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**Sombs** · 05-07-2018, 10:48 PM,

Day 7 - Location unknown

It was the seventh day.

Ezrael opened his eyes. It was time to wake up. "Apahanta," he began, then his head turned to the side, just to find Sombra laying next to him, sleeping like a rock. With a smirk on his face, he placed a peck on her cheek. "Apahanta, please inform Commander Aguilar that Sombra and I will not come to breakfast and don't want to be disturbed." Ezrael sounded. Waking up from the voice of her love, Sombra opened her eyes for a short moment before she snuggled closer to him, placing her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him.

In the meantime, the crew gathered in the canteen for another breakfast. Leon entered the room a bit later than most other people. His eyes wandered over the view, eventually stopping at Annie, as the young and small woman glanced over at him while biting into her bun. Moving over to buffet to fetch his own food, Leon remained quiet. His eye bags were telling stories about sleepless nights. Other than those of Ezrael, his nights were all about finding a way to return to Sirius. His mood was suffering from it as well. The crew knew this. After having gathered his food, he moved to the table Annie was sitting at. It was quite inviting, as she usually wasn't sitting alone. This time it was different until he joined her, sitting infront of her. "Morning." Leon sounded quietly as he placed his bum onto the seat and pushed the cereals into the milk using his spoon.

"And? Any progress?" Annie returned before taking another bite of her bun. There was a little bit of chocolate cream at the corner of her mouth, a moment later licked away by her tongue. It made Leon smirk for a moment as it reminded him of Ezrael and Maren, as Ezrael often complained about Maren's table manners. Admittedly, she was eating as if she was raised in a barn. A phrase she used to use against Ezrael when he did something she saw as degenerate.

"I read up on Hawking radiation and went through different ideas of harnessing it. Turns out there is not a single way for us to make use of the black hole. Matter of factly, it would be rather likely that we create our own black hole and use the energy from it. I'd need to read more into that, though, and I doubt we have the resources for such an experiment. Means I sort of wasted time for nothing." In thought, he played with the cereals in his bowl, creating little floating hills of soaked cereals on the milk. "I thought about coupling the shields with our artificial gravity generation system to create an gravitational shield bubble to protect us from the black hole. That would allow us to get closer to it, but then again, I see no reason why we should waste resources on that if we can't use the black hole as energy source."

"That's a damn shame," Annie began, placing her bun on the plate. With a finger she cleaned her lips from chocolate cream remains, ending up sucking on her fingertip before continuing. "Any other ideas?" she asked while grabbing her glass of orange juice.

"Nope. I tried to come up with something the whole night, but as it stands, we're stuck here. It's frustrating, really." He shook his head, dropping the spoon in the bowl. Leaning back, he eyed the people at the table behind Annie. "Those people rely on us finding a way, but there is none. We're going to die out here."

"Already giving up?" Annie asked him, giving him a lopsided glance. "Nobody expects you to find the answer instantly, Leon. We will be out here for many months if not even years. Enough time to raise our game. I think you should get some rest."

"The Captain is not here. Sombs neither." Leon commented, as if he didn't listen to her in first place. She rolled her eyes before taking another bite of her bun, once more ending up with a smear of sweet brown at her lips. "They are probably fucking." With a certain disappointment, Leon lowered his head to feed himself some cereals. "Nancy is probably with this Mason all the time. At least she won't miss me."

There was an awkward silence at the table as Leon continued with his breakfast. Annie gave him a concerned look. From all she knew, this Nancy was merely a female version of Ezrael when it came to promiscuity. Keeping her opinion for herself, she continued with her bun, quietly.

There was this extremely uncomfortable feeling, and the worst about it was the fact Ezrael had to act over it. The lights went on and the room was illuminated again, allowing Ezrael and Sombra to see the shiny cryo capsules they cleaned and prepared yesterday. "You know, Ez, I often thought about those things," Sombra said quietly, approaching one of them, touching the transparent glass-like cover. Ezrael gulped, following her. "More than eight hundred years ago, the first colonists left those things to erect the settlements on Manhattan, New Berlin, New Tokyo and New London. One could say it was this kind of technology that gave birth to everything we have here in Sirius. It's really cool you have those things here on the ship."

