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A hiss! That was how it started. Or rather the overpowering urge to throw up every ounce of hyperoxygenated goo in his lungs that followed the his was how it started. Falling from his newly opened cradle onto the hard deck below was how it ended.
His eyes blinked, adjusting to the light, the sudden change in situation. This is where he should have started crying. Racial memory screamed for this but he settled for a cough. Newborn, naked, alone. Everything he had known was suddenly gone. Replaced with this harsh reality. And that was what it was. Reality.
Mater was gone and now they were cut off. Situation unknown! The thought was enough to snap him back to this reality that he was now in. He had to get up. Get moving. Military training. Unknown years of military training got him to his feet and to the console in the middle of the room. Facts! That's what they needed now.
Five lifesigns. Just five. Everyone else aborted or dead. His fist slammed down on the console. Tears stung his eyes but it wasn't time for that. Not now. He pressed a button. He needed to know who was alive. He bit his lip as he scanned the names looking for just one. The important one.
Alexander. Odin. Alpha. Leader. That was the only important name. Everyone else was expendable to his mind as long as their leader was safe and unharmed. He pulled up the records. Safe. Alive. Almost ready for his rebirth. Who else? Three others. Hunter, mechanic and medic. They were lucky. This combination could keep them alive.
Readouts scrolled as he gathered information. Alexander Alpha would be waking any time now and would need a report. He couldn't spare any time for lost brothers. There was nothing he could do for them. Not now. Except remember them and pray it was painless. There would be time for mourning later ... If they were lucky.