Kydan awoke to a combination of panic, confusion and despair, mixed together with a sweet cocktail of pain and suffering. Coughing violently as the last of the sustaining fluid of the hibernation chamber left his throat, his right hand carefully touched the outside of it, as if he expected to find the marks of the mechanical claws his ancient foe had used there. He felt weak, his sense of balance was shot, and even his connection to the Force had seemingly dimmed over the aeons in slumber, but the tell-tale sign of deadly poisons once more coursing through his veins did not appear. A vision, then. Blaring klaxons. Was this a warning? Did his enemy awake, to destroy Mandalore in revenge? But those ships, they had not been of Sith design. They had been alien to him, yet still familiar, ancient Republic designs still reflected in them.<br/><br/>The image of the woman in armor. One of his own clan? He had not been able to see any insignia on her armor that would indicate her as such, yet in that vision, he had accepted that fate. Death was a just punishment for letting Mandalore burn. For not protecting his home.<br/><br/><em>Stop it. The Dark Side is strong here, above the prison. There's no proof any of it was near. Or maybe it was all just Rion'Ca's machination. Who else could be attempting an escape that would cause us to be awakened?</em><br/><br/>Pushing himself out of his coffin-like hibernation chamber, the pale young man staggered out of it, his muscles slowly coming to accept his control over them once more. He heard... a voice? Somewhat modulated, as if spoken by someone wearing a breath mask. Distress... hibernation for as long as the wardens had undergone it was not intended for any sentient. The trauma was probably playing with her mind. Steeling his own, Kydan reached out with the Force. His clothes flew into his hands from the table in front of him, and with speed and discipline that hid his own hibernation sickness, the silver-eyed young man once more looked like a Jedi - even his lightsaber was hanging from his belt already, as if it had never left his side. Only his still wet, unkempt long hair gave away that he had been awoken from his slumber only maybe two minutes ago. Before turning his attention fully to the other awakened Jedi, his gaze fell upon the chronometer on the side of his hibernation chamber - it was meant to inform them for how long they had been kept in stasis, from what he remembered. But the display was cracked, the numbers indecipherable. For all he really knew, he had only been asleep for a year or two - but the layers of dust and strange feeling he had told him a different story.<br/><br/><strong>"Deep breaths, calm yourself. Remember where we are."</strong><br/><br/>The lighting still left something to be desired in the room. And why were so few of the pods opening? What about the other wardens? The windows of the other pods didn't help - the glass was frosted over from the inside. For all Kydan knew, those frozen in them had either already left... Or were unable to leave, this having become their tomb.