Laser fire flashed around him; collimated energy striking dangerously close by.
Where am I?
Knowledge seemed to flood back into his brain, as if being downloaded from somewhere: memories, impressions, skills. It was accompanied by a vague sense of familiarity.
This has happened before...
There was no time to think. He was strapped into a flight chair, a dizzying array of instruments and controls before and around him. Instinctively he knew what to do, he was an Elite Combateer after all.
How did I know that? I can't even remember my name...