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Oct. 15th, 2016 11:07 amAfter an undetermined amount of time, the pod woke Blue with a slightly cold breeze.
It ruffled his hair he sat up in the pod and watched as the last of the containment sponge dissolved to allow him to move again.
Sitting up he felt the familiar nausea waft over his stomach and head as his body woke from its forced sleep. Eyes focused and through his thick glasses he watched the small window and saw a sky of blue and a few yellow leaves, not unlike the kind found on Terra.
He took the time to organize his thoughts, The ship, Cloda, it was all gone.
"Frag!"
Hearing his own hoarse voice was difficult. It brought the reality of the situation to the front and he felt for a second it may be more than he can handle.
Some breathing exercises helped but he still felt the bile rise to his throat as he stretched his limbs and first tried the door. It was not unlocked and it would stay locked until the decompression had finished. That wouldn't do, flexing his fingers he took up his abandoned job of hot wiring the door and after only an hour of frustratingly harmless yet sore electrical discharges he heard the pleasing sound of the door open, followed by the clear fresh air of the new world he was on, the one that murdered his ship.
Already he hated this place.
On unsteady feet he left the pod and looked about. Not much to go on, wilderness by the looks of it and a single grand structure in the distance, just about visible.
Breaking into a run he made for the Plaza.
It ruffled his hair he sat up in the pod and watched as the last of the containment sponge dissolved to allow him to move again.
Sitting up he felt the familiar nausea waft over his stomach and head as his body woke from its forced sleep. Eyes focused and through his thick glasses he watched the small window and saw a sky of blue and a few yellow leaves, not unlike the kind found on Terra.
He took the time to organize his thoughts, The ship, Cloda, it was all gone.
"Frag!"
Hearing his own hoarse voice was difficult. It brought the reality of the situation to the front and he felt for a second it may be more than he can handle.
Some breathing exercises helped but he still felt the bile rise to his throat as he stretched his limbs and first tried the door. It was not unlocked and it would stay locked until the decompression had finished. That wouldn't do, flexing his fingers he took up his abandoned job of hot wiring the door and after only an hour of frustratingly harmless yet sore electrical discharges he heard the pleasing sound of the door open, followed by the clear fresh air of the new world he was on, the one that murdered his ship.
Already he hated this place.
On unsteady feet he left the pod and looked about. Not much to go on, wilderness by the looks of it and a single grand structure in the distance, just about visible.
Breaking into a run he made for the Plaza.