[SRP] Black Sun

[Knight Errant]

The scene is the ESF Hyperion, drifting through deep space for time untold. During its cruise, the only sentience alert on the ship is the shipboard AI, Auntie, and one of the crew tasked to remain awake in case of emergencies. The crewmate in this case was Vigil Hawkins AN-061, tech specialist liutenant.

He had been alone on the Hyperion for a long time, but that was about to change. At his console in the cryosleep chamber, he begins wakeup proceedures. A list of names begins scrolling down the screen as each tube cracks open.

Ren'ark, Bendack
Dackers, Paula
Smith, Chris
Coleman, Stryker
Bright, Carl
......

Sergeant Bright swings out of his tube, putting his cap on his head and a cigar in his mouth. The large man always seemed the atypical morning person, able to shrug off the grogginess of the cryosleep with ease. Or maybe it was just a part of him being a hardass.

Bright: "Fall in people! You know the drill. Hawkins! Status!

Hawkins: "Code 32. Standard wake up, sir."

Bright: "All right, you heard the man and you know the drill. I want you all showered and prepped ASAP!"

[Harri-chan]

Vic climbs out from the cryosleep chamber, rolling his head from side to side and then stretching his giant arms out to his sides. He drew a deep breath through his nose, nostrils flaring as he rubbed around his one good eye, the other covered with a patch, and then snorted, brushing aside two fellow space marines and headed in to shower.....

[Knight Errant]

The shower room is right off the cryosleep chamber. At least SOMEONE intelligent designed the layout of the Hyperion.

Inside the large tiled room, many showerheads wait, along with soap dispensers built into the wall.

After that, the prep room is not far beyond that. It has their lockers with their clothing and gear. Beyond that is the assembly area, where they are expected to wait at attention.

Bright hangs back, the large man walking along the cryo tubes is naught but his underwear, stabbing his unlit cigar at various marines and shouting them into the showers.

Meanwhile, Hawkins continues at his station, monitoring everyone's vitals.

[Haylie]

Paula's tube opens and her eyes flutter open lazily. She doesn't seem to want to move at first, being about the only woman in her underwear and being in the same room as a bunch of men in much the same situation, but she hears Bright yelling, and she knows very well what happens when you defy him.

The slender lady slides out of her tube, wrapping herself with her arms as best she can to cover herself and yawning openly. Maybe I shouldn't have volunteered for this... she thought to herself. I don't know any of these boys, and I haven't heard of any other women on this ship... I'll have to watch myself.

She moved as quickly as her lethargic limbs would carry her over to the showers, her shoulder-length blond hair waving about behind her, begging whatever engineer built this damn thing put up some curtains on the showers, at least.

[Harri-chan]

Vic runs his fingers over his shaved head, rubbing at the back of his neck. Movement in the corner of his eye causes him to turn slightly, and he watches Paula walk passed, a little smirk spreading across his lips before he punches the button to turn the shower on. He wasn't in there long, but made sure he was clean before stepping out and snatching a towel, grunting to herself as he dried his skin before tossing it into the laundry and headed for a locker.

[Zoey]

Stryker groans as he stands up rubbing his neck. He tries some short warm up exercise to get the juices flowing again. "Damn tube things should have more comfertable beds" he complained as he rubbed his neck. His body was still a bit sore but thats to be expected. He kicked the tube back in before taking his gear and headed to the shower yawning. "Good mourning everyone... or Afternoon, or whatever" he shouted.

[Knight Errant]

Ahhh shower curtains... unfortunately there seems to be none. There is just one big open room with shower heads.

Bright soon materializes behind her.

Bright: "Hesitating? Get your butt in there Dackers!"

Vic would find his locker filled with his uniform and his gear! Putting them on is probably a good move.

Bright appears between Stryker and the showers. The underwear-girted man glares at him with the heat of a thousand suns.

Bright: "I hope your not about to bring your equipment into the showers, Coleman. Because if that gets wet, I am going to deliver five kinds of hell to your doorstep. You read me, Marine?"

Meanwhile, lieutenant Hawkins takes his clipboard and coolly walks out of the cryo room and into the assembly area. He walks through the large open space to a space next to a dropship and waits.

[Zoey]

Stryker raised an uncaring eyebrow as Bright glared. After what he said Stryker laughed. "Of course not, I just like having my stuff close to me" he says dumping his bags at the entrance. "You never know... Alien zombie puppies might attack" he adds as he heads to the showers while cracking his right knuckles as some clincks could be heard from his bionic arm.

[Evra]

Chris shakes his head taking a step out of the cryo tube before cracking his neck shaking his hair as it falls down over his left eye looking around and yawning he heads for the showers getting a quick shower before walking out to the lockers looking at the other marines walking over to my locker starting to pull out my gear slipping it on

[Brnin8r]

Bendak had always hated cryo tubes. Being completely vulnerable and unconcious for days or weeks on end never boded well for him. As his senses recovered and he found himself in a glass tube, he groaned in disgust, "Damn things." he muttered once. As he hopped out of the sleep chamber he cracked his knuckles and neck. "Had I known the military was THIS comfortable, I'd have snuck in earlier." he complained sarcastically.

His nose wrinkled at cryogenically body odor and immediately removed his shirt, pants, and undergarments in the cryo chamber. He tossed his clothes into his tube before waltzing in his birthday suit to the showers. As he passed Bright to a showerhead he laughed, "Handsome service as always Sergeant. Lemme know where to leave a tip." he smacked the water on and began to shower, his tattoos rippling on top of moving muscles.

[Haylie]

Paula glared at Bright for a moment, but didn't say anything. At least one of these brutes is professional.

Damn men with their aversion to privacy... I swear, they design these things this way on purpose... just my luck... She continued this line of thought as she showered, trying to keep as covered as possible as she rinsed her blindingly golden hair, then quickly dried off and dressed in her favorite white jumpsuit with her tag number pinned on the chest. She also tied her hair back, showing off her earrings, simple-looking white balls sitting on her earlobes.

She exited the showers a bit more confidently now that she was actually wearing something appropriate and approached her locker to inspect her belongings.

[Knight Errant]

Bright ignores the comments and looks. He heads to the showers himself, the model of efficiency and bad-tempered belligerence. After getting washed, he heads to his locker. He suits up into his uniform, boots, even grabbing his side arm. His boots gleam. He then glances around at those in the prep room.

Bright: "Well, waiting for a f-ing invitation?! To the assembly area, on the double! You sorry lot know you wont get breakfast until the post-thaw status report from the good Lieutenant!"

Paula would find her personal belongings remarkably still there. Though with a Bright bellowing in her ear it might not be the best time for reflection.

[Harri-chan]

Vic dressed in his standard uniform, having not really said much at all since waking up. He checked his gear over before strapping everything into place, and grabbed his helmet from the locker. The heavy suit rattled as he walked, and those close to him might even feel the floor shake beneath their feet. He stared across the room at Bright for a moment, scratching at his chin, and then fell in line, heading out to the assembly area.

[Evra]

Chris continues putting on his arm stretching a little to get use to the armor before putting on the actuall armored peices as he puts on his helmet grabbing his tools and weapons looking around

[Haylie]

Paula again glares openly at Bright, and again, keeps silent. This was no time to get into shouting matches with the people who were supposedly on her side, and especially not with the superiors.

She fell in line behind Chris, trying to be last in line so she wouldn't have to feel the boys' eyes all over her body as she walked in her tight-fitting custom suit. Why she chose something so utilitarian and form-fitting was beyond her, particularly when she looked like she did. Just her luck...