Holden was no stranger to Cryosleep. He might've spent most of his time in the area around Saturn, but during long voyages between moons, and the occasional trade convoy from Titan to the outlying planets, it was prudent to keep your men in Cryo. They were less of a logistic issue that way, and it helped extend their 'shelf life', in a sense. In his time in the SDF, there were several attempts to lobby against the Van Winkle Law, but those were thankfully overturned.

With all that said, Cryo was rarely a peaceful experience for the man. After all, if you're asleep for that long, the subconscious tends to dredge up bad memories.

“-ain speaking. I repeat, all crew proceed from cryostasis chambers to ready stations. Pandora will reach orbit in one hour. Follow the post-hibernation routine and proceed to your station by then. I repeat…”

The man woke with a start, the ship's reprocessed air filling his lungs as he shook himself from his reverie. A concerned technician walked over to soothe the man's nerves, and while he was reticent to accept his assistance at first, Holden eventually did so.

"Help me up," Holden said. "I just need to shake it off so I can feel my legs again."

His leg replacements, that is. It had been several decades since he's lost the originals, but modern prosthetics can not only serve as a substitute but as a straight-up upgrade. In spite of this, however, many people still prefer flesh and blood over metal and hydraulics- Holden was one of these people. Still, organic limb replacement was far too expensive for him, and he's gotten used to these prostheses, so it's not all that bad.

There was a soft clank and a slight hiss as the ancient bionics flared to life. The standard operating procedure dictates that all personnel in Cryostasis would be frozen with their prosthetics so that they don't spend more time than necessary putting them on in an emergency. Unfortunately, this meant that these pieces have not received proper maintenance in fifteen years. Newer prosthetics could perform regular self-maintenance from time to time, but the owner was encouraged to clean and maintain it themselves on occasion.

"Thanks." Holden nodded as feeling returned to his body. It was almost overwhelming at first, being frozen for this long...

But this wasn't his first time.

Now up and about, the man retrieved his equipment and steadily made his way towards the showers. His prosthetics were combat-rated; they were both shockproof and waterproof, which meant he could stand with them in the bath, thankfully. The warm water was a sharp contrast to the cold of Cryo, which helped him shake off the cobwebs and return to full capacity. With hygiene sorted, he put on his flight suit and walked towards the canteen for a bite to eat.

There, he spotted a few other familiar faces from the selection process. Colonel Brusilov was the most prominent one- he lent his assistance back during the Saturn Insurrections, after all. Konstantin Stojanović and Volana Jacira were seated there too, both skilled pilots in their own rights. He didn't recognize the last girl, though. Must've been a late addition to the program. Holden walked over to the table, an MRE atop of his tray.

"Colonel. Konstantin. Jacira..." He nodded to everyone, pausing at the newcomer. "...miss," Holden said, not unkindly. "There room for one more?" He asked as he took a seat. The table was clearly built to seat multiple squads, but the question was more phrased towards the conversation currently taking place.