Waking up after being positive I was going to die was an interesting and disorienting experience. I had no clue where I was, and was surprised to find out that I didn't hurt anywhere. Typically, a car crash leaves lasting effects that are quite obvious. Well, maybe that's why everything was so blurry. Wouldn't be surprised if I have a concussion, or even some brain hemorrhaging. It was a bad accident.

"Where the shit am I?" I said out loud.

Or, I tried to at least. Instead, it sounded like my vocal chords had been replaced by rubber duckies and I was gurgling some mouthwash.

Well, that can't be good.

I started to take stock of myself, and let me tell you, waking up when I expected to be dead had nothing on the next distressing revelation I had: I couldn't move….. well, anything!

Ok, that may not be completely accurate. I could move my fingers and kick my feet slightly. But my head felt like someone had filled it with lead. My neck wasn't strong enough to move it anywhere I wanted, and even where it was pointed, my eyes were shit at focusing on anything.

Unbidden tears began welling in my eyes, and I could feel the panic welling up from deep in my gut. I'm not one to normally cry, except from happiness, but it didn't seem that my body cared all that much. It continued to boil up until I could feel the tears spilling out of my eyes, and in some epic climax, I let out a… wail?

The noise coming from me was very distinct, something that no human would ever mistake. This realization caused me to panic even more. I was a damn baby!

I continued to lose my shit for what felt like hours, but, what the hell do I know, I'm a baby, right? Eventually, I heard footsteps that were heading my way. A glimmer of hope started to calm me down. Maybe I'd finally get some answers! The footsteps came ever closer, and, even though baby me couldn't see anything, 20-year-old-brain me knew that whoever it was was standing over me. I was proven correct when the face of a dark haired woman appeared out of nowhere, nearly bumping my nose, and absolutely startling the piss out of me.

I let out an admittedly adorable squeak. Though, I did my best to make sound like "Alright, asshole!"

Ok, here we go, tell me something lady! Where am I, what happened, why am I a fucking infant!

In my anticipation, her mouth seemed to be moving agonizingly slowly. Until it wasn't. And out of her mouth came the most bizarre language I'd ever heard. Not English.

Yeah, cue the wailing.

I was distraught, crying so hard I'm sure I was freaking the woman out. Nothing was going to calm me down, I was convinced I was going to just cry for the rest of my life. But then, something did manage to calm me down.

I don't know where it started, or if it even had a point of origin at all, but all of a sudden the most calming presence surrounded and filled me. My wail became a whimper, which itself soon became just a quivering bottom lip until eventually I was as serene as I was when I woke up. I don't know why I felt this way, but all of a sudden every part of me knew that everything was ok, that I was safe.

Before the feeling went away, everything around me seemed to sharpen. It wasn't back to my normal vision, mind you, but everything was definitely in sharper focus than is normal for a new baby. I also was able to slightly hold my head up and move it side to side. Yeah, not normal for a newborn.

Even though the reason for my abnormally good eyesight was unknown, it did afford me a much better look of my surroundings. I was in some kind of hyper advanced medical room. In fact, the only reason I knew it was a medical room was because of the white walls, the too-bright lights, and the constant beeping of the monitoring equipment. Those things are pretty consistent in any hospital.

Lining the walls was different kinds of equipment, with an assortment of flashing lights. Some had scrolling text and read outs that looked just as foreign as the language the lady spoke sounded.

Speaking of, said lady looked to be wearing some kind of uniform, maybe a nurse's. She was standing over my bed, which quite closely resembled the beds you'd see in a NICU waiting room. However, there didn't seem to be any equipment connected to me for the purpose recording my status.

The nurse checked some of the instruments, presumably lookin over my vitals, though I had no idea how anything was being recorded. Once she was satisfied, she gave a nod and, with some parting gibberish I still didn't understand, she left the room.

I continued to inspect my surroundings, but couldn't ascertain much else of my current situation. The lack of windows prevented me from making any sense about my location.

However, as I was looking around, I began to notice my vision start to blur again, as well as the comforting feeling that initially calmed me was receding. Panicking, I decided to make sure I didn't lose the calming feeling, and so I chose to focus on that. However, as I concentrated on the… well, whatever it was that was keeping me calm, I noticed my vision began to refocus. Huh. Nifty.

I didn't get much time to think about this, though, because I heard more footsteps heading in my direction. I noticed that this time there was more than one pair, and the second set of footsteps was much heavier than the nurse's.

I began to wonder what I was going to encounter next. But, man, I was not even remotely close to being ready for what walked in right behind the nurse.

Towering over the dark haired woman was a very tall, brown haired man with a well kempt short, thick beard, fully decked out in shiny armour. However, this wasn't some run of the mill armour. This man was wearing bright white, with black trim, Mandalorian armour. You know, like Jango Fett? Badass bounty hunter that should've gotten way more screen time or even a spin off? Yup, this guy had the unmistakable helmet tucked under his left arm, with a thigh holstered pistol on his right leg. No jet pack though. Regardless, it was a real life Mandalorian.

Still wasn't the most mind blowing thing about him though.

He had my face.

Literally the first story I've ever written. Obviously an SI. But go ahead and let me know what I can do better. I know the chapter is very short. I didn't like where I ended it, but if I had added Chapter 2 to it in one huge chapter it would have been to much at once, so I'm posting both chapters at the same time. Let me know, in a civilized way please, what you think I can improve on this. I'll have a longer AN at the end of chapter 2. Thanks guys!

-Teee-Jay