Futuristic Prehistoric Planet (Planet Colony - RP Thread)

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Kenna

Mood: Alert and ready to get to work

Location: Ship Cryo-Chamber

Interactions: Open

Heartbeats. Seven years in hyperspace felt like heartbeats. As the world began to form around her once more, her senses waking up and reacquainting themselves with the rest of her body Kenna couldn’t help but wonder for a moment if time had really passed. The bitter cold that clung to her nose and lips soon assured her that the cryostasis had in fact gone into effect and now her unchanged body was awakening to a completely changed world. Thick lashes fluttered open slightly, chips of frost falling from the corners as her glacial gaze adjusted to the dim lights of the cryo chamber. She had programmed this section of the ship to slowly increase in brightness over the next half hour in order to give her fellow passengers and herself the necessary amount of time to become accustomed to the light again.

Slowly Kenna began to move her neck, her shoulders, then the rest of her body. If one wasn’t careful when coming out of cryosleep they could all too easily injure themselves by moving too quickly when their limbs were still regaining proper sensation. Glancing to her right she spotted a youngster with dark hair to match hers and eyes only a shade or two darker than her own beginning to try and pick his way out of the cryopod. “Give it time Scout.” She voiced the warning though her vocal cords released the sound with a thicker rasp than she normally found laced into her words. Another side effect of the cryostasis.

Clearly not wanting to listen to his older sister the young boy began to step out of his pod and almost instantly he flopped to the ground, his leg not yet stable enough to hold him. “Should have listened to me.” She sighed as she took her own experimental step out of the cryopod and luckily found herself successful where her little brother had unfortunately failed. Three steps towards her brother and she knelt down to look him over. Kenna was far from a medical professional but at least on the surface the young boy looked to be perfectly healthy despite the fall. “Anything broken? Did you hit your head?” She asked him with gentle concern in her icy gaze. Soundlessly the young boy shook his head and held his hand out to his older sister in a wordless plea for help to stand. Rising off of her knees Kenna extended her robotic arm to him and carefully wrapped her hand around his, pulling him to his feet and making sure he stayed that way this time.

Once Scout had truly found his footing Kenna turned her attention to the space around her where others were beginning to emerge from their cryopods. She remembered from the readings that it was possible some might end up feeling ill or woozy from the stasis and was grateful that both she and Scout had managed to avoid any unpleasant side effects. Lifting her arm to check the ship's status report she did a quick but thorough scan to ensure everything was still online and functioning as it should be. If something had happened during cryo she would have been awoken but still, she knew it would be best to be safe rather than sorry in the event a chamber was compromised without alerting her pod. Beside he,r another individual was beginning to emerge from their pod though it seemed that the cryosleep side effects were affecting them with a slightly heavier hand as they swayed on their feet. Rushing over Kenna caught them before they could crash to the ground like Scout had and used her body to prop the poor soul up. “You alright? Need me to try and flag down a medic?”

code by Stardust Galaxy

 

[Hesoj_Yarwar]

In...
And out.
In...
And out.


The time had finally come, where Jacob had to face the part of this expedition he was least looking forward to, most worried about, most... Afraid of.​

Cryosleep.

Sure, in recent years, the technology had been prioritized, highly refined and developed, such that the fatality rate was exceedingly low.
But it was never zero.
As a child, Jacob remembered hearing stories about people that refused to even entertain the idea of going to space, to being put into cryosleep, or doing any number of other procedures that were considered safe, and he'd thought it silly at the time.
Now, laying in his pod, getting hooked up to apparatuses that would keep his organs intact while he was sleeping and monitor his vitals, that domed door hovering him... He understood.

It felt like a coffin.

Not Like I can back out now... He chided himself, even if I could, who'd want to spend the next seven years alone.
​

His body was still trying to panic and hyperventilate, in-spite of the self-degrading pep-talk.
On the upside... As the door closed and a gas designed to ease him into unconsciousness filled the chamber... The semi-panicked breathing meant more of the gas got into his lungs and put him down for his seven year nap fairly quickly.


Seven years had passed, yet to Jacob, it seemed only a moment.
And, unfortunately, his panicked brain agreed.
He should have been reassured that he was awake again, that he'd survived the trip, but in that moment, he wasn't processing his situation as an intellectual.
The Panic caused him to inhale sharply as soon as he was awake, which alerted him to the fact that his lungs were still filled with the fluid that kept them from forming dangerous ice-cycles during stasis, which panicked him more.
His hand reached out for the door, pressing against it, his frosted eyes wide and scanning for an escape.
It hurt, it burned.

Slowly, his brain started to catch up, and he realized... He'd made it. He survived cryosleep, and there was no longer any real danger.
The machine repressurized and the door opened, and he started trying to control his breathing.
Nonetheless, you were supposed to take it easy, coming out of cryo; panicked hyperventilating and thrashing were not recommended.
As the door opened, he tried to sit up, and his legs instantly gave way, and he fell forward into someone else.
Jacob shivered, his stomach turned, and the room seemed like it was spinning.

Never again. I don't ever want to be frozen, ever again.​

Teeth clattering, he heard the question and hesitated; did he need a doctor? It probably wasn't a bad idea.

