(This is a rewrite)
My name is Ghent, according to the name tag over my left breast pocket. This name is not familiar to me but at the moment I must assume it is my own. I remember nothing prior to the time of my awakening; during my first conscious moments my mind attempted to search for answers. I was not afraid but lost in blankness; there were no images to retrieve, no clue to my predicament. Limited to a space no larger than a casket, movement was minimal; I used my hands to search for a button or a lever that would allow escape from my captivity. While blindly searching the walls, a light above my head began to flash and change in color from red, to yellow, to green. The hatch released allowing external air to rush in; the sudden change in air pressure caused my lungs to take a series of unexpected deep breaths. The inhalation of fresh air was invigorating. I reached out and pushed the hatch aside. My first images of freedom were a metal grey ceiling lined with pipes and recessed lighting. Curious about my surroundings coupled with the desire to flee my confinement I sat up. To my surprise, I was not alone.

A room of strangers, both male and female from various places of origin, we looked at each other uncertain what to say. When words were finally spoken the language unfamiliar but recognizable to all. My first attempts to speak in retrospect were comical. I started and stopped sentences several times in an attempt to fix the malfunction in my brain. The words in my head English but what springs forth from my mouth is not.

I look around, nothing is familiar. A placard on the wall suggests we are in a place called Dannick. None of us remember entering the pods; our minds blank in regards to past events. Attempts to brain storm for answers ineffective; our imaginations run wild with possibilities. We can only speculate as to how, when or why our destinies collided in this place.

Our matching jumpsuits suggest we are members of a group; possibly inmates or an elite band of warriors. I prefer to think we are the later or something comparable in respectability. I do not wish to be a criminal or an escaped test subject of a mad scientist.

Not knowing what to do, this place unfamiliar, collectively we decided to explore our surroundings. Our location has no windows. I suggest we are on a military vessel or in the deep dark depths of a research facility or possibly a fallout shelter; although a logical reason for being in either of those places is not readily apparent. I step toward the only door leading in or out of the room in hopes it is not secure. My exit is abruptly halted by an older man and four armed guards. The escorts looked as if they were ready to shoot anything or anyone that stepped out of line. I step back toward my own pod in hopes of not dying before I learned of who I am or where I came from.

The older man’s name is Captain Addison. “Welcome to the Dannick” he says with all the joy of a proud father. He called us recruits and congratulates us on finding our way to the Dannick. If we are recruits why are armed guards necessary. My mind is confused. I try to remember what I have forgotten, to make sense of my circumstance. Capt Addison makes it sound as if we are here by choice. He seems nice enough but I feel as if all it not what it seems. I am a recruit for this vessel but yet something deep within says I do not belong here.