2185-Hyperion

Named after the great titan of human mythology, Hyperion was set to carry 20,000 human colonists into Andromeda like it's sister arks: Natanus built for the turians, Leusinia the asari, and Paarchero made salarian for colonists. Standing at more than a one and a half kilometers longs with the weight of 17 million metric tons, Ark Hyperion holds the rank as one of the largest starships ever built. Its construction was held in the human home system of Sol around the orbit of Earth's moon Luna. It's main personnel was a crew of twelve hundred. The ark's captain, Nozomi Dunn a former captain of the SSV Columbus an Alliance survey ship, Dunn had an experience in directing starships in unexplored territory.

Fitted with an advanced AI, System Adaptive Matrix along with its own wired set personal VI, the ark's technology itself bore no rival within any known ship throughout the galaxy. Another interesting feature was the ark's ODSY drive system an engine core designed for sustained FTL in dark space. Although FTL was itself a great leap of speed, traveling through the complete openness of nothing was still a gathered amount of time. Scientists calculated that the travel time between both galaxies would take six to seven centuries tops, that was almosts an asari's lifetime, no known species but the krogan could live that long and neither the krogan nor the asari would want to age away while flying in complete darkness so cryogenic sleep had to be the case of travel.

The course of departure took years to plot but the ark's navigators had it squared away. First, it was to be a relay jump to the Ismar Frontier, a cluster on the far fringe of known Council space into the Faia system. Their ODSY drive core would activate sending the ark on a heavy jump out of the cluster and thus out of the Milky Way.

Everyone on the Hyperion was on a clockwork work order. Today was launch day, a date set for the archives which were to start the great journey no being in the galaxy has done before. Every one on board was scrambling from workstation to workstation, departure time was coming up and everything had to be in top condition. Non-essential items and areas had to be shut off to conserve power, logistics such as in supplies and emergency fail safes needed to be accounted for. And everyone needed to be aboard for as when the Hyperion makes that jump and you're not on it….well you're s.o.l.

Scott was in the operations center on the habitation deck doing some assigned work. Per also being the Pathfinder's stationed reconnaissance specialist, Scott also had two jobs on the Hyperion. Captain Nozomi Dunn had given him the job with the Pathfinder logistics team were he, would assist shuttle pilot's Kirkland and Fischer in handling the armory and orders for groundside missions. The other job given by his father was to work in engineering which predominantly involved him around tending to SAM when his father couldn't at times.

Simple work as any but Scott was battling a leering headache that kept creeping on him like a thresher maw in the desert making giving it some difficulty in completing his task much quicker. The origin, too much whiskey. He wouldn't call it a hangover, (well he wouldn't admit it) just feeling a little dry mouth and a tummy ache. Nothing a six hundred year power nap could not fix ...and a glass of water...with lime...or maybe some ginger ale? Last night was a good way to send off from the galaxy, nothing like telling the Milky Way to fuck off with two of his favorite things in the world, whiskey and ass. Scott decided not to further prey on Garson or Nuara for the sake of family honor and the time he spent with Cora was fun but he kept it at a professional level, it just seemed weird hooking up with your dad's X.O. you know? So he instead settled for one of the communications officers stationed on Ark Leusinia, that asari could do things with a singularity Scott never thought possible.

Scott checked his datapad reading energy levels, "My side's green SAM, how's your end?"

A low mechanical voice echoes in Scott's ears, "Risks of failed systems in low possibility. Functionality at one hundred percent."

There were at times where Scott wished SAM didn't sound all to technical all the time. Just a "Yeah everything's good." would suffice. Yes SAM is an A.I. and thus sounding like a machine was a default but A.I. are not your average tech, they were machines with personality and SAM sounded like he had not one. But Scott knowing that it was his father who designed, program and thus created SAM and given the lack of personality his dad had, Scott couldn't really blame SAM for that.

Scott opened his omni, "Testing scans." He scanned a potted shrub that was there as decoration waiting for SAM to relay the data. "Copy?"