"Please... Can I lay down for a moment?"
​

Glancing up to see who his rescuer was, Jacob locked eyes with the Head Engineer, Kenna.
If he could blush right now, it would go all the way to his ears.
He'd spent a lot of time corresponding with her in the months leading up to their departure, and they'd struck up a fun, albeit professional, friendship. When he'd first come on the ship and seen her in person... Well, he felt ill-prepared for how attractive he found her.

"Oh... H-Hey you... Guess you came out all right, yeah?" ​

 

[Hiuly of Starmoon]

The first thing she could feel was an icy cold all over her body. Wait. Cold?? Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at the ceiling of the coffin-like pod. She should have expected it. The cold, the immobility, the unnatural stillness—Cryosleep wasn’t designed for fragile lungs like hers, but there was no point in complaining. There wasn't one before she entered, and now, since it was over, none either. Her limbs felt heavy as she tried to move them, but she managed to bring her hand up in front of her to see a small layer of ice covering her skin. Keagan's breath hitched for a moment and she reminded herself to try to keep it as level as possible to not make it worse, but she couldn't help her wandering thoughts. Especially the disappointment at the Cryosleep. This was the first time in her life where she managed to sleep for hours without waking up and also here she ended up feeling like she was hit by a truck. Keagan sighed, hearing the ever-present faint whistle of her lungs, but that was already too much for her lungs to handle. Her chest tightened, the pain spreading like a vice, and each cough tore at her lungs, only making the struggle worse. She knew what would come next: the gross, familiar sensation of mucus rising, her lungs desperate for air. And of course, Keagan should have known the moment she'd get out of Cryosleep, her lungs would stop working. And the fluid keeping ice forming in her lungs, which was still inside of her definitely wasn't helping either.

Her hand brushed against a small bag. Right. She remembered that the people working there had given it to her in case her lungs were acting up when she woke up. The movement already second-nature to her by now - inhale, count, exhale. A ritual as familiar as breathing, but reminding her each time how fragile it all was. She brought the small device to her mouth and pressed down on the top. Inhale. Wait... one...two...three... four... five. Exhale. The tightness eased a bit, which Keagan was glad about. But before she could redo the process, the lid to her pod opens and she put the small inhaler back in her bag. She didn't necessarily had to hide it, but she preferred it that way. She didn't want to be treated differently, and, Xypherions also didn't have weaknesses, and asthma was definitely a weakness. Besides, wherever they end up being, it might actually also be a liability, so it was better to not say anything and pretend everything was fine.

She heard a few voices coming from her left, and glancing over, she could recognize they were the Head Carpenter and the Lead Engineer. They had briefly spoken before falling asleep. It still amazed Keagan that they just had been asleep for 7 years, yet it felt as if it was yesterday. She stayed there for a moment longer, knowing she shouldn't push herself too fast after waking up. However, she also knew that she had to go say hello. At the very least to keep up appearances and to be polite. She took as deep of a breath as she could without it hurting, before pushing off the pod bed and onto her feet. She needed a moment to find her balance, but she quickly managed to be able to regularly walk. After all, she was used to being slightly lightheaded at all times, no thanks to her medication, and was therefore kind of used to the sensation now.

Good morning," she announced, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest and the ever-present jitteriness from her medication. She raised a brow at the Head Carpenter lying flat on the floor. "Rough wake-up, Mr. Cullens? Or are you testing the comfort of the ground?"

 

[TheHumanFloyd]

Mr Schirmer woke from the stasis. In those twilight moments of consciousness between hibernation and waking in the orbit of a new world he was Andrew, but when the layers of awareness began to build, he became Mr Schirmer, and rose from the pod. Intense pain flared in his arms, shoulders, neck, and head. He clutched the edge of the pod and closed his eyes, taking long, shuddering breaths. Utilizing techniques he had practiced his whole life, Mr Schirmer allowed the pain to fill him, embracing it and observing every centimeter of its fire within him, embracing it. Thanking it. Tension eased as he breathed it out. Over and over until he began to feel grounded, despite the continued throbbing.

Rolf rose from the pod beside him. The boy was young and strong, and seemed alright. Mr Schirmer rarely had to worry about his son.

After taking his medication and putting on his dark rimmed glasses, Mr Schirmer carefully rose to his feet, standing in the belly of their great starship surrounded by dozens of other cryopods. The colonists rose from their long rest like the dead from their tombs, slowly reanimating with a second chance of life. For some, it wasn't an entirely seamless transition.

Mr Schirmer watched the group nearby. A man with brownish-orange hair and a fluffy beard had fallen but was caught by the Head Engineer, Kennedy Morvo. He looked like he hadn't taken well to the statis. His face was bright red, but by the young man's expression Mr Schirmer wondered if that had more to do with being in the arms of Miss Morvo. He recognized Keagan of the Xypherion lineage and smirked at her wisecrack comment about 'testing the comfort of the ground'.

The luminosity slowly increased as the frost on Schirmer's body began to melt. He exchanged a quick grin with his son before Rolf went off to find his friends. They were here. They made it.

As they began to come back to life, some of the colonists chattered excitedly. Mr Schirmer remained where he was and cautiously stretched his body, waiting for the meditation to take some of the pain away. He was not going to initiate any idle conversation and was content for now to focus on waking his body up.