Space Adven-fur

*You wake up suddenly to the hiss of a machine's hydraulic motion. The first thing you feel is the chill of the clean sterile smelling air in your nostrils (if you have them). Light blinds your vision momentarily only to reduce soon after as your eyes adjust. A constant fog rolling over your body, keeping the temperature of your body too low to be comfortable. Looking up you would see the glass panels fogged up too much for you to see through. Around your body were claustrophobic walls that made this box feel like a coffin's embrace. Another hiss and the glass ceiling pops up and begins to descend over your head. The room now opening up to the sight of a large collection of sleeping pods waiting their turn behind you.

The machine hisses again, forcing you to slowly rise your upper body even while it was too numb to really move yet. From your left to your right was more pods, each in their different states of revival. An uncountable amount of different species seem to fill these sleeping pods. Each one attended to by what looked like medical professional wearing what ever standard medical gear their species could wear. In front of you on a wall was a display panel and above it a gold plaque with the words 'S.S. Argo'. The display panel was a little cartoon that blasted alien words that you barely could understand in your state. Though eventually it showed an animation of a large civilian transport ship traveling from one system you might be able to recognize to a system called 'Colch', an outer rim system in the ancient section of space.

A moment after your limbs were given back control to you, an alien fox of white fur and a nurses outfit stood in front of your gaze. Her outfit looked more like a Halloween costume than an actual nurse... giving it away that these attendants weren't probably actual medical professionals. Even though the fabric did cling to her hourglass figure quite nicely, the outfit edges unfortunately made her fur poof out messily. Under the nurse dress was her digitgrade legs, giving her a look like she had backward knees that descended down into two small four toed paws. Her clawed toes clicked on the metal flooring of the sleeping pop room as she got her balance. She lazily holds out a clear data pad for you to grasp. Whether or not your arms could work yet, she would let go, letting it carelessly drop to your lap. Large triangle ears regard you for a moment before flipping back as she began to apathetically give you the spiel from her long whiskery muzzle. "From the crew of Argo, welcome to the Colch system. We are currently in our retrograde with Medea station. Blah blah, yada yada. Look your stuff is in the locker down here." She softly kicks the bottom of your sleeper pod before continuing. "Fill out your details in that data pad, amnesia is a common symptom so just skip what you dont know or just don't do it, I dont care. Flex your toes if you have them, will help speed up the revival process." She gives you a side eye for a moment before looking up at the still closed pods in line above you, "Once you are situated, head to my left..." She gestures with her left hand, tipped with painting nubby claws on each digit, "... follow the lights on the floor and they'll lead you to the docking elevator. Don't push, fight, or eat any of your fellow passengers while waiting... though once on station, you are no longer our problem." She once again gives you a quick judging look before sighing out, "Thank you for flying Minyan shiplines, have a wonderful trip". She steps back and leans against the wall while crossing her arms and mostly ignoring you for now.*