her.  She stayed as upright as she could, though, fighting to keep the vertical advance she had been paying the price to attain.  After a moment... or maybe a minute... she swung her feet to the floor.  This wave wasn't as difficult to work through as the first wave of vertigo.

   The floor felt cold to the ElTee's feet.  Jen looked down to find that her feet were bare.  She then realized that not only were her feet bare, but the rest of her was as well.  She muttered to no one in particular, rasping out.  "Talk about being out of uniform."  It was more to see if she could still talk, than of actually having something important to say.

   Lt. Maxwell got unsteadily to her feet using muscles that she hadn't used in a very long time.  She did not feel embarrassed about using the cryo pod to keep upright.  She smiled to herself as she realized it was still supporting her even once she was out of it.  When she was ready, she bent forward to access the small storage area.  She pulled the gray panties, bra, socks, coveralls, and cloth slippers from the area and examined each of them in turn.  The bra was as overly large for her as the granny panties were undersized.  The socks appeared to be the right size, but Jenni wasn't in the mood to lean forward to put them on her feet.  She eased her body into the coverall.  She somehow managed to fasten the snug garment enough to avoid showing anything in an improper manor.  She then slipped her feet into the cloth shoes.  Jen was about to slip the ill-fitting undergarments into her pockets, when she realized that the coveralls didn't have pockets.  "And here's another GNA cost saving program."  Jen realized that her voice was getting stronger.

   Maxwell wasn't sure where the lifts to the decon showers were located, but she would venture that the large arrows in the floor were pointing in the correct direction.  She grabbed her unused underwear in her left hand and set off to find the showers.  She only wobbled a little as she walked.

Standard directional arrows lead Lt. Maxwell quickly to a large magnetic locked door, with a big warning sign stating 'use water sparingly'. The green colorcoded lock showed clear entry for anyone.
And yet the door seemed locked.

   Jen waved her right hand at the place where she expected the security sensor to be located.  She then waved her right hand across the front of the door at various levels to activate the sensor.  If that doesn't work, Maxwell plans to key her relay to call for a maintenance team to fix the door.

As Jennifer struggles to open the door, a mechanical voice resounds through the ship's speaker system. It is the ship AI.

I am sorry miss Maxwell. I cannot open that door for you at this time. It seems my systems are... Malfunctioning.
I regret to inform you that at the moment you are the only person awake on the ship. Again, my system... Malfunctioned. I intended to wake up the captain. That failed. Systems woke you instead. Two other pods are currently depressurising too. Neither one the captain though.
I have however been able to activate the bridge turbolift.

   Jen had a really bad feeling.  Her mind was still a little fuzzy, but something that the AI had said was nagging at her.  She queried the AI for the current date and time.

Time of day is now 0651 on 17-2-2187

   Maxwell stood in front of the decontamination showers.  Her mind raced with that knowledge.  Their ship left Earth in 2036 for a six year journey.  That meant they had been traveling for...

   Jen vocalized her communication to the AI.  If it answered, she knew that the external microphones were working.  If it didn't, the Lieutenant knew that she could still use her implant.  "Marco Polo, as the ranking Navy officer awake, I designate myself to be the Acting Captain.  Direct me to the Bridge turbolift.  Send the others to my Bridge as they become functional."

   Maxwell already knew that she was a damn good detective.  It was time to find some answers and the Bridge seemed to be a good place to start.



To: The Bridge
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Slowly, rubbing the long sleep and the weariness from his eyes, Blake Germaine sits up in his cryo pod.

He hauls himself out of the cryopod. "Lets see, what's 26 multiplied by thirty eight? seven-sixty plus six eights are forty eight and one hundred and eighty. So seven sixty plus two twenty eight, nine eighty eight." "Marco, did I get that right".

Blake digs out the jumpsuit from beneath the cryopod and puts it on. "So, my hand-eye isn't shot either". "Okay Marco, so, how is everybody? Or am I being woken early because of a problem with the engines?"
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Slowly, rubbing the long sleep and the weariness from his eyes, Troy Patterson sits up in his cryo pod.

He blinks his eyes as he tries to readjust to having then open and used to the lighting within the chamber. But it's not his sight that causes him to wonder, it's his hearing. The sound of nothing at all causes Troy to look around the chamber to try an assess his situation.

Surely if he was woken up, more would have been woken up with him.  But the pods he saw around him were still locked with their occupants still asleep. He wouldn't get his answers here, he would need to move around and figure out what was going on.

Troy moves slowly, trying not to tax his freshly woken body too much. His left foot felt numb and his hands trembled, but he remembered from the briefing that there would be temporary side effects from the cryo sleep.

He kneels down and unlocks his storage box to grab his plain grey jump suit. He struggled to put it on and zip it up as his hands wouldn't stop trembling. He opts to leave it unzipped as he makes his way to the decontamination showers.

Greetings mr. Troy Patterson and Blake Germaine. Welcome aboard. Normal procedures would require you both to head to the decontaminating showers now.

The mechanical voice sounds slow... a bit off its normal pitch and resonance.

However, since I have suffered a technical... malfunction, the doors to the shower area refuse to acknowledge your wrist chips. As such, it will not open. Acting captain Jennifer Maxwell, GNA Security Forces, has asked me to direct everyone towards the bridge at once. Everyone being just you, as my systems also refuse to awaken the correct staff.

Time of day is now 0715, 17-2-2187

Both men now notice each other, three rows apart, both waking up from their long slumber.

Mr. Germaine, to answer your question. No, the engines are fine, running at optimal speed. However, my systems have malfunctioned in waking you up. I intended to wake the Captain and Major Ascott, but it seems those pods refuse to acknowledge my commands.

"Hi, I think we'd better head to the bridge. If there's a problem with Marco, who knows what other systems have been affected."

"My name's Blake, by the way, I'm a systems programmer."

I head over to the bridge, arriving around five minutes behind Jenifer.

Slowly, rubbing the long sleep and the weariness from his eyes, Kray Shadow sits up in his cryo pod.......

 The  fellow  pushes  the lid the rest of the way up, his  forehead, wrinkled in annoyance . As his  sense  come back, his eyes  begin to shift, trying to focus   on objects near and far...They told me i would hate this....

 swinging  his legs slowly, yet with purpose ,to text the  muscle memory. He slips   out of the  Pod to  get the Jumpsuit, and step into it.

 Looking around as his  eyes  try to focus,...HELLO?..how many other popsicles  are thawed out?...

 Zipping up the jumpsuit  and attaching his  footwear, he uses that as a reason  to test his  Knees and Hips.

In reply to Blake Germaine (msg # 13):

"Lance Corporal Patterson," Troy introduces himself, "Marine Corpsman."

Troy turns his head towards the sound of another voice somewhere in the pod bay.

"I'm going to check out the new arrival. Let the captain know we will be there soon," he says to Blake as the man leaves.

Troy makes his way towards the voice, his eyes still not having fully adjusted yet, he feels his way through the bay.

Troy calls out to the other person, "Three so far. One is already on the bridge. Another is heading that way. Are you OK? do you need assistance?"

  He  shields His  eyes and says,..Marco?  can you  light up the  are towards the  access  doors?

  Hearing the   other Voice , he  semi-calls out,..I'm ok so far Mate?  Keep talkin' and  I'' try ta find ya?

 There is a brief  chuckle,..can see the close up stuff , right enough.. things  further away are a bit Blurry....don't  think this  is worth the extra  pay....

 Trying to Focus on the  fellow coming towards him,..Name's Shadow...LT Kray   Shadow..Late of The Royal  Aussie Navy..RAN...Course they attached me to the Royal Marines, don't ya know... There's a Major Ascott I fly fighters...which...reminds me?...

 ..Marco?... how's me baby?...when can i be takin' a look at her?.

 He  keeps trying to make his way to  fellow  talking.

Greetings Kray Shadow.

Please follow the directional arrows painted on the floor for your convenience. Orange will lead you to the bridge turbolift.

After checking the passengerlist and cryo files no records of any baby you have fathered can be found. However, my systems are malfunctioning at the moment. Would you like me to repeat the search?

  There is a bit of a chuckle,...sorry Marco, Sometimes i call me fighter that...so? I'm guessing i need to know  where the Hanger   is, so i can check on her?

 he Finds the Arrows  as  his eyes begin to focus, he can see a fellow  pretty close.

Troy approaches the man he'd been speaking with, starting to see the man as more than just a blurry shadow, he pauses and stands at attention giving the LT as crisp a salute he can manage with his shaky hand. At least his foot wasn't numb anymore.

"Lance Corporal Patterson, sir," he formally introduces himself. It may have been early for formalities, but he was awake, therefore on duty, and the man was a ranking officer.

Slowly, rubbing the long sleep and the weariness from his eyes, Stephen Cornell sat up in his cryo pod.

As his mind began the journey to full functionality he ran through a few simple equations to warm up. This moment was suppose to be exciting, but his stomach just didn't agree.

He took another long moment to let his eyes adjust and looked around the room.

   There is an Easy salute, his  eyes  focusing a bit more now, Training?..who knows?,Relax, Lance Corporal..Patterson. We ain't  on parade, and  i don't see any heavier brass then mine  around... Besides. we got ta get  enough  of ourselves together to get to  the Bridge..then I have ta find out  where my  Shelia is sleepin'

"Yes, sir," Troy responds as he stands at ease. He noticed the lights leading down the chamber.

"Let's move out then and see if we can figure out why we were woken up 150 years late," there was a bit of trepidation in his voice when he spoke of theiron current time and date.

  ..Bloody 'ell ..150 years? There  ain't no one back 'ome lookin' fer us then. There wasn't much of the Bleedin' place left...when we left!

  the two walk,..where ya from then? I'm from  Geelong... close ta Melbourne...Me Dad wanted a sailor in the family, so's I went up and Joined , found out  ya can get some help if ya didn't mind  flying aircraft?..So here I am..RAN Pilot.... not a drop of  water in bloody sight..

