Remnants and Fallout

[Tomtomrawr]

As with everybody else, he emerged from the sleeper chamber with a splutter as he coughed up cry-fluid and mucus into the drain. He continued spluttering on his knees for several seconds, having been caught by surprise and taking a large volume of cry-fluid into his lungs, then searched for his cane. It was exactly where he'd left it, resting next to his sleeper chamber. A thin film of dust covered the handle, but apart from that it was as good as new. He was surprised by the lack of dust, in fact.

He heard the call to proceed to the showers and moved without question. He was amidst the throng of people moving toward the shower, but with a bit of effort and using his walking stick to his advantage, by using it to hold others back, he was able to arrive at the front of the pack.

He was reluctant to remove the gunk-covered uniform which fit him so perfectly, but was sure a new set would be provided. He washed quickly, eager to find out what was happening and what required them to be frozen for... he didn't even know how long.

Once he had finished in the shower, he found a distinct lack of a change of clothes for him. He kept the towel wrapped around his waist, looking around at various people being provided with new sets of clothes.

The same two marines from earlier approached him. They looked exactly the same as they had earlier... or was it they looked exactly the same as they would look? Miller honestly wasn't sure what the Coalition was capable of, but he doubted they brought him to a replica Coalition ship and froze him with hundreds of others to sustain them for a journey to an undisclosed destination without some sort of time travelling. What could the Coalition possibly hope to accomplish by sending the replica ship with them all aboard out far into space? Why use a replica of the old ship, why use the old Coalition flag, unless they wanted to disguise themselves amongst the old Sol Coalitioners?

He found a full briefing on the console in his office. The marines had been wrong to escort him to the living quarters, and this time they took him to the Commissar quarters. He was still stuck with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, he didn't have a spare arm to use his walking stick, so one of the marines took that from him and he just made do.

They reached the quarters, and the marines departed. His cabin was more like an office. It reminded him of his father's office on Cambridge. There was a desk with a terminal - or what he assumed was a terminal, it had a screen but was archaic in design - and a fold-down bed. His father would prefer to sleep at the office, and when he was a child he'd normally sleep there with him.

A spare set of clothes was found in a locker. He closed the door, allowed the towel to drop and changed. The uniform was just as snug as the last one, much to his relief. He always found it hard to have identical clothing that felt the same when wearing it.

He sat down at his desk, touching the screen of what he believed was the terminal. It sprung to life, the "You have one unread message" icon drawing attention away from the other options. He opened the message, entitled "Briefing", but before it had finished loading he'd spotted another option on his terminal.

He expressed his confusion aloud. 'Tetris?'

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.