Let it breathe, let it breathe, let it breathe for the space cadets

The Stone that lives on

The Tentalucian was resting in the quarters that had been provided to him. The cocoon remained still on the bed. The large dark blue cocoon had growing smaller and thinner until it had outlined his body seemingly appeared to be wrapped up like a mummified corpse. The quarters were dark if not for the soft light blue glow illuminating from his figure. He can sense a strong telepathic was nearby. It was one of the first thing that Stone's mind became aware of that drew him into awareness.

Commander Gampu? Was the first thought.

So the commander had made it after all.

But why lie?

Maybe the unknown man didn't know then that he was still around.

The healing fabric of the cocoon began receding until there was only dark blue and light blue skin that contrasted against each other all over the body. His eyes adjusted to the scenery. Stone climbed his way out of the darkness into lighter darkness where shapes could be made out. Three shelves were full of small boxes. A square screen coated by a gray structure from between the three holes. His dark eyes stared at the cieling from above feeling whole and well again.

Stone set himself on the edge of the bed then gazed around.

Where was he?

This wasn't his starfire for sure.

The scenery reminded him of the tours aboard the reconstructed Jupiter 2 that were given by the humans relaying its history and where the crew of it once thrived in. Once, but their bodies had never been found and their belongings had been difficult as it was to find. It was a simple square room. He stood up to his feet then looked over to find that his bed was a---his memory jumped to the moment where the tour guide pressed a button then watched the bed go up. Stone pressed the same button watching the uncovered bed go come back down before his eyes. If Stone were in the Jupiter 2 then the Academy had to be on Alpha Centauri's Gemma where the reconstruction was at.

But the planetoid had been in the Alvereze system for the massive graduation and it was too far away from Alpha Centauri system. Nothing was adding up in the most logical sense. But if Stone were on the second planet aboard the Jupiter 2 then it meant that he had to get off the ship before becoming part of its history or its demise. Or telling them prematurely of a untimely fate that called for the Jupiter 2 to leave the planet it was on and head toward deep space. There were several theories on how they got to that point. Theories that seemed reasonable for space colonists leaving for their safety or retrieve one of their own. Stone looked over to see a table that had a fresh set of clothes on it. Even going on to looking down observing his figure then gazed up with a roll of his eyes finished by a annoyed sigh. Sometimes the natural process of healing was very annoying. Stone rubbed his shoulders feeling the cold settling in.

He put on the still fresh, warm outfit then moved toward the door and found that it was locked. He reached his hand back eying at the door bending his index finger focusing hard on it. He slipped his index finger up then there was a click. Stone carefully opened the door then moved his way toward the ladder ever so quietly after closing the door behind him and locking it up. He climbed up the ladder, firm and hard and cold to his fingertips.

He made it to the top of the bridge. There were two chairs in front of the large windows. There was a old tape recorder on the wall from across. He moved his way toward the door looking around ever so warily. It was certain that nobody was watching. And yet, the hard worn wariness ingrained into the deputy commander proved to be strong. Wariness that came with its own costs chasing after the man who forced his people off their native planet and evading the traps set for him.