Tyler keeps walking with Kray, "Not sure what the situation is. Marco let me know the date when I woke up. I suppose the captain might know more."

Tyler was trying to figure out why they were 150 years over due in his own head and could not come up with a logical answer.

"Vancouver, Canada. Was part of of the Canadian Forces. Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry, then I was assigned to this mission. No family back home to speak of, so I guess it made sense to assign me here. No ties to bind me."

Tyler pressed the button and waited for the lift.
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   Kray ran a Hand through his dark hair and shrugged,..Had a Mum... Girl too?.. But i told her to find a better bloke? Was gonna play the  the Goolong Cats in the AFl..been damn nice  ta do that...can handle the  bloody ball rather  well..

 then he thought of something as  the  doors were opening,..Marco?.. can you  get me  the  outcomes of the last 150 years in the AFL?

 Grinning at Troy he says,150 years?  Damn cats  hadda won a couple flags..ya?

 when the door opens,  he'll follow Troy in...


>>>>>> Shadow, Troy to Bridge..

Someone clearly has taken the turbolift out of turbolift, the device seeking calling its way down. As it arrived, the doors slide open partially, before resting half opened. Lights in the lift then fade to darkness...

Stephen tested his legs, then stood and got dressed as he listened to the others talk. Could that be right? Not just over due but lost as far as earth would have been concerned. He felt another clenching of his stomach and tried to wave it off as after-effects of cryo and not fear and grief.

He started walking toward the lift where two were waiting for it. He'd go down to engineering, that would be good. If it really had been so long, the equipment needed checking, certainly. Ugh, the engines, the ships ventilation and filtration system should have kept the dust and buildup to a minimum, but he would be busy the next few days making sure everything was in running order. Not to mention checking on his own special equipment. And were they near a planet? If not, what did the rations look like? He needed to get to engineering.

His eyebrow rose as he watched the turbolift.

"Gentlemen? Stephen Cornell, maybe I should take a look at it before we try using it?"

  The green eyed  dark haired fellow with a half smile says, Kray Shadow...LT and Pilot... G-day.   This Bloke  here is  Lance Corp, Patterson...  the  fleea  who woke up  with him already went ta the  Bridge.... we're supposed to 'urry up and join the folks up there. According to  Marco.

  Meself? I wanna go now and see my  fighter..I'm thinkin' she's Missing me  about now...

>>>>>>>>> Steve, Troy Shadow to Bridge...

The turbolift refuses to open the doors further, or close them.

...ahhh..bloody 'ells. Guess ya better  check the lift then....some one when ta the bridge...twice?..at least?

  Hey....Marco?... why  isn't  the bleedin' lift workin'?

I regret... To... Inform you... We are... Losing power Kray...

The hairs on his forearms rose when Marco came out and said he was losing power. This wasn't good at all.  On a positive note, his hands had finally stopped trembling.

He composes himself before asking Marco, "Ok, so what's causing the power loss and how can we get there to fix it without using the lift system?"

  Shadow looked around  , from where they stood...there has ta be a bloody terminal aroudnhere?  some one had ta have a desk in here? Maybe  we can find it...pull up maps?

 Then he  asks Marco, Hey?  Marco.... can we get some cross talk between us  and those that are on the Bridge?..or  Maybe ya can let them  know there  aree three of us walkin' about down here?

Power loss... Caused... By fusion batteries running... Out... Troy.

Batteries... Should be replaced... Every hundred... Years...

That... Is why... I broke protocol... And woke people...

Direct link... To bridge... Established Kray...

 The Pilot  nods  at Marco's answer...ya did  good , Marco..maybe should have  did it a few years sooner?..but  ya  did good

   Bridge?  This is LT Kray Shadow.... i'm a Pilot?...Got  with me   Lance Corp Troy Patterson....and Steve Cornell?...Lift isn't working, Marco says  power is  fading, we need ta replace the bleedin' batteries....who's all up there?

"Marco? Are there spare batteries stored on ship and where?" He was trying to think about the solution to the problem and not the problem itself. They were who knew where on a ship losing power because it had been in operation a hundred-fifty years, not that it was especially built for space-

Nevermind that, batteries, power, then the next problem after that. He needed to get to engineering, badly.

"Marco, Is there a way to engineering from here without using the turbolift? Access tunnels or the like?"

Turning to the others, "I might be able to do something there, although spaceships aren't my specialty, I have studied the design. Best to be prepared."

  There was a Nod from the Pilot,..well.. even if  we could get somethin' as jump start? I dunno, but Me and Patterson can give ya a hand....

 he shrugs,..even if its  just labor....

  as Blake answers his question, Kray begins to look about  for exits, and terminals. He says to the others,..still be  a good idea ta try ta find a way to get to that engineering place?  "less those folks up in the Bridge come up  with somethin' we can do...

There are... spare batteries in... the... hazardous materials storage... next to the reactor... room Stephen. You... will need... outfits to avoid... the radiation.

You could... reach that... by the vents... from the starboard side... of the cryo chamber.
There... are... fans active... for lifesupport...

The voice was becoming more strained. Slower.

To... answer your... question Kray... My 24 hour... protocol... activated me... That was... not... rerouted...

   Shadow nods as  and starts to move towards the starboard side looking for the entrance   to the Vents.

 feeling a bit  better now he starts looking for   tools , or things he can use  as tools,..if  we haveta,,,we can knock out the fans  an' fix them later? If  we don't fix the batteries, the fans don't matter  much

 he looks  around  , looking for both ,tool kits,  loose  tools, and the vents.

The cryo chamber is pretty sterile, and no obvious tools can be seen. However, the vents indicated by Marco are quickly found. Every twenty meters there is one, at 3 meters above ground level.

They seem to be closed by simple wire hatches, closed by snaplocks. At least some good news there, no tools required to get in them.

All along the cryo chamber the console screens light up. They show a countdown. 60 minutes, and counting down.

   The Pilot begins to unsnap the  fasteners, when the   screens come on. He takes  a few steps out and says,.. bugger..... This  cant be good.... Let's  go   ya Blokes.. I'll Go first, since steven's the guy that we need to do something to the Batteries......


 As he  crawls in he says,..Marco?... if we was to Pull the batteries  altogether.... that would  shut  down all power...right?.... and , when we put the new ones in..it should restart...like..a computer.?

 he begins  to  crawl as  fast as  he can, Being a Forward Pocket for Goolong, he wasn't as  big as most blokes, but he was  faster and tough...   ...Grab anything you  can see that we might be able ta  Jam the fans  with, else wise, we may have ta just break them.

Slowly, rubbing the long sleep and the weariness from her eyes, Addison Connolly sat up in her cryo pod. She tentatively wiggled all ten toes and all ten fingers. Finding them in good working order, she stood -- an promptly collapsed into an undignified heap. Angry words -- probably Russian, probably more suited to a mess hall than mixed company. A small "ow" followed the short stream of invective.

Never one to stay down for long, Addison Rose again, this time more slowly and with markedly more success. She stepped carefully out of her pod and looked around. Not being near the lift, she didn't see anyone at first. "Hello?" she called out in American-accented English. "Is anybody out there?"

  There is banging around  some few paces down from the  lift. As Kray  crawls  down the vent towards engineering. He stops  once, thinking he  hears something, calls back to the Others,..Can't hear ya  Mates.. all this  metal bangin' about.. so's ya best catch up!

Good morning Addison Connelly. Have a pleasant day.

Kray, removing the fusion batteries alltogether would cause the reactor to shut down. Your assumtion is correct.

Kray clambers through the vents, feeling an ever increasing draft. As he rounds a corner his small vent shaft joins a bigger shaft, where two man sized fans spin to aircondition the ship. They spin steadily, big enough and fast enough to snap a man's head off. Three hundred meters ahead, two more do the same thing.

  Shadow looks at the vents,  getting to his  knees, he studies the vents  quickly, To see if there is a frame or vent screen  He can use  to  Jam, or , out right, break the   Blades.

  He  calls  back  as he looks them over his shoulder,..at the  first Bloody Fan.... if  we can stop them spinnin'  we can  just about  walk through... if  we can't well.... I guess we shoulda been dead a few years ago.....

Stephen followed Shadow into the vent, happy to let some else go first. He came around the bend as Shadow called back.

"The problem for us, here and now, is anything we do to get past this is going to cause further problems down the road. It should be possible to turn the fans off from the bridge. If I were actually in engineering, we'd have other options, but not now."

He watched the blades for a short moment, then shook his head. "Nothing in the cryo chamber is going to be of use stopping this thing, or even if it did, not all of them. If we had more time, there might be more options, gum up the works, maybe, tangle the fans in something."

  He calls to the Bridge,.. Bridge? Don't know how we can stop the fans....If you folks up there have a bloody way, now's the time ta  do it...

 After that, he shouts  back to  Troy, Lanmce  Corp!... see if  ya can Bend the Vent screen enough  to bring in here...  maybe we can  Jam this, get by ..an'  keep doin' it   like Leap frog....if we don't  get to the  power, it won't matter  much anyway....

 as an after thought,...don't know if you heard  Marco?.... but he said, if  we pull the bloody batteries  all together..all the power  will be out.... then...we replace the bleedin' things,  and the power  comes back on..rebooting the whole thing?

  with Blake's Comment,  Kray shrugs,..Well Mate?... lets put it this  way... we're  alive...so's we're the only bloody bodies  who can save anyone...Anythin' short of  us getting to engineering ta give Steven a bloody shot , is going to kill them all...it ain't a pretty picture, but its  as  good as it  bloody gets... anythin' less..kills  everyone..

Troy calls out to the new voice, telling the lady to come to them

All lights fade. The entire hall is suddenly shrouded in darkness. Then one by one the pods start buzzing softly. Back-up power now runs them.
The consoles all flipped off. The countdown is no longer visible.

