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?"