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He awoke slowly, taking in the soft beeps and faint thrum of engines around him. They’d been disconcerting when his team was first stationed on the Minerva, but he’d gotten used to them, just like he’d – no, that couldn’t be right. The Minerva had gone down on the moon. And the moon was gone, so he had to be on another ship. He’d be able to figure it out if his head would stop hurting; he hadn’t felt this groggy since Neo-Genesis, when the Destiny had been shot down –
He’d been shot down.
The fight over Zokoz II came back to him in a flash. He struggled to sit up, but it was hard enough just to open his eyes in the bright medbay, and one of his arms was wrapped in some sort of plaster, making it awkward just to scramble just to angle himself slightly upright against the pillow. “What happened?” he choked, his voice coming out hoarse with disuse.
He’d been shot down.
The fight over Zokoz II came back to him in a flash. He struggled to sit up, but it was hard enough just to open his eyes in the bright medbay, and one of his arms was wrapped in some sort of plaster, making it awkward just to scramble just to angle himself slightly upright against the pillow. “What happened?” he choked, his voice coming out hoarse with disuse.
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Dropping down into a chair, Yzak looked up at the 'ceiling'. "I just hope those things don't decide to pay us another visit any time soon."
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He paused, and then put a hand annoyedly to his forehead. "The trip back wasn't exactly pleasant, either." Having to squeeze into a craft next to Kira Yamato of all people, Shinn's speedy, almost reckless driving, the annoying, seemingly malfunctioning radio that kept switching tunes...
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