In the ventilator shaft, the vents stop spinning.

Lieutenant. You still need the covering?
Troy tries to fold the roster, but fails. He needs to work the weight more...

 well... this is the First Good News... Let's get  Goin'....and quick, we don't  know how long this'll  last!...

 Calling back to Troy, Fan's Stopped for npw.... If ya got someone else back there.. it's yer call if ya want ta  come in ...don't know how much help  Steve's gonna need with the batteries.....If the  Fan's come back on?  we might need the vent..ta  get out.... or?  a weapon to knock them out, so's we bloody well can...

  He and  steve make their  way through the  first Fan...hustling towards the   next...

Troy follows Stephen and Kray. Through the fans and on to engineering.

Private message to repairmen...

Addison followed the voice, finding her way eventually to the service shaft. She crawled in, hoping to find out why they were crawling through service hatches. Can someone please explain what exactly is going on?

  Hearing the Voice,..seems there was a right royal Muck up... we've been a sleep for a  few hundred years longer or so?...Anyways.. we are up..others   still sleepin' but the ship has been messed with a bit,,we have to pull the batteries...an' put in fresh.

 As she gets  nearer he adds,M'names  Shadow...LT of the fighter wing...got with me Corp Patterson  and..um..Steve Cornell.... when ya get here, put on one of these bloody  suits , so's ya don't fry...an', if ya can handle a spanner, ya can help us make the switch...

once she enters, He nods to her and adds,..got us some folks on the bridge, but the power is out..and they can't talk ta us....there a vocie here  to, called  ....Marco...but he's bleedin' asleep until we can change these  Batteries ...

 he starts to Zip up his Hazmat suit, and adds, offhandedly,..Now?..if Steve here can't figure this out..we gotta do a ...'best guess'..kinda thing...cause..right this  moment..we are..the only thin' that stands  between us..and the  long nap in space....  then he grins,good thing? If we mess up, not a Bloody soul will know...
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Addison to engineering

Slowly, rubbing the long sleep and the weariness from his eyes, Jan VanderBeek sat up in his cryo pod. Flexing his muscles to make sure the cryo fluids hadn't damaged him, he tried to climb out of his pod. As number 3088 he was up on the third layer, so he had to be carefull not immediately dropping from the walkway to the floor five meters below him.

Looking around, he noticed another opened pod. Also third layer. They were waking up civilians now? Good, that meant there was a colony to be established.

A bit surprised he hadn't been amongst the first to be woken up, he made his way down the walkway to the decontamination showers, not even bothering to take the grey jumpsuit with him. There would be another one for him once he had showered.

"Marco, been a while, could you give me an update on the goings on of the ship?"

He flicked his wrist past the shower door sensors.
Nothing.
And why was it this dark in here anyway?

"Marco?"

Cursing he made his way back up to put some clothes on.

Jan gets no response whatsoever from Marco. The hall is dead silent.

After a couple of harrowing hours in which Jan makes all kinds of assumptions on what happens while contemplating his fate, the lights suddenly come back on.

"About bloody time godverdomme... Marco, what's going on?"
Jan moves towards the showers, getting the cryo washed from him. AFter he refreshes himself he moves back to the cryo chamber, pacing the first few rows. At pod CP-0001 he stops.

"Marco, I'm looking at Captain Dorn here. Why is he still asleep? Why is most of the crew still in pods? Who's in charge?"

Good morning Jan VanderBeek. I suffered a malfunction, hence the correct order of waking failed. Currently in charge is acting captain Jennifer Maxwell. You will find her on the bridge. Sequences have been started to wake up captain and crew, they will be up in a few hours. Have a pleasant day.

"Jennifer who?" VanderBeek scours his memory. After the cryo he must still be somewhat dazed, as the name doesn't ring any bells. Ofcourse he had not been a part of selecting the military part of the crew, so that wasn't too surprising.

"Marco, any civilians awake? What malfunction did you suffer anyways?"

He had to figure stuff out fast. He quickly decided where to go first.

VanderBeek --> Barracks

From:  Bridge

   Acting Captain Maxwell exited the turbolift from the Bridge.  She made her way to the closest of the unassigned cryo pods, number CP-125.  The perps may have gotten away, but there was still the question on what made this pod and the other three pods worth killing for.  The detective began to examine the cryo pod.

Jennifer finds the pod quickly enough. As the number indicates its in the front few rows, amongst the 500 to officially be awoken first. The military staff and the ship crew. Its a pod like all others, but its opened, and empty. The compartment below it still holds the grey jumper and the slippers, indicating whoever had been in here once, had not used those. A quick check revealed little else.

   Not being the kind of person who accepts things at face value, Jenni goes through the cryo pod carefully, checking every nook and cranny.

A thorough investigation reveals a single hair besides the headpiece of the pod. Most likely the occupant's. Jennifer also finds that her own pod is just nine places over. She had completely missed this open pod before. Unless you stood directly in front of a pod you didn't even notice its open.

   Jen left the hair where it was.  She didn't have any way of preserving the evidence.  She smiled to herself.  One down... Three to go.  The next closest cryo pod was another military assigned unit, CP-477.  Jen headed that way and gave the unit a quick once over before going into it in more detail.

After a thorough search, the second pod seems about the exact same as the first one, only this time jumpsuit and slippers were missing.

   Maxwell stopped after the second unit.  She spent a moment gathering her thoughts.  "We have four supposedly unassigned cryo pods which held people.  We have three people gone and one corpse.  One of the perps must have wiped the computer records to hide their identities before they left."  Jen decided that she had done enough investigating for the moment.

   Jen headed to the decontamination showers to wash the accumulated hundred years of whatever off of her body and draw her initial uniform from the supply point.

Blake draws a uniform, and steps into the shower unit. They have full body hot air dryers, it's heavenly. Eventually, he steps out and heads up to the barracks.
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   Jen used her chip to get her initial uniform from the automated issue point.  It made sense, no one would be awake to issue the newly awakened their initial attire.  She took the vacuum sealed package with her into the chamber.

   Minutes later, still glowing from the hot water and the whole body air drier, Jen emerged in her black security jumpsuit, dressed as she should be for duty.  The paper and the pistol were both tucked into her pockets.  The gray jumpsuit was in the recycle bin, probably to be used as prison wear in its next life.  Now, it was time to finish getting dressed.


To:  Barracks

The silence of the cryo chamber is broken as one by one, pods 1 through 50 decompress and open.

Shaking the dizzyness from his burly frame former submariner Blake Dorn makes his way to the decontamination showers. While washing the century of sleep away he listens to M4RC0-P010 giving him an update on the current situation. Much to his surprise he hears they passed by Alpha Centauri 115 years earlier, and are currently in the middle of nowhere.
Waiting for Major Ascott, who had gone to the hold already, to show up with his gear Dorn pondered his next move.

As he put on his khaki uniform and closed his belt he came to a simple conclusion. The mission would go on, even though they were nowhere close to their original destination. He had Marco put his voice up on all the speakers.

This is captain Blake Dorn speaking. All awakened personell, meet me in the conference room below the bridge in ten minutes. No exceptions.

Followed closely by the Major he made his way to the bridge.

Sounds of movement about the area were the first things she heard when she woke. Lee was stiff, sore and hungrier that a crock in a Chinese restaurant. Spending time with flexing and relaxing as she'd been drilled all the while staring at the top of the Cryo tube Lee listened to the Captains announcement. Slipping from the tube she slipped on allocated garments then headed to the Barracks.

To Barracks
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Colt awoke with a peculiar look on his face. It felt like he'd woken up from a dream with absolutely no idea where he was. A few seconds of thinking and acclimating reminded him of where he was and why he was here. Spaceship. Colony. New planet. Being the first person to drive a ground vehicle on the surface of a planet not in the Solar System. A smile grew on his face as he recalled the offer that they had made him. That was when he realized how sore he was. It felt like his entire body had just had the most intense workout of his life, yet it was stiff as if he had not moved in years. Well, that part had some justification.

Colt exited the Cryo pod and looked down at himself. While he wasn't ashamed of himself, au natural was probably frowned upon in this particular establishment. He struggled with the jumpsuit, trying to put it on without causing his aching muscles too much pain. When he finally got it on, he started walking forward, his balance a little bit off. As he really got his footing, the excitement of it all caught up with him. The adrenaline starting pumping through him. He was making history and being a part of this dangerous mission. A smile lit up his face as he marched into the showers. He peeled off the jumpsuit, his soreness now taking a backseat to his excitement. The hot shower eased the pain out of his muscles, though he heeded the sign and made the shower quick. After using the drier to purge every last drop of water from his body, he put on the jumpsuit and headed out, deciding medical was likely his best bet to start.

To: Medical Facilities

<<<<<  Shadow from Hanger Dec.

  He moved through the ship quickly, this was  as much   to sooth his own unease, as it was to  help the ship., At worse, he made  Maxwell take a short hike..at best.....well...he'd have to see about that.

  Looking for the Number.. he finally stopped   in front of Pod 86...He looked at the face, to see if it was who he thought it was supposed to be.

From:  Security Office

   Jenni was on her way to the first pod on her list when she saw Lt. Shadow.  She walked over to him.  "What was so important that I had to meet you here?"

    He  shakes his head,...look.. i went outside... found that the  ship has a wee bit of damage to the engine..they  are gonna have to  fix it for us to fly right, or go without  that 3 engine..

    According to Marco... this  fellow here is supposed to be Yuri Timochev... He is supposed to be the Commander of the fighter..i ..guess..anyway?.. me and him have had run-ins of sorts since   I started to climb the  rankings  in the international war games  and such.... Now?  Me Mates say, i'm a bit paranoid..jealous even?  but I don't think he  beat  me on points, 'cause of skill...

