The man looked up from his bed at the doctor standing over him. He was wearing a crisp white jacket and held a clipboard in one hand while writing notes with the other. He craned his head to look at the Doctors face but was greeted by the side of his head. The doctor was looking into a display of some sort.
Uhhh, where am I? the man groaned. This noise caught the Doctor completely by surprise and he snapped his head round and looked at the sprawled figure lying prone in the bed.
Oh, youre awake! he exclaimed.
The man on the bed looked around; he was hooked up to some sort of machine in a hospital.
Whats this? Where am I? The man grumbled. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties and wore a plain white gown.
You are in Planet Eries planetary medicae. The doctor replied calmly Name please?
Uh I I dont know the man said.
Hmm, it seems you are suffering from memory loss, and Im not surprised after what youve been through The doctor said.
What Ive been through? The man looked down at his arms, which bore scars of multiple injuries.
Yes. The doctor replied You were found in a raid on a slave liner, badly beaten and burnt. You must have been taken by them to be sold. You were the only one alive. The Navy officer who brought you in, Walker I think his name was, said that you must have been caught by the blast of the first torpedo. The slavers must have thought you were dead, because they killed the remaining slaves before attempting to flee. You can live peacefully now though, the slavers were shot down upon firing the escape pods. Oh, and before I forget you were found clutching this in your hand. The Doctor picked up a little brown bag and passed it to the man.
The man opened the bag and held the amulet in front of his face. It was an ornately carved silver bird which glinted in the light. In its foot it held a sword which bore an inscription.
The letter glinted in the medical lighting
[color=#C0C0C0]TALON
The man lay back and pondered for a second.
He rolled the word around his mouth like it was a candy sweet. Talon
He gazed at the amulet, admiring the beauty of the outstretched wings of sliver.
Silverwing It fitted almost naturally.
The man lay back, holding the amulet to his chest as he dreamed of adventure and glory.
He wanted revenge for what those slavers had done to him. In him burnt a vengeance and desire to destroy those that would do others harm.
His mind drifted to the thought of space, and of ships. Inside him he knew, lay a knowledge of space craft, and he would use that in his hunt for justice.
Talon Silverwing, slayer of evil, bringer of justice He liked the sound of it a lot. He lay back in his bed, closed his eyes, and dreamed of what was to come. Oh what a talon he would be, reborn to rend the enemies of justice.