I.A.S Insanity Sliver, Bridge

 

The com station was the only source of light on the darken bridge, and it spilled its endless message to the stars a beacon for savior and predators alike. Under most circumstances Sanity would respond to waiting hail from the commonwealth ship, in lieu of the ship’s power status the comm. station played a prerecorded message to the hailing ship, first in Alkari then in Galactic Common, “The Following is a rerecorded emergency message do not attempt to respond: Imperial Alkari Ship Insanity Sliver, Ship Designation Gama Xeon York One One Niner Tree Zero Fife. Emergency Beacon activated. Zero operational Flight Crew. Hyper-Aware Artificial Intelligence offline. Message repeats. The following is a prerecorded emergency message, do not attempt to respond: Imperial Alkari Ship Insanity Sliver, Ship Designation Gama Xeon York One One Niner Tree Zero Fife. Emergency Beacon activated. Zero operational Flight Crew. Hyper-Aware Artificial Intelligence offline. Message repeats-“

 

Cryogenic Personnel Storage Silo One

The overhead lights of the Cryo Silo had been shut off by the ship’s AI, though the light being given off by the Crypods that lined either wall were more than enough to the light the immediate area in front of each pod. Each pod was identical, pale blue-white light emanating through the glass door, and a single rectangular backlit name plate over each door. All these pods gave off save one showed normal biological signs save one, the light it gave off was a angry red and it pulsed, the pod’s light seemed infectious, overpowering the pods around in a sinister fashion. The small computer screen built in to the pod showed an accelerated heartbeat and pulse. The screen also boasted a small MRI event monitor which shows that the occupant of the pod was rapidly waking up, perhaps a bit too rapidly.

 

A sudden crack followed by the hiss of pressurized gas broke the silence of the Silo. The door of the red pod moved forward slightly then silently slid up into the ceiling of the room. The occupant, Mimzray Von Lisen, opened her eyes slowly, her pulse racing, violent shudders racing from head to toe; each shudder felt as if her skin was being peeled off. She reaches up to her face, gingerly touching tender scalp, it was frozen to the touch. She takes a hesitant step forward, but as her eyes break the plane her boot comes in contact with the inside of the pod, and she lurches forward her sense of balance completely shot. It seemed to take eons before she hit the ground, her skull bounced once, twice against the unforgiving metal of the silo floor before a warm sticky liquid oozed down from her forehead, covering her face in silver blood.  She tries to roll over, but her limbs were unresponsive, and a small pool of blood begins to form around her face, tiny ripples in the pool around her mouth were sign that the woman still breathed. She directs her gaze upwards, incoherent thoughts racing through her mind. Slowly the pod lights grow dim and the sickening sensation of falling invades her mind before the calm nothing of unconsciousness claims hold of her.