Alright, since others are doing this I will post my first page ^_^ (All input appreciated)
A shudder, a whirr. Ice cracks, water evaporates; you awake.
As the capsule's door whirrs to the side, you feel a terrible wave of heat as you try to get out.
Then, a familiar icy cold surfaces as something sounding like ice cracks; and youshiver out of your cell.
You stretch out your underwear (the only thing you're clothed in at the moment) and blink several times so
you can reorient yourself to yoursurroundings once more. Filled with MIDI displays, flashing lights, several Cryo-Capsules already opened, some of your crew mates are still sleeping.
"Glad you are a wake, sir. It's been another 500 years"
The flashing monitor of the console speaks out in an elegant and soothing female voice.
It could've been set on another voice, Randy wanted it to sound like Mr. T,
but the rest of the crew agreed that a soothing female voice was the way to go in the sausage fest that is your ship,
the S.S. Armed-Conflict. It wasn't a combat ship, rather an Explorer-class ship, but your veteran-pilot has a thing with
weapons, so there you have it.
But yes... It has been another 500 years in space. How long have you been on this godforsaken ship?
Thousands of years by now, though you yourself haven't aged much;Cryogenic Suspension certainly
helped with that. You've certainly spent most of your time sleeping, waking up every
several centuries to see what's going on outside. In fact,after this particular sleep, it appears that
you have forgotten why you're
on the this ship in the first place!
Refer to the console. Reading system log should jog your memory
Wake your sleeping crew-mates, it's always a good thing to have everyone on the same page
Or, perhaps, you should get some clothes on first