John Rowe – Chapter 5
"Aftermath"
Azrael Celest hit the restraint release and let out a sigh as he pushed himself out of his GINN's cockpit, he floated out into a riot of noise and sparks as the tech's hurried to get the ship's mobile suits back into working condition, no one was sure when the next battle would be and they wanted to be prepared, he spun mid-air and floated there, looking sorrowfully at the damage his mobile suit had sustained. He spun as a shout went up among the hanger crew and a warning claxon resounded throughout the ship "Attention, all crew in the hanger take cover, prepare for a crash landing…deploy crash netting and have fire crews of standby". The reaction was immediate and men and women dived for cover as a heavily damaged GINN burst into the hanger, all attempts at control lost as the unit slowly stopped responding…the crashed netting caught the GINN and seemed to hold it before snapping and letting the suit stumble and slide to a grinding halt along the back wall, Fire crews reacted immediately, pushing themselves forward and dousing any flames with a thick white substance, were the units armaments to go off in this hanger would mean the destruction of the entire ship!
Azrael pushed himself off a wall and let his momentum carry him over to the damaged GINN…it was heavily damaged with a gaping hole in it's stabilizers and most of it's original paint burned off by explosions and near misses. Medical crew snapped open the units cockpit and pulled a pilot from the wreckage…Azrael swore and pushed past onlookers as they removed Vega's shattered helmet…blood ran freely from his forehead yet there was a twisted smile on his face and he turned his head to face Azrael, in a weak voice he spoke "Those fuckers, they had nothing on me... We killed them, as much as we could.. Azrael.. lets kill again.." He let out a bitter laugh before slipping into unconsciousness. One of the medical crew examined the battered ZAFT elite…"It's not as bad as it looks sir…maybe a mild concussion and a fractured arm, give him a week and he should be right….at least….physically" Azrael glared at the orderly as he bit off the last few words "Just take him to the medical bay, make him comfortable and I will go and report to the captain…..look after him.." With that Azrael turned and pushed himself off, letting his momentum carry him into the hallway."