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It has been three years since the spark of the war, and the civil war continued to rage on. It was only an everyday talk and it has been a while since a major decisive battle, worth of spreading like propaganda, was heard of from the front. An outpost located at a comfortable location far away from the front. At the nation's other end, however. It was the other front, the frontier.

The outpost was an frontier outpost in orbit around a dwarf planet with rather sustainable gravity, in a star system surrounded by a wide belt of asteroids. And it would be an potential location for resource extraction operations. But the war forced available resources to be coordinated to where it would keep the enemies off the gates. The outpost serves as a monitoring station. But interesting incidents were rare, much of the crew had chosen to pass much of the time in cryo-sleep until every routine maintenance had to be done, every routine shift when it was time to extract statistics or data from the results from the installed monitoring equipment. Immediate revival at emergencies, or when the equipment spat abnormal readings.

The cold crawled away from his body, fading out into the limbs. The dark void lightened up and gained colors. Amungsi found himself inch-deep in fluid that was used to cool his body down for cryogenic sleep. The smothering feel of wetness disappeared as the fluid was drained. He started breathing, his breaths creating a foggy spot on the glass he was trapped behind. The cage suddenly lowered the foot end onto the floor, Amungsi landed on his feet as he slid onto the bottom of his sarcophagus of a cryo pod. The glass finally moved its way out, allowing him free entry out of the pod. Unprepared for an end of another period of idling, he stumbled out off the pod and balanced as he struggled to stand up. Tendrils flung around and drips of fluid thrown about. Then he found the balance, standing upright on the platform at the room's center, beside his open pod. A circular florescent light hung at center from the ceiling. Amungsi croaked as he wheezed deep breaths.