  Now?..it could be dumb luck, that i was awake  before this dingo...'cause he ain't never did a bloody thing, that didn't help himself...now? there is no bloody way in the 9 hells..he wasn't get awaken  before me...what i want ta know... is there a way, we can test  the body? If its him..fine.... but if its not him..a Bleedin eastern bloc hero would be a good choice  to fly folks out...

 Being more then a little aware of how  he sounds, and the way he had snapped at Wung-we...he new he  had to   get some sleep soon.. but he had to know if this was Yuri..or not.

   Lt. Maxwell took a deep breath, then let it out slowly before answering.  "One.  If this Yuri guy is both as selfish and as highly respected as you claim, don't you think he would have done his absolute best to get off of a dying planet?  Two.  The conspirators left over a hundred years ago.  Don't you think they would have taken their pilot with them when they left?  Three.  What evidence do you have, other than not liking this Timochev, to accuse him?"

   Jen looked at the man who had helped save the Marco Polo.  He looked and sounded like a madman.  "Listen very carefully.  If you break open this or any other cryo pod to get a tissue sample in order to test someones DNA, you will kill that person.  I will come after you.  I will find you.  I will arrest you.  And, if you resist, I might have to kill you.  Do you understand me, Lieutenant Shadow?  Do you really understand what I am saying?"

   Shadow frowned ,..i bloody well know what it sounds like....but what if, they took someone else, tossed him inta  Yuri's  chamber? And..and....

 ..bloody 'ells...it just don't seem like  I'd be popped out before him...even if ya don't include the rank and such?

 Throwing up his hands he says,Marco said..this is him in this pod...but?...I  mean...

 Shaking his head, he walks towards the doors,..never mind.... it was...just a hunch.... oh?  yah..Engine  has  a broken part too... he waves  as he  heads   to the doors, and   to go to his quarters...maybe he just needed  sleep...

   Maxwell ventured, "Do you think I would have been anyone's first choice to command a colony ship in an emergency?"  She wasn't sure that Kray had heard her, though.  Jen wasn't sure if Kray was listening to anyone but himself.

   The Detective moved to the first pod on her list.  She recalled crudely poking around in the two pods earlier.  She realized that she must have been suffering from some kind of freezer burn to not have worn gloves or used a collection kit.  This time, she used the magnifying glass to check the interior surface for hairs.  She used the mini-vac with a clean filter trap to vacuum the interior surface for dead skin cells.  She went over the cryo pod with a fine toothed comb, marking all the samples with a number one.

   Jen gave the second pod the same treatment, a slow and very thorough going over.  She marked these collected samples with the number two.  Then, Jen realized that she had to be going.  Jen headed back to the office to greet her three new security people.

To:  Security Office

Slowly, rubbing the long sleep and the weariness from her eyes, Mikoto Mishida sits up in her cryo pod. Slowly opening her eyes for a second time she noticed the crystal celing, floor and walls all around her plus all the other cryo stations still hosting civilians asleep. She knew that normal people would have a very hard time waking up after so long so she decided to take it easy for now. Deciding not to move for a bit she slowly raised her arms and moved them around to get blood flow back in them followed by her legs.

Coughing a bit she looked around as she slowly got off the pod and stretched. "Ah... perfect just perfect what a beauty sleep" she smiled and stretched her back. She had no idea what was going on, and why other crypods were still hosting people sleeping but she would not question the people who were in charge of the ship. She looked around not really sure where the other people were at that moment. "Earn a opportunity to visit the vast space and be the first to colonize a new planet... yea right" she looked around and sighed. "Hello?... anybody here?" she called to nowhere in particular and everybody.

Good afternoon Mikoto,

A voice through the audiosystem of the ship.

I am Marco, the ship AI. I am here to assist.

You will find a grey jumpsuit in the compartment under your pod. Please proceed to the decontamination showers and then get to the medical facility for a check up.

Shrugging "Why others are not awake yet Marco?" she walked to the chamber under her pod and quickly found what it meant. Shrugging she looked around until she noticed the door that was now opened. She had no idea what did she had that she had to be decontaminated but whatever. She looked at the shower and got through the showering process before putting on the outfit that was on the pod leaving the old one behind where it supposed to go. Finally she approached the medic station hoping for a quick checkup since she felt fine.

Hissing loudly, 24 pods depressurise. 24 medically schooled crewmembers slowly wake up.

From:  Medical

   Jen had stopped by Security to pick up her evidence collection kit.  She located pod number 1404 and began to sweep it carefully for evidence, including trapping exfoliated skin cells for DNA testing in her mini-vac.  After she finishes with 1404, she is also going to sweep 4997 for evidence.
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Jenn finds minute fragments of skin in both pods, fragments that should be able to reveal at least some DNA.
More importantly though, the inside of pod 4997 contains a small device attached to the coolant unit. It is matte black, about the size of a zippo fuel lighter and has a single led light next to a small switch. Clearly it is not standard issue as none of the other pods have it.

For a time Micaela remained where she was. You couldn't just freeze someone and expect them to thaw six years later. They had to be pumped full of drugs to keep the body stable and prevent cell death. And the thing about drugs is that your body can't get rid of them if your heart isn't beating. So it took a minute, several in fact, for the young woman to rouse. It was like waking up from a dream that didn't want to let go. It would have terrified her had she not been heavily sedated to begin with.

When she could finally move she felt heavy and sore, like she had just finished a full body workout under 1.5g. But by the time she had regained her mobility, her head had also cleared, and she knew where she was and what was happening. They had reached Alpha Centauri. Or, more precisely, they had reached the planet orbiting Proxima Centauri, the third star in the trinary star system that was Alpha Centauri.

They had made it, and if they were lucky they wouldn't be alone.

Sitting up Micaela's attention was immediately drawn to the bottom seem of her cami rubbing up against her stomach. The fabric was soft and cool, and her brain reveled in the sensation after being dormant for so long. With her left hand she reached up to touch the fabric with her fingers, further delighting her senses and idling wondering what the first moments of wakefulness would be like for those that had chosen to go into cryo with rougher undergarments or none at all.

She lingered for another moment, remembering the instructions to take as much time as she needed post cryo, before finally pulling herself out of the chamber. Her pod had been up on the top level, and it awarded her a vista that seemed to stretch off in either direction forever. And then her heart skipped a beat. She was alone.

That wasn't right. She wasn't in the last round of civilians to wake up, but she also wasn't in the first. She should be seeing dozens of people waking up all around her, but instead the chamber was eerily still and quiet; every cryo pod she could see clearly still closed up.

"Marco?" she called out, the word more hushed than she intended it to be. "Marco, what's the situation?"

Good afternoon Micaela.
The situation as you call it is considered stable. We have numerous crew members awake at this time, with more to follow. You will find clothing below your pod.
Time now is 16.54, on 17-2-2157. CS-8 Marco Polo has overshot the target Alpha Centauri by 115 years and nearly 110 lightyears.
Please proceed to the decontamination showers for cleaning to have all the chemicals washed off, and then to medical for a check-up.
I hope you have a pleasant day.

Just after hearing Marco's reply Micaela noticed a woman dressed in black a few rows further examining a pod.

   Lt. Maxwell heard the gentle pop of the seal of a cryo pod having reanimated its corpsicle.  It reminded her of the sound made when opening a Tupperware container to get some leftovers.  Jen activated her secure computer link.  "Marco, I need an engineer down here immediately to analyze what looks like an unauthorized modification to pod 4997."

   Jen marked the samples taken from this pod, then took a few shots of the small black module with the light and the switch using the small digital camera from the kit.  She made a mental note to recharge the little camera back at the office.  It had been a long time since its last recharge.

Micaela's smooth exit from the cryo tube faltered a bit at this. Annoyance clouded her thoughts a moment later when the AI didn't elaborate, but she let it go just as quickly as it had come. While it would have been obvious to any human that she would want to know more than just that they had missed their destination by 110 light years, that wasn't necessarily obvious to the AI. They just did what they are told. Nothing more and nothing less.

She was about to ask for a more detailed debriefing when the repercussions of their situation caught up to her. Earth was gone. At least, the Earth she had known. There would still be a roiling mass of super-heated rock, but it would be millennia before the mass would reach equilibrium again and cool enough that humanity could return to it. And even then it would be a dead rock. Her people and their history was gone now, all except for them. Maybe some of the other colony ships had survived, but it was unlikely she would ever find out in her lifetime.

She shook her head softly, trying to chase the thoughts away so she could focus on the matters at hand. From beneath the cryo tube she withdrew a grey jumpsuit and a pair of shoes. As she slid into them she pressed Marco for more information.

"Query. What was the cause for us missing our destination? Query. What triggered the reanimation of the crew at large? Query. What triggered my specific reanimation? End queries."

By the time she had put in her requests she had finished dressing. Mostly. She didn't zip up the jumpsuit if she was just going to take it off for decontamination. A moment later she was headed towards the showers, hoping the AI would be more useful this time.

Answer: AI malfunctioning. Cause: Sabotage.
Answer: Safety protocol dictates wake captain when ship reactor overheats.
Answer: System glitch.

That was not the answer she wanted to hear. If Marco was compromised they could all be in a lot of trouble. And while she could handle the coding of the AI for her drones, Marco was so far out of her league that it might as well be magic. Still, no use falling to pieces over it. That would be... unhelpful. Glitch or not, she was up now and she'd find a way to help.

Five minutes later, her skin still damp and her long brown hair sticking wetly to the back of her jumpsuit in an unflattering manner, she stepped out of the cryo hold and started towards medical.

>> To: Medical Facilities

"You needed an engineer Ma'am?" An ebony skinned young man, barely twenty, stands and salutes as Jennifer turns to face him. "Name's Abele Watan, engineering corps. At your service. There was something about a foreign device in one of the pods?"

   Lt. Maxwell returned the salute.  "Yes.  Thank you for coming so quickly.  I identified a small device on pod 4997.  I examined three other pods and they had no device.  I've already taken pictures of the device."

