The ghostly phantoms of disrupted circadian rhythms danced a waltz in Kelly's head. She acted in an almost autonomous state as her brain tried to find purchase on a solid foundation as she numbly strapped her self into her seat. Kelly MacLise had read about "The Sickness" but she had never experienced the phenomenon first hand. She knew it was primarily thought to be caused by a chemical imbalance caused by the cocktail of sedatives used to prepare one for cryosleep and despite several well funded research campaigns nothing has come in the way of a permanent solution. The drugs that were injected right after being awoken assisted in the process but were not the cure that everyone was looking for. So it was a facet of travel and colonization that humanity had to deal with in this new golden age of exploration as historians were so fond to call it.This knowledge of the problem and cause of her fatigue of course did nothing but add to her frustration as she knew nothing could fix her problems at this point except for time.

The intense physical fatigue had made the last several minutes, maybe hours, seem like a large smudged blur like spilled ink in water. She remembered being awoken from cyro and having to practically been dragged out of her pod. If she recalled correctly there was a lot of vomiting and sweating as her body tried to come over the shock. It was a rather unpleasant way to be awakened back into the world of the living. In those first few moments she felt as if maybe her parents were right and she wasn't at all ready for this. Soon though she didn't have much time to think about anything as she was ushered forward unceremoniously to the next point in her journey without much time to adjust. Time was money after all. She faintly remembered talking her first wobbly steps down the hallway as she entered the inoculation area. She tried to focus on the labels and names of the ensuing barrage of drugs and accelerants that were pumped into her body. This act of mental prowess soon failed as all her eyes were able to focus on were the hues within of the liquids getting pumped in: blues, greens, scarlet, purples, and yellows all vanishing into her body.  

After they finished the formalities they were pushed along to the landing craft, the loud drone of voices and machinery getting further and further away. They found there way into a dark crowded space where they were directed to seat down. Soon afterwards the trail of assistants and supervisors vanished without a scant work of good lock as the pressurized door locked behind them. There was a lurch as the floor beneath them shook before they were jettisoned into space. Kelly looked around at her flower miners, explores and the like still in a dream like haze, they were all gruff muscular types with serious eyes currently glazed over from the sickness. Kelly herself felt like the odd one out and tried to block out her own insecurities reminding herself that she was chosen for this job just as much as they were. Her body still sluggish and non responsive it took great effort to bring the industrial strength seatbelt across her chest but anything was a welcomed diversion from her own mind still fraught with worry and doubt in the moment. 

As the belt was secured with a resounding [i]click[/i] Kelly rested her head back trying to recenter herself. She fought for a deep breath of air to fill her lungs before expunging it outwards her body in its altered state having to push with the force of an Olympian to seemingly get anything done. She focused only on her breathing and the world around her in an attempt to barricade her own thoughts away. She listened to the others breathing most sounding as weighted down and straggling as hers. She listened to the landing craft as it made its descent trying her best not to think of all the horror stories she has heard of pilots messing up the descent angle by one degree only to have their entire craft, crew and cargo disintegrate in a force of flame. The rumbling increased as time slowly progressed and Kelly closed her hands waiting for the whole damn process to be over so that she could her feet on solid ground.