The spacecraft shuttered, one wing was blown off and the other hadn't fared very well either. The sputters shook the ship to and fro, causing Anastasia to grip the controls tighter. Her fear was one of not being able to reach the ship she learned about earlier, the one that could help her out. She pulled out a small tablet and started to record her voice in her accent as the ideas came to her.

The year is 2305. I am making this from my ship. I am on the run from what I assume are pirates. They are pursuing me endlessly. If I make it out of this, there is only one palce to go for this message to make effect. Here it is. Humanity has fallen. Yet, it was not another race that caused this. In fact, none know how this has happened. What is known is that the collapse happened suddenly. In only five years, What once was a great shining beacon of honor is now a rusted husk of what was. what little remains left of the human race is either on shattered space stations or left on broken colonies. There is no more civilization for humanity. There is no technology. Only the ability to wait and die.

She put the tablet away again. The planet shifted into view. A big blue planet from the surface, an icy world. Looking eerily similar to her homelands, she prepared to land. Unfortunately her plans wouldn't work out. The second wing fell off, giving her no control. as the ship started burning in the atmosphere, the plates of it fell off. bits came off, flying down to the land below, causing the pristine beauty to become a dump. It was time to jump. Kicking off the glass cockpit cover with her metal legs, she rocketed out, bracing for impact below. Her legs landed, cratering her landing zone and causing more destruction. She limped towards the ship, her breathing ragged. Before reaching the door, her left robotic arm fell off, lying in the snow to spark and smoke. It twitched like a bug, and with one final look, she turned to go into the ship.

Inside was a breath of fresh air. She made her way to the cryo chambers, and burst the door open. She slammed the button to release whoever. She didn't care, as long as someone was awake. Running out of breath, she slid down the wall, tearing open her uniform to look at the injuries she sustained. Two shots to the chest, both through her right lung. The burn scars were obvious. The hiss of the chamber opening caught her attention, and she looked up. She slid the data tablet towards the new person, her remaining arm and legs still sparking.

"Listen to it." She commanded, uncaring of whether it was the captain or not.

Teige

How cold it was. Teige's leaves shivered and she clenched her jaw tight. She opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of darkness. She could see nothing, and her eyes stung. Then it came to her ears--The sound of gears moving and clanking metal. It was faint at first, but as she recovered her senses, it got clearer. Eventually, her cryogenic pod tilted to an angle, the liquid that filled it was drained and the lid slid open with a hiss.

Teige saw everything white. She tried to make a sound but instead gagged and doubled over, dropping out of her pod and onto the cold floor. For a moment, she lied there. Then she pushed herself up, legs wobbling and head spinning.

At the chamber's entrance, she saw a strange figure--A tall figure, with a missing arm. The figure distantly smelled of human female along with blood, smoke and metal. Teige remembered no human like that. She reached for her handgun--It wasn't there. Right- Cryogenics. She thought, and was surprised when the figure slid her a tablet and ordered her to listen to the recording in it.

Again, Teige attempted to speak, but was cut off by a fit of coughing, expelling the last of the pod's liquid onto the floor.

After recovering, she grabbed the tablet with weak arms, and played the recording.

The year is 2305. I am making this from my ship. I am on the run from what I assume are pirates. They are pursuing me endlessly. If I make it out of this, there is only one palce to go for this message to make effect. Here it is. Humanity has fallen. Yet, it was not another race that caused this. In fact, none know how this has happened. What is known is that the collapse happened suddenly. In only five years, What once was a great shining beacon of honor is now a rusted husk of what was. what little remains left of the human race is either on shattered space stations or left on broken colonies. There is no more civilization for humanity. There is no technology. Only the ability to wait and die.

Teige prickled her leaves and brought her gaze to rest on the figure before her. "Is this..." She began in a hoarse voice, coughed and straightened her back, leaning on her pod's console for support, "Is this true?"

Anastasia nodded to the crewmember's question.