   Jen pointed out the device without touching it.  "I'm conducting a criminal investigation and this device could be an important clue.  I need to know what this is and what it does.  I would like you to wear these gloves when you examine the device.  It may contain trace evidence that I need to preserve."

The youngster quickly goes to work, putting on his own latex gloves, taking a first glance inside the pod.

"Hot Damn Ma'am!"

He looks back up at her in utter amazement.

"Never thought I'd see one of these. A ZX-6 override. I heard they used them in the Kongolese unification campaign of 29, always hoped to see one for real."
There's pure excitement in his voice. "For a hacker, this is a goldmine."

"What you have here Ma'am is a bonafide covert operations universal system override. Attach it to a device, like say a pod, and override its systems at a set moment. Within set parameters it can take over any system, for a few simple commands that is."

He carefully removes it.

   Jenni held open an evidence bag as the place for Abele to drop the ZX-6 override.  "I've got some questions, Abele.  May I call you Abele?  You are saying that someone could have used the override to set this pod to activate at any time of their choosing, even years after the ship left Earth?  How expensive were these overrides and how difficult were they to locate?  Also, what group used them in the Kongolese unification campaign?"

"You can call me Abele Ma'am. Its my given name," the kongolese engineer replies. He studies the device a bit before putting it in the bag.
"You understand how it works yes. This device can override any and every system given the right set of short commands. So yeah, someone could use this to activate a cryo pod outside of it's set parameters.  Just place it in the pod, near the memory-banks, around about the place you found it. If programmed correctly it will then take over and mimic all the usual functions of the pod, but with new parameters. The Kongolese liberation army used them to sabotage public transport, access banks, whatever they could use them for to undermine the government of Warlord Nbelele."
He shrugs as he closes up his toolbox.
"I have no idea what they cost. A hefty sum I'm sure. KLA usually got them from their CIA friends. They loved to help undermine the lord."

   Jen sealed the evidence bag and scribbled a short code number on the bag as Abele spoke.  "Thank you for your help.  You are sworn to silence as this is an ongoing investigation.  If this creates problems for you, please refer any questions to my office.  Also, may I call upon you, should I need assistance in the future?"
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"At your service Lieutenant," the engineer smiles as he returns to his post.

  Lt. Maxwell took a few more minutes to finish her work on collecting the crime scene evidence.  She closed up her evidence collection kit and headed back to her office to finish logging in and securing the evidence.


To:  Security Section

<< From: Cargo hold

The system that Blake had described to Micaela was a type of black box. The central AI of the Marco Polo clearly had access to the primary systems in cryo, it had been the program that had awoken them after all, but there was a secondary system that documented everything that happened as well. This database would record all of the output from all of the pods, compiling it and storing it in case of malfunction. Marco could read the data, but couldn't write to it. So if Marco was compromised and was not reporting the data properly from this sub-system, a human operator could skip Marco entirely and take a direct look.

Micaela made her way to a remote observation and control room that was connected to the cryo chambers. These small rooms would only hold a few people, but generally keeping an eye on human popsicles wasn't a terribly taxing job. After swinging the messenger bag around to her front, she settled into one of the seats and opened it up. A moment later she was physically connected to the logging sub-system.

There were a number of ways she could try to sort the data, but she tried to start simple. If the system was worth a damn it would already know what was normal behavior and what was not, so all she had to do was search for the warning/error flag. Her fingers dancing over the keys, she went digging.
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The digging doesn't take all that long. Within five minutes Micaela finds the first error.

Pod 4997. March 2, 2042. Unplanned depressurisation and opening. Occupant left pod.

The second error she finds just a minute later.

Pod 2030. December 18, 2098. Coolant error. Pod shut down. Occupant deceased.

So one person woke up roughly on time, even though the log indicates it was unplanned, presumably upon arrival near Proxima Centauri, 115 years ago. 56 year later there appears to be a mechanical error and someone dies.

Still not trusting Marco's primary system she tries to find the identity of the man or woman in pod 4997 and 2030 herself. She hoped the logging sub-system contained that info, but it was certainly possible that it didn't.

The logging systems show a gap from march 2042 untill july 2043. There is no record in the systems of the occupant in 4997. The person in 2030 was a 28 year old Irish man named Carl Roirdan, a civilian, winner of the lottery, farmer according to records. His wife is in pod 2031.

Micaela was surprised to find the gap. Gaining write access to this sub-system would take a hell of a lot of work. Maybe whoever had done it had slipped up and left something behind.

In reply to Cryo chamber (msg # 89):

With a grunt,attempting to shake the wool out of his head, Hans Fischer rolls out of the cryopod and stumbles slightly as he steps out.

Looking around at the other members of the ships medical detail.
"Well this seems to be a party" He tries to remembers the ship's AI's name as he take's his prepackaged jumpsuit from the bottom of the cryotube and heads for the showers.

As Marco's voice comes on overhead in response to Micaela's question he sighs
"Overshot huh...Wonder whose fault that was?"

Some time later Stretching out the last few knot's in his back he exits the decontamination showers and makes his way to medical along with the rest of the medical professionals for his checkup.

Medical==>
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Micaela starts digging deeper, looking through the cryo systems for more irregularities. Soon she finds out the systems of pod 4997 were accessed from inside the pod itself, opened because something overrid the systems. Then there is 24 hours nothing happened in the cryo chambers, before someone initiated an override from the bridge, wiping clean any data on the next months. Someone with knowledge of the ship AI it seems, as they managed to do it through the M4RC0 program.
Not good enough though, as Micaela manages to find trace evidence of three more pods opening.

Though the first thing Marco had told her was that it had been sabotaged, finding the proof of that still gave Micaela a moments pause; giving that truth more weight than the words could do alone.

Four people, over the course of 17 months, did something to this ship and its crew and then erased all record of their existence. The thought left the young woman feeling violated and helpless, and she didn't like it.

A few minutes later she had sent a message to Blake, detailing her findings. Then, a copy of that same message was on its way to the command staff; Marco would reroute it to the ranking officer. Whoever was in charge had to know what was going on.

17 months. That would have been a huge operation. They had to have left more evidence behind. Though Micaela would give the recipients of her messages 15-20 minutes to respond, she was already formulating plans she could pursue on her own initiative.

Miss Nieves please report to security. Thank you.

Micaela's heart skipped a beat at the message from Marco. The impersonal nature of the request made the whole thing seem more ominous than it probably was. She had, after all, been expecting someone to take note of her report. Still, it was like getting called into the Principal's office, and it made her more uneasy than she cared to admit.

But it wasn't like she was going to refuse, so she snapped the laptop closed, rose to her feet, spun the messenger bag back around to her back and stepped out into the corridor.

>> To: Ship Security

Drago slowly gained consciousness after the cryo chamber finished cycling through its wake up procedure. The lid of the coffin as Drago referred to them slid back with a hiss and he began running through things in his head recalling what he could remember from the briefings and training on what to expect after they were awakened.

Slowly testing his muscles and movements, nothing seemed amiss, he was stiff and still somewhat numb and his vision and hearing were returning to normal. He quietly lay there waiting for the effects to wear off. He had expected a medtech or someone to have arrive by now to start asking questions and such. Sitting up had been a slow process, looking around and not hearing anyone was a little disconcerting. "Bună ziua cineva despre..." catching himself he remembered to switch to english "Hello, anyone about."

Greetings Dragoslav, and good morning.
I am Marco, the ship AI.
Please follow the arrows projected on the floor for your convenience to the decontamination showers. You will find a suitable set of clothing there too. Afterwards please report to medical for a post cryo check-up.
Today is 18-2-2157. Time is 06.45
Have a nice day.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the coffin, Drago dragged himself into a standing position by clinging to the lid. "Thanks Marco.....Wait did you say 2157? That can't be right." Looking around at the coffins nearby, which still had people asleep inside. "How many people are awake?"
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2157 is correct, Dragoslav.
At the moment we have 187 people awake. I suggest after your medical check-up you find ship security or the captain for more information.

"Thank you Marco." Drago slowly followed the arrows, the numbness and stiff joints fading as he moved around. The shower felt far better than he had expected it to, the last of the side effects quickly vanished and Drago felt more like his old self. The shower didn't really last long enough for him to really think about what the computer had told him. After the shower Drago acquired a set of clothing that fit relatively well from those available along with shoes and folowing Marco's directions headed for medical.


---> Medical

Danny Chambers gets a shock as his multi-year slumber is interrupted by his opening cryo-pod. Danny at first just feels an inexplicable jolt go through his body at first, he knows not of anything but it, slowly he feels his body, albeit with his mind. His thoughts return along with consiousness and awareness, he starts thinking, he would forget these early thoughts as it is until now he gains meta cognition. After a bit his body reflexes naturally and he jolts up. His eyes still have not opened. Danny's mind is quite clean but also very buzzing. More active than it has been since he entered his pod so long ago. After a while Dannys weak limbs slowly unfrost, he is now fully mindful of himself. The thawing starts of shocking, but as the numbness goes away his skin starts buzzing with the pain of frost bite. He starts regaining his memories. He remembers that he came here to join the ship of people going out to find a new world. Danny starts rethinking about how he was told that he was quite weak, and not of a optimal build for cryofreezing. He insisted anyway and of course they let him. Danny starts remembering all his friends he had, and smiles, finding he can.

After many thoughts and a fair few minutes, Danny starts hearing. His skin is now warming up nicely, and he is feeling more ready to move. Danny thinks how hard this could have been if he hadnt used hid mind to get over it. Danny remembers his low pain thresholf and gets worried, now hes feeling the pain because his mind is aware of what its hiding. Danny starts wanting to scream and does a little, the air that can escape. Danny realises he should try and move. He struggles a while but just gives up, he leans to sink back into the pod and wait, but realises his tailbone has locked in an up position. Danny feels helpless and pathetic. Danny knows this could take an hour and then lots of weeks of pain. Danny stays sitting up, waiting for new stimuli, and slowly getting used to the decreasing uncomfort. His mind continues wondering, and he waits til his body can follow its lead.

