Spun off the Star Trek TNG episode Conundrum, in which an alien wipes the crew's memories to accomplish nefarious ends.
Janeway awoke on the floor of a room filled with chairs and tables, surrounded by other prone humanoids – some human, others clearly not – in loose, casual clothes. The dark of space was visible through broad viewports along one side of the large chamber. Food and drink lay arranged on festive trays on the tables. The scene looked like some sort of party … but a party she didn't remember. Janeway seemed to be on a starship of some kind. As she sat up and began to look around, so did the others. There was something familiar about them, but with a start, she realized that she didn't know any of them. She was surrounded by strangers.
"What the hell …" she murmured. She looked around. "I don't know who any of you are. I … I don't even know who I am."
A brightly dressed non-human with furry whiskers down the sides of his face was pushing up on all fours next to her. They reached out to each other for balance as they stood.
"I don't remember who I am, either," the furry biped was saying. "The last thing I remember is some kind of energy pulse, then I woke up on the floor."
Janeway felt a hand at her other elbow and turned to see a tall, dark man with a tattoo on his face helping her up.
"Thank you, Mr. …" she began, but he was a stranger too.
The tattooed man's face reflected shock. "This will sound very strange, but I don't know. I must have hit my head when I fell down. I can't remember my name."
Janeway blinked and put her hands to her face. She stared around the mess hall as others had similar exchanges. "What do you think happened to us?"
The room began to fill with the same questions.
"Where are we?"
"Who are you?"
"What happened?"
A few people began to experiment with their comm badges, but they returned only static. Others went to the door, which opened automatically onto the corridor. They stood at the threshold, as if afraid to step out into what lay beyond. Purely out of instinct, Janeway called for attention.
"Does anyone here recall how we all wound up on the floor?" she asked.
Dozens of anxious faces stared back.
"Okay then," Janeway said. "I don't remember my name or what my role is on this ship, but I hope we can all agree that we need to assign some roles to figure out what's going on. I'll volunteer to go to the bridge and find out what's happening there."
The tattooed man stepped to her side. "I'll go with you."
TBC