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Char Aznable should be dead.
When he wakes up in the flickering light of the...lab?...he knows this. No matter what miracle Amuro had managed (yet again), there was no way either of them could have survived even an aborted atmospheric re-entry.
When he staggers out along the darkened corridor, he becomes a little less sure - perhaps he had somehow been retrieved and captured alive. This place didn't look like a Feddie prison, though. Corrupt as they were, you still can't walk out of their prisons when you're a war criminal - not without a lawyer.
When he reaches the outside, though, and sees a mobile suit he hasn't seen for fifteen years, he does what most people seem to do in that situation.
"My Zaku II? It can't be..." he says, making his way toward the cockpit out of lack of anything better to do...the oppressive feeling of danger was another impetus, of course.
The startup sequence flows directly from his muscle memory, far simpler and - to put it another way - juvenile than any he had used recently. "It's almost like reliving my childhood...the better parts of it, anyway," he says to himself.
With a smirk, he brings the Zaku's main camera to glowing life, sweeping around the area to determine just what, exactly, the hell is going on.
When he wakes up in the flickering light of the...lab?...he knows this. No matter what miracle Amuro had managed (yet again), there was no way either of them could have survived even an aborted atmospheric re-entry.
When he staggers out along the darkened corridor, he becomes a little less sure - perhaps he had somehow been retrieved and captured alive. This place didn't look like a Feddie prison, though. Corrupt as they were, you still can't walk out of their prisons when you're a war criminal - not without a lawyer.
When he reaches the outside, though, and sees a mobile suit he hasn't seen for fifteen years, he does what most people seem to do in that situation.
"My Zaku II? It can't be..." he says, making his way toward the cockpit out of lack of anything better to do...the oppressive feeling of danger was another impetus, of course.
The startup sequence flows directly from his muscle memory, far simpler and - to put it another way - juvenile than any he had used recently. "It's almost like reliving my childhood...the better parts of it, anyway," he says to himself.
With a smirk, he brings the Zaku's main camera to glowing life, sweeping around the area to determine just what, exactly, the hell is going on.