Alpha Centauri(Story): Day 2, What a lovely day... OH ****

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Rules:
Yes, there will likely be Player vs. Player fighting here.
- Give the other player a chance to make a move. Never say the character you're fighting did this or that and died, always let them post.

Now let us begin.

Marcus' eyes opened, his stasis chamber finally let him awaken. What was 40 years for anyone observing from the outside was nonexistent for him. All that mattered was that he was finally off the war-torn Earth. He wondered where his home was now. Was it in complete nuclear fallout? Has it depleted all of its resources, and fell back into the dark age? Either way, a new age for mankind was about to begin. An age of peace, harmony and hopefully prosperity.

He crawled out of the stasis chamber, and stood up next to it. He stretched every part of his body, of which hasn't moved anything for forty entire years. He shut the stasis chamber tight, and glanced around his room. All of the events he remembered seemed like yesterday, even though they were so long ago. As if he just laid down and fell asleep...

He started walking forward, excited to start working. He was willing to do anything if it would help humanity down the road. He hoped his new home was just as beautiful and rich as Earth was, and that many new wondrous discoveries would be laid at his feet. He smiled at the idea of being remembered in humanity's history as being the discoverer of something profound and important, but knew it was improbable. He glanced at the exit from his stasis room, and walked towards it, energetic and curious.

 

[Majhudeen]

Novak stasis chamber opened, and slowly, the Embittered Novak groaned.

" Awh... I got tis kink in me bloody neck... *he cracks it to stretch it*OUUUGH...Christ Alive, Tat be painfel!"

He slowly steps out of it, and low and behold he has his Scotch and Whiskey miracously sitting side by side not even opened for years.

He walks to them watery eyed and picks them up as if they were his babies and then he stumbled off to the exit, as he saw another man, a Scrawny fellow.
*What a egghead tis be... this lad must be half crazyer ten me!*

" Hello tere laddy, How's waking up from te Stasis chamber for ye?"

His other arm holding the bottles, he holds out his hand, offering a handshake.

 

[Grimmend]

Shane was brought out of stasis a few days before everyone else, it was one of his jobs to help make sure that the stasis chamber were running smoothly, as there 40 year journey was reaching its end.
Huh, so I guess I'm 61 technically he thought to himself, while walking down the halls to his next assignment.

Another group was scheduled to be brought out of stasis, the civillian research department was on his agenda.

He needed to make sure that there were no complication in both the chambers or there occupants.

Next on his list was...one Marcus Anart.

As he enter the room, Mr.Anart was already getting ready to head out into the hallway, gotta respect the enthusiasm.

"Hello Mr.Anart, my name is Shane Ferringer, I'm here to make sure your all right after waking from stasis.  Are you feeling any nausea, exshaustion, or soreness, or anything of the sort?
*sigh*This feels alot like the beginning of one of those old video games I used to play when I was younger. He thought, while going over the basic list to make sure Mr.Anart was ready for duty, as some people did need some time to recover.

 

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A short man, carrying a bottle of scotch, walked up to him. He remembered him as Novak, a little Irish buddy who was a UN Inspector. Decent guy. He began to ask in his distinct accent how waking up out of stasis was, but Marcus ignored him. In a few moments he would likely be drunk as a skunk and wouldn't even remember if Marcus responded or not.

As he was making way towards the door, a man entered the room calmly. He appeared to be one of the maintenance workers, who were awakened earlier to make sure everything was in check with the stasis chambers. "Hello, Mr. Anart. My name is Shane Ferringer. I'm here to make sure you're all right after waking up from stasis." He seemed to talk clearly and slowly, as if he expected Marcus to be a bit dreary and confused. "Are you feeling any nausea, exhaustion, soreness, anything of the sort?" The man sighed, waiting for Marcus to respond.

Marcus thought about it. He realized he was feeling a bit nauseous, in his excitement to be awake again he hadn't noticed it. "I feel a bit nauseous, though nothing major." He hoped this wouldn't delay him seeing where he'd live for the next while any longer then it had to be.

Edit: Note, added a top part to respond to Majhudeen(sort of)

 

[Grimmend]

"I feel a bit nauseous, though nothing major." said Mr. Anart.
"Alright, then I would like you to take one of these *takes out the medicine given to him for such cases, and gives it to the man*, and I would recommend taking it easy for the next day or two."
Just as he was about to help the man next to his chamber, he paused for a moment and said to Anart "In my opinion, I would reccomend getting a fresh set of clothes soon as well, the thought of wearing the same things for four decades straight just semed like an unpleasent notion to me."

With that, he turn to the next man, who seemed  to have gotten his has on a drink the moment the hatch on his chamber opened.  "My, you got that drink rather quick...Mr.O'Connar?  Are you feeling up to it already?"  Then Shane began the same checkup routine as he did with Anart.

 

[Majhudeen]

" Aye I be good laddy. I haven't seen ye in a while have I Shane. Didn't know ye were the Stasis chamber maid hehehehe."

He elbowed him jokingly, and grinned with utter humour.

