First Lieutenant Jonn Ah'Lerno woke up.<br/><br/>Years of experience had imprinted into his mind to keep still and wait.  He may not know why he has to keep still, or who he is or why he's suddenly being bombarded with all this raw information.  But just like a newborn baby knows to reach for her mother's breast in her first moments, Jonn knew he should keep still and wait.<br/><br/>It didn't take long.  Slowly, information returned to him.  Once he could recite his name, serial number, and favorite book ("Seedlings of Corporate Democracy: A Detailed History"), he pushed against the interior of the cryotube.  The smooth metal hatch hissed open, and his cool skin was suddenly assaulted with relatively hot and humid air.  He blinked several times, then calmly stepped out.  The freezer burn barely bothered him, or at least he didn't show that it did.  He was tall and skinny, his body the naval prime: long, flexible, and firm, perfect for quickly manuevering about a zero-gee environment.  Whereas clodhoppers benefited from brute strength, navy personnel were at their best with a slim and acrobatic figure.  Extra muscle tended to get flabby in microgravity.<br/><br/>Speaking of gravity, there was some, generated by the ship's rotation.  Not much, maybe half a gee, but thats all one needed to get dressed.  Jonn pulled a perfectly folded naval uniform from his locker, inspected it for any wrinkles or blemishes.  Once he was satisfied, he donned the three piece suit.  Light blue pants, a matching shirt, and a dark blue, almost purple, sash that crossed across his thin chest, indication of his rank.<br/><br/>As he dressed, Jonn watched the others.  Several civilians had been allocated to this room for the trip after a few of the pods in the nonmilitary cryo bays had malfunctioned.  He enjoyed watching the more inexperienced ones stumble about in cryo fatigue, wincing at the freezer burn and taking baby steps when they realized their brain no longer had an up or down.  Jonn had the same problems, sure, but he was an experienced navyman, and knew how to cope.<br/><br/>Corpsmen, having been thawed out several hours earlier, moved between the people, taking a small blood sample, checking pupil dilation, and examining the extent of the freezer burn.  Jonn patiently allowed them to examine him, knowing they would find nothing abnormal.<br/><br/>Further down the room the rest of the officers had thawed out.  Most of them were bridge personnel, but there were a smattering of pilots, engineers, and other important crew members.  They slowly filtered down the long and narrow room, some still walking with a noticeable lilt in their step.  As was protocol, they awaited the Captain's debriefing.  Jonn stepped away from the wall of cryo tubes, falling in behind the chief engineer and joining the throng.<br/><br/>His expression, from the moment he woke from cryosleep to when he awaited debriefing, did not change.  He didn't look tired, or happy, or excited for this new adventure.<br/><br/>Jonn looked bored.<br/><br/><div align="center">*   *   *</div><br/>Raine, however, looked thrilled.  A few minutes earlier, right before the medics arrived, she had been worried, suddenly convinced that she had screwed the pooch big time.  Leaving her comfortable module on Luna to settle a wild and unexplored planet?  What the<em>fuck</em>had she been thinking?<br/><br/>But now she remembered.  Her dry lips curved into a contented smirk.  Of course, her comfortable module on Luna was a pisser of an arrangement, her job was going nowhere, and if any of those rumors about the Company were true....<br/><br/>Yup, she had definitely made the right choice signing up for this expedition.  As a medic, a very pretty Filipino woman with a short ponytail, tapped out a vein in her left arm, Raine once again felt the thrill of accomplishment when she had experienced when confirmation of her acceptance into the expedition had arrived.  They had even sent it physically, on<em>paper</em>!  It must have cost a fortune.  She had it framed somewhere, along with her diploma and license.<br/><br/>"Ow!" she exclaimed, surprised at the sudden needle prick.  The medic looked up from drawing blood, curious.  Raine simply smiled and winked.  "False alarm.  Doing good, ma'am," she said.<br/><br/>The medic gave her an odd look, then withdrew the needle.  "There'll be some leakage of pus from the freezer burn.  Don't worry 'bout it."<br/><br/>"Kay-kay."<br/><br/>The medic gave her a gauze ball to cover the needle hole, then moved on down the line.  A tall, pale Zarr woman with delicate features and long black hair tried to brush the medic off, but the persistent corpswoman got her check-up soon enough.  Raine noticed the Zarr's look of...  Humiliation?  Anger?  Maybe disgust?  Either way, she wasn't happy being felt up like that.  The mulatto woman wondered what her problem was.<br/><br/><em>"Of course we wouldn't want to start the debriefing before everyone was awake to hear it, now wouldn't we?"</em><br/><br/>She didn't seem to be speaking to anyone in particular, and Raine wasn't doing much, so she leaned against her cryo tube, crossing her arms over her chest and facing the Zarr female.  She tried to ignore the disorientation; her vestibular sense still hadn't fully recovered, and feeling like she was standing straight up even though she was leaning to the side made her suddenly feel nauseous.  She didn't let it show.<br/><br/>"'Course we wouldn't.  These military peoples are all about protocols and efficiency and order."  Raine shrugged, shaking a hand through her short, red and black hair to loosen up the strands.  When it settled, it was a mess; just how she liked it.  "I think the good Captain would go into seizures if he had to cover the same ground twice."<br/><br/>She laughed amiably, leaning forward and lightly dapping her fist on the Zarr's shoulder.  "So, what'd they bring you along to do?"