It's info popping up on a holographic screen showing that it was a piece of unnecessary plastic. "Scan complete. Reading viability cleared."

"Dunn to Chief Petty Officer Ryder. Dunn to Ryder." spoke captain Dunn through his omni on a comm channel.

Scott hated when Dunn would use his rank, he hated his rank more or less. Chief Petty officer was to Navy and Scott spent his days with a rank as a marine. But the ranks were nominal given this was a civilian ship and only given to Pathfinder squads, so no real military hierarchy. "Go head captain." said Scott.

"How're things on deck-3?"

"Everything's in the clear ma'am. Just finished core energy check-up."

"Good, I need you at the shuttle bay and check with Kirkland, Fischer, and Greer to see if they finished up with the ongoing cargo before your father's shuttle arrives. Once he's here we'll do the last check up before heading to cryo."

"Aye aye." Scott closed his omni. "Funny, a few years back I fought A.I. back on the Citadel and now I'm making sure one of them has enough juice once we go through darkspace." he said walking to the tram that takes him to the lower decks.

"I find that comparison to be a bit objectionable." spoke SAM abruptly.

"How so?"

"The geth you fought were rogue and had no appreciation towards any form of life. They were ienate constructs rebelling against the one's they owe their creation to. I do not endorse such ideas. I have no intention nor motive to harm you."

"You're both A.I." Scott tries to explain, "That's the similarities."

"Oil and water are both liquids." SAM interjects. Scott then understood what SAM was trying to imply.

"I see…" He says. The tram immediately arriving at its station on which Scott steps off. "It was wrong of me to try to generalize you, I wasn't trying to lump you into those psycho robots sorry."

"There is no need for apologies Scott, I understand the reason why you would look at me in the way as you would with the geth. They were the first interaction you had with artificial intelligence and they were trying to kill you."

"Yes and I can see you're not them."

"Exactly. Thus the point I'm trying to make."

Scott laughed a little to himself. There were times SAM could really make him crack a smile even though the A.I. wasn't trying to. "SAM, to me you're not crazy an A.I... To me, you're more like the creepy voice in my head."

"In theory, I am the creepy voice in your head."

"Exactly." Scott said with a sly grin, "Thus the point I'm trying to make."

He touched the back of his head feeling for the small lining stitch that was barely visible due to hair starting to overpass it. That was where they put that implant in. He remembers shortly after signing on with the Initiative that his father briefs both Sarah and him about SAM and how the A.I. will serve them operationally to Pathfinders and their squads. SAM would work via neural implant. Scott had immediately objected to the idea,barking off on how crazy this was and that had the Alliance had caught wind of this they would've done more than discharged his father they would've arrested him. Alec was quick to shoot Scott down, however, showing that the implant would not be a danger for it was of the same patent design from his mother's work on biotic implants. Scott's mother Ellen, a leading pioneer in neural biotic interfaces. It was something to calm Scott down to. Knowing the much work she had put into that it eventually lead to her death, how dedicated and concrete she was. Scott then grew trusting towards the idea of putting an A.I. in his brain since SAM was his father's work and the implants was that of his mother's then he could at least be lenient to the idea and so under the knife he went.

At the shuttle/cargo port, the entire area was already packed to the brim with supplies and vehicles. The Hyperion's main logistics team were already squared away in working, moving and stacking all items into a log. The area was vast in width and had the size to fit the entirety of an Alliance cruiser inside it which could be no surprise, the ark itself stood at one and a half kilometers long with the weight of seventeen million metric tons. The Hyperon was big.

The shuttle port had its bay area doors open for transport shuttles were ongoing, moving in and out of the station to bring in more supplies and people aboard. To keep the staff and other things from sucking out in the vacuums of space, an idiotize kinetic shield was brought up in the door's threshold. Giving off a nice viewing vista of Earth still visible from the distance they were in.

