Just a story I came up with, hope you like. Just the prologue, let me know what you think.
ALLIANCE COMPOUND; OSIRIS, 10:15 PM
A flash of memory. That was all he needed. He couldn't remember who he was, or where he had come from. He tried to picture faces, places, anything that might help him remember. Nothing was working. He stared round the white room he called his home. It was cool… clean… alien. All there was to his name was a bed, a mirror, a dresser, a table and a chair all in a white colour, not exactly homely. This place had never felt like home, though they told him otherwise. Where was home? It certainly wasn't this prison. That he was sure of.
He wandered over to the mirror, gazing at his appearance. His plain white costume clung to his semi-muscular body. Running a hand through his blond spiky hair, he wished for clothes that were colourful, or at the very least dark. Wincing as he turned toward his bed, he clutched his chest. The wound that he had sustained before he had come here still hurt. How he had gotten it he had no idea. A war wound they had told him, he doubted this very much.
Lying down on his bed he closed his eyes. Dreaming may help… if he dreamed. His thoughts drifted back to home again, what if he had no home? A voice in his head told him he had one, but why wasn't he there now? Sighing he turned on his side. He had had dreams of flying before, flying in a ship, was that his home? If only he could remember the name. Peace? Patience? Tranquillity? No, how could they be it. Firefly? No, that was the class of ship. That he was sure of. Wait… no… it couldn't be… could it? Serenity?