<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jayna</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/H9m1F49.jpg)</div></div><br/>It was always a strange thing, to wake up from cryo-sleep. First, as always, there was the cold, deep, bitter.... Somehow despite everything, one's body always seemed to know just how cold it was, too cold to shiver, even. Too cold to live. And yet, there was no suffering there, though that would be sure to come later. No, all there was was the cold and the dark... and the machines. The machines, slowly, warming up one's body at just the precise speed it needed to be, while pumping into one's vein a toxic sludge meant to replace the toxic that was being siphoned away, the one that was meant to keep all organic organs intact. Another sludge would replace that one and another, until one was finally allowed to have something resembling blood running through their veins again. Then, would come the worst, first breath, when all the complex organs, fluids, gland, hormones and other messy bits of a body were all kicked into gear all at once, after months or years of dormancy, and forced to all work together again, under what felt like great protest.<br/><br/>It was this first breath that Jayna was taking now, followed by a fit of coughing a her lungs tried to expel the remains of whatever strange fluids they had bee filled with. Then another, gasping breath, then more coughing, continuing for a few cycles, until her breathing finally managed to stabilize. Now, she she was merely cold and miserable. And naked, though that last part never made her worry before. But as no one seemed to be appearing to help her solve any of these, she would, it seemed, need to deal with them all of her own.<br/><br/>Grabbing the sides of her capsule firmly, Jayna pulled herself up hard... and promptly fell back down into her capsule just as powerfully. She cursed at herself. Of course, she wouldn't have her arm with her, the delicate machinery being poorly suited for the conditions of a cryo chamber. She would have taken it off first, surely, though... she couldn't remember having done so. Or even getting into this chamber to start with. Cryo-sleep could mess with one's memory, but... she usually remembered that, at least. It was especially hard to forget due to how unpleasant the process was the other way too. Squinting in the low light, designed to help sleepers readjust to needing to see, and mostly by touch, she found, to her relief that her shoulder had been properly capped, so that the sensitive link between her prosthetic arm and her flesh would have been protected and, so, would still work properly. Same with her finger. And the missing bit of one of her ears, though that was mostly cosmetic.<br/><br/>It was when she was checking on her hear that it finally hit Jayna, something that had been in the background, but overwhelmed by the... unpleasantness of waking up. Now, however, it was clear. This ship sounded wrong. It wasn't her ship, the last one she remembered serving on, nor any of the other ships or even space stations she had been on, though... she couldn't recall agreeing to serve on another either.<br/><br/>That was a mystery, certainly, but one that could wait. For now, and much more carefully, Jayna sat up and climbed out of her cryo tube. First, she needed to find other people and, especially, find out what they thought about having a goblin on their ship. Not all were keen on the idea and this would determine whether she would need to steal her food. Clothes would help, too. Many people responded better when others were clothed. And for the others, that was a problem that could easily be solved. Besides, she liked hers and would certainly prefer if they were still around somewhere. But most of all were her prosthetics. Not only were they relatively rare and relatively expensive, they were, she had certainly found, much better to have on her than not.