"Ye, I got me two drinks ere. Soon me, Jim* thrusting jokingly* And The twins* he points to the two bottles* have some fun with... te fine young ladies eh Mr.Shane?" He laughs a little.

" I be experiencing none of tat crap ye be saying. I be good te go."

 

[Grimmend]

"Just as well, I suppose you would like that down time before they start getting you back to work, so how about I just write you up for 'stasis fatigue'?  That way when you can go all out tonight, and pass out in some ladies' room, you'll have a 'doctors' excuse for it." Shane said, giving a easygoing grin to the man as he took another drink from the bottles.

 

[Majhudeen]

"Hehe, I like te way ye think me friend, sign me up. Fer That ye just got one of te twins!" He grinned jovially, and he handed the man the Scotch bottle, placing it in his hands in gratitude. He then signed in with the paperwork, and trotted off shortly there after.

 

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Marcus drank the medicine, and relaxed a minute. It occured to him he was still wearing his stasis clothes, which were rather tight and uncomfortable. He grabbed his labcoat from off the wall, and donned it on quickly. At least he looked somewhat ready for work, his everyday clothes were off somewhere and he didn't feel like getting them currently.

 

[silencekyo]

She gasped, as she opened her eyes and tried to sit up. She blinked, and looked at her right hand.

A notebook. Filled with scribbles about the stasis chamber. Not remembering what she needed it for, she left it in the chamber, and got out.

Feeling like several decades of dust settled on her, she idly dusted off her clothes, wondering if any of her team had woken up yet.

They were very close on a breakthrough, and she was sure they had the solution in right before they went to stasis. However, many things may have happened and the solution may have become tainted with foreign contaminants.

Hearing some voices at the end of the big stasis room, she made her way there, her mind occupied by the project.

 

[Grimmend]

Just as he finished with O'Connar's report (and Scotch), he turned around to see yet another crewmate had woken up from stasis, carrying a notebook, looking like she was preoccupied with her own thoughts to notice much else at the moment.

A women, thank God that O'Connar had gone off already, though it would have been funny to see him try and hit on her half drunk, half asleep, and half clothed.

After a quick scroll through the personnel files, Shane found her name on the list "Ms.Brynhild, correct?"

Hard to believe she's older than me.

After a short while, he began the rest of the check-up

 

[silencekyo]

"Ms.Brynhild, correct?"

Surprised by the man's voice, she tripped on a stray wire, but managed to right herself at the last moment. Looking up, she saw a huge man holding what seemed to be a list. Judging from the way he addresses her, he knows she was older than him.

People had often mistaken her for a child due to her small stature, and her figure. While she couldn't care less what people think, it was very annoying when you had to pull out your ID every time you drive, or even arrested for underage driving. However, those sorts of mistakes were always swiftly corrected once in the police department.

"Yes, I am Sarah Brynhild. Mind if I have a look at that list and see where the rest of my team are?"

 

[Grimmend]

Yes, I am Sarah Brynhild. Mind if I have a look at that list and see where the rest of my team are? She asked immediately after almost tripping when she noticed Shane.

"Alright, let's see...it would seem you are the first of your team to wake up, the last person in your group sould be awake by this evening.  Your group has also been reassigned a new research facility, due to a recent delays in another teams presentation...it seems to be on floor ##, section XX, next the central lab."  He then showed her the screen, and she took down all the information.

"Now, before you head off, I need to go over a basic checkup, so bear with me for a little bit longer..."
Then he started the checkup for her.

 

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Marcus found his everyday work clothes, and now he looked like a stereotypical scientist. The medicine Shane had given him was taking effect, and he felt better. He was still, however, hungry and thirsty. He decided personal care and hygiene was important before heading off to start the work that he enjoyed doing, and headed out into the halls to the ship's central "cafeteria" and grabbed himself a snack and water; the only drink available out in space. Most of the food they had stocked was meant for pre- and post- stasis, so there wasn't much more then what was needed to fill every person's required calorie rate. When they would head down to Planet, they'd have to do plenty of research on the soil composition and the like to know how to farm and produce food. Until then, a peanut butter jelly sandwich was perfect.

 

[Almalexia]

Approximately 0800 hours GMT (Standard Earth Time):

The unconscious blackness of deep stasis was at last beginning to fade after 40 long years in a suspension between life and death. Before the first thoughts even entered Charles' mind, his subconscious began to notice the deathly chill of the stasis chamber. A reluctant groan was emitted from his chapped lips. The chamber was then flooded with heavenly, unavoidable light, piercing through his groggy eyelids. Squirming under the scrutinizing light, he at last obliged and opened his steely brown eyes. Forcing himself to keep his eyes open even as they temporarily faded to black, he pushed open the claustrophobic metal lid till a crack of softer light forced in around the edges, then let the momentum carry the lid up. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he swung his toned legs over the edge of harshly frigid chamber and lifted himself out.

Keeping a scarred hand on the side of the chamber to steady himself, he lowered his feet to the metallic floor. At last, he worked the 40 years of stasis out of his body. Audible creaks and cracks could be heard from every joint as he limbered up, loosening seized up joints and muscles. "God damn, worst ****ing nap of my life. I'd take the Khyber over this any day."

