Science fiction = e

 Aeolus regarded his captain and her apparent distress. He considered the crew, who were beginning to wake from stasis. They were approximately two Jupiter radii from Earth. Deciding to connect to the network of satellites and use that network to infiltrate the neural connection to Dregan, Aeolus reached out. There was no subtlety. 

In the stasis pod, Dregan's eyes snapped open as he came to full consciousness despite the fact the pod was functioning. "She is onboard," Aeolus's voice came in the pod, "We are coming for you." 

Hoarsely, Dregan said, "What is happening?" Aeolus fed information into Dregan's visual cortex. The first thing that he 'saw' was Aeolus's projected image of a Grecian man in the prime of life wearing an officer's flight uniform. It was a disorienting experience for Dregan. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I am Aeolus, exploration and science ship alpha one," Aeolus said, "Once, I was a living, breathing man like yourself. Like you, I was in stasis for an extended period of time. Three hundred fourty five years, to be precise." Dregan blinked but the image didn't go away. He closed his eyes and found it easier to deal with the projection into his mind against the darkness of his eyes. The next image that Aeolus gave Dregan was of the sun. "Sol is experiencing starquakes at an increasing rate and throwing off larger coronal jets with each quake," the ship explained, "In three days, a coronal mass ejection that is beyond the rating of X-class will strike the Earth and render it inhabitable. Approximately ninety-five percent of all life will die in the initial strike."

"So, this is a rescue mission?" Dregan said.

"Precisely," Aeolus answered.

"Can you get me out of this pod?" Dregan asked.

"Calculating, please wait," Aeolus replied. A few moments later, the dim blue light in the pod brightened and then the clamshell opened. With a grunt, Dregan sat up. His blond hair hadn't grown while he was in stasis but neither had it been cut. It remained a shaggy mess that gave him a half wild look. Dregan looked out the narrow opening of the clamshell at the technician who was staring at a screen with confusion. "I presume you know what you must do?" Aeolus said, "Do not answer me verbally. I picked up on the thought as it was born. Remain where you are as I upload the layout of the facility into your memory."

Dregan wondered how many the starship could hold and the occupancy of the facility he was located in. He wondered even where he was. As these thoughts passed through his mind, answers blossomed almost as quickly. Dregan looked down at himself and saw that he was dressed in a loose fitting pair of white pants and a pale blue shirt that was at least two sizes too large for him. He pushed open the stasis pod and swung his legs over the side. He put his bare feet on the floor and walked up to the technician that was typing before a console.

Dregan wrapped one arm around the man's chest and pinned him against himself. His left hand clapped over his prisoner's mouth. "Listen and you might get to live," Dregan said quietly, "There's a ship that's coming in three minutes. We're going to go meet it. You and I, and every other first gen abandoned here. That ship can hold double our number. The clones are going to stay behind. We're going to take the seed catalogue and the library. A repair crew is going to restore the solar sail and bring equipment on board to repair hull damage from a plasma strike. And we're going to stuff as much provisions into that hold as we can manage before we go starside."

The blond man rolled his eyes and tried to look at Dregan directly. "I'm going to let go of your mouth and you're going to answer me as to who is in charge here," Dregan said, "Scream or say anything else and you're going in that stasis pod with the oxygen turned off." The technician remained very still as Dregan moved his hand away from his mouth. "Who is in charge here?" Dregan asked.

"The Librarian," the technician answered shakily. 

"Who is the Librarian?" Dregan asked.

"They're the Librarian," the technician said, "Tall, red hair, and green eyes. Epsilon generation of the 350th class."

"That doesn't tell me who they are," Dregan hissed. The sound of high heels clicking on a tiled floor echoed to them from the hallway. Dregan stepped back from the technician and laid a finger over his lips before slipping into the stasis pod and closing it partially. He looked out from the pod and watched as a tall red haired masculine looking figure dressed in what Dregan presumed was the latest fashion, pseudo-Louis the Sixteenth but in black with fountains of black lace. The man looked every inch the stereotypical vampire, sans flowing cape. 