Coming to where the shuttles were parked, he could see both Kirkland and Fischer handing off crates supplies and other assorted cargo into its designated areas off the space crafts. The shuttles were of the UT-47 Kodiak design, the same model used in the Alliance but were disarmed and refabricated with a civilian make. Garson wanted to make it perfectly clear that this Initiative was for the purpose of research and discovery only, so no military ships and thus the Kodiaks were built to carry science equipment and not guns.

Fischer was just stepping off the shuttle lugging a heavy set crate glaring at Kirkland who was sitting down atop another crate looking at a holo-screen on his omni. He was getting a little annoyed with both he and Greer lugging all this crap off these damn flying bricks. Greer, however, looked like he had no problem, in height he was taller than both Kirkland and Fischer, and in weight, the man was way more muscular. But it seemed that Greer used his brains than his muscles as to what he showed Fischer when easily picking up the heavy crate and placing it on the hover-cart that was already carrying few crates of cargo. "Used the lift." he says to Fischer, "It's easier that way."

Fischer only grunted feeling shamed by the man's simple suggestion and thus turned his attention to Kirkland who was still on his omni, "Will you come on!" he shouted to the man. "Dunn wanted this shit moved from the Kodiaks hours ago, we're going into cryo soon hurry up!"

Kirkland shot Fischer a fierce glare placing a finger over his lips to shush the man. "Just got this message from my daughter." He taps a button for his omni to play the audio recording loudly, "Mommy says we're going to bed now, night night daddy….love you!" A smile pursed his face, Greer dawned a wide smile while Fischer himself eased up on being hostile with his teammate. "They're on the Nexus right?" Greer asked.

"Yeah." Kirkland spoke closing his omni and getting to his feet to help finish up. "My wife's works in botany so they had her stationed there with the rest of the civvies best that way."

"Gentlemen!" Scott beamed approaching them, "Dunn sent me here to watch over you girl scouts." he teased. Fischer grinned "Fuck off dickhead!" he says going back to his work.

"That's chief petty officer dick head." Scott retorted.

"Oh look at you." spoke Greer, he was helping Fischer load the cargo onto the hover lift, "Liking your new squid rank eh Ryder?" he continued.

Squid, being the derogatory slur marines would refer to navy personnel. Scott knew how much of an insult that was there and thus shot Kirkland an amused look giving the man the finger, that made both Kirkland and Fischer laugh.

All four of the men were ex-Alliance, serving in the marines. When Scott joined up Kirkland, Fischer and Greer were the first he met that was to be of his father's team and were also easily to get along with since bonding over their past military career was an easy conversation starter.

Dusty Kirkland was from Eden Prime as to what Scott remembered and first saw combat in the Theshaca raids and Torfan when he first enlisted at eighteen as a gunship operator. David Fischer an Earthborn kid out of Toronto, did his Alliance time as a fighter-jock, flying Tridents in patrol fleets back in the Skyllian Verge. And Andrew Greer the oldest out of all four of the group, was from Terra Nova, not a pilot but served in a tank battalion and fought on Elysium during the Blitz, he claimed to have met Commander Shepard first hand during combat.

Scott was the youngest marine and many of the guys especially Greer had thought he was too green for a real combat story, only believing his only action he ever encountered was a pirate raid here and there but when they found out he fought on Citadel when those crazy ass robots were pillaging the place, their aspect of him changed. The dude could handle himself, but what child of Alec Ryder couldn't.

"Everything logged and accounted for?" spoke Scott quoting that annoying jargon those desk-jockeys from the upper decks would say.

"Yeah." spoke Kirkland reading a shipping manifest, "Most of this shit is just extra stuff for the Nexus but all of the Hyperion's supplies have already been bolstered down for the trip.

"This is Nexus material?" said Fischer, looking all the bricks upon bricks of crates that made a complete twelve kilometer wall that was bordering along the wall of the Hyperion's cargo deck.

"As big as that station is they couldn't carry all of it?"

