<strong>Tiberius "Caesar" Mengsk </strong><br/><br/>Cryo travel is the worst, more so when you learn just exactly what it does to the body. Every time I lay down in that damn pod I only hope that the ship goes down to prevent me from going through the awakening process. I was awake the moment the dull sounds of the machine came online, my body still half way smothered in the blue freezing gel. Before the doors to my pod opened I heard Sarge's orders to the rest of the unit.<br/><em>That man is going to make a good platoon leader one day, either over my dead body or after I send his recommendation for promotion...</em><br/>I hoped for the latter in that scenario, my thoughts were quickly interrupted by the seal of the air-locks releasing which soon rewarded me that blinding bright lights overhead. I shut my eyes as I sat up coughing, reuniting air with my lungs. Finally alert enough to stand I walk nude straight towards the nearest wash room to clean up, emerging a few moments later in  my normal fatigue pants, black t-shirt and boots.<br/><br/>Since sarge seemed on top of his game I simply nodded at him and anyone awake before I made my way down towards the mess hall for a little social rehabilitation. I knew that I would be summoned soon enough, given my orders once again and our mission but that could wait. Whatever comforts the ship could give now had to be enjoyed before dropping down to find out exactly what was going down on LV-1875. Unlike some of my fellow PL's I sat with my unit but was surprised to be the first in attendance except for Senjo who was off doing her own thing as usual. Her existence alone sometimes worried me about the way our species was heading but I knew she was a valuable tool to have around. Clearing my mind for a moment I got up and headed off to get in line for some chow, all that travel had left me hungry.