The energy spike had caught the SS Explorer's attention and Commander Hawkins had diverted Lisa's patrol to check.  New to this section of the galaxy it seemed as if they'd stepped right into a faction war and the team of space explorers were scrambling for intel on the situation before a misstep on their part dragged them into something - or worse, cost them their lives. 

"What happened here?" she breathed it but the microphone in her helmet still picked it up, a ghost whisper that seemed to suit the graveyard they found themselves in.  And it was graveyard.  While it was obvious it was the ruins of a facility of some sort, probably the remnants of what was left on one of the low orbiting moons of this planet, the twisted metal itself held far too many -

coffins.  Lisa looked out across the devastation and there were so many coffins.  Tubes of glass and steel, at first they'd thought they were energy tanks - until her team had gotten close enough to see there were bodies inside.  Acres and acres of ruined metal - and glass tubes.  And each tube held a body....

Careful she started to pick her way through, watching her footing, hand out for balance.  Whatever this place had once been there was nothing left of it now and her fingertips lightly moved over each glass tube that she came near.  You.  And you.  And you.  So many in those tubes that no one would bury or mourn and it seemed wrong that she was the only one that would remember them.  Had it been a cryo-facility?  Storage?  Some of the faces were ruined, the impact of the fall from the moon to the planet's surface brutal but some of them were still recognizable and so she picked up - slowly - on the fact they were all the same person.  Cloning?  Was that possible?  An entire facility of the exact same clone?  Why?  Why just one man over and over and over again and why had it all be destroyed.  Why had they all been killed?

"Lisa?" Krik's voice over the helmet's intercom and she hummed before remembering.

"It's all right.  I've got this.  Its just - its not what we thought it was.  I think it was a cloning facility.  I'm sending the readings from my HUD.  It's - bad.  It's really bad, Krik."

The Alliance of planets that Lisa's squad belonged to were no where near the level of technology to be creating human clones and yet - you.  And you.  And you.  Her hand brushed each cylinder she passed as she worked her way deeper into the tragedy.  Someone had made them - and then they'd been killed before they'd even woken and she wasn't sure if that made them alive or not - except her chest ached like a hole and she thought that was her answer.  You.  And you.  And you, she silently promised with each glide of gloved fingertips over glass.  I will remember you if no one else will.  Some of the pods were open and those were the worst.  Because the bodies were spilled out and broken and it made her wonder, horribly, if some of them had been alive for the fall.  If they'd known.  The ache in her chest deepened and she rubbed absently at it, moon dust across her uniform.  The displays across her helmet's screen, linked to her ship, ran through their scans and cycles as she moved.

"Picking up an energy source.  Looks like its pretty centrally located.  Its not much but its all that we've got.  I'm going to check it out.  Maybe there's a terminal that survived or something we can download information about the facility from."

"Roger that" Jeff's voice now, even if it was tinny with distance.  "Be careful, Leese."

Another hum before she remember and affirmed it but - she couldn't imagine anything being left alive in this mess.  And she almost hoped she was right.  Nothing would have survived that fall and if it did - chances were good there were no doctors in the fleet or elsewhere that could fix what it would have cost. 

You.  And you.  And you.

The power source was what looked like what was left of a power box, the pillar it had been built into enough to save it during the crash and Lisa carefully opened it.  Galra tech.  The Explorer was new to the system - but they'd already encountered Galra.

"Hooking in.  I don't know if we'll get anything, its pretty rough but - " she slipped the clip into place on the port she could find, having to wiggle it a little due to the damage but the light finally went green and she left it to download what it could.  There was no telling how much a power cell would store about the facility but it was all they had at this point.  Turning to look around as it ticked through its job, she noticed another mass of cylinders and made her way over.  It hurt but - someone should witness it.  Someone should acknowledge that they had existed.  Her fingers slipped over cracked glass.  You.  And you.  And -

he moved.

Alone by herself on a dead alien world in a ruined graveyard of clones, Lisa did the sensible thing and jerked back with a high pitched hiccup caught in her throat, hands snatched back, barely catching herself from tripping. 

"I'm okay, I'm okay," was the automatic answer to the sudden worried voices filtered through her helmet and, careful, she edged her way back.  There was something illogically frightening about finding a living body when you thought everyone was dead.  Closer inspection showed how the tube had gotten caught in cables on the way down, how the metal stacking structure had taken the majority of the impact.  Half afraid that there was nothing inside, a body with no mind, she tapped the glass. 

His fingers twitched.

"I think I found someone," it came out shaky, not sure if she should be relieved or heart-broken.  It took some work but the broken latch finally jiggled loose under her persistence and she got the lid of the thing off.  Just like a glass coffin....  His chest was rising and falling.  Breathing.  Nothing looked horrifyingly broken.  Careful she reached out, touched his cheek with her glove, helmet registering the temperature of him at least. 

"Wake up."  It came out filtered through the helmet and she remembered it belatedly.  Reached up to pull it off her head, breaking the neck seal, hair coming loose.  Hoping for an answer, scared of what it might be.  Defense training went out the window as she leaned over and rested her hands on his shoulders, pressing slightly.  "Wake up now.  Please.  You need to wake up."