The fear of death is not something all cultures share but is at least a concept all cultures must tackle at some point in their evolution.  A realization that all things are transient and have at least some form of end grips all self-aware beings on some level.  And while not every culture buries their dead there exists a notion of enclosure and loneliness that death creates.  So as each of the unwilling passengers on this voyage awaken they might be excused for pondering their own death.  Tight confines surrounded each so that they felt the weight of their mortality pressing on them from all sides.  Of course was this their grave the rest did not seem very peaceful as their coffins lurched and tumbled about.<br/><br/>From somewhere the sound of a field powering down could be heard.  The sound had come and gone over the course of minutes.  Each time the sound was made there was some sort of turbulence to be had before the energy re-asserted itself.  This time though the sound occurred, followed by the lurching motion and then a solid crash as each coffin fell to the floor and opened to spill forth its contents.  Light blinded each previous resident of these coffins which now showed themselves to be cargo containers once held in place by magnetic shields.<br/><br/>Each person was lightly clad in thin material that seemed to fit a medical consumer.  White and gauzy, there was not much left to the imagination while allowing the person to keep some self-measure of modesty.  To the side a pair of humans were dressed similarly and retching in the corner from the turbulence.  Stomach contents decorating dirty walls and ill kept floors.  The room smelled like a transport bay, the scent of various cargo spanning the years colliding into the nostrils of all that dared breath in this air.  Sound was next to return as the sound of sirens and warning alarms pierced a mysterious veil of ignorance.  Much like a fog of war there was only limited information that came at once.<br/><br/>Another eruption occurred from somewhere else.  A droid screamed and could be seen continuing the scream down the hallway with sparks emerging from the inner workings.  The door remained opened but not unobstructed.  A young human soon stood there, a flight suit half-way hanging from his body.  He regard them before yelling back into the hallway.<br/><br/>“The slaves are getting loose.  We need security!”<br/>