conversations: human
conversations:  Azur was hurt.
    Azur was wounded.
    Azur was injured.
    Azur was astounded.
    Azur was surprised.
    Azur was afraid.
    Azur was Horrified.
  
  The sky had fallen. A fiery, molted mass crashed into the Aaar Forest, turning it into a flamming hell. The trees were suffering. They were crying into the air. Their screams of dust and ashes spread towards the horizon with the wind.
  
  A wind of Change.
  
  What it meant he didn't know. But that wasn't important.
  He had to show.
  He had to tell.
  He had to explain the Aaar pain to all.
  That injury was etched into him.
  He hurt. He was Aaar, and he was hurt.
  
  Something new was burning inside him.
  For the first time he run.
  For the first time since the begining Aaar was left without its guardian.
conversations: protheuz:
conversations: human
conversations:  2 hours earlier
  
      
   First the explosion.
  Them the sirens start.
  Around all the ship emergency protocols start taking place. Risk minimization was the most important thing.
  
  From some places emergency pods are launched into the atmosphere.
  
     
  
  In the Ventral dorm, the crew is awaken from hypersleep, amidst electrical storms, red lights loud horns, sirens, emergency sounds and explosions.
  
   To all besides Rose:
   You vomit the liquid that was inside your lungs and are disoriented.
  
   To    Z eta 826 "Rose":
   Your processor reboots. Again. At least it seems so. The memory coils inside your "brain" are somewhat inacessible. Your synthetic muscles don't respond.  They start to slowly.
conversations: protheuz:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tilda  just manages to put her head out of the chamber before hurling, still spraying the jumpsuit they were wearing for the transfer. Finally, she coughs and tries to get up. She moves clumsily, her body still half-asleep, and her brain overstimulated by being shoved back into reality from the cryosleep, and the load of alerts and other signs of danger. She presses her eyes together, and tries again pushing herself up, succeeds and glances around to grasp the current situation.  "DE-."  another cough, then a second try, this time with a more firm voice.  "DEBRA! What's happening?"  She called out to the voice-controlled information system of the ship, that was supposed to answer to her calling it "DEBRA". Meanwhile she stumbles over to the next cryo-chamber, nearly tripping over, to check the state of the vomiting person there.
conversations: Blinkbear:
conversations: human
conversations:  Kumiko Osugawa 
   Kumiko  awakes from the cryosleep like a slumbering bear. Calmly waiting until the lid of her chamber opens, attempting to process the situation before stepping out still fully clad in her armor. "It's not recommended to wear armor inside the chamber during the process, it can damage your tissue..." The engineer told her as she prepared to enter back on Earth. But she waived aside his concerns for her health, knowing full well she could handle the discomfort involved.
  
  Struggling past her muscle weakness and slight disorientation she removes her helmet and vomits up the liquid from her lungs into the container next to her pod, if she wasn't genetically enhanced she'd never make it to the container. She'd end up vomiting on the floor like most everyone else, cryosleep really was poorly designed.
  
   Truth is she wanted her armor on because she had to be prepared. She had to be ready for any circumstance, and it seems her intuition didn't fail her. Her skin burned with a dull pain like fire but her suit told her it was nothing serious, a side effect of going under in armor.
  
