With a shudder the crew members of the ship woke up, one by one. Green was first to awaken from her cryopod. Her HUD display from inside of her helmet flashed the red symbol for low atmosphere. This was the start of the questions.

Why is the Atmo low? Why was I in a Cryopod? What is this ship that I am in? For that matter? What the hell is my name?

Everybody had the same questions. But before Mr Orange awoke from the pod next to hers, she was on her way down the hall. Her body navigated the low gravity well. She was used to this environment, even if she didn't know it. With the agility of a well trained 0G Athlete, she made her way down corridors, comfortably launching herself this way and that as if she knew where she was going. Her mind didn't, but her body did.

The gas hiss of the bridge door opened to allow Green onto the deck and she quickly found herself in front of a control panel. The panel itself was dark save for a single flashing icon in the lower right corner. For the life of her, and that may end up being literal, she couldn't remember what actually meant. She reached for it, but just before she could press the button, she was greeted by the hiss of the pneumatic doors swishing open again. Behind her came Purple Patches, Turquoise, and Dark Red.

What was going on here? Did anybody know what was happening?

All at once, everybody seemed to ask the second most important question that came to mind in that moment, "Who are you?!"

Everybody had various smears of blood covering visors, or elsewhere on their skin-thins. Quick logic would dictate that it wasn't their own blood, otherwise their skin-thins wouldn't be able to keep the atmospheric pressure up and stop their bodies from decompressing. Besides, if they had been bleeding before going into a Cryopod, there was a good chance they had been in their for a while, and more than likely they would have bled out slowly through their hyper-chilled veins. So it had to be someone else's, a fourth person perhaps? But whose?

These questions, any many more, had no immediate answers. But, before many of them, the most important question was how to fix their ship, they only had a few hours before their skin-thins stopped providing enough oxygen to sustain conscious thought.

Awakening was sudden, and in the moments upon awakening, she simply breathed and gathered her senses. Memory felt like a dream she'd just departed, almost on the edge of her mind but eluding her grasp. She realized first and foremost that she didn't know where she was. She understood her surroundings on a deeper level. A computerized warning appeared on the HUD before her eyes, that her stasis pod door was experiencing a failure.

Instinctively, she reached with her left hand and pressed on a panel, which slid into the machine with a hiss. Within was a manual toggle, a simple red emergency level that she pulled. She heard the door disengage, and pushed with both hands to force the door open. She noted that she had no feeling in her right arm from her fingers to her elbow, but she couldn't see the appendage because of her suit.

Now freed, she examined her HUD, noting the low atmosphere reading. What occurred to her next was frustration that whomever was supposed to be monitoring the ship had not been maintaining it properly, then that she wasn't certain who was supposed to be monitoring the ship... and, as a tertiary thought, she wasn't certain what her duties were, much less her own identity. Her mind produced no family to speak of. No world to miss. She was blank. Past-less. Future-less... Nameless.

Nameless didn't revel in the realization long, instead pushing off gently from her standing position to float, then kicking off rapidly from the back of her stasis pod like a swimmer propelling herself from the pool's edge. She needed to get to the bridge, to work toward atmospheric stabilization, and her identity wasn't significant toward that goal.

Nameless navigated in the fashion of a swimmer down the halls, instinct leading her way, not even giving in to wondering why she knew the way. She knew it, some part of her did, and that was what was leading her. She entered the bridge in time to observe four other crewman, and to hear their unanimous question of, “Who are you?”

She deactivated her HUD in a moment, greeted with a smear of blood that obscured her visor. She wiped it away with her left had, noting immediately that they were all similarly dressed. That told her two things immediately: (1) they were a part of the same crew, suffering the same memory loss, and (2) no one was an immediate threat to her. She reactivated the HUD with that realization made, immediately speaking into the comms, “That's a problem for med bay. We need to get this can breathable. It's the only item on my bucket list right now.”

