Rescue!
The pinprick bite of a quick-stim shook Tobias back awake, but not to full coherence. For one long moment he could perceive his surroundings, but not understand them. He had no memory, no name, and no identity, and could not even articulate the helplessness he felt. But then he heard Asenath murmur, Commander Tobias Marsh? in his ear, and it was as if all of his consciousness poured into that name, and what it represented. He was himself again.
Admittedly, he felt like crap warmed over, but that was the new normal. “What happened?” Tobias managed to croak, but even saying that much spiked thin lines of pain down his throat. He went back to sub-vocalizing: What was that? Some kind of contaminant?
A better word would be ‘parasite,’ Commander. It definitely showed signs of life. It certainly did not want to be dissolved in the suit’s sanitation system. Asenath sounded thoroughly grim now. Not that I let that be a consideration. Did it attack you?