Fashionably Late
Sasha was the last of the Andromeda crew to wake. Woozy and suffering from a bit of vertigo, her first sensation
was that of a cool smooth rock underneath her. She got up slowly, feeling the stiff breeze against her skin; skin that
should have been covered by her suit. Sasha let out a sigh of frustration, this was not the best way to start a mission.
