ALIEN: Isolation

We get in. We get out.

Ripley woke up, feeling drowsy and very abnormal indeed. She had just spent the past two days in hypersleep, and the ship was due to reach Sevastopol in ten minutes. The dome-like glass that covered her padded sleeping capsule slowly raised itself into the air.

Ripley's vision slowly came into focus, and she began to look around. She was wearing nothing but a white sports bra and white underwear, as hypersleep can only be acheived wearing as little clothing as possible.

Amanda got up, slowly, out of her capsule and looked around. There was nobody else in the room with her, and the computer monitors seated in front of each capsule all read 'signed in' indicating everybody had woken up before her.

Ripley walked over to her computer terminal and typed in her name, before entering a ten figure password. The screen made a whirring noise, before the words 'signed in' appeared on the screen, joining the others.

Ripley walked out of the capsule room, rubbing her eyes, before making the short trip down the corridor, and into the quarters. It was empty in here, too. Everyone must have been in the dining room. Amanda had a quick shower, before changing into her standard grey coveralls and boots, before exiting out the right hand door, and entering the med bay.

Samuels was standing at a table, pattering around with some tweezers. Ripley had no clue what Samuels was doing, so she just ignored it. Samuels noticed Ripley was in there with him, so he turned around and began speaking to her.

'Ah, Ripley, you're awake!' he said.

'Yeah,' Amanda said back, 'Have you seen Taylor anywhere?'

'Yes, of course,' replied Samuels, 'She's in the dining room. She seems a little nervous, you might want to, I dunno, console her or something. I think the whole space travel thing concerns her,' he said, smiling.

Ripley chuckled a little, before leaving the room, and walking down the hallway to the dining room. She entered the door to the room, where she saw Taylor sitting at the table. Ripley noticed a bowl of half-eaten cerial on the table, that looked as though it had been there for a while.

'Morning,' said Ripley, fetching herself a bowl.

'Ripley, it certainly isn't good,' said Taylor in a savage tone, 'and I very much doubt it's morning either.'

Nina noticed how taken aback Ripley was. She sighed.

'Sorry,' she said, 'Hypersleep's a nightmare, I don't know how you people put up with it.'

Ripley smiled a little at this. Taylor was certainly a character.

'You get used to it,' she said, sitting down across from Taylor.

'I don't do long hauls often,' said Taylor. 'Usually the furthest Junior execs travel is the coffee machine.'

Amanda bobbed her head a little, swallowing some cerial before talking. 'I'm surprised Yutani had to send Legal at all.'

'The loss of the Nostromo cost the company a lot of money,' said Nina defensively,  'It's important we find out what happened. If I can close the case with a conclusive accident report, it'll look great for my superiors.'

Nina noticed that Ripley frowned as she said this, so added 'I'm sorry. That was so insensitive. I mean, I realise your mother has been missing for fifteen years, and-'

Ripley cut her off. 'It's okay,' she said, finishing her last gulp of cerial. She stood up, putting her bowl in the sink. 'We'll both get what we want, right?'

'Uh... have you seen Samuels? He's probably been up for hours' said Taylor, clearly trying to change the subject. Ripley felt almost sorry for her now, so she tried to answer Taylor's question. Before she could start, however, the voice of Captain Verlaine blared over the loudspeakers.

'All personnel to the bridge, approaching Sevastopol Station,'

'Looks like we're up,' said Ripley, making her way to the door, as Nina slowly got up from her seat. The two walked through the sliding door onto the bridge, where Verlaine stood on the platform in front of the monitors. Samuels came in the door behind Nina and Amanda, before Verlaine began to speak.

'Hope you all had a restful journey,' she said.

'The Torrens is in very good order for an old M-class, captain,' said Samuels.

'She was a wreck when I bought her,' Verlaine replied, 'took quite a number of years, and one helluva lot of contracts to get her back to fighting fit health. She pays for herself, now.'

'You said we're approaching Sevastopol station,' said Nina, getting things back on track. 'Are we docking?'

'I believe your contact is a Marshall Wades, is that right,' replied Verlaine. 'I'll hail Sevastopol and arrange boarding with him.'

'Good,' replied Taylor. 'Let's get this done.'

Verlaine rolled her eyes. 'Don't worry miss taylor,' she said. 'Routine. In and out.' Verlaine called up to the front.

'Tommy, how we doin'' she yelled to the now very awake pilot.

'Dials orchestrated, approaching the station. Vector keys locked.' Ripley had absolutely no idea what that meant, and she was pretty sure nobody but Verlaine and the pilot did either, but she assumed it was a good thing.

'Alright,' said Verlaine. 'Prep comms so I can say hello.'

The pilot called back. 'Channel open, captain.'

'Does everyone have their briefing documents?' asked Samuels. Everyone did, apparently, except Ripley, of course. Ripley walked up to the platform, and grabbed some papers. There was nothing really all that interesting on them. Just paragraphs and paragraphs of useless info. Basically, all the documents said were 'We go in. We get the box. We get out. We leave.'

Just more useless babble.