You wake up screaming, your heart racing as you sit up in your cryogenic chamber. Your are disoriented and confused, unsure of where you are or how much time has passed. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you sees an unfamiliar face looking over at him.

Private Louis Fineberg: “Hey, Doc, you alright? you were screamin' like a banshee.”

Zarkov responds.

Private Fineberg and another Marine, help him you out of the cryogenic chamber and onto your feet feet. The other Marine’s patch marks him as Corporal Howard.

Corporal Moses Howard: “Hey Doc, I know you’re out of it, but Captain Foster wants to see you, toot suite.”

Your legs feel weak and unsteady, and you lean heavily on the Marines as they walk you through the ship.

Finally, you arrive at at a door labeled in stenciled letters: Combat Information Center. Private Fineberg and Howard escort you in and then stand at either side of you at attention. At the end of the long conference table sits Captain Foster, his face lit by the screen of his tablet.