I woke up to a huge "BOOOOOM!" and immediately jumped out of my cot. I was still woozy from my sleep, so I started doing jumping jacks and pushups to wake up. After pushup number 63, my door whipped open, and the general was standing there with an almost panicked look on his scarred face.
"Get out of there! Here's some real training. Move! Move! MOVE!" He screamed.
I ran out of there at his heels, and he pulled out his pistol, which I recognized as a Carnifex hand cannon. As in, if I made one wrong move my face would become a gaping hole with blood and brains oozing out. I had a feeling this would be my big chance to escape. I hoped the people attacking were at least a little better than these heartless bastards. I had to think quickly to escape with my face not becoming a large gaping hole in my head.
We arrived at our training area, which looked to be overrun with what looked like soldiers in full armor. I took cover behind some various boxes, and put up a barrier to protect me. Some smoke bombs went off with a craaaack after they were thrown by the invading force. Thick smoke floated across the battlefield, concealing everyone's movements. What most people didn't know, was my so-called "second sight" could see through the smoke. I closed my eyes, reached out, and got an idea of where everyone was. I charged up and smashed the floor with my fist, sending a burst of energy through the ground, knocking everyone in the room back, including the general. I fled towards the hallway.
I didn't know where I was running, I just ran through the halls looking for either weapons or shelter, preferably both. I spotted a door not much different from any others, but I burst in anyway. Luck was on my side as it was stocked with weapons. I gleefully grabbed my signature disciple, a pistol, and after much deliberation, a few grenades. Grenades were simple, I reasoned. Even a trained monkey could throw them. I shrugged and grabbed a holster-belt to hold my grenades, cooling clips and pistol. The disciple attached automatically to my back and I was ready to go.
As soon as I reached for the door, it slammed open, revealing a crazed guard who I had recognized as the one dragging me down the hallways on my first day here. Apprehension gripped me, and I quickly pulled out my shotgun. Before I could aim it correctly, a huge fist slammed into me, sending me flying across the room. Cringing in pain and seeing stars, I was unable to move for a few moments. As soon as I could think clearly again, the guard's big, ugly face was inches from mine.
"And where were you thinking of going?" He growled. "Not thinking of running away, were you?"
"No. I wanted to get some weapons to fight them off, without going on a suicide mission." I answered with false bravery in my voice.
Inside my head however, I was screaming like a little girl who'd wet my pants. He seemed to not believe me, so I went to plan B. I retracted my leg, then launched a front kick at him while infusing some energy into it. That did the trick of sending him flying through the door and slamming into the opposite wall. I regained my composure, and gathered up my equipment once more, and ran out the door.
All too soon, I was back in the main area, where the General was wiping people out ruthlessly and efficiently. I had no chance of going up against him alone, I reasoned. I had to find out who these people were. I dashed to cover, and charged up my energy to make a makeshift barrier of sorts. I found that while this was good for small arms such as pistols and some small SMGs, it couldn't stand up to heavier arms fire, and would collapse on me, but would save my rear if I was in a pinch.
I heard a roar of fury, and saw the General rushing towards what looked like a higher-ranked officer of the opposing force. His scarred face cringed with anger, and fired at the soldier. The soldier fired back, and their shields collapsed at the same time. I popped out of cover, and ran towards the two of them. The general reached the officer and slammed the butt of his rifle into his helmet, knocking him down.
As he positioned the rifle stock into his face, I charged in with a flash of purple, sending him into the wall. I didn't wait for him to come around and counterattack, I simply charged my energy to the maximum it could go, and with both hands, slammed into his chest, crushing his armor, chest and I assumed his heart. He slid down a bit from the wall, and a blank look in his eyes.
I turned around to see the officer pointing his pistol in my face.
"Who are you?" He asked fiercely.
"I'm a test subject who was sick of being a lab rat." I dropped my trusty shotgun and raised my arms in surrender. "I figured me killing him would be mutually beneficial for both of us." I reasoned. I also motioned to my tattoo, verifying my story.
He slowly lowered his weapon, but didn't put it away. I was fully expecting distrust, but hey, my face is intact and not full of holes. "Come with me, and you can answer some of my questions." He said. I nodded and followed him. The fighting was sporadic and gunfire was becoming more and more infrequent. I followed him to a ship in the landing bay and we both stepped in and sat down.
He unlocked his helmet and pulled it off revealing a rather handsome face. I felt rather plain with my unwashed face, greasy and knotted short brown hair, but this was not the time for this. I took a few breaths to recover from the fighting moments ago. I looked at him, as to say 'ready for the interrogation to begin'.
He sighed. "First of all, who are you? Other than being a lab rat."
"I don't really remember my name to be honest. I just found myself here after I woke up. The first thing I remember before waking up, is that I'm from New York, I'm from sometime in the 2000's, and I'm 23. I don't remember my career, family, marital status, or even my birthday." I admitted.
"Hmm, very strange. Well, I hate to be the one that breaks this to you, but you're about 150 years in the future." He responded.
"Wait wait wait; what?" I exclaimed, my jaw dropping to the floor.
He seemed to be rather entertained at my confused babbling. He continued, "Yeah. In that time we discovered the ruins of an advanced civilization, found out we weren't alone in the galaxy, and most recently, found out that we've been marked for destruction by a race of ultra-advanced AI."
My confusion built and built to a huge climax, and felt darkness pressing on me. I fell over, and the last thing I remember hearing was Mr. Pretty Face saying:

"Was it something I said?"

A/N: First of all, a big thanks goes out to socratescloset for looking over the draft of this chappie. You'll notice that the grammar is better than it normally would be, thanks to him. Also, thanks for the people who answered my question of the day. My next question of the day is: who would/ did you romance in any of the games in the series, and why? Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing! You guys are the best! :D