"...I'm not too sure myself. During that fight, I could've sworn I heard her voice in my head... But at the same time, my head was aching like hell." Zerenis said as he emerged from the cockpit of the Regen Duel.

"...People die, this is true. But it hurts a lot more when it's someone you view as a very close friend you lose." Zerenis said, shifting down towards the exit of the hangar.

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"I did say the light was coming to you. You're safe now. Feel free to sleep now if you need it. Your injuries won't heal themselves" Cronic's telepathic voice said in return to Izumi, as Cronic turned to look at Glitch, before nodding.

"Make it happen Glitch. We've got to catch up with the rest of the fleet. Maddox is going to be on Admiral Yamato's, and I suspect the Extended he left to die's shit lists, along with the lists of those who still live." Cronic said, and then heard Glitch's remark about Izumi.

"Glitch, right now it doesn't matter who she is. Right now she needs our help more than anything." Cronic said to him, as he turned to the helmsman.

"Set a course for the Colonial fleet. Someone's gonna get it in the neck for this, and my money's on Maddox."
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Mark set Izumi down on the stretcher the med team had bought with, and catching the Haro, before placing it on her chest, putting her arms around the Haro to keep it in place during transit to the med bay, and the team left the hangar soon after.

Calthorn exited what was left of the Wraith, spiking his helmet against the inside of the cockpit. Right now anyone could tell he was clearly pissed off at just about everything. But most importantly; Maddox's decision to go straight into a skirmish against an enemy they knew little about, save for the fact that they had automated mobile suit units.