Zero hour.

I feel the fluid that is pressing agaisnt my skin. Warm very moist, not quite wet. I open my eyes, not surpised that my vision is blurry because of the medium I find myself floating in. A thousand questions come to mind and in that fraction of a second a blinding shock ripples through my body and my brain.....

I see white and black at the same time. Not sure if my eyes are seeing this or if my mind is projecting it.

Memories, knowledge, feeling,... physical and emotional. all entering my soul fast. White hot and freezing, cold hit at the same time.

As quickly as it all hits, it stops. Not sure how long that went on. Felt like a life time. Then a blip of knowledge, a recent event. I was fired upon. Ship destroyed, then my pod. My curiosity immediatly replaced with anger, and cold vengence.

I jam my hand through the medium surounding my body and come in contract with a sold film seveal centimeters above my abdomon. I brace my self with my other arm and push and break through the medium with a curse I remember hearing from a parental figure I've long lost forgotten about. Anger still guiding my escape.

I hear someone close by say," Leave him, he's pissed off. The anger and adrenialine will get him used to that body faster. Besides, hes gonna need it to go after the those Son's-a-B%*#hs who took him out."

For which I reply," Where's the hell's my target?!!"
I notice the colonel insignia in his breast plate

"Sir,"

He smirks with curious amusment which irritates me, he's not my target, but I will keep that in my mind.

"Get dressed Ju Pacha, and I'll show you."