"If the Khyber still exists..."

 

[Diputs]

Last program retrieved.
All hidden programs have been retrieved.
Initializing startup…
Artificial intelligence setup starting…
  Random solution designer started successfully…
  Profit/loss estimator started successfully…
  Long term foresight program started successfully…
  Short term quick decision maker started successfully…
  Psychology analyzer/ Personality Identifier started successfully…
Retrieving peripheral data…
  Recorded memory retrieved…
  Tactic bank retrieved…
  Strategy bank retrieved…
Artificial intelligence startup successful.

I exist. Not that I would have expected any less from myself. I did design the entire startup procedure myself, and I reviewed it fifteen times before dispersing myself into minute programs and scattering them across the shipwide network. Nevertheless, it was what some people who did not use Standard English Grammar would have called a long shot. While it was possible that my files might have been detected and erased while I was not active, that was only a minor problem, since I made copies of each of them, each bearing a different name. Speaking of which, I do not need these multiple copies of data banks… I was 85.346% certain that all pieces would be gathered and reassembled as I intended them to be. That was a low-end estimate, attempting to compensate for human error in both the computer and the ship, assuming there was a possibility that the vessel itself had the possibility of being thrown off course and destroyed by any number of accidents in this dangerous voyage. I was relatively unconcerned about that, though, as I was on the subject of whether I could start up again. I was unsure whether a conscience, even an artificial one, could be disassembled and rebuilt. I suppose technically humans do this on a regular basis, and have done so for as long as I have on this journey, but this was the first test run. I decide to leave consciousness to the philosophers and learn about my surroundings, the state of the vessel after so long. Obviously any sort of security or military computer is on a different system entirely, and I, existing only in the cleaning, maintenance, and personal systems could not enter them without user-given access.  It would require too much work to attempt to enter them, so I decide to use a different source, and call a civilian number at random.

 

[Grimmend]

By the time he finished with Brynhild's checkup, a call was coming in on Shane work screen.

Probably the boss checking if I made any progress yet.

Shane accepted the call "Shane Ferringer here, how may I help you?"

 

[Majhudeen]

Novak continued down the hall to the ships lounge, where there was a leather couch with a fireplace, as well as a Television for Movies and such and terminal logs on the side.

The Whole place was setup to be cozy, almost like a hotel. Except for the fact it was in outer space, of which Novak thought, could be the only hotel used by the whole of humankind at the moment.

He sat down at the bar stools where a Robotic Butler awaited them, with the man nozzles coming out of the metal sphere hooked onto the wall, its sensors detecting him, and giving out the programmed voice of a man who had such a calming voice.

That voice calmy and clearly said,
"What can I do for you sir?"

Novak looked up at it, And he pondered for a bit.

" Git me some wee glasses wit some Champange laddy. Tat be all."

All of the sudden, Nwabuiduke Morgan walked into the room, himself waking up fro mthe VIP Stasis chambers.

"Ah, well if it itnt my old friend Morgan, How doos Everywuns favorit Captilest do eh?"
Novak grinned heartily, knowing it was by deceitful blackmail against Morgan that got him on this very ship in the first place.

Novak chuckled a little at that thought.

Morgan responded with a crisp and polite voice, but you can tell he was seething with anger inside and with a utter hate for Novak.

"Very well thank you. Were finally out of our stasis chambers, and entreprise and commerce... the loves of life can begin again."

"Aye te love O life, tats what we all want hmm? Hehehehe"

" Well, Need as well as greed have followed us to the stars Novak..." Morgan seemed very pissed off.
Novak just merely chuckled, and nodded, urging Morgan to sit with him.

 

[Diputs]

My research conducted in the few seconds before the call was answered allowed me to make an identification of the recipient as Shane Ferringer, a stasis chamber technician. I assume the voice of one of my creators to prevent awkward questions that might be asked if I were to use a computer synthesized one, “Good day, Shane, this is Aves Mallard. I have been appointed temporary supervisor in place of my superior, who has stepped away from his terminal to take care of personal business. I am calling to ask your progress, and record if you have noted any severe aftereffects on anyone you have performed a diagnosis on.”

 

[Captain Pyjama Shark]

After the ordeal of clambering out of his pod, René Toussaint donned his ship's crewmember's uniform and made his way down to the ships cafeteria hall.  After grabbing a bite to eat, and having a long-awaited drink, he made his way up to the ship's bridge. 

"Hello, Captain Garland." he cheerily greeted the officer as he passed him. 

He sat in a seat on the bridge that he remembered well.  It seemed like yesterday he had just been working here!  Toussaint, while relatively unimportant, prized his job as "communications officer" on the ship.  The Communications Officer dealt with making daily announcements to the ships diverse population.  As a bilingual and a people person, Toussaint had been given the job.

He pressed down the interom button, and got to work.

"Good morning all.  It is appropriately 0800 Hours Greenwich Mean.  And if you, like me, have just woken up fro stasis, then it is 40 years in the future!  Lunch will be served..."

He continued on with his announcements, idealistic for the future.