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Futuristic Pathfinder Eclipse

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Act 1; Arrival to M83
Main Roleplay| Lore | Characters | Q&A

A QUIET ARRIVAL
Notes:
◉Upon waking up, a doctor will check your vitals and perform response tests to ensure that you are not suffering from any withdrawals from the trip.

◉Waking up nauseous is as common as one who gets motion sickness.

◉Water, juice, tea or coffee is offered to all who wake up, and is provided by the Synthetics.

◉You are not permitted to eat. Though you may ask, you will be refused.

◉There are many synthetics aboard the ship, so feel free to name them as you please.
Whether it was day or night was unclear aboard the Eclipse. The gargantuan colonist ship cruised through deep space in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by the things that were lacking. If there had been a wind, it would have sighed through the trees and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves; but there were no trees, or leaves, or even air present outside the ship. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of workers, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, chatter and laughter one might expect to hear after so many decades kept in cro-sleep. If there had been music... but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained.

Inside the Cryo Bay a pair of synthetic androids bustled about the computers and machinery. They worked with quiet determination, avoiding any talk or gossip that would likely be reprimanded by superiors if they were to check their audio logs - the possibility of being behind schedule due to such a human-like behaviour was unseemly for an Initiative Synth, who each prided themselves in their performance and work ethic. In doing this, they added a small, sullen silence to the larger, hollow one. It made an alloy of sorts, a counterpoint.

The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it in the floor underfoot and in the rough, splintering crates set in storage. It was in the weight of the shifting gravity as the ship passed into the Hydra Constellation. It was in the slow back and forth of a soaked sponge mop along the last stretched of a dusty corridor. And it all shattered at once, broken by the electronic hum of machines whirring to life as power flickered on through the station. Machines, one by one, began to hoist down cryo-pods and move them carefully into the waiting medical bay just passed the floor-to-ceiling automatic doors.

The first to wake were the doctors, who allowed the synths to examine them. Once they were cleared to work, and the effects of cryo-sleep had worn off to a manageable degree, the doctors moved to help others out of their pods. First the leaders, security, and scientists - those who were of 'top priority' - before finally it was time to wake the Pathfinders. To wake you.


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