"No they couldn't." spoke Greer, "They had the station filled to capacity, what can't be carried the other arks had to make room for."

"That's satisfying to hear actually." said Scott, "Going to the unknown part of the cosmos always good to pack extra food, soap, and underwear." A short tinge of pain pulsed his head and Scott began to rub his temples. "Ugh…" he moaned knowing how unprofessional this looks right now but in front of the guys it seemed hilarious.

Fischer grinned maliciously "Whiskey coming back from the dead to kick you in the ass Ryder?"

"Yep...and it's winning." Scott groaned still rubbing his head.

Kirkland went to one of the unsecured crates, opening it and rummaging through some the of packages. "Here." he tosses Scott a small cylinder can, cherry cola it was. "Nothing like a carbonated drink that can cure the irish flu."

Scott opening the soda slowly as it was not to spray out then taking a few hard gulps of the sweet fizzy soft drink.

"Don't drink too fast junior you could get a tummy ache." Greer chuckled.

"Too late for that." Scott said. His gut had been burning earlier. "Would be nice having some beer though." he said seeing that would help more.

"I did put out an order for some good old fashion Canadian larger two weeks ago." said Fischer.

"That order was denied." Kirkland interjected.

"Yeah but I got a little help with that brit in crisis response." said Fischer.

"Kosta? Ain't he an ex-cop? He would smuggle for you?"

"He said he'd help he didn't incline into how but I don't think he truly meant smuggling. I thought maybe he had known a guy that works in general logistics that could ease up with the weight cost." said Fischer.

"The Hyperion is designed to carry an exact allowance of weight, anything over the limit could be catastrophic." Kirkland implied.

A funny image painted in Scott's mind, all of the Hyperion's habitants dying due to a weight overhaul that'll steer their flight path into something dangerous because of some unauthorized beer. Scary but hilarious. He then thought back on Kosta whom he met earlier today, the guy was handling some cargo of his own...a couch? Either way, Scott helped him with it and noticed when he carried it, it was surprisingly heavy to carry than any other sofa he's had to handle but he didn't think much about it.

"Thanks for the soda Kirkland." said Scott finishing his drink. "It's starting to help a bit."

Kirkland smiled "I knew that whiskey was gonna spear you." He said, "But then you were too busy trying to explore the Director's territory to know better."

"You were trying to get into Garson's panties!?" Greer laughed.

"Bold move Ryder but you don't bone the boss just yet." Fischer spoke trying to sound as if he had experience. "You use your recon skills to scout out some nice planet with white sandy beaches, palm trees, and edible fruit, invite her over to check it out and then you try an bone her."

Scott ponders at the thought… "That could be a plan." But then he got back to one obstacle, "You'd think she'd want to? She is married."

Greer shot a puzzled look, "What? Who in the hell told you that."

"My sister. Sarah said she's married to Nuara."

That cause some of the guys to look at each other for a long silent minute giving Scott the variable chance that this was a joke. Then the laughter burst out.

"Garson isn't married!? And especially not Nuara!" said Greer.

"Sarah said she talked to an aide that said they tied the knot two days ago!"

More laughter continued, "Scott." Greer said calming down a bit, "My cousin works directly for Garson, I was with her a few days ago and with Garson. If she and Nuara were married I'd know. And besides, why would Garson marry her old business partner?"

Scott barred at the thought for a moment but then was immediately inclined to believe Greer, he knew his cousin Suzanne worked as Garson's chief of staff and thus would get insider knowledge with the people at the top. His sister played him, no doubt about that.

"Sarah…" He grumbled to himself.

"Don't get so mad about it Ryder." said Fischer, "Heard you still got some action." He got up towards Scott leaning to his ear, "Who was that asari you were fooling with that said she was on the Leusinia?"

Scott had trouble with the name but it soon came to him, "Ve...Vederia? Yeah, that's it, her name was Vederia."

