"Hey, River, wake up, dammit!" Said Private First Class Ethan Graves, shaking the fallen body of his squadmate, his ACAR behind his back, fixed in place by a set of magnetic grips. River had fallen for no reason. Yes, she dropped a box of Vaskran energy cells all over the place, but it appeared that she bent down to pick one of them up, before collapsing. The whole of Echo Squad (or those in the same room, anyway) was currently staring at the unconscious form of Echo's feisty rifleman. 

"What the hell just happened, man?" Private Tyler Webbs asked, making his way over to Graves and crouching next to him.

"I don't know. She picked something up and then collapsed. She's not waking- oh, hello." He was hit with a surge of relief as River's green eyes blinked open, followed by her asking 'where am I' in an awfully confused tone. Graves chuckled and helped her back to her feet. "You're in the armoury, remember? You passed out five minutes ago." He ran some checks on her, patting her down and brushing some dirt off her armour. "You should be fine. We got what we came here for. Come on, we're heading back to the [i]Interloper.[/i]"

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The first thing Riley saw when she came to was the sight of a young man bending over her, gently touching her. Her combat training flared up and she kicked his hands away. "Hey, hands off, asshole!" She cried, shooting up to her feet and assuming a defensive position. She reached for her sidearm, normally holstered by her left hip, only to come into contact with some soft cloth. She growled and reached for her knife instead, also not finding it there. Frantically, she patted down the rest of her dress to find-

Wait. 

[i]Dress?[/i]

"What the fuck?" She screamed, lifting up and feeling the soft material. "What the fuck did you do to my armour?" She spun around, noticing the strange architecture of her surroundings. She wasn't in a metal room filled with weapons, she wasn't surrounded by her trusted squadmates, hell, she wasn't even in a forest anymore. "Where the fuck am I?" She raised her fists, when she noticed something.

These weren't her hands.

Riley slowly uncurled her fists and stared at them. Too small and pale to be. "What the-" And only then did she notice that that wasn't her voice either. It was too high and clear to be, as opposed to her deeper and more mature-sounding voice register. Frozen in one place, too shocked to move, she could only ask one question.

"[i]What the fuck happened to me?![/i]"

[@PentagonWhite]