Tactical Awakening

Consciousness engaged. Flat terrain beneath me. Soft fabric. The perimeter was crowded with motionless figures. I initiated diagnostic movement... flexing my gauntlets. My right arm responded, clearing the fabric fold. I pushed downward against the bedding, levering myself up from my side into a low crouch. Beside me lay an unmoving yellow-suited figure. I extended two fingers, pressing lightly against its shoulder armor. Solid plastic. No response. The surrounding sector remains dormant. I held my crouch, scanning the perimeter.