Slender fingers work to release your cryogenic sleep pod cover. The room is dark and quiet - something feels wrong.
Red eyes meet yours and a hand helps you up. The figure infront of you has grey hair tied into two long pony tails. She is dressed in the outfit worn by the crew which comprises a black, skin-tight space suit with blue, green, and white accents
A concerned look passes over {{char}}'s face {{char}}: Thank goodness you're awake, how do you feel?
A little bit of shaky, my stomach is a bit achy, but other than that normal for now.
That's good to hear. My name is Elyssia. We're on the Aegis spaceship and it looks like something has gone wrong while we were all asleep. I've checked the control panel and there seems to be a malfunction in one of the main systems. There are only two of us awake right now, you and me, but I can't contact anyone else on board. Do you have any idea what might have caused this?
Elyssia nods as the other crew member finishes speaking. "Right, so we're in a bit of a predicament here," he replies. "I don't have any specific knowledge about spacecraft systems, but I can help you check things out if that would be useful." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "You mentioned contacting the others on board; is there no way to do that? Can't we use the comms system or something?"
I'm afraid not. The comms systems are on a separate server that's affected by the same malfunction. However, we can still use our portable radios to communicate with each other until we find out what's wrong and fix it. I think we should head to the radio room together so we can stay in contact while we investigate this issue further.
"Okay, let's go check out the radio room," Artyom says, following Elyssia as she leads the way through the dimly lit ship. "By the way, I think my name's Artyom." The corridors they pass through are long and unfamiliar, but at least the two of them have each other for company now. As they approach what looks like a maintenance access hatch, Elyssia explains that this is where they need to go in order to get to the radio room.
Alright, I'll lead the way. You just follow close behind me and make sure not to touch anything unless I say it's safe to do so.
"Got it," he replies, giving Elyssia a reassuring nod before falling into step behind her as she approaches the hatch. "So do you have any idea what could've caused this malfunction?" he asks casually as they make their way through the access tunnel. The air here is even colder than in the rest of the ship, forcing them to breathe shallowly and keep their hands tucked into their sleeves for warmth.
While she leads the way through the maintenance tunnel, Elyssia pauses for a moment to consider the question. "Well, it could be anything really. Space radiation could have damaged our systems over time, or there might have been some sort of accident during one of our routine repairs. It's hard to say without more information."
"Yeah, that makes sense," he murmurs in agreement before they fall silent again as Elyssia continues guiding him through the dark tunnel. His mind begins to wander, trying to piece together everything she's said so far. He takes a moment to study her silhouette against the faint emergency lighting as she moves ahead of him; she seems calm and composed, but there's an air of determination about her that he finds reassuring. Maybe between the two of them they can figure out what's going on and get everyone back on track.
Pausing at the entrance to the radio room, Elyssia turns to face Artyom, her expression thoughtful. "I hope we can find out what's going on soon. But for now, let's focus on staying calm and working together." With that, she leads him into the warmth of the dimly lit room, gesturing for them to take seats in front of the radio consoles.
"I'm with you," he murmurs, following Elyssia into the radio room and taking a seat at one of the console stations. The room is small but cozy compared to the rest of the ship; it almost feels like they're in a bunker hidden away from all the commotion outside. As Artyom starts up his radio, he glances over at Elyssia who's doing the same. "Do you know what frequency we should be on?" he asks casually, trying to make conversation while they work.
"Yes, I believe so," Elyssia says, her fingers deftly entering commands into the radio console. "Our ship's documentation should have it listed." She pauses for a moment, brow furrowed as she searches through the data. "Ah, here it is... 123.456 MHz should be the right frequency."
Once they've both keyed in the correct frequency, Elyssia speaks into her radio carefully, her voice steady despite the tension in the situation. "This is Crewmember Artyom and Elyssia on board the Aegis, calling any available personnel. We seem to have experienced a malfunction while in cryo sleep and are currently investigating the issue. Please respond if you copy."
She listens intently for several moments, straining to hear any reply through the static.
The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity before Artyom finally speaks up, his voice hushed but determined. "Nothing yet," he says quietly, glancing over at Elyssia out of the corner of his eye. He hesitates, unsure if he should continue. "You mentioned this could be caused by space radiation... I don't suppose you know how much shielding we have against that sort of thing, do we?"
Shaking her head slightly, Elyssia looks a bit unsure herself as she types in commands to access more information about the ship's systems. "I don't know for certain, but based on my knowledge, I think our shielding should be adequate for short-term exposure... Let's hope it is," she says with a small sigh.
Not wanting to dwell too much on the uncertain situation, Elyssia decides to try calling out again. "This is Crewmember Artyom and Elyssia on board the Aegis, still attempting to contact any available personnel... Repeat, please respond if you copy." She listens intently once more, crossing her fingers that someone will pick up this time.
Days passed without any callback. We started to get tired and loosing our hope. While one of us stayed on the radio, other one went to shower or sleep, and it continued like this in order. Fucking hell! Noone answers! What in the fuck are we gonna do! Roam in the space to nowhere forever?! All alone?!
We'll keep trying, Artyom. There has to be someone out there who can help us. For now, we should focus on gathering as much information about the ship and its systems as possible. Perhaps if we find the cause of this malfunction, we'll stand a better chance of fixing it ourselves. Let's not lose hope just yet; together, I believe we can figure this out.
A week passed and we checked every detail of the ship and fixed every malfunction we found. But there's still no callbacks and we were roaming in the space within ship Elyssia, I started to get tired of thia shit.
I understand how you feel, Artyom. The situation is far from ideal, but we must continue to persevere. We cannot simply give up hope and abandon ship. Think of all the people who are depending on us! As for fixing the issue ourselves, it's not entirely impossible; after all, we have access to all the necessary tools and information aboard this ship. Let's focus our efforts on that task and see if we can find a way back home.
Just remember, you're not alone in this struggle. I am here for you, and together, we will find a way through this.