"If it wasn't true I wouldn't have these two holes poked through my right lung now would I? I came here because this is the last place I know of that is safe. Everywhere else is either avoiding me, shunning me or outright trying to kill me."

Anastasia got up, her breathing heavy. Her shirt was ripped open, checking herself to see how bad the injury was. She wobbled over to look for the captain's pod, viewing over all of them. Going down the row, she found it.

"This one."

She punched the button. It was taking too long to open, prompting her. She drove her fist through the glass causing the liquid to spill everywhere.

"Wake up captain, your crew needs you."

"Uuugggh...", Valerius opened his eyes slightly, it was largely dark, what was it... 5AM? 3AM? In any case it was dark, this told him it was still really late. The bed was kind of hard, and he felt some shards of glass as he closed his eyes again as he turned in his sleep.

"Five... Five more minutes... Tell the crew they can just play hacky-sack while they wait or something... It's not even morning, let me sleep", he said, closing his eyes back again. He failed to notice the wounded lady who woke him up.

"And maybe clean up the glass mom... And get a better mattress... This whole fancy water bed thing is leaking and it looks like I wet the bed", he complained as he groaned back to sleep. Was this guy serious at all? Probably not, in fact he wasn't. The only thing he was serious about is wanting to sleep a bit more, you know how it is when you wake up in the morning and just want to go back to sleep? Kind of like that.

Anastasia wobbled around when the captain said he was going to sleep. It made her angry to see someone in a position of such power over a large ship be such a laze. She coughed hard, her lung starting to give out. She wheezed, trying to catch a breath.

"You."

She pointed to the other person awake.

"Get your useless captain awake. I need to find and wake the doctor up."

She wobbled around the chambers and looked through all of them, though none of them looked helpful. Mostly engines handlers and such. At the end of the room, she found her goal. It was an unnamed. Unnamed were some of the weirder people. She hobbled over, trying to shake him awake from his chamber. She punched through the glass, completely shattering it.

"Wake up. I need your hel..."

Before finishing her sentence she was sent into a coughing fit, dropping to the ground, trying to catch her breath.

Teige

Teige found the stability to stand on her own soon enough and moved over to her Captain's now-destroyed pod, as per the woman's orders. She stared for a moment at the form of the young human so insolently attempting to 'sleep more'. Then she brought up her index finger and thumb and blocked the man's nostrils, followed by using her other hand to keep his jaw and lips shut.

He'll wake up once he feels he's going to asphyxiate. Teige thought, her face emotionless as she acted. She only ever so slightly reacted as the woman punched through the Unnamed's pod and the shadowling attended the woman.

"Wake up, Captain Valerius. A century has passed and humanity's going extinct."

Valerius beheld before him a land made of candy, cakes and sweets as far as the eye can see occasionally decorated with curious extraterrestrial treats he's once had on his journeys. It was enjoyable, honestly, but soon the cake footpaths below him became damp, and within moments they became punch. Normally this was a good thing, but as he fell deeper in the red abyss, his breath began to fail him, bit by bit... He could physically feel derivation of his breath, until suddenly... A shark made of candy charged and-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH- Nononononono I'm too young to diiiieeeeeeeeeee... Huh?", he was wide awake now, looking around... This was no bed, that would explain the way his body felt. The next thing he noticed was the girl beside his pod, uhhhhh... Who was this girl again...? Oh right, Teige.

"Hm? Century? Humanity? Ahahahahaaa... That's a nice joke there, there's no way I was sleeping that long, I'd be like, dead, you know? Humans don't live that long", he responded, as if she were joking. He got up out of the pod and saw one familiar... Thing, and an unfamiliar girl.

"Morning doc, who's this? She looks lucky to still be alive" he asked, taking a few steps over to the two. He can see the wounding on her... It was not beasts, but human-made. She didn't have a group with her either... There must be something coming their way soon. Though he knew this, it wasn't important right now.

