[hr][center][color=#4dff4d][h1]Benji Baker[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/21/c0/06/21c006cd9c8c00fc78a595b8cb68165c.jpg[/img][/center][center][h3][hr]The Artemis: Kitchen[/h3][/center][hr]
[indent]There plated a cake, a marble cake to be specific. It is a dessert flavored with compromise, all while also generated for premeditated celebration. How long has Benji replayed the ideal? As earlier as his desperate imagination could record it. The initiated thought lingered in pressure for him to be quite responsible with those rations of his. Benji has never been one with a large appetite, so preserving the ingredients processed by the food synthesizer was no toiling task for him. Neglected meals have not been rare through the past two years. Forced eating happened, it was only to keep himself alive. Life must sustain, that's what it is all about.

Benji started setting the table by lying down the forks, but his hand- it could not stop shaking. He held his hand closer to his face just to examine exactly how intensely it quivered. His heart beat alone escalated to irregular speeds. Anxiety took a stab. [color=#4dff4d]"Calm down, take a deep breath...,"[/color] he tried talking himself out of hyperventilating right before obeying his own command of exhaling and inhaling steadily. Benji could not decipher whether he was excited or terrified. Joy to never be alone again, was of course thrilling, though all the trouble of isolating himself in the first place was for sake of the project- he didn't want to get in the way. Yet, he couldn't allow the other five to refrigerate and wait all for what? A lie. 

Once everything was positioned correctly on the surface of the table, Benji gave a smile, reminded himself to take it easy, and turned towards The Artemis's control panel located in the cockpit. Funny, underground bases don't have cockpits, but ships do.[hr][/indent][center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/06/04/20/060420f9f8bb50f54c1112cfb3f9ef90.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center]
[h3]The Artemis: Cryo-tanks[/h3][hr][/center]
[indent]The door lifted above from the cylinder-- the cold; the first feeling was being smothered in chills. Also all bare except for the covering of their underwear. Their first steps must of been like that of an infant. All this while simultaneously experiencing a moment quite like exiting their mother's womb for the second time. It was like some kind of rebirth, a [i]renascence[/i]. 

What brought the circumstance to be stranger, breeding suspicion, was to spot and to count only five member. Would they predict that their doctor never arrived in the first place, or that he perhaps was behind the awakening? Would they even be concerned enough to even care about the whereabouts of Benji Baker, because one in particularly breath with missing limb. Just as Cryonautics stripped each one down to their underwear, so too they rip away Yaz's bionic arm to prevent any inferences between the two machines. And since it was detachable, the company found no harm or toil to her in removing it.

Adding to the surprises and practicalities, successful business man Ailbeart Rend stood in their presence. It seems as though as Owen's old school friend Andrew did not make the cut. Well, you may have a better resume, more say, and even more [i]right[/i] when rich, famous, powerful. Oh and having dirt on the company definitely makes you an automatic member of the project. Blackmail equals admissions, especially if you hold knowledge to how exactly a company like Cryonautics is able to afford such expenses like a theoretical underground base or a factual space ship.     [/indent][center][h3][hr]Back to the kitchen[/h3][/center][hr][indent][color=#4dff4d]"Surprise!"[/color] he hollered, bouncing up from a squatting position and giving whoever first entered the kitchen quite the startle. [color=#4dff4d]"It's me, B-Benji!"[/color] The rest soon found there way to his location due to the attraction his voice brought with its loud volume. [color=#4dff4d]"Hey, I brought blankets,"[/color] he announced with the coverings cupped and nestled against his arms and hands. He lied all but one of them down on a chair for the others to grab. [color=#4dff4d]"Here, you must be freezing, Owen buddy-- I mean Dr. Childs. I know how that feels, like a snowman in a snow globe... ha, ha,"[/color] Benji then placed the blanket around the psychiatrist's shoulders, tucking it tightly around him for the warmth. 

[color=#4dff4d]"Y-You see, there is a lot that I have to explain. Ah, where do I start---,"[/color] he paused, and it was no short pause, Benji had completely blanked out on his words. Amidst the preparation and stress for this one moment, he lost his train of thought. The nerves could easily be blamed for it-- the same shaking hands and beating heart, sweaty palms, nervous gulp-- it was all happening, while still trying to remain some ounce of composure. [color=#4dff4d]"Sorry, it just slipped from my mind, weird. No, I have to remember, it's why your here right now. It's why I shut off the tanks... Ah, It will come back to me eventually, give me a few minutes."[/color] Benji grabbed a knife and proceeded to cut into the marble cake. [color=#4dff4d]"Who wants the first slice? It's marble since I couldn't decide to punch chocolate or vanilla on the food synthesizer. So I went with the in between."[/color] Then a thought came to him, [color=#4dff4d]"Oh, I just noticed-- you guys aren't wearing any clothes, well barely. Hey, everything you had on you before taking that funny pill should be in your rooms, mine was. Follow me!"[/color]  [/indent]