Jooker stayed in his seat, secured by all the strappings. His head lulled about tipped right, as this was the direction the derelict craft tilted. The primary assault rifle had fallen from his grip, now resting flat upon the ground just outside the shuttles interior. He drooled a little from inside his closed mask; it simply could not be helped. 

In his head, a fevered dream swept by, carrying a torrent of memories, at a sickening pace. Jooker remembered being held down and spit at as his lunch from "home" was stomped on, and he remembered hitting one of the offenders over the head with a rock. He remembered her embrace, her dark hair nuzzled into his right pectoral, she smelled so nice. He saw the light as cybernetics where quickly cut into his body, little robotic arms moving about his form. Falling, re entering gravity, pushed up against the webbing of the seat going planet side. Dashing into the night as rounds streaked overhead. His friend stumbling towards him, his left eye gone, horribly torn up, Jooker held him shaking.  

Consciousness crept back into Jooker and he lurched his head up. "Eugggghhh...", he felt sick.