[h2][color=silver][center]Isaac Braun[/center][/color][/h2]

There was a faint, muffled hiss, as pneumatic cylinders activated and applied torque to the lid of the cryogenic tubule he could remember entering... well, it didn't exactly feel like yesterday, but not as long ago as it surely must have been. Cool air flowed over his skin and the frigid cold of the chamber began to fade as a voice came to him.

"Doctor Braun, can you hear me?"

[color=silver]"Yes, yes I can."[/color] He said, wincing as he leaned forward and the aches of thousands of years spent perfectly immobilised shot back all at once. 

"Very good, now you might want to remain still for a moment and give yourself time to get your bearings back, your head might not feel quite right for a little while."

[color=silver]"No no, I'm already feeling much better, thank you."[/color] He muttered as he leaned forward to take a step out of the glass and titanium confines of the tube.

The doctor and his immediate assistant took a few steps forward, ready to catch the older, nude man, in case he fell - but Isaac had been in cryo a few times before, he'd gotten used to the disorientation; it still wasn't easy, and there was a moment where he wobbled, but he wasn't about to slip and fall in front of his comparative juniors.

"I see. You've done this before, Dr Braun?"

[color=silver]"Yes. Do you have a briefing for me?"[/color]

"Straight to the point, I see. As a matter of fact I do. Here you are." The younger doctor raised an eyebrow to the nearby nurse as Braun strode up to them after finally working the last of the cryo-drugs from his sense of balance. The nurse was overtly averting his eyes.

The datapad contained the most pertinent information only - the state of the crew, the events leading to their awakening, and their orders to crew the Monolith. 

He nodded appreciatively. He was to crew it as a doctor, informally charge of a medical team responsible for planetside and operational care. Isaac looked over the names of his immediate colleagues, and made note of them.

Then, he went and got dressed.

There was work to be done.