I’m dreaming of peace. Soft images. Calm and serene.
A shimmer of light filters into the darkness.
Silence changes out for sounds. Random beeping and crackling sounds that intellectually I know are computers, but seem so otherworldly.
My eyes drift open.
The bay is dimly lit. Not even enough to read by. They know this is where you’ll wake up. No one wants to stare into a bank of sun-bright lights first thing.
There are techs here. Medics. They go about their duties in quiet efficiency, checking gauges and readouts. I let them remove the spiderweb of tubes and wires before I step forward and plant a foot on the deck. As always, it’s icy cold. The shock has proven to be the little jolt my body needs to fully come around, and this time is no different.
“Heavy Confed presence. We’re number three on approach. Expectation of enemy action within three hours.”
I sigh and glance back at the hibernation tube.
I was dreaming of peace.