A loud pang of a siren echoes overhead, stopping the gentlemen in their conversation. "Incoming shuttle, all bay personnel please stay clear." The intercom spoke. The ex-marines saw as one shuttle began to glide in smoothly, passing through the kinetic barrier. Recognizing who's shuttle it was they decided to meet with the passengers once they disembark from the craft.

The door opens with a pop and then a hiss as the first passenger stepped off it was Cora Harper, the men nodded their head in respect. "Lieutenant." They said as she passes by, she nods back at them with acknowledgment continuing her walk. Next was the shuttle's pilot, Linda Hayes as Scott would recall and set to be Fischer's copilot. Finally, the last two stepping off was Sarah and Alec Ryder whom they both looked to have been conversating.

"Sir!" barked the group standing upright instantly going into a salute as he stepped by them. "At ease." He grumbled, "Civilians." Alec said in a deep tone then looking straight at them, reminding them that this ship wasn't military and their days in the Alliance were in the past and on a file. It didn't matter to them, their Pathfinder was an ex-N7, a former elite operative of the Systems Alliance military and one of the first to carry that rank. That alone carried strength within him and well-earned respect.

As the crew finished their cargo handling, Scott had set off from the group staring out the kinetic barrier into the vast oceans of stars looking out towards his homeworld that it was in a clear distance. Earth he was gonna miss it. The summers he spent on the southern California beaches, surfing. Camping trips he and his sister spent on the mountains. The friends he made. Then there was the matter to his mother….her grave at least. Who was to tend to it? Did his father make any arrangements?

"Getting the last look at it?" a voice spoke next to him. It was Sarah who was gazing out herself.

"Yeah." Scott sighed.

"What are you going to miss the most?"

"Manhattan."

"New York?"

Scott shook his head, "No. Manhattan beach."

"Ah." Sarah smiled, "Surfing."

"You gonna miss the mountains?" Scott asked.

His sister nodded with an almost mournful smile, "Yeah. Climbing the top snowboarding back down." She stops in her words, not trying to go through the dreaded feels of homesickness.

Scott, however, was already swimming in it. "This will always be our homeworld, Sarah. No matter what part of the universe we end up Earth is our home, this planet made us, this galaxy."

"I know Scott." Sarah spoke, "But don't think that we're abandoning the Milky Way, think of it as we're bringing the Milky Way to Andromeda. In a way we kinda are."

"Yeah I know but…"

"But?"

"Mom...her grave is still back there."

Sarah steps close to her brother and touched her heart, "Remember dad's words." She then touches his, "Mom is with us."

A long sigh exhaled and Scott did not want to look at his homeworld any longer. "Goodbye Earth." Turning away from it, "And hello Andromeda."

Dr. Carlyle gently touched the wrist feeling for Scott's pulse as he looked the screen showing its readings. "Vitals are in the green." the doctor spoke. "Are you feeling okay, not last minute jitters?"

Scott rolled his eyes, "I already took my potty break, Harry."

Carlyle chuckled a grin "Just making sure. Need to make sure you're alright, especially after I heard you were feeling strung-out from a night of long whiskey."

"Who told you that?"

"Lexi, after reading her morning evaluation."

Scott shook his head, feeling a little irritated. "That asari couldn't hold water."

"Right." said Carlyle as he inserts an I.V. into Scott's arm, "Let's get these synthetic laced neurons into your system so your body don't rot on the inside as you sleep."

The onboard PA system chimed over the intercom: "The Hyperion is prepared for final inspection. All personnel please report to your designated stasis pods."

"You heard the chore bell Harry." said Scott. The doctor still injecting the fluid while keeping his eyes on his medical screen checking the vitals. "Hang on." he spoke, "Just need to make sure it's...there!" Carlyle removes the tube, placing a small band-aid over the opened skin. "All done, you can go join your father and sister."

Scott touched the bandage, rubbing his arm a bit seeing if he should feel different but nothing came up for him to notice so he got from his seat. "Thanks bunches Harry. Nighty night!"

