"We'll be landing in 15!"
The pilot of the plane shouted to the man riding in the back, disturbing his sleep. It had been a long flight from Pearl Harbor to… well, wherever he had been assigned to, and he had left before sunrise.
Commander Martinez looked over himself, the last chance he'd get before arriving at his new assignment. Dark blonde hair cut short, greyish blue eyes with a strange, almost constantly shifting look in them, and a lean build. He wasn't the tallest or strongest, but he was a keen thinker and fast runner.
The former had landed him in this position, as it had every other he had held within the U.S Navy, and for a short time, its offshoot, the Eagle Union.
Martinez, as he reminisced, thought back to the circumstances of his new assignment. A Rear Admiral he had never seen before had come into his office and announced he was being promoted from Warrant Officer First Class to Commander, and that he was to receive new marching orders immediately.
"...For what reason, ma'am?"
"I'm not able to disclose that at present, Commander."
He sat back and thought about it for a few seconds.
"Well, now you've gotten me even more curious. I accept the new assignment."
"Excellent."
The rear admiral then left. She had never given her name to him, which was odd.
Bringing himself back to the present, Martinez looked out of the window of the small plane. A cluster of islands, littered with a few structures, was coming into his view. He sighed. It was indeed a backwater he'd been assigned to. Which meant in turn there was likely something secret going on within it.
Something dawned on him, and with it came a whirlwind of memories.
Warships given human forms. Crashing waves, cold wind, and an explosion… then darkness, and a vague memory of someone. They had a sharp but approachable face, bright golden-yellow eyes, and brown hair with a braid off to the side. They appeared worried, in what little he could recall.
He shook the flashback and memories from his mind as he considered his Epiphany.
The Kansen. Of course. It couldn't be anything else, given the location and the secrecy. He knew he had been around them before, but the circumstances had been lost to him in the same incident that had landed him stateside once more.
He was told it was a turbine explosion on the transport ship he had been assigned to. He suspected otherwise. The pieces just didn't add up. For now, a few scattered memories and some stark, pale scars on his palms and fingers were all he had to remember the experience by.
The pilot shouted back at him that the plane was preparing to land. He adjusted his service uniform one last time and put on his sunglasses. He'd need them not to squint in the bright, tropical sun of the Pacific.
It was time to face whatever was next. And find answers.