{The loud sound of a club* bashing against the long forgotten stasis…}<br/><br/>When he got to that wreckage, he hadn't spent much time over turning fallen beams or seeking out supply boxes.  It was hard to overlook the rows of stasis pods facing out at the huge gash in the ship's hull like the lot of them were dozing at some idyllic resort… Not that Monkey had any idea what a 'resort' was.<br/><br/>The other pods were blackened and when Monkey tried to pry one open, it emitted the briefest of odors that made the man gasp with revulsion.  He wiped his hands on his pants.<br/><br/>Her's was the last one in the row and Monkey brushed away the dirt over the window.  There was a faint glow within the recesses of the pod, operating on some mysterious current that still permeated the wreckage.  Monkey's eyes widened at the sight of the woman's face.  It was hard to make out fine details through the glass, but he could not mistake her for being dead.  Simply sleeping.<br/><br/>"Hey!" he shouted, rapping his knuckles on the glass.  Monkey wasn't particularly patient, not even with someone waking from slumber after countless, hundreds of years.  He started slapping his palm on the glass to make more noise as if that was all, which was needed to break someone out of stasis.  "You dead in there or what?"<br/><br/>Well, he hadn't exactly struck the dusty control panel.  He stood on it so that he could get a better handhold over the various cords and wires and other critical hardware, which was keeping her from drying out like an unwrapped piece of meat in the freezer.  It was fortunate that his toes managed to punch in the correct sequence of commands, which initiated her recovery before he'd dismantled her life support.<br/><br/>"Whoa, Hey!  Wake up!"  He shouted, now furious with anxiety at the sound of the activated machines.  He curled back his lips as he considered the thickness of the glass, but he brought his fists down at it as if he expected to shatter it.  "You gotta get up!"<br/><br/>When the pod cracked at its seams, with a pneumatic hiss - Monkey, startled, began to favor the flight over fight of his instinct and scampered off.<br/>-------<br/><br/>Up the tree.  The place was dark except for the single, bright light over her pod and the indistinct glow of other, weaker lights around the ship.  Beyond the membrane of the ship however, it was black and mirky.  The air was quite thick and humid and even with the whirling of the pod behind her, she could hear the loud… shouting almost of countless things talking, singing, hissing, living, dying… all around her.  She could see the sky clearly around her, and to one side there was a clear opening that fell into an undulating river valley.  To her other side, the jungle rose up immediately like the sheer face of a cliff.<br/><br/>She would have no idea where Monkey was.  The man had hidden himself in a tree not far from her and he was looking down at her, while she picked her bag out of the pod.  He felt kind of silly having run away, especially now that he knew that the only thing he was afraid of was a woman half his size.  Upon seeing her step out of the pod, fear had quickly turned to curiosity - after the lingering drop of humiliation at least.  Monkey released a low grunt beneath his breath and wiped his hand over his eyes.  "Idiot." he muttered to himself.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>-------<br/>*actually fists, but could have been mistook for club. the window's glass is thick and concave so it deforms what you see through it