With a shudder the crew members of the ship woke up, one by one. Green was first to awaken from her cryopod. Her HUD display from inside of her helmet flashed the red symbol for low atmosphere. This was the start of the questions. 

Why is the Atmo low? Why was I in a Cryopod? What is this ship that I am in? For that matter? What the hell is my name?

Everybody had the same questions. But before Mr Orange awoke from the pod next to hers, she was on her way down the hall. Her body navigated the low gravity well. She was used to this environment, even if she didn't know it. With the agility of a well trained 0G Athlete, she made her way down corridors, comfortably launching herself this way and that as if she knew where she was going. Her mind didn't, but her body did.

The gas hiss of the bridge door opened to allow Green onto the deck and she quickly found herself in front of a control panel. The panel itself was dark save for a single flashing icon in the lower right corner. For the life of her, and that may end up being literal, she couldn't remember what actually meant. She reached for it, but just before she could press the button, she was greeted by the hiss of the pneumatic doors swishing open again. Behind her came Purple Patches, Turquoise, and Dark Red. 

What was going on here? Did anybody know what was happening?

All at once, everybody seemed to ask the second most important question that came to mind in that moment, "Who are you?!"

Everybody had various smears of blood covering visors, or elsewhere on their skin-thins. Quick logic would dictate that it wasn't their own blood, otherwise their skin-thins wouldn't be able to keep the atmospheric pressure up and stop their bodies from decompressing. Besides, if they had been bleeding before going into a Cryopod, there was a good chance they had been in their for a while, and more than likely they would have bled out slowly through their hyper-chilled veins. So it had to be someone else's, a fourth person perhaps? But whose?

These questions, any many more, had no immediate answers. But, before many of them, the most important question was how to fix their ship, they only had a few hours before their skin-thins stopped providing enough oxygen to sustain conscious thought.