Just a short reflective piece about Tycho's stay in the Imperial prison after he was captured by Isard.

--------------------------------

He doesn't know his name.

He doesn't remember it, although he remembers numbers.

His memories are blurred, people and places he thinks he should know.

A blue and green planet.

A young woman, laughing as she holds his hand.

A broad shouldered man talking to a room full of young men.

The same man congratulating him after climbing out of a simulator.

A dour faced man with his arm wrapped in a bacta patch.

Green lasers destroying another starfighter.

46250192, Imperial Navy

A holoconnection breaking down.

A snowball fight in the snow.

A man trying to balance a bucket of water on a door.

A man in orange congratulating him after climbing out of a simulator.

The dour faced man, in orange now, but still with a bacta patch.

Red lasers destroying another starfighter.

940310886, Rebel Alliance starfighter command.

A red haired man telling him to be careful.

A woman with white hair telling him to come home safely.

Blue light hitting his starfighter.

A woman in red, laughing at him.

"Come on 226, pay attention," The mechanically filtered voice intrudes on his thoughts.

These memories aren't blurred.

2263940, Imperial prisoner, Akrit'tar.

He can remember that.