  Then she springs into action as best she currently can. Donning her helmet once again she wills herself to ignore the disorientation and begins rallying the other crew as she helps them out of their pods,  "Come on! Hurry up! This is an emergency, follow plan of action Zeta 342! Get to your stations!" 
conversations: SchwhatNow:
conversations: human
conversations:  Rose boots, slowly for a robot, taking roughly 30 seconds. She jerks into motion, thoughts a rapid-fire chain.    Crew in danger-unknown emergency-atmosphere breathable-hostile lifeforms absent-mechanical failure probable-assess situation    She crawls forward, testing each limb before standing. She looks around to identify her location -corruption in memory banks likely- and to spot any crew.
conversations: Eldest:
conversations: human
conversations:  Reynold Hughes  pops out of the cyro tank, fists raised and at the ready. His head is swimming, fists are bobbing, vision blurring. Just like the old days in the pub.  "Whose ther..."  is all he gets out before his words are replaced with liquid. He collapses to the floor just outside the tank, coughing and sputtering. He groans and crawls along the floor, trying to get his head to stop spinning. He leans up against another tank, and jumps in surprise when it opens, ejecting another disoriented, spewing lifeform. The surprise dislodges the last remaining remnant of liquid from his lungs, and coughing one last time his head begins to clear. He stands up, and finally notices the flashing lights and blaring alarms.  "Well this can't be good..." 
conversations: DeltaK:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ford shoves his way out of the cryo-pod along with Dog, the pair of them retching the vile fluid that had filled the pods out of their lungs. He lashes out with a kick, wincing as his unbooted foot hits the hard metal of the pods frame, but succeeds in moving the lid to the pod far enough out of the way for both himself and Dog to scramble out and fall to the floor.  "Mackrell is clear!"  he gasps.  "Can anyone see people still stuck in their frellin' pods?" 
conversations: DoctorFaust:
conversations: human
conversations:  Looking around, the scenario is one of destruction. In the ceiling the refrigeration pipes are broken and clouds of cold steam pour out of them. The central computer that controls the cryosleep process seems broken as electrical arcs jump from it towards the air.
  
  Smoke from other compartments enter through cracks and under the door.
  
  Around you several people are down in the ground still disoriented from the ordeal. As memories start coming back you know that this Cryo hold, has 16 places.
  
  There is another hold down two levels in the ship.
  
  DEBRA is silent and doesn’t answer any voice.
  
  All the 16 chambers are open but only six of you are out. Four moving, two still unscounscious.
  
   To Rose
   You’re in the power chamber, near the massive ship’s engines motivators. The central engineering bay is near and to the sides there are the escape pods. Above and below there are the crew chambers.
conversations: protheuz:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tilda  quickly crouches next to the disoriented, bracing herself by putting one knee on the floor. She still tries to shake off her own disorientation, when she checks the subjects for important life functions, putting them in better positions if required. After all, being ripped out of cryo without following the exact procedures was dangerous.  "You go and find out what's going on, I'll tend to them."  In that moment, she was not sure if the mentioned protocol wanted her to tend to those people or go to sickbay or whatnot, it was just too much to process.  "See if you can enable the emergency intercom!"  When she's done by the people on the floor, she continues to those in the chambers. Apparently, she has chosen the approach where you first help those who can be "easily fixed", so that they can support further tasks.
conversations: Blinkbear:
conversations: human
conversations:  Spoiler: Rolling for First Aid 
  
  Dice pool 6, compatible trait -&gt; 7. Rolling 5 dice.
   (5d6)[ 5 ][ 5 ][ 5 ][ 1 ][ 5 ](21) 
  Dice pool stays 6 (gaining one, losing one).
   
conversations: Blinkbear:
conversations: human
conversations:  After a quick examination,  Tilda  rushes over to the wall compartment, punching against the mechanism to release the simple first aid kit. For most of the others all help would be too late. But one would most definitely make it, while the other's life signals were very weak. A moment later, she kneels next to the weaker patient. Her finger glide through the rudimentary equipment in quiet routine, retrieving the combitube, as they had done in several simulations, and also in a considerably smaller number of real events. She takes a short moment to focus herself, and then starts the intubation process, followed by CPR.   Come on.   She doesn't feel the sweat trickling down her face, fully focused on her task, the outside world completely shut off her mind.   Breath!  
  
  Minutes later, she sits leaned against one of the cryo chambers, panting, exhausted, sweat running down her face, still unable to grasp the complete situation. But at least she had just saved a life. The two survivors were stable.
conversations: Blinkbear:
conversations: human
conversations:  Rose strides towards the bottom crew compartment, having more crew there were more likely to be survivors. She checks on the way on the escape pods, making sure that they were unobstructed and not taken.
conversations: Eldest: