Thick, swirling mist rose from the ground defying the laws of gravity. Its demeanor was that of total conquest as it's griping fingers reached for the stars and pulled them into its fray. All was lost, but then, just as fast as it conquered all, it was gone and blackness crept back into existence for a short period before it surrendered to the ever growing slithers of white light.<br/><br/>Scott's eyes burned with pain as the fluid slowly ran away from his eyes and down his cheek, thus enabling him to slowly focus upon the misty gray glass of the hibernation chamber. The coldness slowly faded away from his skin as the warming lamps came online and the chamber slowly began to open.<br/><br/>Sounds of deep breathing disrupted the silence of the small room as Scott took in several refreshing gulps of air. Shaking his head side to side as if trying to free his mind of the cobwebs before allowing his gaze to dart over to the subjects information data screen.<br/><br/>Nightland, Scott   SC 121-001 Gunny Sargent<br/>Age 29 Body Core temperature 97 degrees<br/>Bio rating +00.2  normal avg rating<br/>Elapsed time: 35 years..3 months..8 Days ... 12 hours .... 57 minutes<br/><br/>Head spinning about from the Bio data screen towards the security command center. His gaze fixing upon the flashing indicator lights. Navigation center .... Red Code 3 ...<br/><br/>Scott slowly stepped from the capsule and nearly pissed over himself as the coldness of the metal plate shot through his body. Jumping from one foot to the other he attempted to keep the length of time that one foot remained on the floor limited.<br/><br/>Reaching his locker he quickly dawned his combat fatigues, placed his light duty equipment belt around his waist and slipped into the warmth of his combat boots. The small sidearm slid into his holster as Scott exited the center and headed for the Navigation control center..<br/><br/>“Whats going on?” was his first words as he entered into the Nav center...<br/>