Ryan stood tall, showing courage in what he knew would be his last moments. He watched for a lapse in his opponent's judgment, and struck, seeing an opportunity. His blade tore into the creature's wing, spurting blood, then pain. Pain like none before, and a sudden feeling of weakness. As the dragon-like creature stepped back, Ryan noticed why he felt so weak. He had no heart.
Suddenly, Ryan's eyes opened and his lungs filled, his mind panicking. He looked around, seeing several of the monsters which had killed him, suspended in tubes. A research laboratory. Slowly, the Marine's mind calmed, though he was still curious as to how he was alive. Was he in a new body? Some kind of mechanical-human hybrid? Looking around once more, Ryan determined that, no, he was not in a mechanical body. He was in a body which would resemble those around him. The body of a Kora'ai.
He began to panic again, alerting the scientists in the room, who began mumbling and looking around, wondering if they should do something. The formerly deceased Marine tried to bang against the tube he was in, to scream and beg to know why this had been done to him, but nothing happened. His muscles refused to move, despite the fact that he was-wait, what was he doing? He was in a body he didn't, and couldn't, know as well as his own, and he was trying to free himself? Terror setting in, Ryan realized that he would have to hope these people had his best interest in mind. And so he waited, watching as several scientists took one of the bodies away from the room they were in. He was mortified, to say the least.