I wonder why people whine, and I'm not talking about a little kid whine when they can't get something like 'but whyyyy Mommy?'.

Nope, not that kind of whining.

I'm talking about that loooong whining where every little thing in the world is against them and that their life is so hard and so on.

Now I know almost everyone says that you know, the whole whining about how their life sucks and that they have so many issues and blah blah blah. I'm not hating on them, but I really cannot stand when it's all that they talk about.

My life wasn't peaches and cream either, but you don't hear me going around saying that people don't want me and all this other crap. I know people don't want me in their life but guess what, I got over it and moved on. Not everyone in the world is going to like you, get over it, that's just how life works.

Now I'm usually a quiet person, I keep to myself, don't get involved with people and things would be better off. That doesn't mean I'm going to be rude and ignore someone that has no idea that their talking to…well. They don't know who they're talking to, just trying to make conversation.

Usually, I wouldn't mind, but this old woman was about get punched in the fucking mouth, and her teeth were about to become real comfortable to the street. We were at the docks, waiting for transport to go to Hellion Prime. She had come up to me, saying she thought I was lonely and started making a conversation. I didn't answer her much, but I don't believe she minded because she continued talking like it was a normal conversation.

Of course, though the transport was running late and we had been standing here waiting for around an hour. I didn't even know her name, but I didn't give a flying fuck because all she had been talking about for the full hour was politics and the nerve of the crew for not being prepared and then she started about her dog, Mr. Doodles, and how she hoped he was ok in the cargo hold and all this crap.

First off, what kind of person names their pet Mr. Doodles. For something she claims to love so much, gave it a suck ass name.

Second, she's over here trying to go into my personal life now. Asking me about my family and if I'm with anyone and all this crap.

I was about an inch away from saying 'Lady, I don't know you, I don't want to know you. What the hell makes you think I'm going to tell you my personal business when I don't even know nor like your ass.'

Thankfully for her, the ship started allowing people on, and the topic of conversation was changed to relief at getting out of the sun. As she moved to grab her luggage, I hefted my duffle bag up and onto my shoulder and walked away before she knew I was leaving.

Giving my ticket to the man at the doors, I moved through the crowd and those putting their things away before going to their cyro pods. I reached my respected cyro and stared at my reflection; I had always hated these damn things. Every single time I get in one, I wake up halfway through and then it's like I'm trapped. Awake but unable to move, stuck hearing everything going on around me.

Sighing, I kneeled down and stuffed my bag into the little compartment at the bottom so I could access it quickly when the journey was over. I'm not comfortable with crowds and seeing these people, walking around like chickens without their heads, scrambling around, so out of order.

I leaned against my chamber and watched the 'ants' do their jobs. I noticed a man and woman talking with each other, a couple from the way they were looking at each other. From the looks of them and their clothes, they were probably free settlers. My attention was pulled towards two little boys running down the aisle, dodging people as they ran. They were dressed in dark brown and tan turbans and robes; one seemed seven and the other maybe around eleven or twelve years old.

"Hassan! Ali!", A deep voice called out. Turning my head, I saw a dark-skinned man with glasses and similar garb gesturing for them to join him and another boy around sixteen. The two boys ran back, and I watched them for a sec before growing bored.

People had already begun to enclose themselves in the cyro chambers, and the aisle was less crowded. I sat in front of mine and decided to sketch out the people and ship around me. I wanted to stay out of the death chamber as I liked to call it, as long as I could.

Getting bored, I closed my sketch book and stood up walking around the ship. Everyone had gone into their prospective chambers, allowing to me to walk in peace. The sound of the ship getting ready for takeoff was the only sound I could hear.

"Hey! What are you doing over there?!" a women's voice yelled out. I only moved my eyes to see a short blonde woman standing a few feet away from me.

She was dressed in a suit that showed she was part of the ships' crew. The name tag on her shirt read 'C. Fry' and I could tell that she and I were not going to get along.

"I said, what are you doing. You're not supposed to be over here." Fry put her hands on her hips and tilted her head up a little, trying to seem bigger probably. But it wasn't going to work at all, I'm tall for a woman, being 5"10, five inches over the 'standard' height. Fry stood at a mere five foot four and wasn't intimidating in the slightest.

"I was merely looking," I responded. My voice came out low and in a drawl, showing how uncaring I was over this conversation.

"You've had your look, get back to your cyro and mind your own business."

"I'm quite comfortable where I am. You're obviously not the captain, and therefore any 'demands' you may have are irrelevant to me. So, I'd say go back and do whatever you need to do and leave me alone. I'm wasting my breath talking to you."

She stared at me with a glare, her mouth open in shock. She took in a breath of air to retort, but I only raised an eyebrow and brushed past her to continue walking through the ship.

"Why you piece o-" she growled, but I just waved lazily behind me and proceeded to the next part of the ship.

Glancing to my right, I saw a chamber that was different than the others. Tilting my head, the curiosity in me grew to an aching point before I walked over to the chamber

I traced the words that were illuminated in black on a slant by the handle. "Lockout Protocol! No Early Release," I murmured before looking at the man inside the cyro.

Maaaaaan, when I tell you just looking at this guy got me all hot and bothered, I ain't joking.

He was tall, probably about six foot three with a muscular build. His tan muscles were completely visible due to the black tank top he had on. His head was shaved, his eyes were hidden by a black blindfold which disappointed me as I wished I could see his eyes.

Either way, I wouldn't have been able to, his eyes would be closed' I thought to myself.

Ignoring my thoughts, I inspected the rest of him, missing his head tilt to the side and a shine come from a small hole in the corner of the blindfold. I ran my hand over the glass where his face was, and I could have sworn I heard a low rumble come from him.

Pulling away, I took a few steps back and decided to get into my 'death chamber' and try and get some sleep. Walking away, I failed to see the man's head follow me out.

Fry was gone from the area which was good as I didn't feel like speaking/seeing her. Glaring at the cyro, I reluctantly got in and strapped myself into the harness and closed my eyes.

Hopefully, the ride would be over and quick, but I knew that I would wake up in a few hours as I could never stay in the induced sleep it was supposed to create.