Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-25169271-20150712234834



January 5, 2553 UNSC Starship Let God Sort 'Em Out

Alice Jager awoke from cryosleep, her muscles tense and clenched tight. Her eyes darted around as the chamber stayed shut, several whurring and beeping noises being made by the cryo chamber. After a few moments the Plasti-steel lid opened and the woman fell out, barely managing to catch herself on the cold metal floor. The dark-skinned woman coughed and hacked as she breathed her first breath in some months. The numbness of cryo-sleep was replaced with the standard cold of deep space travel against her bare skin. Slowly the muscular woman stood up and surveyed her team as they came out of the cryo-tubes one by one. As she saw her husband fall out of his tube she made her way over to the man, her eyes tracing the scars all over his body due to the augmentation. "Have a good nap?" she asked, still trying to get her body to awaken from its long sleep.

"Not particularly," he stated, standing up and popping his back as he looked at the rest of the squad. "So how does it feel to be protected by an entire team of full fledged SPARTANs now instead of just a single mock-spartan?"

"Like we're about to get into something dangerous," the woman stated as she scratched at the neural impalnt at the base of her skull. 