She couldn't remember anything. Nothing except the basics, what she was, basic body functions, but she couldn't remember her name.Somehow, for some reason it was hard to recognize herself as an Irken. Who she was, or how she had gotten here, that was a different story entirely. Hang on, no, she had been running. Running, trying to escape from someone... Ugh. Her head hurt. They must have hit her with something. And judging from the pain, they hit her really hard. All she felt (aside from very sore) was anger... and fear. What they were going to do to her... no, what they had done to her. She had only then noticed her arm. And her leg. In fact, a lot of her right side was... no, impossible... but it looked like... she was part SIR unit!

She felt her face. She ran her hand across her face, then she stifled a scream, for there she felt the familiar rounded shape of a SIR's red eye, and, when she traced the edge of the eyes' base, she felt the cool grey metal of a SIR's face melded with her own smooth, green Irken skin. She was repulsed by it. She ran a hand over her antennae. One felt like it was now made from metal. Finally thinking to take in her surroundings, she looked around for a reflective surface. She just had to know what she lookedlike. Spotting a shiny metal wall, she looked. She wished she hadn't.

The face she oh-so-vaguely remembered was looking back at her with a look of shock and horror. The red of her newly-acquired eye reflected brightly against the metal. In frustration at her stupidity, letting herself get caught like that, and anger at what had happened to her, she hit the wall with her new robotic arm.

CLANG.

The wall buckled slightly. Raising an eyebrow, she looked at her mechanized appendage. Not even a scratch. How could that not have hurt? Then she remembered. SIR units are built for battle and aid in conquest. No pain receptors. No pain in her leg, either. But no more feeling meant...

CLANG.

CLANG. CLANG CLANG CLANG CRUNCH.

A small hole had appeared. Maybe big enough for her to fit her arm through, though. No, first of all she had to check her surroundings for danger.

That was basic Irken instinct, so she remembered that much.

She pressed her one remaining purple eye to the hole. There was a brightly lit hallway, but no windows or doors that she could see, and security cameras swiveled in the halls, but no guards. That was just... sad.

"Well, now what?" She almost jumped at the sound of her own quiet voice. It just seemed so wrong and out of place in this deserted corridor. It was a pointless question, anyway. She was part SIR unit now. And now she knew what to do.

CLANG CLANG CRUNCH RI-I-IP. She tore the hole wider, and wider, and still wider until she had made it into a full-sized doorway.

Huh. Even the Almighty Tallest could fit through that,she thought. She easily hopped through the torn wall, turning to check out her would-be confinement. Small and rectangular in shape, unfurnished save from a metal table bearing some kind of harsh leather straps. Straps that had been ripped apart by something strong. Since she had just been trapped in there, and if they had been broken before she was in there they would have probably been fixed, she knew that it was probably her fault.

Oops, she winced. Leather was hard to find. But she continued on towards the end of the hallway. She turned the corner...

… and came face-to-face with another Irken. A guard, finally.

He had his back turned to her, so she remained unnoticed for the time being. But she had no clue what to say if he turned around and saw what she looked like. What would happen if she surprised him? She thought of what a normal Irken would look like, wished she did look normal, that she had her old body back, and then she felt her image seem to flicker. Looking down, she saw normal arms, legs, no more steel parts, just a plain old Irken body. She remembered. HER Irken body. In her delight, she hadn't noticed the guard turn around until too late, and he saw the change happen. Instantly he pressed a button on his belt, and an alarm sounded. Unfortunately for her, SIR units had sensitive hearing, for catching enemies. Her happiness disappeared instantly and she gasped in pain as a headache as sharp as a sword pierced through her head. She doubled over.

LOUD. TOO LOUD. OWOWOWOWOWOW.

She clutched her head as the sound of the alarm brought her to her knees. She felt her false body fade as she slipped, again, into unconsciousness. The last thing she saw were more guards rushing to help take her away.

"I hate you all," she mumbled to them as she blacked out.