*Daric's mind raced as did his heart. The ship was in danger. The whole mission was in jeopardy, but more so, there were pods failing as somewhere the circuits fried, lost power, or simply would not open and the occupants drowned as they thrashed in a panic. Power loss was survivable, but the other two were fatal. He had been awake for a week now. They had awoken him early to clean the smiley faces off the tanks.*<br/><br/>*He laughed, as forced as it sounded, and flinched as someone tripped over him. He didn't stop his work, he would save the woman in this tank, as she was one of three on this hall who had experienced power loss. She was still inside, strangely calm as she watched him. This hall had been lucky and emergency thaw had kicked on before the power fluctuated, draining the tanks. Now they just wouldn't open. He gave her a thumbs up as the lid slid open. He vaguely remembered her at the party with a red dress. He waved as he immediately turned to the other two and rushed over. He had donned a pair of boxers so he wouldn't surprise anyone too much by being the naked savior. That image too invoked a laugh. He checked the first tank to find the occupant had died somehow. Sad, but the other had found a way to force the hatch open. Well, that wouldn't be too uncommon, he thought.*<br/><br/>Realizing that this hall was good, he stepped to the central computer and logged the death into the databanks. He hurried back out the other end and started up the ladder when the gravity fluctuated. He grinned and launched himself straight up the ladder, nearly reaching the top when the gravity reasserted.* "<em>Ah, shit!</em>" *His momentum up caused him to hover for a second more and he reached out and grabbed the ladder. He sighed and climbed the last couple of steps. Entering into the Atrium he had snagged the boxers from, this time he made sure to snag a couple pair of shoes and a duffle with supplies. He sighed and walked slowly through the chaos to a locker. He spilled out the contents of clothing and stepped inside, bracing his neck and head with the duffle. Might as well choose something that allowed no room to be flung around...*