A set of eyes half-open. Two halves of a set of dark green eyes are revealed. A bit of effort is needed, but the figure lifts itself off a cold floor. Casually, it brushes bits of sand off its clothing, as its eyes adjust to the darkness surrounding him. How long has he been here is the first thing to creep into his mind. His body feels weak and unused, so he assumes that it's been a month at least. His right hand rises, each finger curling in and out as those eyes gaze at them. It almost feels as though he's been -dead-...
A small chuckle escapes his lips at that thought. The figure stretches, feeling his strength returning with each passing moment. "I'm bored..." He says to himself, "What should I -do-?" No one answers of course, but the reponse comes to him rather quickly thereafter. He needs to get into a high possition. Perhaps join a group, a crew, a battalion...something that would set him on the right path. "Hmm...maybe I can get some help from -his- old friend...Yes..." The figure starts walking, loud metalic sounds echoing everywhere with each footstep, "First I will locate the gear...then I will find him..."