Good morning Danny.
I am Marco, the ship AI.
I am here to serve you.
Please follow the arrows projected on the floor for your convenience towards the decontamination showers.
Afterwards please report to medical for a post Cryo check-up.
Time of day is now 18-02-2157. It is 07.10.
Have a nice day.

Danny only half heard what the AI had told him, being the fact he was still stuck physically, and could hardly move. He waited a few minutes then managed, with immense pain and shock, to unlock his tailbone stand up...

and fall down again.

Only moments later he was able to open his eyes, but found he couldnt close them.

He tried saying something to the AI, it came out jumbled but he figured the speech recognition could take care of it: "Marco, may I have a moment to work my legs, I'm having some trouble with it in the moment". He waited for an answer "Ill get to the showers ASAP". Danny wondered if the AI would understand his acronym, or if it would inference it as A Sap. He slowy managed to his feet but fell again. He knew he couldn't rush this. He estimated it would be 10 more minutes before his weak measly body could get itself up. He was a little embarassed by the fact he was currently laying on the floor with his butt stuck in the air. Full nude didnt help it.

After coming back to what the AI said, and remembering the date he was given. His body was shocked, so much so he actually puked a little, although it didnt come out his frozen throat.

"MARCO!", "What time did you say it was, please?" he was hiding how worried he was.

It is now 07.12, on the 18th of februari 2157.

Danny was sure it was a glitch.

"so your saying ive been sleeping a over a hundred years?".

Danny pulled himself up, "That would explain why I'm alone here"

Danny at this point had already realised what this meant, he had realised, along with all others, that his whole world, and everyone he had ever loved or been loved by, is long dead.

If you know Danny you know how sensitive he is to pain, mostly other peoples.

Danny collapsed on the floor, and laid there, he knew he'd have to get up eventually, but wasn't ready.

After a few minutes, Danny knew he should be following the protocols, he hoped there were some other people around, he wouldn't stay sane if he was alone.

Danny saw the package, but decided there was no point in puttin on the suit inside.

Still, unsure if it was the only one he'd be wearing, he put it on to be safe. Also, to avoid any incidents where he'd have to be nude in front of polite company.

Danny heads towards the showers, hoping there are other people to help, rather than feel his own pain.
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After a very brief shower, Danny virtually ran towards Medical.

the cause of Dannys excitement was he assumed that if he was to be heading to somewhere for a check up, there'd be medical personnel there. The hope that he would be able to communicate with someone filled Danny with joy.

Danny remembered as he ran the way the guides had shown him to get around the spacecraft

As Danny ran he asked Marco "Excuse me Marco; I'd like to know why I was awoken?"

he also asked just before entering the Medical "What was the cause of this... situation?".

Danny >>> Medical

Numerous loud hisses escaped from cryo pods all along the first five lines. At 20 pods across, five pods in height, all pods between 1 and 500 that weren't allready opened now decompressed. The entire military staff and crew of the CS-8 Marco Polo had been awakened. It was clear she was going to be fully operational soon.

Mike Schmidt woke slowly, his mind sluggish as he tried to remember where he was. Slowly memory kicked in, and he would have jumped if he could.

He was on the CS-8 Marco Polo. He was waking up from Cryo-Sleep.

Mike patiently waited for his body to recover, first twitching one finger, then another, then a toe, and so on. When he was finished he sat up, grunting from the effort as he took stock of his surroundings. He was surprised that their was no one standing in front of his pod."Must of been the Ship who woke me up. Hello, anyone here?"
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Good morning Mike Schmidt. I am Marco, the ship AI. I am always here. Welcome aboard.
Today is 18-2-2157, 11.10. Please take the grey jumpsuit from the compartment under your pod and proceed to the decontamination showers. You can find them at the end of the chambers, just follow the yellow arrows projected on the floor for your convenience. Once you have washed off the 115 years of sleep, please go to the medical deck for a post-cryo check-up. Have a nice day.

The time shocked Mike more then anything, hitting him right down to the core.

115 years. He'd been asleep for 115 years.

Mike slowly and painfully stood up, more so to distract himself from the implications of that thought with pain then any real need to move.
He couldn't face it right now. He couldn't.

Mike drew a quick breath to calm himself as he reached under the pod, then gazed in grudgingly at the jumpsuit he pulled out. He thought about the possibility of going naked to the shower and getting dressed there, but the risk of running into someone partway there was to high, so he put the suit on and headed to the showers, hoping a quick shower would help clear his mind.

And it did

Mike took that time mentally going over what Marco had told him, a single question in his mind as he finished up and got dressed. Where there other people awake?
He ran towards medical in his haste to find the answer

To: Madical

Rick stretches as he starts to wake up. His head swimming as usual. His body aching, he smiles to himself. It must have been another good show. So, where was he? London, Tokyo, maybe L.A. or Chicago. Wait, if it was another bang up show why didn't he feel another warm body next to him? Reality coming back to him. He was on a spaceship and in a cryo-pod. He lays in his pod relaxing and waiting for the effects of the long sleep to leave his body. I wonder how Danny, Ian and Stefan are doing?

Good morning Richard. I am Marco, the ship AI. I hope you have had a pleasant sleep.
In the compartment under your pod you will find a grey jumpsuit. Please proceed to the decontamination showers and then report to medical. Time of day is now 15.22, february 18th 2157. Have a nice day.

"Oy Marco, just call me Rick. Did you just tell me I been asleep here for 115 years sunshine?" That means SoundWave is definitely classic rock, he thinks to himself. He starts to dress in the grey jumpsuit and it reminds him of the bands second hit Wanna Work on You. "Marco, How many number one hits did SoundWave have during their run? Oh and can you play the hits over the comm for me? I wanna hear them all."
He makes his way into the showers and then on to medical.


>>To Medical

Soundwave. Australian rock/pop band. Disbanded after Richard Thornby left the band. Remaining members formed the new pop boyband Shocks. Scored no hits.
Shocks ceased to exist when all four members died in a plane crash on october 23, 2037. Have a nice day Rick.

Slowly Eric's mind begins to wake. The first thing he's aware of is the cold. Colder than the freezers he used to work in. And his muscles were numb to as if he'd been lifting boxes for far too many shifts in a row.
"That's not right" he says allowed but it comes out barely a whisper. He'd quit that job nearly two years ago.
Should be driving not falling asleep in a freezer. He thinks as he starts to rub the sleep from his eyes and the weariness from his limbs.
No that's wrong too... His mind like cobwebs coated in frost he struggles to the next thought.
"The lottery!" Eric nearly shouts, "I can buy that ship now!"
... No, thinking again, the other lottery. His eyes finally focus and realization dawns.
I Am on a ship its just not mine. The colony ship. This must be it. He stares around in wonder at the immense size of the chamber he's in.
This is nothing like Dallas.



"Hello?... Memorial service?"

Good afternoon Eric Whitechapel. I am Marco, the ship AI. The memorial service the Captain mentioned will be held at 1900 hours tonight. Time of day is now 15.40, on february 18th 2157. below your cryo pod you will find a grey jumpsuit so you will not be naked heading towards the decontamination showers. Just follow the orange arrows projected on the floors for your convenience. Afterwards, please report to the medical department for post-cryo check-up. Have a nice day.

"Alrighty, thanks Marco." Eric replies without fully processing what the AI had said. He begins to clumsily climb down from his cryo-pod still gazing around at the vast chamber in awe.
Taking a moment he tried once again to organize his thoughts speaking aloud softly as he did so.
"Let's see, follow the arrows to the shower and then to medical... Orange arrows, check. Gonna need that jumpsuit. Huh, looks like the one I used to wear for the Car Clinic back west...
Back. on. Earth.. I mean."
As his hands grab hold of the jumpsuit, the rest of what the AI had said register and Eric stands bolt upright.

"Uhhh... Marco?... What time did you say it was again?" His mind starts racing, calculating, hoping he had heard wrong. That couldn't have been right. "And the year?"

He slowly starts to step into the jumpsuit taking another look around the enormous room he's in and all of the thousands of cold, almost lifeless pods but this time instead of awe, he suddenly feels very much alone. A feeling he had thought he would be far more comfortable with.

Time is now 15.41, february 18 2157, Eric. Have a nice day.

The news hit home this time. Halfway into his jumpsuit Eric stops.
"It was supposed to be six years. The gents in Dallas told me six years..."
My dad....
My life...
My friends...
Sure I wasn't gonna see any of them again but they would've still been out there. Living, breathing, being, something... But now... 2157... Floating who knows where on an enormous ship, holding what may very well be the last of humanity... Most of whom are still frozen like a bunch of ice cubes ready to be popped out of their tray into a completely unexpected glass of reality.
Stumbling through a haze of thoughts he lands on one word that he almost verbalizes but instead keeps to himself.
Why?

As Eric continues to process this knew found knowledge he begins to follow the arrows to the decontamination shower where he slowly comes to a resolve.

The past is done and gone. The future is all that matters. There has to be something he can do to keep his mind from wandering the darkest reaches of his soul. And there must be someone who can point him to that task. Time to find them.

"Marco you mentioned a medical checkup. Could you point me in the right direction?"

----> Medical
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Blissful floating. Edel felt like a feather being carried by the streams of a comfortable wind as she started to inch closer and closer to consciousness. Suddenly a shower of water mixed with chemicals fell from the dreamy blue sky, pushing her abruptly to a conscious state of mind. Gasping for air, Edel emerged from the liquid that preserved her body. Her hands grasped the sides of the cryo pod as if her survival depended on it. She sat up, immediately regretting it as her vision started to spin, threatening to throw her back into the fluids she just came out of. It took her a great deal of effort to avoid that.

