A sliver of light slashed across my face and I stirred awkwardly, tipping over onto my side. I groaned slightly, bringing my palm flesh against the gritty stone floor, pushing myself back into a slouch against the wall behind me. Forcing my eyelids open to a crack, I could faintly make out a shining gold square ahead of me. The brilliance forced me to turn away for a moment. What was it? Better yet, where was I?
Looking back, I could make out a few lines running horizontal from top to bottom of the unknown shape. A few moments more and the image was obvious, a window. A barred window. It was a wonder I didnt make it out sooner, but maybe not. My mind reeled again, who was I? All I could remember was the blue. No, not blue, more cyan. Yes, a bright cyan.
Wait, what?
This wasnt helping; I needed to figure out where I was. I bent my knees and brought my legs against my chest. Attempting to get the hell up was first on the agenda. Planting my hands against the grimy surface behind me, I struggled my way erect. The room spun, I fell dizzily against the wall to steady myself, putting a hand on my head in reflex. My hair felt sticky, what was this? Squinting through the haze, my eyes focused on fingers in front of me, smeared with dark, dried blood.
The plot thickens, I thought, exasperated in my confusion. So I didnt come here of my own accord, that was clear enough. But I was still short on the here part. Where exactly was here?
My repetitious contemplation was interrupted as a creak sounded across the room, followed by a gust of muggy air. A door across the dark, dim room swung open and an average sized figure of a man appeared in the doorway. The sudden brightness was more than my not fully adjusted retinas could handle, and I turned away reluctantly. A quick scraping noise sounded as the man slid what looked like a metal plate into the room. I turned my vision back and could make out the stranger a little better. He looked to be in his late twenties, with long pitch black locks of hair visible beneath his simple military style cap. His skin was dark, and it was apparent even through my horrible eyesight. He nodded to the plate on the floor and was gone behind the door again.
If I didnt feel it before, I felt it now. I was hungry. I dropped to the ground and crawled over to the plate. Somehow I had expected it, it was some sort of pasty slop. Sith paste? No, synth paste. That was the staple food ration of Sirius. Sirius! I couldnt believe what had slipped my mind until now. Whatever had happened, it had sent me into some lapse of memory. I quietly reveled in the hope that everything else would come back as easily as this as well. Maybe all I needed were little reminders?
The food didnt look very appealing, but it wasnt that bad. Better yet, I was feeling more and more normal as I slurped up whatever was on the plate. After a few minutes, it was gone and I found myself slouched against the cell wall again. It was obvious enough now, this was a prison cell.
Now, to figure out how I got here in the first place