A quick survey tells you that you are in a private hospital room, probably civilian from the decor. While you don't see any bandages, casts, or other signs of current injury, you feel pretty weak. It is another few seconds before you realize you can't see from both eyes, a touch confirms that your right eye is covered by medical gauze. Before you can further explore there is a knock at the door, and several persons enter, by their dress and manner you detirmine that they are medical personel. As the door closes after them you see four heavily armed and very alert guards standing outside your room.
The oldest looking man in the group speaks, "Good evening captain Lind, I hope you're feeling better?"
"I suppose, how long have I been out?"
The doctor pulls up a nearby holo-display, "About four months, you were in extremely poor shape when they brought you in. Though I think the manner of your arrival may have been more shocking, I didn't know that a Federal battleship could even make planetfall."
"What?"
"Oh yes, they couldn't get anything else with enough range, so they loaded you onto the Ares. Thirteen kilometers of warship silently hovering over the mons was rather terrifying." The doctor shuts the display down and turns to one of the nurses, "George, get the captain something to eat and drink, would you? And I think we can dispense with the i.v."
The nurse walks briskly to the door and exits, one of the others quickly and efficiently removes the i.v. from your arm, the soreness starts immediately.
"Now then captain, are you feeling well enough for a visitor? There are several very highly ranked and imposing men here to talk to you, I can tell them to wait or we can space out the meetings however you like. They've been trying to apply pressure to us to wake you up so they can get their questions answered, but Olympus Mons bows to no force."
Mission: unknown
Status: Healthy, but weak
Reaver: unknown
Location: private room, 101st floor, Olympus Mons Federal hospital