i wake up. its cold. my skin burns and my chest hurts i hurl myself out of my cryo pod and cough up a thick mucus gel that they forced in my lungs before i went under, something about lung deflation. bullshit more likely, they just want to leave a bad taste in our mouths so we don't start to like it too much.<br/><br/>i try to stand but my limbs are weak from cryo. it takes some effort but i manage to stand. i look over the rest of the crew some moving sluggishly other quick and brisk. i turn away and move to the wall with our uniforms and  get suited up. i dont mind being naked but i prefer to have cloths on just in case the shit hits the fan. hot bullet casings on bare skin don't work so well. i move to the muster area off to the side and realize im the first ready to go. that's odd usually im the last.