Chronicles of the Desolate

🪐Found

Sparow

Inside the broken ship, a dead smell permeated the air.

Sparrow was the one who had managed to get into the cryogenic room.

It was damp and dark, the humidity causing the room to become stale and fungus to grow.

It obviously hadn't been opened in years.

Five years, if the Ship Mind is correct. Five years if they can count on the functionality of the Ship Mind.

An awful long time for someone to be in cryo sleep for.

A soft glow was coming from the only working pod. At the base of it lay clothes, hastily taken off and left on the ground.

It could not be salvaged.

What little plant had managed to grow grew, and the mild, mold and fungus would make the clothes a deadly thing to wear.

Sparrow turned her attention to the cryo pod.

The girl inside was young, younger than herself. Couldn't be older than 20 at most. 16 at least. Entering a cryogenic tube required the user to strip down to their underwear to allow the chemicals to access the skin easier. The chemicals would absorb through the skin as the body moves into position in the pod, and within seconds, a liquid pours in and just as quickly, you're frozen still.

Frozen in time.

Frozen to exactly as it had been when it first went in.

But you were never supposed to be iced for more than a year at most. Five years the lone survivor had been frozen.

And the damage was showing clearly.

Her skin had become white, far paler than what was deemed normal. From the knee down her feet had become black, a beautiful gradient of white to grey, to black. Her arms were crossed over her chest, tucked in close as if she were hugging herself for warmth.

Half naked, all blemishes were displayed. She had an unhealed open wound on her hip, the visible blood turned to an ugly brown. However old her bruises had been, they'd become a deeper and darker colour, blossoming in blues and purples across the pale skin.

She looked dead, and could very well have been. Expired in the cold.

But the computer stated otherwise. However slim, the chances were she could still be revived.

"Permission to revive the survivor, Captain?" Sparrow knew he wouldn't say yes. He would want the tube on his ship, and far away from the crash. Far away from whatever bad luck still lingered around the grave site.

"No,"

Face set in grim determination, Sparrow set about detaching the tube from the ship, with the help of Hua-Jung's technician robot. It didn't take long, and soon the cryo tube was in Vishal's hands.

Falconi

It was by the purest of chances they'd spotted the shipwreck.

It was like looking for a single orange-red marble in a pool of crimson and scarlet marbles, and without realizing they were looking for it.

While Hua-Jung had discovered the Ship Mind and was working on dismembering the Mind from its crashed ship, Sparrow had located the lone survivor the Ship Mind wouldn't shut up about, frozen for five years in cryostasis. She detached the tube from its chamber in the belly of the ship, and brought it to the medic bay, where Doctor Vishal and his young apprentaince, Trig, worked together to defrost the girl.

Falconi wanted to be there when she was melted from her temporary coffin—he was curious.

But Vishal wouldn't allow any on lookers, they would distract him.

But that didn't stop the Captain from accessing the remote cameras and watching from a screen. It took some tinkering on Trig's part to remotely get a hold of the revive panel and manually release her from the ice. Immediately the chemical liquid dissipated into tubes, leaving her free. As expected from reviving from cryo-sleep, there would usually be much groaning and vomiting, but she didn't move.

Vishal and Trig set to work immediately, feeding drips into her arms, nose, and stomach. The doctor started running tests and examinations on her while the young boy Trig brought over a special heating lamp, and went about fetching medical instruments for Vishal. When this continued for a while with no response from the girl, Falconi grew impatient and closed the video tab with a quick blink.

His eyes darted back and forth as he wrote and sent a quick message to the doctor. He wanted to be there when the girl awoke. No one had ever been trapped in cryo for 5 years.

He wanted to be there when History was written.