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File #9

Muraco awoke in an unfamiliar place. He sat bolt upright, his eyes trying to adjust to low light levels of the room around him.

"Where am I?" he thought to himself, trying to quiet his racing heart.

There was a cool breeze coming from somewhere in the room as he seemed to be inside some makeshift metal box that he had never seen before.

Getting out of bed, he could feel the coldness of the metal floor but also the occasional piece of something rather like the bristles of a brush along his feet. He looked down to see grass, slightly brown grass poking through the fatigued parts of the metal floor. The entire room seemed to be haphazardly cobbled together from random metal fragments.

An interesting smell beguiled his senses... it smelt familiar, almost as if he was back to being a child again. Wait...

"Is somebody cooking!?" his confused thoughts raced in his head as he tried to get a bearing on his surroundings. He had been in Main Engineering of the Warrior, working with Yusa to maintain a successful power injection into the thrusters. He remembered some kind of explosion as the hull of the vessel had fractured under the strain and then...

Nothing...

The dim lamp, which resembled the emergency equipment from the Warrior only managed to illuminate part of the dimly lit room but it was enough so that he could hear the door.

Crash!

A sound made him almost immediately jump as it cut through the air from behind the room. The sound was metallic, almost as if somebody had thrown a hyperspanner into a metal bucket. From behind the makeshift door, he could hear the sound of someone or something scurrying about.

His paw reached out for the handle of door and for a second, he considering not opening it. His stomach rumbled with hunger in sequence to the thick smell of cooking... meat! He suddenly remembered what the smell was.

It was bacon or something very similar to bacon.

There was nowhere else in the room to go. He had no choice... He had to open the door.

"Well Good Morning..." said a female voice as he opened the door, the sunlight through the shacks window suddenly hit him straight in the face, causing his vision to go blurry as his eyes adjusted.

After a few seconds of adjustment, Muraco looked around in a dazed bewilderment. He was inside some kind of makeshift shack, with the same cobbled together metal pieces for the walls except this room was a lot larger and had small windows on one side.

There was a small human female who was holding what looked to be a frying pan over a small stove on one end of the room. She had dropped another pan in the sink which was embedded in a series of worktops that lined the back wall.

The female smiled at him and he stared at her blankly. She had long, orange hair, pulled back into a functional ponytail and fair skin that was most common to woman of that skin type, slight freckles over her cheeks. She wore a jumpsuit of some kind, which was zipped down and wrapped into a bow around her waist, with a black undershirt.

"Come on... breakfast isn't gonna eat itself..." she said, in a thick accent, most commonly attributed to the southern part of the United States on Earth.

Muraco looked over to a small breakfast bar which was protruding out from the series of worktops, with a plate of what looked like... bacon sandwiches?

"That's my favourite!" thought Muraco as he continued to stand in the doorway, not sure what was happening here.

"What's the matter now?" the woman rolling her eyes. "Lemme guess... bacon is overdone" she said, mimicking his voice.

Muraco was not sure how to react. One moment he was on the Warrior and the next he was not sure where the hell he was? This was all very confusing to him. "W-Wh... I mean, who are you?" he asked.

The woman looked at him with surprise and then a bit of concern in her deep cerulean eyes. "Are you ok?" she asked, rushing over to be nearer to him. "It's me... Kayleigh, you're wife."

The air went silent as Muraco could not process this information. He started to feel a certain panic as nothing in his mind made sense. He had never even met this woman before and she was claiming to be is wife. She reached up, standing on her tiptoes and touched his forehead slightly before he could do anything to stop her.

"You seem clammy..." she said, as Muraco looked down at her with confusion. "I'm gonna send Doctor Tao..."

Doctor Tao... This seemed to add to Muraco's continual feeling of confusion. How could Doctor Tao be here as well, he was on the Warrior, trapped in a gas giant. How could he also be here, where ever Muraco might be.

Before Muraco could ask any other questions, the woman turned to rush out of the door on the far side of the shack and into the intense sunlight outside, leaving Muraco all alone in this unfamiliar place.

As he walked around the room, the shack was sparsely decorated, possibly due to the lack of space but he got the distinct impression that this place, despite how unfamiliar it was had at some point been his home. There were many objects in the room that seemed to be directly from his quarters on the Warrior.

A holophoto-frame lay on one of the units which depicted him and the woman he had just met smiling at some kind of mountain range. She was wearing a distinctive brilliant white dress and Muraco was wearing the traditional tribal marriage regalia of his people.,,

"How is this possible!?" his thoughts almost making him lose his composure as he tried to regain it. He could not remember any of this. He had no idea where he was or what he was doing.

He looked to the corner of the shack, a collection of laundry was collecting them before it was about to be obviously washed. On the top of the pile was an outdated Starfleet jumpsuit. Muraco recognised it immediately from those Federation History documentaries that Captain Greyfell was always trying to get him to watch.

He reached out and slowly picked it up, rotating it to bring the patch on the side of the arm into view, dropping it immediately when he saw what was written on it.

NX-05... Atlantis...