A red light slowly woke him from a chemically-induced slumber. Flashing on and off, that ominous looking red light was the only thing that allowed him to see. He was in a pod of some kind, a window on the front of it.Opened up into some kind of larger room, it looked like. He pushed on the door. Nothing. He braced himself against the padded back of the cell, kicking the door with all his might. All he got for his efforts was a shooting pain in his legs. "Ow... So that doesn't work." He muttered to himself, placing both his hands against the window. He paused as he saw that his left hand wasn't his own, a fascimile made of wires and steel. It responded like his own though, and seemed to offer a bit of sensory input. Not that that helped him now, stuck in what might as well be a coffin. A thought bubbled up from his subconscious, that glass wouldn't break with any force he applied to it, it was no use trying to break it.

Sinking against the padded back wall, he sighed and lowered his head. "I'm gonna die here. I don't know where I am," He muttered, putting his head in his hands, "or what happened, or even who I am. And now I'm going to die. All because this stupid door won't just open!" And with that, he heard a click and a hiss at the same time he felt a surge of pressure in his temple. He looked up in amazement as the red light went out and the door hissed open. Only now, upon his moment of freedom did he notice the panel labeled 'emergency release'. "... I'm an idiot. But whatever I did worked." He muttered to himself, pushing out of the sleeping pod and into the low gravity of the ship. Now, outside of the red light he saw something on his visor. Reaching up to wipe it away, he paused when he realized it was blood. He didn't know how fresh, or where from... But it was blood. "Okay... Another problem." He said to himself, navigating the hallways. He passed by a sleeping computer terminal and felt the same pressure in his head again, a single message flashing before his eyes. LIFE SUPPORT FAILING. ATMO LOW. PLEASE PROCEED TO ESCAPE PODS. "Wait, what happened to atmo?" He asked himself, not bothering to wonder why that message had beamed itself to his brain.

He took off down the hall, the bridge would have more information. He didn't know where the bridge was, but his body somehow did. Navigating the corridors with relative ease, he soon arrived at the bridge, entering at the same time as a group of others, apparently. After the confusion of seeing other living people was set aside, the one with turquoise patches on her suit began to speak. “That's a problem for med bay. We need to get this can breathable. It's the only item on my bucket list right now.” Some part of him took offense to the use of the word 'can', but he brushed it off. "No kidding, we've got maybe a few hours before we all kick it. Engineering would probably be where life support is, I'd imagine. Anyone see it on their way here?"

She woke up, feeling very unpleasant as it felt like her head after one too many drinks. If she knew what that even felt like as she hadn't touched anything alcoholic in years...she stopped at the moment. But wait why did she not do so? And where the hell was she? Who exactly was she? Every other memory she tried to process just wasn't coming in clearly. Her mind was in an empty haze. Did she have amnesia? No, she couldn't believe it. She thought it was ridiculous but her lack of any memory her thoughts quickly changed. Seeing her HUD displaying: "LOW ATMO!" "DANGER!" as she was trying to process exactly where she was. As it was hard to even see as she wiped the blood away that was impairing her vision, wondering whose blood this was. Not feeling wounded in anyway, assuming it wasn't hers.

She looked around as she saw herself inside the rather small cyropod, a chill went down her spine as she had a sudden brief moment of panic and confusion. As she slammed the door of the cyropod her hands a few times to push it away, so she could be free as she felt quite claustrophobic. As the cyropod door came unhinged and fell off with a crash. As she was taken aback by her own strength. She took the deepest breath she could to calm herself down, as the air felt stale. Quickly she stepped outside into the room and tried to get a better look at herself, seeing the suit with Dark Red on it. She quickly heard some sounds, like other people. She almost instinctively headed off to search for the voices, used to the difference of gravity not even thinking about it or realizing it quite yet. Navigating through a rather dark and barely lit hallway. Suddenly seeing others in suits just like hers, but with different colors as she heard the one in Dark Blue say."Who are you?"

How could she even respond, she didn't know either. As another person in Turquoise spoke soon after. "Breathable? Med bay? Were they all on some kind of ship?" She thought to herself as it at the time made sense. Soon followed by another person wearing Purple coming seemingly out of nowhere from one of the doors saying something else. She had a feeling they we're not threats, after all they all had similar suits. She knew at the moment she couldn't just keep her thought to herself, as she just looked around the room seeing a spaceship like interior hearing various rather strange sounds coming from outside this room. Looking at the others until so she spoke out the obvious question. Because she had to know...