It hurt to have her be that fascinated about them. He yet had to tell her. There wouldn't be any better moment than now, probably. "The Core, or better, APM produced these ones. They are on most Mako-class ships and on any other bigger ship of the Core, simply to be able to take care of people in various cases. Wounded or traumatic people get stuffed into these capsules to prevent them from dying and in case of a ship stranding because of an unstable jump hole, they are used to keep the crew in hibernation until the ship returned to known space. Sort of the situation we are in."

"Does that mean we are actually using them?" Sombra asked him, eyeing him curiously.

"Yes. I want to have these capsules ready once we run low on food and things. I need your help with this, though." He tried to remain normal while he pondered internally about how he could sell it to her in a way that wouldn't worry her.

She smiled at him, liking the sound of being helpful to him. "Of course! What do I do?"

"We need to test them. To be honest, we never got to use them, and we need to find out whether they are working as intended. So I need you to enter one of these capsules and sleep for a few hours." He smiled. Dying inside.

"Ouh, I can do that. How many hours?" she asked him with a happy smirk before turning around to look at the capsule.

"I mean, we only need some test values, so we get you out of there this evening." Smile.

"No lunch," she commented quietly while staring at the cryo capsule. "But then again, you fed me well this morning." She turned around, smirking widely at him with a slight blush on her face. "And last night."

He returned the smirk. The last hours were indeed rather nice, purposefully. "You'll get a nice dinner this evening, so don't worry. Maybe some cake? I'm pretty sure we have some cake frozen in the cargo bay. From Fort Bush, Sunbucks Cake." Something he actually bought for Maren, as she loved sweets and pretty much everything that was not healthy, to his personal disliking.

Minutes were passing and Sombra found herself in a cryo capsule. "You know, I think they should place those capsules horizontally. Standing here for hours is probably bad for my legs." Again she smirked at Ezrael, who stood next to the capsule, entering some parameters. It was weird to have him being quite all the time, but he probably was just missing out on the breakfast, she told herself. There was a breathing mask hanging next to her and she grabbed it, looking at it. Then Ezrael stood infront of her again, taking the mask from her.

"I set the timer, it will free you this evening. I will have everything monitored, both by myself and by Sherry, so there is nothing to worry about. You will probably just have a nice nap." He was about to place the mask on her face as she interfered, pushing his hands to the side. Giving him a firm look, she exhaled.

"Not without a kiss." She then smirked, and nodding once, Ezrael got closer. To his sudden surprise, she grabbed his face with her both hands and forced him to a long lasting kiss. Then she let go of him, leaning into the capsule again. Something felt wrong about this, she thought. He suddenly had spent so much time with her. The entire evening, the night, the morning without breakfast. It was as if time had stopped. Her eyes were focused on his, trying to reach beyond his typical countenance. Why was she the one to test the cryo capsules? Why was he so quiet? Why was he spending his time with her that much? Why? Why!? "Ez... love. If we are to die out here, don't let me die alone in this capsule, alright? I want to be with you. If I have to die, I want my last days and hours to be at your side. Can you promise me that?"

Ironically, the man outside the cryo tube was the one who froze. For a short moment, Ezrael had looked to the side, almost ashamed. Even while smirking. Then his eyes returned to meet hers. This was horrible. Why was she saying such a thing!? Why was she making this so difficult. "None of us is going to die, Sombs. I promise that. We won't die here. We will survive and you and me will eat some nice chiwi on Curacao."

"Promise it, love." Her eyes turned watery. Ezrael saw it and smiled even more.

"Promised, my little sunshine."

"I love you." Two tears were running left and right down her cheeks. "I love you so much." She ripped the mask out of his hands and placed it on her face. More tears were running, yet hidden behind the mask.

Ezrael stood there, smirking at her. "I love you, too. We'll see each other this evening, Sombs," he sounded with a quiet voice. Stepping to the side, he tapped a button on the interface and the capsule was closing. All internal sensors were on green. One last glance at her and blindly he actived the cryo capsule with a second tap on the interface. More tears were running. Not Sombra's, but his own. His smile was gone. Frustrated, he kept the life signs of Sombra focused. Everything was green. Brain activity was decreasing. Ezrael leaned his forehead against the metal surface above the panel. Even more tears. "I won't let anyone here die..."

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