After a minute spent catching her breath, she started to pay attention to other sensory inputs. Her wet hair flattened against her forehead. Her eyes darted around the room. The few dim lights hurt her eyes at first, but after she took in the stillness of the wide chambers, worry started to creep up from the back of her mind. Why was she the only one waking up? A closer look told her that others had already woken up, but that did far from comforting her. The quietness was overwhelming. "He-hello? Anyone?" Her voice intonation betrayed the fear she was trying to keep in check.
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Good afternoon Edel Thyssen. I am Marco, the ship AI. Time of day is now 16.40, on february 18th 2157. Below your cryo pod you will find a grey jumpsuit so you will not be naked heading towards the decontamination showers. Just follow the orange arrows projected on the floors for your convenience. Afterwards, please report to the medical department for post-cryo check-up. Have a nice day.
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The unexpected voice startled her already tense nerves. After relatively calming down, she peered over the edge of the cryogenic pod, finding the jumpsuit. Wait. That's not right. "Marco, did you say 2157? Do you have an explanation for this? And why am I waking up now?"

I said it is 2157 because it is 2157 Edel. Februari eighteen, 16.41 to be exact. You are waking up because of a glitch in my systems. Unfortunately some corrupt programming causes me to wake up people at random.

The silence of the Cryo Chamber was deafening and it was abruptly broken by a click and a hiss. Raven began to wake from her slumber slowly and reluctantly.

The feeling of disorientation was overwhelming followed by confusion, fear and the need to escape her confines.

Then realization, her memories began flooding back as if a dam had burst in her mind.
The life she had left behind, friends, fond memories. Her entire world.
A past now only a memory.

The pod was not great for her claustrophobia. She pushed with her arms and legs against to pod trying to force it open. She had no energy for this though and quickly her body forced her to give up, regardless of what her mind wanted.

With another loud hiss, and a soft thud of unlocking, the pod slowly opens and Raven burst out and landed on her knees in a puddle cryo fluid trying to catch her breath as though she had been suffocating the whole journey.

"That is not at all pleasant!" She announced as she climbed to her feet. "Where are my clothes??" She looked around "Where is everyone?"

Earth is gone. An overwhelming feeling of loneliness threatened to rise up from deep within her, but it was quickly suppressed. "Do...do we have another destination? Or are we just floating around?" She asked as she was pulling herself out of the tank. The sound of a depressurizing pod made froze her. She turned in the direction of the sound, noticing an unknown woman exiting it rather ungracefully. Conscious of her naked upper body, she immediately dipped back into the tank, leaving only her head out.

Good afternoon Raven Haywood. I am Marco, the ship AI. Time of day is now 16.43, on february 18th 2157. Below your cryo pod you will find a grey jumpsuit so you will not be naked heading towards the decontamination showers. Like Edel to your left, just follow the orange arrows projected on the floors for your convenience. Afterwards, please report to the medical department for post-cryo check-up. Have a nice day.
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In reply to CS-8 Marco Polo (msg # 146):

"Hmmm, Nice to meet you Marco... Edel..." She nodded towards Edel as she got the jumpsuit out and began to get dressed making no effort to cover her naked form, she smiled as she got dressed, looking around at the ceeling. "So tell me Marco, are you capable of making friends?"

Define friends please

She blinked perplexed at the confidence of the other woman. Maybe I have a problem she thought. Edel nodded back and smiled. "Hello..." She wanted to say more, but held back after the lady engaged conversation with the AI. Well, time to move your genetically designed butt. She got out of the pod and quickly put on the jumpsuit. Following the orange arrows previously indicated my Marco, she walked at first slowly and unsteadily towards the showers. Whatever medications were in her body, they still hadn't worn off completely from her body. Luckily, it wasn't long before her pace returned to normal.
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She watched and examined as the other woman wondered off.

"A friend is a person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations. Someone you enjoy being with or talking to.... Does your AI stretch that far? Or are you purely for helping day to day ship operations?"

She finished zipping up her jumpsuit.

Although I have numerous protocols , I cannot say I can feel affection Raven. You can however ask me about countless subjects.

Very well, here are a couple of questions for you. Are you able to learn and expand your own programming and protocols? Also, who screwed up? The date isn't what it should be, don't tell me you didn't notice that Marco?"

She started slowly strolling in the direction of the orange arrows.

Due to security protocols I can not answer those questions.

The shower was quick and cold. She did not enjoy it, but it did a tremendous job at clearing her mind. She dried herself up and tried to make herself more presentable and less just-woke-up-from-cryostasis by combing her hair with her hands. It was a half-success. Feeling refreshed, Edel followed the signs to medical.

--> Medical

"Puzzling... But alright..." She said heading towards the decontamination showers. Once done she headed to medical.

[To Medical]

Awareness returned slowly as the pod hissed and she began to awake. Mariko stretched muscles that hadn't moved much in the past few years, if at all and slowly began climbing out of the pod.

"It feels like I just went in. I wonder if I dreamed." She muses as she steps onto the deck and quickly realises that she is naked and quite cold.

She quickly reaches for the small footlocker and pulls out the standard issue cryo uniform, dressing as the shivers get worse.

"Hello? Anyone else awake?" She asks, looking at the pods nearest her.

Mariko headed straight for the decon shower as soon as she was dressed, remembering the briefing she had been given in the days leading up to climbing into the pod and, as she had been warned, the spray was cold.

'All I've been since waking up is cold.' She mused as she dried off, still shivering even after putting the drab grays back on.

The brief indicated she needed to head to medical next so she started heading that way, concerned, and slightly incensed at the lack of personnel she had encountered in her time out of the pod.

"Marco, this is Lt. Koizumi. Are you online?"

Good day Mariko. Ofcourse I am online. Please proceed to medical after your shower for a post cryo check-up. Afterwards the captain would like to speak with you.
Time of day is now 18.02, february 18th 2157. Have a nice day.

The Lt. stopped in the hall as if she had been poleaxed. "2157? What's going on, Marco? Is that date correct and why are there so few crew up and about?"

She starts walking to medical a bit more quickly this time.

The date is correct Mariko. You have been woken up 115 years too late, and at about 70 lightyears from our original destination of Alpha Centauri. The captain will fill you in.
There is so little crew about because I have not yet woken them up. The captain has not given the order to wake any civilians yet. Unfortunately due to a hack in my programming I have woken up some anyway. These troubles are being looked at and fixed. Have a nice day.

"Roger that, Marco. Headed to medical and hopefully some answers."

She didn't quite grumble that last bit but it was close enough that some could, if they wished, argue that she had, in fact, grumbled.

--------> To Medical

There was a hiss as the door slid free, unsealing the chamber door and allowing Jack to breathe for the first time in over a century. As the chamber had originally sealed itself and the cryogenic fluid had began to flood the chamber he had imagined how delicious the first breath in his new life would be. Upon taking his first new breath of filtered, sterile air, he had been far to busy coughing and spluttering to think of anything appropriate to describe the feeling of entering his new life. Much like his first life he entered this one squealing and writhing.

After the initial shock of waking (and several colorful expletives) he picked himself up from the floor that had so enthusiastically rushed up to greet his face. as the feeling returned to his limbs he stood on shaky legs and looked around him. He felt an eerie feeling watching the still sleeping people around him and after a moment wondered why more weren't waking up with him. He recalled instructions about showering after waking up though he hadn't really been listening as to why it was necessary. He stepped into the shower and gasped as the cold water hit him with considerable force and he shivered his way through the shower that was strangely enjoyable despite the bracing temperature.

After stepping out the shower he realized he had forgotten to pick up his clothes first and was forced to perform a strange shaky dance to gather the issued clothes without getting them soaking wet. He partially succeeded and slapped himself on the forehead when he spotted the sign indicating their were towels right outside the showers. "Well I've had worst starts to a day." He moved to slick back his hair, a gesture that did little to bring any semblance of order to his hair. He continued drying himself with the towel finally wrapping it around his shoulders and calling out loudly. "Hello?  Is there supposed to be some kind of guided tour or do i just see myself out?

Good evening Jack. I am Marco, the ship AI. Please proceed to the decontamination showers and get a rinse and clean, then report to medical for your blood tests and pills. Time of day is now 18.34, february 18th 2157. Have a nice day.

Another hiss echoes in the cryo chamber array. Curdles of moisture rise as steam and fall as drops as cold and warm air mix. A desperate gasp of a drowning man shatters the air. A hard cough.

Growling in discomfort the man thuds his hand on the side of the cryo chamber. Pacing the hand while forcing to breath at the same rate. He takes a step forward. Eyes unused open. He holds his other hand in front of him changing how many finger are upright. Retraining the eyes to focus.

"Tea time already," he mutters to no one.

It is then he notes the initial lack of human presence.

His eyes twitch wide open. His head quickly darting to look left and right. A harsh tone barks out orders.

"Ship! Identify Appigan. Call sign Apple. State the nature of the emergency. Locate my equipment."

He turns to start reading the bio info display from his own cryo pod, currently ignoring that he is naked.
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The moment Geoffry's pod opens, Jack hears the hissing a level above his own pod. He then hears the man, and the reply by the ship AI.

Greetings 'Apple'. I am Marco Polo, the ship AI. Please proceed to the decontamination showers and get a rinse and clean, then report to medical for your blood tests and pills. Time of day is now 18.35, february 18th 2157. There is no emergency at this time. Your personal belongings are in cargo bay 2, locker 734. You can retrieve them after your medical checks or have them sent to your quarters later. Have a nice day.

"Why the hell isn't there medical staff on standby?" he says.

Voiced not to anyone specific. Seeing his cryo test results are acceptable he takes out the grey jumpsuit to slip it on. His eyes look around still wary. One not yet fully accepting the apparent situation.

"Bay 2, 734"

The full medical staff is on stand-by in the medical bay. Your pod opening was unfortunately a glitch in my programming.
Correct, bay two, locker seven-three-four. Please proceed along the orange lines projected on the floor for your convenience to the decontamination showers. After that, report to medical for a check-up. Have a nice evening.