"Sweet dreams Scott." said Carlyle watching the young man walk off.

Scott went to the long storage hall, where everyone else had seem to gather at. There was a sharp dry chill in the air and it was dimly lit with the design of a compact storing area specifically built to hold over ten thousand stasis pods in one tightly fit area. Cryogenics was the name of this storage hall and it was built to carry all of the Hyperion's colonist and crew. The hall had the pods built as a rotating wheel, placing each pod atop another onto where pods overhead were facing directly down almost forming a complete circle. The design was meant to have all the stasis pods into one area. Thousands of humans in cryogenic stasis costs a lot of energy and energy needed to be conserved to the fullest with its primary resources going if not short of: cryo, the engines and of course SAM who had to be the only conscious one up to control the ark as it was drifting in total darkness.

Life support systems and air at the cryo facility had to be on at all times. Every other room except the engine core on the Hyperion was marked nonessential, even the artificial gravity had to be taken down.

Life support technicians were up all day constantly putting people into their pods, checking their vitals to make sure they were in the green and then moving into rows making way for more colonist and ark personnel. Scott looked on with arms folded as people were heading to their pods, hugging their loved ones with the casual words "See you on the other side." as their goodbyes. He then peeped over to a woman who seperated herself from the crowd using that as a matter fact for she needed the space to do some stretching that Scott himself was already paying dead attention. The sight as how she pulls her body with her Initiative jumpsuit hugging her form as she did it made his eyes grow wide. It didn't take but a second for Scott to realize that it was Harper, HARPER!? Doing the the vivacious body pulling. "Uhhh…" he spoke, loud enough for her to hear.

"It's good to stretch before sleep yeah?" said Cora, with her legs parted far, she then bent low pulling herself to one leg and then the other. A firm view of her toned...backside coming into Scott's sight.

Scott's eyes would pop out given how even wider the went and his jaw tighten as he was about to say something that was quite bawdy but the words choked in his throat as he could hear the voice of his old commanding officer, "She's an X.O! Restrain yourself sergeant!" Then came his father's voice who was just as growling and demanding, "Keep your pecker in your pants boy! That's an order!" To think on it they were starting to sound the exact same.

Cora gathered herself coming out of her stretch "You okay there chief?" she said to Scott who was oddly silent. Scott snapped from his trance, "Huh? Yeah. I was thinking how I should maybe pop my back before going in." He then push at his lower back feeling a pop in his spine, then clumsily goes into a lunge, trying to break out of the sheer awkwardness of him staring at her, it wasn't working. She however fortunately walked off, a small chuckle to herself passing by.

Sarah breathed in slowly as Dr. Lexi T'Perro checked her respiratory status by placing her stethoscope on her lower back. Sarah was sitting on a small crate just outside her cryo pod when the asari decided to do one final check up before Sarah had got in, "Feeling nervous?" said Lexi checking her readings, all signs good.

"You mean having that noxious feeling as you dwell on the fact that as you sleep you hope your father's A.I. don't accidently reset course and have you drifting in dark space forever?" Sarah replied sounding trying to sound a bit humorous but the sense of dread still cracked her voice.

SAM spoke overhearing her. "Sarah if I may assure you. The set course towards Andromeda has been already been programed within the Hyperion's navigation mainframe. Speaking, while I'll have cognitive functions of the ark's controls I do not initially control it directly, my job is to monitor and act in case of emergency."

"Basically what SAM is saying is that he won't hijack the ark and take it joyriding." Scott spoke walking in to join her. She gave her brother a look, "That sounds like something you would do."

Scott pretended to be offended but his sly grin said otherwise. "What!?" he says in fake disbelief, "No."

Sarah did a malicious smirk of her own, "Remember when dad came home with that Mako?" she said recalling the time of the incident when they were twelve years old.

He laughs to himself almost boasting as Lexi stopped to do his final check up. A quick scan from her omni showed that Dr. Carlyle had did a good job in keeping this young marine clean and healthy. "Kinda think of it I would do something like that." said Scott. "Just for shits and giggles. Eh SAM?"

