Snippet #1094213

Blackness. Holy shit, blackness. Aliens? Anyone? ... Humans, please God, humans?

"Please step out of your cryo-pods." A synthesized voice announced.

Cryo...? Clawing almost frantically, Toby ripped himself out of his cryo-pod the very second the door opened. He couldn't bare to spend more than a second locked up in one, not after all the failures he'd heard about while he was in training. He knew the things were definitely not failproof, and he'd been damn lucky to even make it out of the one he was in alive. He collapsed to the floor onto his knees, gulping in deep breaths of the recycled air, before looking up and mumbling, "Shit... this certainly ain't Kansas, and I don't see Toto either."

He rocked back and forth for a second and then slowly got to his feet, completely confused about where he was. Last he recalled he'd been ordered to his ship, the Praetoria, to hold off the aliens. He knew it was a death sentence but so was staying behind, so he figured he'd rather die with a rifle in hand at the least.

And now... this?

"Proceed to the locker room to recieve your personal belongings."

Fuck, what? My personal belongings? You didn't take personal belongings with you on a military mission...

"Where in the unholy middle of fucking nowhere am I?" Airman Hunter stretched for a second, and then, noting the bright LED path that had lit up on the ground, looked around him for a second. A few opened cryo-pods filled the room near him, but there were an equal number of unopened ones as well. Some might never open, he mused with a soldier's ready acceptance of death. He took his own life as a sign of some sort of luck, and decided to just follow the path.

He stumbled, barely awake, into the locker room where there stood three very unique looking individuals. All dressed.

Then he realized he was naked, and he shook his head for a second.

"This day keeps getting fucking better and better."