Where is this? Am I ali–?

I was in my suit. Nothing was working. The lights in the cockpit were bright. Blaring. They only increased the pounding headache. I squinted to try to cope with the harsh lights. A thick fog everything. Nothing was making sense. Why am I — what happened? Where...

Suddenly, everything came to a lurching stop. My whole body slammed against the seatbelt. I looked down at my hands. There was a red liquid dripping from somewhere. It was warm. Is that mine? I tried to move my hand. But my hands they seemed to belong to someone else. They wouldn't move.

The cockpit door opened. I shrunk back from the deafening light that flooded in. As my eyes adjusted I could faintly distinguish a few figures looming over me. They lunged forward. Seizing me, they ripped me out of my cockpit and into that blinding light. I could do nothing. It didn't add up. Nothing added up. Nothing ma—

I tried to put my feet under me but instead they instantly gave out. The strange figures dragged me along the cold floor, each supporting one side of my body. My vision started to fade in and out. Faintly, I heard my name being called. It was hard to hear though over the faint buzzing. I looked around to see if I could find the source. All I could see were looming figures surrounding me. Finally, someone picked me up and started to carry me. At one point, one of them tried to speak to me but nothing of what they said reached my ears. Eventually, things started to fade more and more until, everything went blank.

Array!

People are like stars in the dark night sky. Shining bright against the engulfing darkness while giving hope to their observers below. They are a guide for the lost soul, an anchor to past, and a revelation of our fate to come. We depend on them so greatly.

But aren't most stars also blazing suns? They can bring warmth and life for those close to them. Like any sun though, when they die, they engulf anyone around them with their grand finale. Even worse than the consuming sun is the black hole that remains. The void. A void of that sun's absence eternally felt by its' surroundings.

When my eyes opened, I expected to wake up in my room in the Sargon. Instead, there was a sterile white ceiling. Instantly, a dull ache came all over my body. This isn't the Sargon. I couldn't pinpoint it but something felt a little off. Where I am? There was a constant hum of machinery and equipment faintly. I was still in space. I looked around the room to find nobody there. I was alone. My regular clothes had been replaced with a hospital gown. I got up slowly to find an intravenous attached to my arm. Don't need this anymore. I ripped it out and slowly tried to get out of the bed.

"Hello?"

No answer.

The cool metal floor met my feet, one after another. I wiggled my toes a little. I can't believe I am still alive. I took my first step, slowly letting go of the rail on my bed. I was weak, but my body was functioning fine. It was time to find out where I was. I started to limp at a slow place towards the door. The door opened with that smooth sliding sound. I peeked my head out.

A nurse and a doctor stared at me with their eyes wide.

Like a wave, a bout of dizziness and lethargy hit me. "I am guessing I am not supposed to be out here." I gave a small chuckle.

"Array!"

That voice again.

With that everything went black and I could feel my body start to fall to the floor. I didn't even feel the impact. I was out.

I woke up and found myself looking at that same sterile ceiling. I tried to move but found that for some reason, I couldn't move my arms. My hands were restrained.

"What the—"

Someone cleared their throat at the foot of the bed. A ZAFT soldier sat there sternly, meeting my gaze.

They obviously don't know me. I could be out of these restraints and take him out before anyone knew what happened. I slumped back down into my bed. But I have nowhere else to be, so what is the point? The Sargon thinks I am dead… my parents think I am dead...Rassik, Cara, Jakob, Mac…

The door slid open. It was the doctor I had seen before. "Good afternoon, Miss Array."

How does ZAFT know my name?

"You suffered a bad concussion but it seems you will be fine. You got a few gashes but those seem to be healing quite well. You have made quite a speedy recovery. We also did some blood tests and…." He glanced sideways at me from my chart and furrowed his brows.

"So, am I a prisoner of war then, doctor?"

"That is not for me to say. I am just here to talk about the medical side of things. Someone else will probably be here to discuss other matters with you."

"Great." I flopped down onto my bed.

"We are keeping you here for another day and then moving you somewhere else."

"To a jail cell?"

He didn't reply.

If ZAFT had 'caught' me and I became their prisoner, there would be a whole new sleuth of problems to deal with. A feeling of dread swept over me. Great.

The next day a ZAFT soldier with almost silver hair walked into my room. I eyed him suspiciously.

"The Commander wants to see you." He threw me some clothes. "Get dressed." His voice barked at me. I could tell immediately that we wouldn't be having a cordial relationship.

"What did I do to get on your bad side?" I called out to the soldier as I slowly sat myself upright, "You will need to undo my restraints if you want me to get dressed. I am not a magician. Surprising, I know."

He gave out a long exasperated sigh and walked over to me. Quite aggressively he removed my restraints and took a step back.

Stepping out of bed, I slipped the pants on underneath the hospital gown. When I looked up though, the soldier met my gaze. "So… are you going to turn around?"

He just stood there firmly. "You are considered dangerous. I am not taking my eyes off of you for one second."

"Fine then, I will turn around." Turning towards the corner, I slipped off the gown and put on the shirt I was given. After, I faced him once again and put on the shoes that were provided. I knew there was no hope of a courteous relationship, so why not press his buttons? "You know, most people would think you are a pervert because of this." I leaned in closer and lowered my voice, "I think though it is because you are a legalistic prig."

"Turn around!"

"Oi." I unhurriedly turned around for him.

I could feel the soldier aggressively snatched my arms and fastened them behind my back.