Reader beware: You're undoubtedly about to get very confused. Don't worry, eventually it will all come together and make sense. For now keep in mind that only a few seconds have passed and this is the transformation that has taken place.

I groaned a little when I finally came around. It felt like I'd been out for ages. What the hell had happened to me? The last thing I could remember was that we were about to put in at Port Royal for repairs when we'd experienced extreme turbulence and...that was all I could remember...
I was so disoriented it took me a minute to realize that I was holding something in my hand. Interestingly enough it was another person's hand, and as I looked up I realized that it belonged to Raiden, the unconscious form in the seat next to me, across the aisle. I immediately dropped it, disgusted. Had I actually touched him? It was lucky he'd been unconscious, otherwise...I didn't even want to think what he would've done if he'd woken up first.
As I looked around I began to realize we were drifting. Even our pilot, Adelaide, was still unconscious. I unbuckled my restraints and went up to the controls, checking our coordinates, shoving the blonde sorry excuse for a pilot out of my way roughly. It wasn't everyday I got a chance to rough up my fellow shipmates. But at the moment anything trivial was soon forgotten. We were a whole week from Port Royal at top speed. Not only that but we'd lost a year and a half of time. I swore. It wasn't like this was the first time a large chunk of my life had gone down the tubes without a trace, but I'd never lost this much time before. Hell, I'd be turning twenty before I knew it. At that moment I was almost mad enough to kill as I let my fist bang down on the control panel, my teeth clenched. I was getting awful sick of waking up in places and times that I shouldn't be in by any stretch of the imagination. And to top things off, it was at that moment that I was attacked from behind. An arm came around me, tightening at my throat while the end of a gun was placed to my temple.
"Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us. How did you get here? What did you do to us?" Raiden. Of course it was Raiden, none of the others could've used such stealth that I wouldn't have heard them approaching from behind. And none of the others, none of the other guys at least, would've been quite as irritating as Raid could be when he had me at his mercy.
"I'll kill you Raiden, I swear to God," I choked out, my windpipe slowly being crushed by his restraining arm.
"How did you get here?" He pressed the gun harder against my temple, hurting me badly but I wouldn't let him know it.
"We were putting in at Port Royal, that's the last thing I remember."
"That was over a year ago, we woke up and did a whole mission since then minus you. Where were you?"
"I don't know, I don't remember anything after Port Royal. I just woke up next to you."
"You woke up next to me huh? Well you better start planning to wake up next to me more often if you want to survive this little encounter, get my meaning?" As he threatened me he was grinding his hips against my lower back, nearly crushing my stomach against the control panel with his weight. I tried to laugh to spite him.
"Is that a toothpick in your pocket Raid or are you just happy to see me?" I asked him, really getting myself into trouble then. He spun around, taking me with him and tossing me hard to the floor. I hit my head against one of the seats with a loud crack before he kicked me in the ribs and knocked the air completely out of me. I curled up into a ball, unable to breathe or think. I was seeing stars in front of my eyes and felt the sudden urge to throw up. I managed to keep it down, unaware that the others were slowly coming around in their seats. Oh yes, it was good to be back. In spite of losing large portions of my memory in all honesty there were times like that when I wished I could simply disappear forever. There couldn't be anything in the universe more hellish than living on that ship with that crew. At times I wondered how I'd gotten mixed up with any of them in the first place.
I rolled over, briefly seeing Raiden standing over me, his grip slack on the gun in his left hand. He was laughing at me.
"Don't you get it Jade? You'll always be my bitch. If you would just stop fighting it there's no reason why we couldn't get along." I spat blood on his black combat boots.
"The name's Mace." I said certainly before passing out once again into nothingness.