"That would be an event that deserves contemplation."

"Don't give the A.I. ideas." Lexi grumbled.

Scott only smiled at her, "Where's the fun doc?"

"Back on the Nexus at Garson's party." the doctor replied as in a way to remind him that playtime was over. She closed her omni and went to tend to others while Scott waited for her to get out of an earshot.

"Speaking of Garson's party…" he trails on, as he quickly had remembered something. "You told me she was hitched to Nuara!" He says to her his sister almost accusatory.

"Scott." Sarah replied in kind words, "You're my brother so I'll say this love. You're a complete idiot for thinking you were going to just bang the director of the Initiative." she said bluntly, "Confident but stupid."

"Just you wait." Scott continued boasting, "Once we make it to Andromeda, I'll find the world that has the perfect sunsets to a point where Garson would practically fall in love with me."

"God, you are relentless."

"Alright you two." spoke Alec coming in stepping towards his pod. "It's time for shut eye."

"Ah what!?" said Scott, "No bedtime story." he teased. Sarah giggled. Alec rolled his eyes completely immune to his son's constant jests. "You used to wet yourself every time we told you a story." That made Sarah laugh even louder. The PA went on for a final call.

"Attention all personnel, Cryogenic stasis is about to begin, all personnel must finish their medical evaluation and proceed to their assigned pods immediately."

That was the Ryders cue to enter their pods. "Whelp." Alec spoke, "Let's get this over with…"

"So the real work begins?" his son finished his sentence, remembering that was his usual saying throughout his work in the Initiative. His father only smiled at him as he turned to face his kids while standing in his pod. "See you two on the other side." he spoke. A life support tech comes by to tap on the pod's console closing its hatch in a cold misty hiss.

"Sleep tight dad." said Sarah watching his pod close then being taken upwards for it to be parked overhead along with the other aligned pods. "Me next!" piped Sarah entering her pod, the same tech guy access her pod's controls with Scott watching her. "Thirty ,redits." Sarah spoke before her pod closes. "What?" said Scott.

"Thirty credits that my boots would touch the first planet we set on in Andromeda first!" The hatch begins to slowly close.

Scott rolled his eyes with a snort, "Fifty!" he says

"Deal!" his sister calls back before the door closes shut tightly. The pod is moved by the crane up towards the roof where Sarah joins their father.

"Alright, just one more Ryder." spoke the tech.

Scott enters his pod exhaling slowly, this was a little nerve racking though he did not want to admit it. He doesn't think anyone has done cryogenic stasis before but he trusted the people here these were professionals, the best and brightest on to what the galaxy could offer. Entering the pod he could the soft cushion comfort this had. It was snug but an easy fit. And even though he was standing, the pod was deep enough to give his posture an almost as if he was laying down.

The pod's VI then comes online as the engineer runs its systems,"Vital signs normal." the VI spoke. "Here we go." says Scott in a subtle sigh, his heart was a bit jumpy from all the nervousness and excitement. The hatch slowly comes down with a cold hiss, bringing itself into a tight click as it shuts itself. The external sounds were completely shut off and Scott could only hear his own breathing, the crane then comes and takes the pod upward towards the roof with the other pods onto where Scott was facing down to the floor. "Now beginning stasis mode." the VI then speaks again. Gusts of cold fog then seeps from the pod's tiny vents. Dry cold air blizzards in and Scott was about to shiver a bit with only peace of heat was vapor of his breath as it fogs the tiny window, he began to fill lighthead for Dr. Carlyle's medication was then kicking in. His eyes roll back and felt as if his brain was unplugging itself into a coma. The VI coming back online once more. "Sleep well pioneer."

A/N: Geez that took too long sorry :( I'd just wanted to add some filler in between before the events of Andromeda. I'm not trying to make the conversation long or dragging so if I am don't be scared to let me know I'm really trying not to if it seems that way.