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Mar. 16th, 2012 11:28 pmYou really didn't dream in hypersleep. You just closed your eyes, heard the soft hiss of gas displacement and then...
woke up.
Newt blearily rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She felt sick and her head hurt. Ripley hadn't warned her about that. Nor had she told Newt she'd wake up alone in a cell.
The lights were too bright and she squinted against them. There was a burning sting in the back of her neck and she reflexively reached back to rub the spot. Someone had dressed her. It was kinda creepy, but the cloths fit, much better than Hick's tee shirt. She sat up carefully and looked around. Her eyes darting to the walls and ceiling, the solid floor. There were no sign of service vents or airflow conduits. The floor was solid.
Newt moved to the open doorway and jumped back with a scream when she discovered the force-field.
Whatever was going on, she didn't like it.
"Ripley?" She called into the hallway beyond the tauntingly open seeming doorway. No one answered.
"Bishop?" she called a little softer. The Synthetic had been in bad shape when they went to sleep. But he was still functioning.
"Hicks?" That name was softly spoken. He had been hurt bad.
When the hologram came on Newt scrambled under the bed, her knees pulled in tight as she listened. You had to listen or you died.
woke up.
Newt blearily rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She felt sick and her head hurt. Ripley hadn't warned her about that. Nor had she told Newt she'd wake up alone in a cell.
The lights were too bright and she squinted against them. There was a burning sting in the back of her neck and she reflexively reached back to rub the spot. Someone had dressed her. It was kinda creepy, but the cloths fit, much better than Hick's tee shirt. She sat up carefully and looked around. Her eyes darting to the walls and ceiling, the solid floor. There were no sign of service vents or airflow conduits. The floor was solid.
Newt moved to the open doorway and jumped back with a scream when she discovered the force-field.
Whatever was going on, she didn't like it.
"Ripley?" She called into the hallway beyond the tauntingly open seeming doorway. No one answered.
"Bishop?" she called a little softer. The Synthetic had been in bad shape when they went to sleep. But he was still functioning.
"Hicks?" That name was softly spoken. He had been hurt bad.
When the hologram came on Newt scrambled under the bed, her knees pulled in tight as she listened. You had to listen or you died.