"Travel the stars. Enjoy the vacation. Until things break down. Then get to work."

He sighs. Zipping up the jump suit he begins to follow the orange line. At a ladder way he naturally descends one to Jack's level.

If Jack is still there he will call out, "What you too?"

Jack span around as the Ai's voice seemingly came from nowhere and passed on what he assumed to be a standard automated message. He patted himself with the towel at hand and wrinkled his face as his acquired clothing made contact with moist patches of skin. Whilst clothing himself he heard the hissing from somewhere above him and a short conversation that he didn't seem pay any particular attention to.

Jack turned to face the newly awakened man, quirking a confused eyebrow at the apparent question before responding in a jovial tone. "Looks like they let us have a lie in. Didn't really think the crew would be so considerate after all the rigorous poking and probing i went through to get on board." He kicked the used towel to the side and took a few steps towards the newly awakened man, thrusting out his hand in way of a greeting. "Names Jack. Looks like they chipped me out the ice a few minutes earlier than you, have you tried those showers? good pressure but lousy temperature."

Appigan accepts the hand with a friendly firm handshake. His eyes scanned Jack up and down quickly.

"I'm Appigan. Folks call me Apple. I'm actually part of the medical staff. Honestly, that's part of the reason I'm a little worried about our wake up. This doesn't appear to be the procedure for colony arrival. There should have been people to meet us in case we had any reactions. For that matter hardly anyone is waking up. That sounds more like there has been..."

He pauses waving his hand. Appigan slips the suit off with no reservation to get hit by the shower's fluid. He kept talking while doing it.

"Sorry. Don't mean to spook you. I just woke up myself. Yeah the shower temperature can't be too hot. Might damage the capillaries if there was any inner frost left from cyro. As well as cleansing any cyro chems it makes sure the low circulation epidermis is thawed. Tomorrow will be fine for a hot shower or even some sauna time. I'll help do the checks at medical. Did you take your pills? Your intestines will be prone to bloating if you don't take them."

He was nervous about the pills. He punched in for a second set to put his pocket. The first set he then took. Zipping back into the jumpsuit Appigan looks along the path of the orange line. He turns over his shoulder to look at the thousands still in their cyro chambers.

"Shall we?"

Appigan starts toward medical.

Geoffry heads toward medical

--->Medical

Lisa had been asleep for easily the longest time she'd ever been asleep. Though it wasn't like she was really asleep, was it? She wouldn't be sure in the future; the science of freezing a human for years was something that she hadn't really studied.

Either way, she started to stir once again. She'd been one of those tough ones on the system to keep frozen due to her mass and general good health allowing her body to try and fight off whatever was done to it. Though they'd gotten her to sleep eventually. The pod slowly opened and the woman blinked her eyes, slowly moving her arms forward to stretch.

"Hell. We're here now? Where is everybody?" the woman asked of nobody specific. Maybe the computer was who she was asking. It had, presumably, opened her pod up for some reason. She just didn't know what that reason was yet. Hopefully, it was because they'd arrived and it was time to set up shop.

Good evening Lisa. I am Marco, the ship AI. please look under your cryo pod for the clothing provided to you, and proceed to the decontamination showers to clean off all cryo fluids. Afterwards report to medical for a post cryo check up. For your convenience orange arrows will be projected on the floor for you to follow. Today is February 18, 2157. Time is 19.07. Have a nice evening.

"Thank you, Marco," the woman responded. Lisa reached down and grabbed the black tank top, the jeans, and sneakers. She followed the AI's instructions, heading to the showers before getting dressed and heading over towards medical, following the arrows. She felt fine at the moment, but she supposed this was pretty standard.

--->Medical Facilities

Sasha continued to lie in her cryo pod long after it had opened to let her free. Her mother had warned her she would feel dizzy and weak when she woke but in Sasha's opinion that was a rather mild description of what she was feeling.
Eventually she managed to slowly climb out of her pod using it for support as she stood on shaky legs. She felt like her body was trying to decide whether to pass out or throw up. As she took her hands off the pod to stand unaided her legs gave out and she crashed to the floor where she swore, loudly. On her next breath her body finally to decide what it wanted to do and she threw up what little seemed to be in her stomach. Sacha decided not to even try sending again instead she called out, "Help? Is anyone here?"
The silence surrounding her suddenly penetrated her senses and she slowly looked around, confused as to why the room wasn't bustling with others waking up from cryo. She swore again.

Good evening Sasha. I am Marco, the ship AI. Please look under your cryo pod for the clothing provided to you, and proceed to the decontamination showers to clean off all cryo fluids. Afterwards report to medical for a post cryo check up and a control of your embryo. Cryo can be problematic for the unborn. That is why we do not normally put pregnant people in cryo.
For your convenience orange arrows will be projected on the floor for you to follow. Today is February 18, 2157. Time is 20.12. Have a nice evening.

Sasha raised an eyebrow, so Marco knew her. That was... useful. Maybe her parents had been more skilled in this deception than she'd thought. Another wave of nausea hit her so she wasn't really focused on the end of Marco's message, something about the date and time she was sure wasn't important anyway.
She shifted about on the floor to get to the clothes without standing up. Underwear seemed like too much effort so she just pulled out the overalls. It took a while between waves of nausea and dizziness to get them on by she managed it eventually. While pulling the socks into her cold feet she asked, "Marco, if Cryo is so bad for pregnant people why aren't medical here?" she smirked slightly and added, "Do medical know I'm here? Did my records get transferred into the system?"

She pulled herself slowly to standing and after a few deep breaths let go of the pod and took a hesitant step away from it. She grinned when she didn't immediately fall over again. "And while we're at it Marco, why am I the only one here? I feel like I woke up late to the party."

Slowly she crossed the vast floor following the orange arrows to decontamination. She paused just before the doors. Time to see just how much Marco recognised her. She took one more step and waited to see if the door would open.

Sasha King. Age 45. Security officer. And a very good one, according to my records.
However, according to your bioscans you are not her. You do however share her dna, and as such it is assumed you are her daughter. Also Sasha King, age 19. That is probably why you are on board and your records are wrong. Thats is probably also why medical is not here to await you. They do not know you, and they do not know about your pregnancy.
In answer of your other question, you are not late to the party. You are early. The captain has not yet ordered the awakening of civilians. Due to a glitch in my systems however your pod was deactivated, and that is why you woke up.

Sasha, do you want me to alert medical?

Sasha raised her eyebrows at Marco's reply. She wasn't sure she'd ever heard her mum referred to as "Sasha", usually it was always Alexandra but maybe that was just since she had come along. Not that there was anyone to get them confused out here.

She stared at the door in front of her for a moment, not sure if Marco was refusing to open it or of she just wasn't close enough. She pondered his question before asking one of her own."Marco, are you treating my presence here, with the mixed up records and such, as a computer glitch or a security issue?" she inched closer to the door, "Cause if you let me through the doors I can get myself to medical... probably... hopefully. But if I'm stuck in here then I would totally like a welcoming party, preferably with cake." She grinned up at the door in front of her and waited for a reply.

My systems are trying to process what is going on Sasha. You are on board, but you are not who you should be. I am programmed to handle such situations in any way my AI considers best for this ship. So far my systems are undecided. Should i consider you a security threat?

"Oh gee Marco, so nice to know you can be confused. I'll sleep so soundly in my bed tonight knowing you're in control of this flying tin can." She rolled her eyes and moved over to the wall to sit against it as she was starting to feel dizzy again. "Sure Marco, the nauseous, pregnant teen is really here to steal supplies, commandeer a shuttle and high tail it out of here to start a new colony with just me, the bump and some aliens. Want me to blow up your engines on my way out too or shall I just stay here like a good little girl doing what's best for my baby's future since I screwed up mine?"
She sighed as she thought back to all the arguments with her parents as they plotted to smuggle her onto this ship. It was "best for baby" regardless of what Sasha had wanted. After all what child wouldn't trade the possibility of knowing thier father for a chance to be the first baby born in a new colony? Who wouldn't trade being pregnant surrounded by friends for being stuck on a tin can light years away from the rest of their species with a bunch of strangers? She slumped back against the wall, lost in thought.

My systems are programmed to recognise sarcasm Sasha. And no, I am not programmed to be confused, but since I have suffered a hack some 115 years ago some things are still jumbled up. Please proceed as requested, I will notify security to meet you at the medical facilities after your check-ups.

Sasha raised her eyebrows and turned her head towards the ceiling in her.best attempt show Marco her confused expression. "Yeah Marco, definitely something screwy with your system seen as how we only left Earth like, 6 years ago." She shook her head. As she struggled to get herself back standing she smiled and added, "I'm glad you get sarcasm though. My dad says it's my first language and I only speak English so I can annoy the most people."
When the door slid open for her she proceeded to the showers to get herself a bit cleaner. The cold water was definitely a shock to the system but the heat from the driver's was almost too much for her and she had to sit down for a few minutes afterwards before she could get dressed to head to medical. "Marco?" she asked, suddenly having a idea, "If you can tell I'm pregnant can you tell if the baby's okay after it's sleep in cryo?"

Your unborn is fine for as far as i can tell. Cryo readings were good. However you must realise one thing.
We did leave earth in 2036 yes, and we did arrive in the Alpha Centauri system in 2042. However, it was there that I was hacked, and we were sent away from the system. It is now 2157, february 18th, 20.24. And no, that is not a glitch in my systems. Have a nice evening Sasha.
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Sasha froze, one sock half on her foot, "Have a nice..?" Her parents were gone, her boyfriend, gone. Everyone she'd ever known was gone and possibly the whole planet she'd grown up on as well. And now this AI wanted her to have a nice evening? She yanked her sock on and pulled herself up off the ground. "Have a nice evening? Everyone you love is gone, have a nice bloody evening." She stomped her way towards medical, as if she was trying to get away from Marco, muttering swear words under her breath as she went.

>> To medical >>