Epilogue (Dead Planet, campaign arc one)
126 years, 5 months, 13 days after the events on the moon of the Dead Planet, the thirteenth awakening... The cryopod doors powered up one last time, and the deck lights on the Lucifer Rising blinked on again, and the cryochamber was bathed in a harsh yellow light. The frost on the doors is beginning to sublimate, the life support, pushed to its limit, rushes to full power and begins heating the ship and recycling the stale air. The humans twitched awake. Radon rose instantly and glanced about to take a quick inventory of their vitals and quirks. Humans never stop being concerned about Androids-- even when their own best interests are at hand, so he disguised these scans by pretending to yawn (as humans do) and take quick darting glances while examining his finger nails. Several of the breakers were suffering from neurological damage, as to be expected on such a long flight, and many were pale and malnourished. Radon saw that many, at least half, seemed at times forget...