I feel a sudden rush of heat, a burst of consciousness, the feeling of my legs and arms returning to me. I squint through the bright light, breath returning to my lungs. Shadowy, blurry figures manifest themselves in front of me, chattering amongst themselves. As I regain my senses, the figures begin to take shape, a pair of scientists, inquisitively scanning me. "Wh...who...whe-where am I?" I stutter, catching my breath.
"You're in a Federation rehabilitation facility, please stay calm, we're thawing you out of cryostasis" replies a rough voice, one of the scientists, a squat man with a bushy upper lip and receding hairline, "I must say however, you are recovering at an exceptional rate my hardy fellow, but please remain calm."
"Calm...aye, calm...what year is it? did we win? where are my squadmates!?" I ask, finding my blood rushing all of sudden, scared and seemingly alone in this new world, I can't help but begin to panic.
"Please Commander Suts! We will tell you all we can once we are sure you've thawed out safely! Please remain calm and patient whilst we conduct our inspection of your health!" replies the same man, holding out his hands in an attempt to keep me at ease.
"Y-yes...ofcourse, you're right..."

Months passed and I made a full recovery, orientation and physical rehabilitation went smoothly, but wasn't without it's share of conflict with fellow patients, like that damn asshole Brent, always got the last chocolate pudding in the cafeteria.
I found out, thanks to the Federation's expansive databases, that some of my former squad-mates of Tengu survived the war, and were recovering out of cryostasis at other facilities. The outcome of said war, or even what war it was, is lost to the history books however.
With a small loan and now a member of the Pilots Federation, I have now since linked up with my comrades, leaving Federation space and joining the Empire under service of the Princess Aisling Duval. I now make a living the same way I did long ago. In the heat of combat, the thrill of the kill keeping me going, every paycheck possibly being my last, hunting the scum of the galaxy and enemies of my lady. Here's hoping you don't end up in my sights.