"D-do any of you remember anything, anything at all?" She spoke but it came out quite softly, hoping that she was heard so she didn't have to repeat herself as she stood there waiting for a response.

"No clue where engineering is, or sick bay, or any of it is," Green said in response to everybody's questions of where something was. "All I know right now, is that I've got a blank consul except for one flashing red light and while I don't know what it means, I came here for this button... I think."

Green Gestured for everybody else to draw nearer so they could look at it, "I suspect none of you know what it means either, seeing as none of us seem to remember anything... If there are no objections, I am going to press it."

The button that was flashing red were three vertical lines spaced evenly apart, the center line was longer than the outer lines and over the top of these three lines was an X. Did it mean no circulation or air flow, did it mean life support had been purposefully disabled? Did it mean that transporter beams were off line? Why would that make a difference right now?

"Unless we want to wait to press it until we are closer to running out of air, incase this is a self-destruct button or something..."

It was left for a vote.

Her question was not directly answered. As she was seemingly ignored, she didn't want to repeat her question as she had a feeling she wasn't alone. As she just kept quietly to herself as she paced a little bit back and forth to think what exactly she could do in this situation. Would it be a good idea to just split off and try to find answers herself? She had a feeling she was used to doing that but it only confused her more as she couldn't just accept that she couldn't remember anything. What if someone here DID remember something, what if someone was the reason for all their amnesia? Though she could of been the cause for all she knew. She saw what the person in Green wanted them to look at, but she had no answers either, even if she knew, she forgot. As he wanted to press the button.

"Wait, shouldn't we explore around here first? I mean there might be a manual around, explaining what it does. Isn't that like required? I don't think we should be just pressing buttons that we don't know what they do." She protests speaking out slightly louder this time in disagreement not wanting to be reckless as they already seemed to be in a dangerous position. She looked around what had to be the control room, it had a lot a places that a map or a manual could be, hell maybe some writing or calendar, anything to find out something which to her was oddly more important then the danger of a lack of oxygen. Maybe some answers who any of them were.

Dark green awakens with a jolt, sensing something wrong. Why was she in Cryostasis? Where was she? Is there anyone else aboard? She releases the lever on the inside of the machine, and falls out unceremoniously. The moment she hit air, her eyes started to process information: the content, quality, humidity, temperature...it was all too much at once. Blinking rapidly, Dark Green looks around the area she is in. "No one here, huh. Of course." She mutters curses into the darkness. Across the room from her is a small red light, indicating a door of some kind. "Worth a try," she thinks. She moves shakily to the door, all the while trying to understand what her eyes are telling her. She reaches the door and pushes the button, and nothing. Pounding her fists against it, she starts to look for another way out.

Green looked up at Dark Red. "You are right," She conceded, pulling her hand away from the ominously flashing red icon, "We've got a little bit of time before we loose what atmosphere is left. We should check all of our avenues first, before we make things worse. Why don't we split up and look around. I'll stay here on the bridge and look around for more information, something that might be of use... Do you want to try to look for engineering, or sickbay or something? I assume we have those things on this ship."

Which ever destination Dark Red chose she would find it easy to navigate her way there, however before she could make it to her destination she would find herself distracted by the sound of pounding.

Was that pounding, or was that a depressurized bulk-head about to give away?

Meanwhile, Dark Green found that the door was locked, or jammed and couldn't be opened using conventional means. Her sensor eyes were giving her too much information all at one time, making it hard to concentrate, hard to shift through all the raw data bring presented to her. Through it all though, she could tell from the numbers, and from what the HUD told her, that there was limited breathable atmosphere left, and that within an hour her brain would start starving for oxygen. Turning around she would find that she was in a Crypod. The other three beds laid sealed, but nobody rested inside of them. There was little else to the rooms, display screens against the walls the monitored the statuses of the people in the beds, as nobody was in the pods now, the screens were blank and with no working memory to go off of, there was no obvious way to bring them back up and show any information. There was no other door to the sterile, round room, but there was a rather large vent that was supposed to be providing breathable air to this room and other rooms like it. Perhaps Dark Green could get herself to fit through that hatch and make her way to... somewhere else? To do it, she would need to climb up the cryopods to try and reach them. For some reason, she still had gravity on this part of the ship.