"Ten more seconds ... Ah, I hate waking up from cryo ..."
"three ... two ... OK, let's see how you're getting on, big boy ..."
As the red light hit his eyes, he gulped and started the emergency diagnostics check. When the report started glowing green across all sections, Sanchez knew this probably meant something worse happened and started investigating flight data.
"Flight time, 249 hours? What the hell? It's only been ten days. Next wake up was scheduled for 2400 hours."
Cryo signals check finished. The 12 senior memers were awake and the holo-meeting was already finished. Orders started scrolling on the display.
Home beacon stopped emitting. Kill home reply beacon. Disengage all auxiliary location signals. Return to cryo and resume planned wake up schedule. Signed - Bartell, commander in chief
Sanchez could not believe it.
"Home beacon ... Earth ... it's... gone"
He tried to keep it together but it was too much ... too soon. Tears started flowing from his red tired eyes.
"Everyone ... my family... my friends ... Biron.."
"He should've come! He and his silly hopes ... all his projects ... So much work ... so many ideas ... what will come of them now? Jayden Biron is probably dead, and now the locating signal is to be shut down..."
"He was my best friend, he fucking designed this entire ship! Don't you fucking touch that signal, Sanchie ... that's what he said ..."
As he typed his final commands into the console and settled in for another cryo session he smiled for a second and thought to himself ...
"Nobody's fucking touching it ... rest in peace, old friend"
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