Kyle Reese - Turning Around

[Reese]

That was almost exactly one week ago. Kyle woke up in the medical bay of what later turned out to be the battleship RNS Guillestre. Kyle had no idea where he was, all he could see was a strange environment, technology he’d never seen before. He was lying in a medical bed, which was quite comfortable for his standards, even though it felt like he had been lying in it for a year. His arms and legs were tied to the bed, there was no way he was getting out of this bed on his own. After staring at the (extremely ugly) ceiling for few minutes which felt like hours, 2 people entered the room. Both men were dressed in some sort of white military uniform with Bordeaux red accents. Their heavy black boots made a loud tick every step they made. Once they spotted Kyle was awake, both men came to his bed, speaking a language he never heard before. It was very similar to the accent from the woman, which reassured Kyle a little he was in relatively safe hands. The men did a few scans, discussing the results in the same weird language. One of the men smiled at Kyle and nodded softly, his eyes going from the display to Kyle and back again. After a firm “Bon”, both men stepped out of the room again.

Silence returned. Kyle had no idea what just happened. Who were those men, where was he and how did he get here? Sooner than expected, the doors slid open again. A man and a women entered this time. The man was wearing a heavily decorated uniform and judged by his size, he had a rank high enough to have some authority. The woman however, was dressed in a basic and sober uniform, probably that of a regular soldier. Unless most Gallic people he talked with before, traces of the Gallic language were hard to hear in his English.

“Bonjour monsieur, I’m most glad to see you’ve finally woken up. Lieutenant Daguier here told me some interesting things about you. Despite the loss of your vessel, you probably saved the life of my daughter and for that, I am most grateful. I am Colonel Daguier, commanding officer of this ship, the RNS Guillestre. Before we arrange a transport to Java Station for you, I’d like you to take a look at this…”

The man handed Kyle a flyer, on the front it said JOIN THE FOREIGN LEGION TODAY

While Kyle was looking at the flyer, the man said something in Gallic to the women, most likely the daughter he mentioned, who replied with a simple “Oui, mon père, je vous remercie” and they started walking towards the exit. Kyle immediately recognized her voice. It was her again!

“Wait! Is it you ma’am?”

She quickly glanced over her shoulder, showing a subdued smile, while walking through the doors which closed after her with a soft hiss.