It takes a few moments for a cryo-frozen body to readjust to breathing gaseous oxygen again, being in open air and using it's muscles again to move. Sidda struggled to sit up again, all four hands pushing off of the floor. That was another thing that had to adjust once thawed, the various kinds of external cyborware they bore. Goran's second set of furred arms were gummed with the agent, leaving them "frozen" in a self-hug around his torso. Sidda's smaller second set could move, but jumped and twitched of their own accord, making ominous whirring noises.
Izwara scuttled frantically for the Cryoroom, only able to use mostly rust-eaten directories to find her way through the maze-like corridors. She found it just as the thawed soldiers became aware of their surroundings. Ogdru spoke first, his cybornetic eye whizzing around in his head dizzyingly. "Wh-where are we?" His voice was feeble, and once the words were spoken he bowed his head and dry-heaved, body still attempting to rid itself of the cryo agent. "I think we were cryo-frozen." Nyrugake said, her hair not differing much in color from the blue goo clinging to it. She wiped it from her face and made to stand, but got barely to her feet before she feel backwards into Bahasa's lap, hand over her mouth. "Oof!" he grunted, quickly moving his hooved feet from her path so she wouldn't get injured. "Sorry..." she gasped.
She heard their voices once outside the heavy door, and clicked furiously to find it barred and what appeared to be welded shut. "God damnit, did they fear them that much!?" she thought and cried aloud in her insectoid tongue. In hopeless thought, Izwara's eyes trailed to the computer screen positioned just over the keypad next to the door, where she saw a message flashing:
"What?" she clicked aloud. She took a step or two from the door and glanced down the hall, like perhaps maybe the author of the message was just behind her. The first message disappeared and a new one scrolled across the screen faster than any being could type.
Izwara stood, very frightened. She thought one of the workers from the genetics lab had also stowed aboard and was taunting her. "But I haven't seen anyone else..." she said aloud.
"You... understand me?" she asked, for she could only speak a few kinds of insectoid languages because of her type of mouth, nothing else. Insectoid was not a common language among the general population, certainly no guard or soldier knew it.
Pleasantly stunned, Izwara stepped closer to the computer screen. "So, one of them inside has the equipment we need to get this door open?" she asked, sizing up the heavy blast door. It was designed to keep the Cryoroom completely separated from the ship in the even that it became damaged. It had it's own power generator, oxygen generator, emergency food storage (though she was sure this had also been scavenged), along with anything else a crew might need.
"Do you have a screen in the Cryoroom?" she asked, peering through the small, circular window that was nearly obscured by grime.
"Yes, please!" Those inside were slowly beginning to regain the use of their limbs, and had begun to stand and comprehend the situation they were in. "Hey!" she clicked loudly, tapping on the glass with one of her scythes. "Look at the screen beside the door!" "Like you can understand me." But some sets of eyes did move to the area where she assumed the screen to be. Inside, a message was flashing brightly across the screen, though some of the words were blurred by a fracture across the screen.
Sidda blinked, for that serial number displayed was her own. "I think it's trying to tell us that there's a cutting torch behind these cryotanks. That would be right, wouldn't it? These rooms were made to be independently functioning parts of the ship." Nyrugake said, able to stand at last and eying the wires and tubes that connected the tanks to the wall. "We'll have to find a way to pull them off." Ischyrio murmured, sliding a hand down ones side. "Well come on Bahasa, Ischyrio. Give me a hand." Goran had managed to un-gum his separate pair of cybornetic arms and, though they moved unusually slowly, they worked. "Which is the torch behind?" he asked, looking at the window where Izwara watched and the screen. The first message disappeared, and was replaced by a new one.
"Well that helps, tank num ve?" Bahasa said, stamping a hoof on the floor in frustration. "It does, what's the only number that ends in a "ve"? Five, Baha." Sev said sarcastically, pointing to the tank she had fallen out of. "Very well then, grab hold and pull!" Goran closed all four hands on the base of the tank and pulled upward, while Bahasa and Ishcyrio pulled from either side. The wires were the only things that bound the tank down, but they were built to be tough. Slowly, each one snapped until the main oxygen tubes remained. Those were easily cut by a resourceful Sev, who took her snow leopard form and bit through them before leaping off quickly. The combined strength of the three men send the tank flying across the room, partially embedding itself in the opposite wall.
Clearly marked where the tank had once rested was a large box with a big, red cross on it. Sidda hurriedly unsnapped the clasp and looked inside. The welding torch was all that remained in the bottom, all the rations, first aid items, emergency life support masks, everything else had been scavenged. A crestfallen look came across her face as she removed the torch. "What, what is it?" Ogdru asked, snatching the torch from her hand. "Fuck! There's barely a quarter tank of fuel left!" he cried, preparing to throw the thing to the floor and break it. Sidda growled in a very feline way and ripped the torch from his raised hand. "You're a fool Ogdru, if you would have broken that, I'm pretty sure the next few moments afterword would have been less than pleasant." Xhosa said, cracking her knuckles threateningly.
Still growling, Sidda pressed the button to start the torch, and a small, white-hot flame leapt from the tip. Slowly, she traced the edge of the door from bottom to top, from left to right. The torch sputtered and ran empty near the middle point of the last side, and she turned to glare at Ogdru before handing the torch to him, hot point first. "Hey, what's that for?" he shouted, withdrawing his burnt hand. "Being an idiot." Xhosa said, pushing him out of the way. "You don't need a whole tank of fuel to use the torch, Ogdru." Goran said, a little more peaceably than Xhosa. "Looks like more work for us!" Ischyrio said, before calling to Izwara on the other side of the door. "Stand back please! We'll have to break it down the rest of the way!"
The orchid mantis complied hastily, scuttling down the corridor a good ways, knowing the strength of those inside the other room. "Now, this won't be as easy as the tank, we'll need everyone. Even you, Illtud." The short, ginger-haired man Ishcyrio had spoken of was still lingering in the back of the room, glaring malevolently at the others inside. He didn't step forward with the rest, though none of them seemed to care much. "On the count of three... Goran, you get in front and use all four arms. Ready? One... two... three!"