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Twiliteknite06
Silence, deafening silence, then all at once the sound of rushing water. Water flowing so fast it triggers the stasis pod’s life support system. A small shock to his left temple pulls him from the silence and the stillness of the medically induced coma. Time had paused, and now someone had pushed the play button, sending cortisol levels through the roof, but the pod quickly administers a shot of adrenaline as the pod door opens and drops the half-Saiyan half-human hybrid unceremoniously onto the floor of the Doctor’s lab. However, something is different this time, something is, wrong? No one is reaching to put him on a gurney, no one is immediately sedating him, or checking to see if his Saiyan genes have somehow caused the tail he’d lost as a baby to regrow.
He seizes his chance, and rips off the respirator, pulls the tubes from his arms, the needles from his veins. Blood washes down his arms with the remaining stasis fluid. He sputters and coughs it from his lungs before taking a deep, shaky breath. On his knees now, he looks around the sterile lab, his eyes resting on those foreign to himself. From what he could tell, there was a human, a couple of Saiyans (Their armor a dead giveaway), an Amphibian like lifeform, a Frost Demon, and a Voidling (Something he’d rarely seen). All seemed powerful enough, but why were they here?
Hops stood on shaky legs and offered a small grin, “You all don’t work for the Doctor do you?” He said with a small chuckle, “To whom to do I owe the pleasure of my hopefully permanent freedom?” He stretched and rolled his neck around, trying to rid his body of the stiffness that came from being in a stasis pod.