As you wake up on a bunk that reminds you of your time in the army just from how it feels beneath you, the first thought that springs to mind is 'this is not my room'. This is only emphasized when you hear a feminine voice bearing a British accent over the intercom requesting "Commander Harry Brady to conference room 1A, I repeat, Commander Harrry Brady to conference room 1A."
Somehow, you instinctively know that's referring to you, and you slam your thumb onto an intercom button you weren't quite aware existed previously and ask "Is the level of urgency high enough that I can't take a shower and put some decent clothes on first?"
There's a delay of 13.127 (how in the world did you time that so well!?) seconds, before the British lady replies "No, but please be quick about it." Relieved, you quickly clean yourself up in the small bathroom attached to your quarters (you really must be high-ranking if you've got your very own bedroom rather than a spot in the barracks), throw on one of the dress uniforms hanging in your closet (yep, this is real, it's perfectly fitted for you and has your name on the front), and march out into the corridor.
Madness and magic are one and the same
As you walk, it occurs to you that you really shouldn't have any clue where conference room 1A is or how to get to it, but you do. You frantically dig through your thoughts as you travel, trying to find anything else that's been implanted into your mind. You find blueprints. MORE than blueprints, an entire set of technological skills (primarily based on robotics, but also applicable to architecture and starship design of all things) shoved into your mind. Just how much of the old you is even left besides your memories and basic interests?
Madness isn't power, but fuel.
You easily clear away the storm of unwanted thoughts (another new feature) as you enter the conference room, sitting at the seat saved for you. You calmly ask a black-haired lady with a bowl-cut "Alright Ms. Perkins, tell me, what is this conference about?" (even with her name tag it should have taken you a second to read it)
Fuel has to be burned in order to achieve anything.
She takes a deep breath, before replying "3.1 hours ago, we all woke up knowing nothing besides our way around the base, our names, the skills and information we needed to do our jobs, and the fact that you were apparently our Commander. We're willing to go along with it for now, but we need to know, did you do this to us?"
All magic is powered by burning madness.
Your eyes widen as you realize what she's implying, and you respond "I would never do such a thing! Yesterday I was just an aerospace engineer with an ex-military background who's good at strategy games!"
One of the men at the table with a weird-looking monocle notes to everyone "The lie detector isn't acting up, he's telling the truth, or at least he thinks he is."
Another lady at the table then says "Since you apparently aren't the one who wiped our memories, at least not deliberately, I suppose it's time for introductions. I'm Dr. Vahlen, a xenobiologist in charge of your research department."
The man with the lie-detector monocle then notes "I'm Dr. Raymond Shen, one of the two heads of your engineering department."
Another man, this one sporting a well-managed beard remarks "I'm the other head of your engineering department, Geoffrey Daniels. I've only got a Master's though."
Ms. Perkins goes next, with "You already know my name, I'm your secretary apparently."
Once introductions are out of the way, the first order you give is
[] "I'd like to know where we are and what's going on outside the base."
[] "I'd like to know what assets are available to me."
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