The ship was shaped like a smooth stone you might skip over water, dotted with dark vents that must have glowed when it was functional. All in all, roughly 55 feet long, about 33 feet wide, and perhaps 16 feet deep. Not large. But then, it hadn't been meant to go far, or carry more than a small crew. It had failed, even at that duty. Mostly. When it had crashed, it had augered into a pre-existing canyon, scraping along between sloped walls of jagged rock up until it had spent its mimentum and become throughly stuck. Over the next one-and-a-half thousand years, it had stayed there, no one onboard alive..... But not entirely filled with the dead. In the ship's center, half a dozen cryopods sat anchored to a tiny backup powercore. Damaged by the crash, but not destroyed, it continued to trickle power to the cryopods, and kept their occupants in a frozen middle-state between life and death. But the battered exterior of the ship had not faired so well, and, for 1,600 years, water trickled in through cracks in the metal, drop by drop. It wasn't much, and, indeed, after a millenia and a half, the runnoff from the canyon's top had succeeded in filling only a small fraction of the ship, but it was enough to disrupt the back up power-core.... And slowly, ever so slowly, it fizzled out.... Until the core could no longer support the pods. Emergency thawing protocals were enacted.... One after another, each fogged-over lid's pressure-seal popped, steam rising from the gap between glass and metal, as the beings within gradually came to....
A male would gasp and look around "WHAT THE HELL?!" He says looking around in a shock and trying to gather himself
The cryogenic pod next to the confused first-to-wake rattled with heavy coughing, and, abruptly, a head of extremely long, messy auburn hair swung up into view. The face underneath the hair was mostly veiled, by a combination of obscuring red locks, clinging fog, and two pale, bony fists balled up close to where the mouth would have been, covering it as the figure continued to cough.
Eva fell out of her pod. hard. Something must've happened to the position of her pod, perhaps when the ship crashed, as it was tipped forward... forward enough so that when the pressure seal released, she'd instantly fall flat on her face. She cringed in pain. 'It didn't hurt for a few seconds there... maybe it would've stopped if I hadn't of hit my head like that...' She raised herself ever so slightly off the ground, It was dark, only the emergency lights lit the ship, so it was hard adjusting her vision, especially with the growing headache. 'Painkillers... I need the painkillers... If they threw me on this ship, they should know to of stocked the painkillers' she said, slowly getting up completely off the floor, stumbling. 'they...? Who were they again?' She thought to herself, suddenly confused.
"Huh?" He says looking at the new two people "Who are you two?!" He growls cautious and annoyed with a small headache
The red-haired figure gasped in surprise, stepping free of her pod as Eva fell, and sunk into a wary hunch with a soft pit-pat, for her feet were apparently bare, (it was not easy to tell, because she wore a long, clinical-looking white medical gown, and the fog of the thawing-process obscured what little of her ankles and feet the white fabric did not) and briefly stared with a mix of what looked like anger and fear at Zio, her extremely wide honey-colored eyes just visible through the disheveled canopy of her hip-length hair. The look flashed to Eva briefly, and then the woman turned rather unsteadily, breath rough, and fled, using her hands to grip the doorway at the far end of the room and pull herself through, hair and gown disappearing around the corner and into some other area of the ship.
"Hey who turned out the lights?" asked a soft faint female voice as the owner of the voice slowly pulled herself out of her pod, her pink hair falling over her exposed shoulders and collar. Her feet made a light tapping noise as she stepped out and onto the floor of the crashed ship. She immediately searched the small pocket on her skirt, only to find nothing "Does anyone have a hairbinder by chance?"
One of the pods popped open, and a male figure lurched up, coughing and hacking for a moment. "Wh- wher-- *cough* What's happening?"
Eva looked over at the girl who had just asked the question, and smiled softly, pulling out her hair tie, letting her own wild hair fall to her shoulders. "Would this work?" she said, tossing it over to her. I likely don't need to be wearing something like that anyway, with the headache...
Ava's pod opened, and she opened her eye before staring at the ceiling for the longest time. She was startled by the sounds of the others waking up. She eventually raised both her legs in the air, and then rolled over, out of the pod, landing on her legs.
Zio hearing the knocking would rush towards the sounds and calm down. After a while he would then punch the lock and, watch the door fling open "Are you alright?"
The inhuman would clamber out of his of pod and look over at the others. "How long have we been out..?"
Elsewhere, at the door to the cargo hold, Max gestured sharply, still breathing roughly, and the sealed metal doors warped inwards and tore off their hinges like tissue-paper, compacting down onto the floor. The whole process causes the ship to lurch with a muffled groan, and then be filled with a tremendous metallic shriek as the metal was crushed and rent. Breathing deeply and deliberately to steady her body, Max stepped through the door way, and began to search the cargo-hold for something that was vital to her in particular.
Trish caught the hair tie and looked to Eva with a smile,"Thanks mate, I really appreciate it." Trish pulled back her hair proceeded to tie it in the back into a pony tail that reaches to her exposed shoulders blades.
Eva smiled. "No Problem." She then walked out the door, wondering where that tall girl, the only one who was around her own height, had gone... Well, that was the secondary motive. Painkillers were the prime focus. She eventually found the girl going through the cargo hold. "You uh... You need some help finding something?"
Max tensed, crouched over an opened bag, and straightened up, holding a bottle of medication-glyphs in one thin white hand. For a split second, as she stood straight and alarmed at the other girl's presence, Max was almost inhumanly tall, beating the already towering Eva out by nearly half a foot.... But then she relaxed, and settled back into a slumped, slightly tilted stance that put her several inches shorter than the much heavier, pink-haired girl. "....I have what I need." Her voice was slightly low, whispery, and cracked a bit on sharper consonants. Facing the other girl at all times, eyes distrustful behind their curtain of hair, Max sidled back around Eva and out of the cargo-hold.
Eva was taken aback by the Max's appearance, how sickly and frail the girl in front of her appeared, on top of how tense she appeared. Eva had the urge to embrace her, and activate her power, easing whatever was wrong with the girl... but decided against it. She'd gotten punched in the face far too many times for doing what she percieved as a kind gesture. Personal boundaries, remember personal boundaries. "That's nice. What's yo-" Max slipped past her and out the door before Eva could finish her sentence. "Ah... Alright then." she said, suddenly clutching her head. The pain's getting bad again. She began to file through some of the crates herself, looking for the painkillers, and eventually found a bottle... only to turn it over and find it had been expired for centuries. She sighed deeply. Why couldn't they of put the pills in the Cryo-storage with me...
Max had no such issues. Her medication was prone to degeneration to begin with, so the bulky bottle it came in was essentially vacuum-sealed, and treated to render all chemical actions inert and impossible. For lack of better words, what was inside could not begin to go bad so long as it remained within the bottle. The exterior of the container, however, had not faired so well. The label had peeled and faded, and Max almost hadn't recognized it as hers. The bulky shape and size of the container, however, was fairly unique to her medication. She rubbed at the age-spotted, brittle plastic of the outer container. ....The group had obviously been out for a while. Max stood off to the side in the corridor, thinking briefly, and suppressing another bout of coughing.
The smoke clearing from around his pod, a tall, lanky figure seemingly unfolded from where he had been entombed in the wall... and promptly stumbled over the edge of his pod. He quietly surveyed the others, waiting to see if he was noticed.
