BOOM!
That's all he heard above his screams. The explosion seared across his body, ripping skin from meat, meat from bone, bone from joint, and burning everything that came undone to a crisp. Then, as quickly as it started, it was over. Nothing but the calm outreaches of space.
His body was too numbed to notice the lack of oxygen in his lungs. The closest thing was his light-headedness. It relaxed him, somehow. He felt peace.
His vision faded. He was dying. And yet, he was happy to go. He had a good run, but everything was over and done with now...
Or, so he thought.
He didn't notice the invisible force tugging him from the wreckage, or the lack of stillness around him. After all, with all of their senses gone, how could one hope to?
He closed his eyes, resigned to his assumed fate.
"Not yet" His eyes snapped open. "Your job is not finished yet. No rest until it is done!" He grew fearful. "Please, master!", he begged, but he was unable to finish his thought. Blood spurted from his mouth as he was thrown towards a planet. The contact with it's surface knocked the wind out of him.
"Bring me back", the voice hissed, "Until then, you are not permitted to die!" With that, he was left alone, staring up at a cruel, bright blue sky, and feeling his senses restore themselves.