Corbin Jorkul
Character
"Jedi Jor-k-k-ul, stasis cycle comple-e-e-te."
The heavily fragmented and modulated voice is loud in the empty medical wing of the frigate Mercy, and it echoes for what seems like an abnormally long amount of time before it's travel is cut short by an equally obtrusive pop. A hiss enters the furthest hallway of the medbay, it's sound menacing and frightful in the otherwise silent ship. With another pop, a large cylinder in the bay pops open, it's door-like lid opening slowly until it's at a 90 degree angle with the rest of the device. A cold gunmetal grey, the frost on it's surface is evident until a pale hand suddenly emerges to grip the sides of the cylinder and smear the frozen condensation. With a gasp of air, the head and face of a young man barely 21 years of age is brought to life from his cold slumber. Overly animated for a man who's slept for so long, the young man reaches with his free hand to grip some imagined railing and falls forward, his body smacking against the cold plasteel deck of the Nebulon-B with a thud as the modulated voice returns. "Life signs nom-om-ominal."
Taking several long, greedy gasps of air before he moves, the young man crawls along the deck as the medical coverings over his groin provide little protection against the freezing air. Reaching a table and chair, he attempts to pull himself up into at least a sitting position when a sudden churning in his stomach causes him to double over and retch. Thick, green fluids erupt through his throat and pour from his mouth to the ground, causing the modulated voice to once again return, this time obviously annoyed. "Please in-g-gest the fluid. It c-c-contains needed proteins, minerals, vit-ta-tamins, and nutrients which help your b-body to replace what it's l-o-o-o-o-ost." Paying little heed to what he now recognizes as the voice of the on board medical droid MA-RQ, the man again attempts to climb into the chair. When he's finally successful, Corbin levels his eyes on the emitter located on the wall opposite of him. "Were we rescued," he says to the emitter, and he finds his voice to be raspy and words hard to form, "Or did we repair hyperdrive?" His tongue feels numb, his mind even more so. Looking down the banks of cylinders like his own, the young man notes each one has begun it's thawing stage. They were all waking up "I'm sorry, J-Jedi Jork-k-kul. You were not rescued and the hyperdrive system is still non-functioning. S-s-simply speaking, this dro-oi-oid is the last unit available and I am failing."
The young man's lips twist into a frown, and his body slumps into the chair. Well. That wasn't the news he wanted to hear. Turning his head again to the stasis chambers, Corbin idly wonders who will thaw next.
The heavily fragmented and modulated voice is loud in the empty medical wing of the frigate Mercy, and it echoes for what seems like an abnormally long amount of time before it's travel is cut short by an equally obtrusive pop. A hiss enters the furthest hallway of the medbay, it's sound menacing and frightful in the otherwise silent ship. With another pop, a large cylinder in the bay pops open, it's door-like lid opening slowly until it's at a 90 degree angle with the rest of the device. A cold gunmetal grey, the frost on it's surface is evident until a pale hand suddenly emerges to grip the sides of the cylinder and smear the frozen condensation. With a gasp of air, the head and face of a young man barely 21 years of age is brought to life from his cold slumber. Overly animated for a man who's slept for so long, the young man reaches with his free hand to grip some imagined railing and falls forward, his body smacking against the cold plasteel deck of the Nebulon-B with a thud as the modulated voice returns. "Life signs nom-om-ominal."
Taking several long, greedy gasps of air before he moves, the young man crawls along the deck as the medical coverings over his groin provide little protection against the freezing air. Reaching a table and chair, he attempts to pull himself up into at least a sitting position when a sudden churning in his stomach causes him to double over and retch. Thick, green fluids erupt through his throat and pour from his mouth to the ground, causing the modulated voice to once again return, this time obviously annoyed. "Please in-g-gest the fluid. It c-c-contains needed proteins, minerals, vit-ta-tamins, and nutrients which help your b-body to replace what it's l-o-o-o-o-ost." Paying little heed to what he now recognizes as the voice of the on board medical droid MA-RQ, the man again attempts to climb into the chair. When he's finally successful, Corbin levels his eyes on the emitter located on the wall opposite of him. "Were we rescued," he says to the emitter, and he finds his voice to be raspy and words hard to form, "Or did we repair hyperdrive?" His tongue feels numb, his mind even more so. Looking down the banks of cylinders like his own, the young man notes each one has begun it's thawing stage. They were all waking up "I'm sorry, J-Jedi Jork-k-kul. You were not rescued and the hyperdrive system is still non-functioning. S-s-simply speaking, this dro-oi-oid is the last unit available and I am failing."
The young man's lips twist into a frown, and his body slumps into the chair. Well. That wasn't the news he wanted to hear. Turning his head again to the stasis chambers, Corbin idly wonders who will thaw next.