James Fisher
12:45 PM
Shipwreck: Doc Zod's Clinic

James's eyes shot open. He immediately noticed he wasn't where he had been the last time he was awake, yet he still felt as though something was screaming at him to escape wherever this unknown place was. He could not quite even remember where he had been before, but it was somewhere he didn't want to be. James tried lifting his arm, but found he couldn't move. He opened his mouth to yell for help, but words refused to come out.

All at once the memories returned to him.

Two days earlier
The Orion: Crew Quarters

It was just after what would have been lunch time when the flashing lights and sirens began flooding the halls of the ship with panic. A voice came on the intercom. "We are under attack. Report to battle stations immediately." The voice repeated again a few seconds later. James had already used the communications device built into his suit to receive instructions from his superior officer to meet him in the Armory.

The Orion was a reasonably small battleship, containing only about forty crew. James had been assigned as one of four soldiers to stay on board. This was just in case of a boarding, but this was unexpected. Such a small ship would be easier to destroy from the outside than to board. As such, James, still being a rookie, was stationed on the ship.

James had almost reached the armory when a deafening explosion shook the ship, shoving James to the side. James heard chatter on the radio saying that the shields were already down, and that a missile had been shot directly into the crew quarters. The ones James had been in a minute earlier. Suddenly the ship was rocked again, this time with the explosion closer, and James was forced in the other direction. James started feeling cold. He knew the hall he was in must have suffered damage. He knew two things based off of this. The first was that the room was depressurizing. He had about thirty seconds to get out of the room before too much pressure was lost and he could no longer survive. The second was that with the room depressurizing, it was only a matter of time before the ship automatically detected the lack of pressure and sealed the room off. This would probably take place in less than the thirty seconds it would take to kill him. James raced for the door, feeling the change in temperature with every step. He was lucky he made it out before the doors slammed shut, sealing off the leak.

"The controls up here are shot!" a voice shouted over the radio. "Engine critically damaged!" Another voice yelled. A voice spoke on the intercom. "Preparing for warp speed jump to the nearest sector. All hands brace for warp." Another explosion briefly rocked the ship before it warped. Normally this would be a smooth process, but the damaged ship led to extreme turbulence. It only lasted a brief moment though before the ship dropped back out of warp speed.

All of this happened in the course of two minutes.

"That warp took everything the engine had left in it, it's completely shot." A voice said on the radio. A voice played on the intercom. "The situation seems stable for the time being. If your quarters are still in one piece, return to them and stand by. If they are not, please stay put for the time being." The voice paused for a moment before another voice began playing. "The ship's status is as follows. Outer Hull: Heavy damage. Inner Hull: Heavy Damage. Shield generator: Mild Damage. Reactor: Fully Operational. Engine: Crippled. Location: Unknown planet, suborbital trajectory." Of course, this didn't tell James very much about what had just happened. They had been told it was not supposed to be a hard mission. It did tell him one important detail however.

"Suborbital." He thought. Anyone with even the most basic understanding of astrophysics and how orbits work would know that this meant they were not in a stable orbit. And he also knew that with the engines dead, they would not be able to fix their orbit. In short, it meant that they were not going to stop themselves from crashing down into whatever planet it had been that they had stumbled upon.

Shipwreck: Doc Zod's Clinic

James didn't want to remember any more. As he thought, he had begun to calm down. "It's over." He thought. "Where am I though? Someone must have found me after I made my way out of the ship and taken me here." James leaned forward.

((That came out pretty poorly IMO. I intentionally tried not to make the fight too long, but at the same time feel like it seemed a lot better in my head. Not to mention the fact that 95% of the post was background, not something that actually happened now.))