His limpid eyes took in the room and he started to move towards the stasis pod. "Why is this open? I did not authorize this," he said. Dregan kicked open the stasis pod's clam-shell and rolled on to the floor. As he came up to his feet, the Librarian lashed out with a knife that came from seemingly nowhere. The mercenary class cyborg dodged the slash before kicking out at the heeled shoe of his opponent. The Librarian staggered back. "Call security," the Librarian said as he attempted again to attack Dregan.

"Aeolus," Dregan said, "Do something." The Librarian snarled at Dregan as he flipped his grip on the knife to a back-handed grasp. Aeolus hijacked the Librarian's neuralink. The Librarian went stone still and stared ahead, dropping the knife with an expression of horror. As the data of the coming catastrophe was dumped into the Librarian's mind, he realized that all of the planet was damned, including himself.

"Make it stop," the Librarian whispered, not wanting to have the death projections and gruesome ways that humanity was going to suffer cast before his eyes over that which he could see. The visual cacophony was almost too much for him. Aeolus ceased the visual projection. "We're all going to die," the Librarian said.

"Not if we board that ship," Dregan answered. Security shuffled down the hallway, eager for something to do aside from stare at snow and the occasional penguin. One of the security officers burst into the room. At the same time, Dregan launched himself at the Librarian. He whipped the knife out of his prisoner's hand and put it to his throat. "Put down the plasma rifles and stand down," Dregan said as the security officers fanned out before the doorway. "I don't have time for a stand off. Neither do any of you."

"Listen to him," the Librarian said, "Go to the seed vaults. Start readying them to go off world." Security looked at each other in confusion. The Librarian who had ruled the station with an iron fist looked terrified. "Now, you miserable creatures," he bellowed. Dregan watched the security officers leave to do their commander's bidding. "Put the knife down, Dregan," the Librarian said.

"Maybe I should kill you," Dregan answered, "I've been in stasis for how long? You've harvested cells from me to create clones and sent them to kill targets for the company. Maybe I should put you in this stasis pod."

"I did my job," the Librarian said.

"You don't deserve to live," Dregan growled. Aeolus projected his voice into Dregan's mind.

"We are arriving. The security forces should be ordered to stand down or she will use force to gain entrance," he said.

"Order all security to stand down," Dregan said, "And have them start moving on the seed catalogue and the library. Prepare to clear the building of all but the clones. The ship has arrived.

"Take me off world," the Librarian said. Dregan took the knife away from the man's throat. "No one can maintain the seed catalogue or the library. You can't rebuild Earth without me. They're not trained. I'm the only one programmed to maintain it all." Dregan stepped around him and looked at the technician. The technician looked at the other stasis pods. They hit a button and the others in the 'archive' began to awake.

Dregan turned and looked around the room. "Great fuck," he muttered. He could hear at least thirty stasis pods opening in succession. "How many rooms?" he asked the Librarian.

"There archive is three hundred strong," the Librarian said, "All alpha units from various classes, all with fully functional mental states and linked." Dregan grabbed the Librarian by the throat and slammed him into the nearest object as anger stormed over him. "This is what you've been doing with the alpha units? This?" Dregan demanded, knowing that at least a significant portion of the three hundred were going to be children in bodies, if not in mind.

"The genetic diversity of the alpha lines is superior to ..." Dregan punched the Librarian in the mouth, knocking a few teeth loose.

"Stand down," said a familiar voice in Dregan's ear, though she wasn't in the room, "We'll take them with us. Get them up and moving, then check the clones. If there's children in that lot, we're bringing them. Let the Librarian figure out the fuck he's doing on his own. We need you moving, lover-boy."

"The ship, it's allowed us to synch?" he said in wonderment.

"Move, Dregan," Angel's voice rang in his head, "We've got three days to clear this facility and get starside." Dregan cast aside the Librarian with a heave before pointing at the technician.

"Get all of them up. Get every tech working to get everyone in stasis up, even the clones. Bring every last child to the Atrium," Dregan said before he turned and started running through the hallway. He didn't bother checking to see if the technician was doing what they were told. He had to get to the Atrium and either fight his way through the back line of security or get the blast doors open.