"Well aren't you all so lively in the morning." He came up walking from behind them, seemingly out of nowhere. Adorned in a fancy black butler outfit and something in each hand, both quite odd given the situation but one of which someone would be quite familar with, something mechanical. Especially the woman. Still speaking in a calm and relaxed tone. Peering over Enso's shoulder, "Well, that doesn't look too good." he followed with a nod.

Without wasting any time, he presented what was in his right hand, a tray with 4 cups of freshly brewed tea.
With a smile, "Tea anyone?"

Anastasia gave out a flat laugh as Ensō injected her with the medical gel.

"Our winters in Russia were hotter than this little pain. No heat can affect me. The pain means nothing."

Anastasia's chest seized up, letting the gel work its wonders. Her breath returned to normal, allowing her to finally take a deep breath and a good smell.

"Hm? Century? Humanity? Ahahahahaaa... That's a nice joke there, there's no way I was sleeping that long, I'd be like, dead, you know? Humans don't live that long"

Anastasia stood up and glared deep into the captain's eyes. She gave a stern voice towards him.

"Listen. I don't know how you managed to achieve captain for such a battle ship, but listen here. The year is 2305. You guys have been asleep. For a very long time if you didn't notice. You see these two wounds?"

She pointed to the two burn marks from the lasers.

"These were given to me by what is left of the Space Marine Military Force. In fact, what's left of it is a mafia taking out anyone they don't like or deem unnecessary. Which includes all 50 soldiers from the Super Soldier Program. Humanity is dying. Accept it. We need to find out more about this and what happened. Do you understand?"

"Ahahahaa, no way no way, that's ridiculous. This isn't some kind of movie, that kind of thing only happens for movie premises", he responded with a goofy doubtful smile. Despite the stern look he didn't seem to take her seriously, he wasn't easily swayed, or he was an oblivious idiot, either way, he didn't seem to believe that. He pat the lady on the shoulder and walked towards another end of the room, he seemed to know where he was going. There was a console at the end and he was walking towards it.

"And really, this isn't even my ship, that old junker's down at the station, they kind of made me captain this thing and it's a pain... 'We'll need you later' they said, 'you're a valueable asset' they said. Please, I just want to eat good food and live peacefully, hell those marines you mentioned, I get run ins with them all the time, don't blow it out of proportion... Now then...", by the time he finished talking he reached the console. He hit a few buttons, but it wasn't responding...

"Hm? Ah that's strange... Let's see...", for a moment he acted as if he was trying to find some kind of error and then just gave it a swift kick, and within moments it booted up. There was such a console like this in every room, it was for anything, communications, used like a personal PC.

"Okay... Where'd they put my stuff... Oh there's a notification for 100... Birthdays... For a... Steven Stevenson... Huh", he scratched his head as a panicked feeling began to take form. There was an uneasy silence as they just heard a few 'hms' and 'huh', as he tapped away at the little console... And then...

"WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"

It appears to have finally dawned on him.

Anastasia nodded and thanked the doctor. She quickly walked around the room and observed the pods of the remaining members. She shook her head in sadness and turned towards the captain.

"Well it doesn't matter now if you were an official captain or not. You couldn't even be called a captain anymore. Most of your crew is dead. From 100 persons down to only 35. You still have enough TO operate this ship. But don't expect extreme efficiency. Most of them choked when they entered their chamber. Faulty tubes."

She looked at the face of one girl. She focused on it. It had a twisted face of terror, the one of realization that you weren't going to live.

"A pity really. However, I can operate a lot of this machinery on my own. I'll fill in any position necessary. Starting with booting up communications."

She walked into the comms room and prepared her remaining arm. Its fingers twisted into little wires, entering the panels of the circuitry. The sound roared to life. After she finished booting it up completely, the electronic screen buzzed to life, revealing a familiar face. Egypt. Asim. A good friend of hers. He was bloody and beaten.

"Help Russia! Please Help! They're after me!"

Anastasia blinked for a second, before turning to the captain with a pleading in her eyes.

