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"Bleep... Bleep... Bleep... Bleep..." Rhys groaned; he hadn't expected to be shocked out of the frozen state he had been in so soon. Of course, it was rather difficult to keep track of time when all of your life signs were reduced to almost a complete stop and you basically hibernated for a while, but, still, it hadn't felt like all that long had passed to Rhys. He stared up at the white roof of the box, better yet, the coffin he was kept in, wondering if he should wait for one of the humans to open it and let him out, or just get out on his own.

His claustrophobia made that decision for him.

Rhys pushed open the pod he was laying in, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He didn't really need to rub his eyes, since he was mostly robotic and didn't have tear glands or any of those other things humans have that make their eyes water, but it was a habitual gesture, probably from back when the biogrades were still mostly human. He glanced around. It was surprisingly empty in the large room. None of the other pods were open, which made Rhys wonder where on earth everyone was. Had the other biogrades already left? Was his time stream still disturbed from the cryogenics? Or had he been the only one to hear the alarm that shocked him out of his sleep?

He swung his legs over the edge of the pod, letting them touch the ground softly. He immediately noticed something incredibly out of place on the ship. There was a cloud of dust on the ground, a cloud that was a good half inch thick. That wasn't possible, was it? Rhys had always thought the humans kept impeccable care of the spaceship, not letting a single bit of dust touch the ground last he had seen of them. This was all very odd, and Rhys would have been beginning to get worried.

Of course, getting worried is just a touch difficult without emotions.

So Rhys just began to walk out of the room, looking around to make sure nothing had changed. Suddenly, he realized one rather important detail.

The room was silent.

While this was not exactly a very important detail in a normal room where silence could be very easily expected, it was an important detail in a room full of monitors. Monitors tracking the pulse(or lack thereof) of the biogrades.

Rhys didn't need to have emotions to know this was bad.

He hurried around the room, pulling the monitors down from their spots in the indents in the ceiling. All of the screens were black, completely blank of anything that would indicate signs of life in the pods that held the other biogrades. Surely this was just a malfunction, surely the monitors had just blacked out, or the biogrades had already left.

Rhys threw open one pod, and immediately turned away, seeing the still form of a biograde. He went to the other side of the room, opening another pod. In this lay yet another still form. Rhys went around the room, repeating this procedure. Only once every pod in the small room was open did realization finally dawn upon him. His friends were dead.

With this realization, Rhys left the room. No need to linger where there was no one of use, or so he had been taught. He quietly walked down the hallways of the ship, wondering where on earth everyone was. Sure, it might be what the humans called 'nighttime', but even at the most ungodly hour of day there was usually a bustle of activity on the ship. Spotting a computer, he walked towards it. "Biograde S-456 Rieaslasndsahabouela," he said, rather surprised he had actually remembered his identity. Well, obviously he had remembered it, who forgot a name as disgusting as 'Rieaslasndsahabouela'? But, still, it had been a few years, at least by the humans standards, and Rhys had a bad memory.

The computer turned on, its familiar blue-green glow filling the passage. "What is it you wish to know?" the female voice of the computer asked.

Rhys cringed slightly. He still didn't understand why, on a male-only ship, they had used a female voice for the computer. Then again, he didn't understand much of what the humans did. Especially when their actions were prompted by emotions. The sole fact that humans had emotions confused Rhys. Why on earth would a society, so scientifically adept, keep the one thing that would propel them to failure? Emotions only got in the way, nothing more. "Where are we?" he asked the computer, watching it and waiting for the map that he knew was going to appear on the screen.

"Destination," the computer replied just as a map appeared on its(Her? Rhys wondered) screen.

"Thank you," Rhys said as protocol required even though he wasn't exactly feeling much gratitude. He turned from the computer, and walked to the control headquarters. As if he had been sucked into a cheap horror movie, a macabre sight awaited him. Sitting in the command chairs were skeletons, some slumped over, others with impeccable posture. All of them grinned back at him, as if there was some joke that Rhys wasn't a part of.

The biograde quickly exited the room, rushing back to the computer. "What year is it?" he commanded, and sighed as the screen remained black. He had forgotten. "Biograde S-456 Rieaslasndsahabouela. Now tell me what year it is."

"It is year 413607," the computer replied, her naturally calm voice probably annoying Rhys did he have emotions or the ability to be annoyed. Rhys quickly did the math in his head. They had left in 413221, so about four hundred years had passed. No. That couldn't be right, could it? The trip was supposed to only have taken four years, not four hundred.

However, as if to prove that it took four hundred years, a gust of wind pushed open the door leading to the control room, and one of the skulls rolled out, its teeth clacking as if it were laughing.

Wait. Wind. How was there wind on a spaceship? There was an airlock. Rhys glanced at the computer again. "What do the most intelligent and common species on this planet look like?" he asked.

A picture showed up on the screen. Rhys sighed. Of course they had to show up on the planet where the dominant species was almost completely female. Sure, Rhys could change his appearance to look like practically anything due to the fact that he was a biograde, but that didn't mean he was going to turn into a girl, even if he could. The one main flaw of a biograde was that they had to still look like their gender. Well, he could still try. Slowly, he felt a tingling sensation engulf his body as his particles rearranged themselves.
"Mirror," he commanded. That was the one thing the computers were good for. Rhys liked to look at himself. It wasn't that he was vain or a narcissist or something. He just liked to look at himself.
Glancing at his reflection, Rhys noted the differences. His skin was now golden-tan, a great improvement in its normal shade of washed out white-gray. His eyes had become thinner, and he had slit pupils now. His eyes were still their usual ice blue, however. The next thing he noticed was his hair. It was now reaching just past his waist and was raven black in colour. Rhys had never had black hair before. This would be an interesting experience. Oddly enough, Rhys noticed the hair before picking up on the four arms he now had. Most people would have first noticed they had two extra limbs, but not Rhys. His train of thought was just strange like that.
He still had some human traits, such as his solid build and square jaw, or the fact that he was a few inches taller than the 'Others', but otherwise had a convincing disguise. He just had to hope the Others didn't notice minor details.
Rhys began to walk down the hallway, in the direction of where the gust of wind that had blown the skull came from. He headed through the control room, following the slight scent of fresh air. It wasn't that he had a good sense of smell, he just could differentiate the fresh air from the constantly recycled one.
Spotting a broken window, he walked over to it, slamming a foot through it and shattering it. Then, the biograde cautiously stepped outside, glancing around to look for any possible attackers. Who knew what predators were on this planet?