1 Arrival

I am part of the 10 'lucky' bastards who were chosen to go. Of course, I spent the most on this mission, after all.

But honestly, it was hell.

"Argh, I'm tired."

That prick from F nation made this old man suffer from beginning to end. 

The cryosleep was on its early stages, so it only worked a year at a time, with a few months then dedicated into maintainance. That meant I had to deal with the whole crew 5 times on the way there, and another 5 on the way back.

Just thinking about it made me tired.

"At least the way back was kinda fun."

I looked at my sleeping comrade. That specific comrade had been put forcefully into the semi-cryosleep by none other than me.

"Heh, I'm so kind..."

I looked outside one of the windows. The grayish blue mass grew bigger with every second. Soon, we would reach the atmosphere, so I had to prepare.

I looked at my comrade one last time. My last living friend, most certainly.

Not wasting another second, I pressed the timer on the cryo chamber, and went to grab a seat of my own. I was already wearing a proper suit, and the chamber made anyone inside impervious to anything. I wanted my comrade to have a peaceful death in case the landing failed.

"Alright, give me the best you got!! Ughhh!"

The G-force soon knocked me out.

The next time I opened my eyes, I could see a blue sky.