Emma's head spun. Every inch of her body was stiff, protesting as she commanded her muscles, and she suddenly had a new-found respect for her sister, who often complained of such a feeling in her prosthetic arm when its power cell was getting low. She tried stretch as best she could in the confined stasis chamber, just as she had been briefed, but the whole process was made all the more complicated by the flashing lights and god-awful buzzing. There was a voice, loud enough to be made out through the glass... Her own voice.

"Fatal Error No. 2048."

Emma's eyes went wide as the adrenaline kicked in. She knew she was lucky, but she still had to act fast. How long had the alarm been going? It didn't matter now; she was still alive, and she could check Ayla's stasis chamber on the way out. Her hand fought its way to the emergency release and pulled. Nothing. She tried again, with no better results, and fear began to take over. She was frantically pounding on the glass when the sound of her own voice came over her again. No, not her own this time.

"Emma, hurry! We've got to get out of here!"

Ayla had been one of the lucky ones as well, and the reassurance from the most familiar face in her life brought back some of her composure.

"The release is stuck!" she hollered back, pointing at the edge, the shout echoing loudly in her ears. Her twin sister fought with her options for a moment as the ship suddenly rocked again.

"Curl up in the foot of the chamber!"

Emma, in no place to argue, did as she was instructed, while Ayla threw her entire body into a huge, circular swing with her artificial arm, and the glass gave way under the force of the alloy knuckles with a loud crash. She had helped her sister out of the chamber to her feet, and was about to escort her to the escape pods, when Emma turned away, toward a terminal on the wall nearby.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ayla demanded, "We need to get out of here, now!"

"I'm sending a message back to Earth." Now free from the claustrophobic environment, Emma found herself capable of forcing some bravado. She could accept dying a hero, but not helpless, trapped in some glass box, forced to watch as flames engulfed her surroundings before being ripped apart and exposed to the vacuum of space.

"Dammit, Emma, we don't have time for this!" Ayla protested, picking up her sister's bag and slung it over her shoulder, resting the bulk of it on top of her own. She took half a step toward the escape pods, trying to back up her case with action, but the truth of the situation, she knew, was that she wasn't leaving without her sister. Her sister who dictated her actions in defiance.

"Admin override... Send message... Target home... Priority Alpha... Error 2048, send help ASAP... Sent!"

Emma practically marched back into the aisle, quite pleased with herself, until the ship rocked again, while that digitized version of her own voice once again reminded her to evacuate. The two hurried through the aisles, avoiding looking at the other chambers at Emma's recommendation, making their way to the nearest available escape pod - a few had already left, then noted - and took their seats.