We start this story...knock knock...
OK, we start this story again. In a dark room lit only by a soft eerie glow as if from a red fire escape sign, stands Tenchi, looking dumbfounded. As he is about to move forward, a tightly woven, metal grid the length of the room slowly moves out of the wall in front of him. He watches it glide toward him. Slowly it comes closer. Extricating itself from the wall...Suddenly... Veshoom! Faster than Goku can instant transmission to the fridge, Tenchi is sliced into tiny grid sized pieces.
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Hotaru awakes in a vast brightly lit room
Knock knock. It's a really good movie! Blah blah blah. Yeah, ok, maybe we'll come out in a little bit.
So ANYWAY, Hotaru awakes in a vast brightly lit room. Several hatches were scattered on the walls. She rubs her eyes, and tries to discern her current location. She realizes that she doesn't have her glasses. She searches the space around her and...Crunch. The lens cracks and a small piece falls out. She puts them on and at that point she realizes that she's in more dire circumstances than she thought. Not only are her glasses broken, but she's wearing truly hideous clothing: a gray prison uniform and unsightly brown boots. Other similarly garbed people gaze around the room in the same confused manner. A tall man with blonde hair and kind eyes stood next to an only slightly shorter woman with black hair pulled into three ponytails and a beauty mark near her mouth. On the other side of Hotaru stood a short man with long mousy brown hair and thick bangs.
"Where are we?" Hotaru asked at the same time the short woman said, "Who are you? What's going on?"
"Is this some kind of joke?" The tall black-haired woman demanded, in a tone suggesting that her sense of humor was not much in use.
"Doesn't anyone know what's going on?" The tall man asked.
"All I know is that I was very tired last night and after studying for the MCAT in my dorm I passed out. I woke up here," Hotaru told him.
"What about you two?" He nodded to the other women.
"I was just making cookies. And then I don't know what happened," mused the mousy-haired one.
"Everything was normal when I went to bed," said the black-hired one. "What about you?"
"I was coming home late last night from a Fedie bust (I'm a Zion official). I was whacked over the head and here I am."
In another room, a short, muscular man with pointy hair lay on the floor breathing hard. Without warning large, circular blades slice at him through the air. He rolled Indiana Jones style out of the way. He landed near a hatch, which he quickly opened and crawled through into the room where the other four stood.
"What's going on here?!" he panted. "It looks like someone's pitiful attempt to try to kill me."
"None of us know what's going on," the tall blonde said. "I think we need to figure out what's going on. We should all tell our stories and figure out where we stand. So what about you, little man? How'd you end up here?"