A loose bolt on one of the ship's cryofreeze pods slipped, causing a cooling tube to malfunction.  The pod vibrated as it sensed something was wrong, and in the emergency, the pod deactivated and opened up, allowing its passenger to be free.<br/><br/>Arnest awoke in a daze, though he was very much used to it by now.  The man in his late 20s with shoulder length golden hair and utterly vibrant blue eyes emerged from the pod, groaning as he slipped up and over the edge, his naked body slamming into the plastered floor of the holding room.<br/><br/>He was relatively well built with a slightly slimmer body, though it was mainly due more to his reliance on his intellect than his body strength.  The freezing effects started to settle down and he gathered himself.  "Hm... alone..." he noticed.  This never happened, as there were always guards when he woke up.  Perhaps he was just lucky enough to have had a malfunction... though he peered around and quickly hid behind a metallic crate of supplies as he knew very well the pod had sent a distress signal to the all female crew.