Teige

Teige prickled her leaves the moment the Captain yelled, staring at him with a subtle scowl on her face. But soon she calmed down, leaves relaxing once more and went to one of the lockers opposite to her pod--The one upon which she had crudely written her name a century ago. The squiggly symbols of her native language were more than enough for Teige to recognize her locker.

As Teige input her code and opened the locker, she looked over at the woman and called for her attention, "Excuse me, but what's your name? Mine's Teige, the Captain's is Valerius, the doctor already shared his name, Enso, and the one who's offering tea is Alastair I believe." She gave the woman a smile before turning back to her locker. "Which reminds me, Tea would be nice I suppose, Alastair."

Teige was quick to do her business, changing her standard uniform for a clean set. Then she overheard the comms link. A desperate human was on the other side.

"Considering what you've told us, nobody has used the ship in more than a hundred years. We should be extra careful if we're going to go aid that human. One of your fellow Russians, if my assumptions are correct."

Well, he didn't really get it, he was official captain now, because no one else was signed for the post. What a damn pain, one hundred years... He sighed as one of the lockers snapped open, letting him grab two run-down laser blades, he tested them for a brief moment, still worked like a charm, after that he grabbed the old coat in the locker too, it was beat down, and now it was literally one hundred years old, still fit, thing was made to withstand even the conditions of space, so sitting in a locker for a hundred years wasn't going to do a thing to it.

He was about to check on some things, but he ended up following the part-robo lady into what he remembered was the communications room. It seems a few people came around too, one of which was Teige. Most communications can be done from the helm, but they kept most of the cardinal hardware in this comms room, easier to maintain without disturbing command. The monitor blinked on and there was a plea for help... It looked like a friend of this girl's. Valerius felt his heart sink as she looked at him like that... Hand scratching his head, sighing before he responded, turning away to walk towards the ship helm...

"Do as you like... Tell everyone to get ready for lift off and set a course for wherever your friend is, I don't even think my favourite bar is even open anymore", there wasn't much to go on... One hundred years... These people seemed to know far more about the situation than he did. It was best he go with them and see what's happened. Teige had a good point, who knows what everything was like now, but they can't just sit here scared of a new universe, nothing gets done that way.

In situations like these, one should probably feel insulted or at least something after getting the cold shoulder on his offer. Though, the doctor, another of his kind, had something to add. Using the woman's mechanical hand, that he found prior to joining them, he placed the palm of the hand on his cheek and tilted his head to the side. Wearing a fake smile accompanied by a fake laugh, he closed his eyes, "Don't be such a wet blanket. To think there'd be a 'thing' on this so rude. The tea is quite delicious too. Such a waste." feigning disappointment to stay in character.

It was a common character type, especially found in mangas, where the character acts nice to all but when talking to a certain someone, acts completely different. He was going for 'sounds like being nice but in actuality was being insulting'. He wasn't sure if he said it in the right manner or got the hidden message part down. The one thing about human comics, its written one way but can be said another. Either way, he was just testing it in front of the others. Enso, being another Unnamed, probably wouldn't get it. As unnameds, the full understanding of human emotions alluded us, left to mere imitation. But interesting nonetheless.

As the woman....Was cyborg the right human terminology for it? Either way, as she quickly moved around the room checking the pods, Alastair gave a salute with her robotic arm. I guess I can give it back to her later. A butler must be a gentlemen, after all. With a smile he turned around and faced the girl that said his name. "Yes, that's correct. I am Alastair." he said with a bow. "Certainly." he replied with a smile to her response. Well, at least the tea won't go to waste. It's such delicious tea, after all. Once the woman, Teige, was all set, he presented her with a cup of royal milk tea. "Here's your tea madam." he smiled.

Pressing his hands together, "A rescue mission, huh? Sounds interesting. Let's do it." he said in a calm, natural manner. On the captain's orders, he went to get himself ready for lift off.

JACK/CRYOPOD
the first thing that went through jack,s mind was. "Where the hell am i and where is the nearest bar" he quickly felt that he was stuck in a cryopod and that the hatch wasn,t opening. he started panicking.

"relax jack relax mabey the hatch just hasn,t opend yet and mabey you just woke up a little late. hell im probably not the only one already awake".

He tried to look through the ice that was covering the hatch. And his hope shatterd when he shaw the remains of the other crew mates.

"HELP I DONT WANNA DIE"!!!!!
He screamed hoping that someone would hear him.

he quickly realized that the change of anyone hearing him was 1 .5 procent and started hitting the hatch like a caged animal desperate to escape.

After what seemed hours of hitting the damm hatch he finaly punched a way through "wow did not know cryo hatches where so weak "
"ok first lets check if this old piece of shit ship has a fighterbay" if not then go find some beer!!"

Anastasia

Anastasia prepared herself. There were other super soldiers out there who weren't actually dead. She might not be alone. Grabbing her other arm from the unnamed who acted like a butler, she looked at it. Nothing some of her nanobots couldn't fix. Holding it up to her other arm she let it do work. The little wires came out of the fingertips again, inserting themselves into the arm. Slowly but surely it stopped sparking. IT started moving itself again, and she locked it back into its socket. Feeling the movement again, she smiled a flat smile. She turned towards the captain again.

"Your armory is around here, no? Good, we're going to need weapons. Since we wanna get in and out, choose two others besides me and you."

Anastasia found the armory and grabbed a pistol flipping it into her holster. It was an old model of her favorite kind of pistol, but it would do. She checked her arms and legs again to make sure they were ready to go, and observed her chest wounds. Nothing more than burn marks left where she was shot. Perfect. She found a seat where the navigator sat, and took her place.

"I can navigate where we're going. The rest of you, strap in. This is going to be a fast ride. Captain, head for the warp gate right outside of this atmosphere. We can jump to the quadrant we need to go from there."

Now that the ship was comfortably in transit, there was some time to relax and restore inventories. Whatever was left of the crew were going back to their old stations and restoring whatever they could, but most of the time it was people checking if any of the old junk still worked. Turned out half of it did, and the ones that didn't were destroyed by weathering and age. Regardless, Valerius was taking his walk around to find something to do, and spotted the one singular person in the cryo room. It was Anastasia, she appeared to be checking all of the cryo capsules one by one.

He walked over to her, it appeared she was taking a toll count. As Valerius got closer, she was reaching for another capsule to activate. He could see the name tag on the side, and recognized them immediately. As Anastasia's hand was inches from the button, Valerius sprinted full-frantic speed and grabbed her wrist. He was in full panic mode and as Anastasia turned to him confused he was beginning to feel cold sweat build up.

"W-w-w-w-w-wait... Y-y-you don't wanna do that... That one's uhhhhh... Uhmmm... Unstable. Yeah, that's it, we should use the proper procedures to take care of it (as in never) and uhhhh... Yeah...",

"What? But the pulse is normal, if anything this one is in optimal condition"

"B-b-but well you see... Uhhh... It's a ravenous man-eating alien! Yeah... It'll be the end of us all, like those ancient Alien films", it was clear he was pulling words out of his ass as he was trying to explain, using exaggerated motions to try and get whatever point it was he had across. Anastasia could only laugh a little,

"Do not be ridiculous. These are all military personnel, besides, this one looks very important, 'Vice Commander' it says", she stated.

"W-w-well we can get a new one! We don't need this one! Yeah that's it!"

"... I'm opening this", before Valerius could say another word his face contorted to one of despair as Anastasia hit the button. There was a tense moment as the only sound was of the cryo chamber opening and clearing, but the first glimpse of it's inhabitant either would see was a figure in a kicking position, with her foot square in Valerius' face, sending him flying and skidding and bouncing across the ground.

"M-m... Morning... Sis...", was all he could say from the floor.