One moment it's the pelican crash- all soot and burning fuel and broken bodies- the next there's an oddly melodic PING and he's-
Somewhere else.
A military base, that much he's pretty sure on. Somewhere with barracks and plenty of nooks and crannies to hide in. York staggers to his feet, massaging away the ache in his bad eye as he starts looking for high ground. Somewhere these shadows can't claw at his ankles to drag him down. The architecture is just unfamiliar enough that muscle memory taking over leads him to high ramps and weird crosswalks instead of, well. Sickbay or a command room. He only twigs to it being NOT UNSC when he hears someone else calling. "Yeah?"
A beat, he sticks his head out a door into what looks like open air. "How the hell do you get around in this place?"
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Somewhere else.
A military base, that much he's pretty sure on. Somewhere with barracks and plenty of nooks and crannies to hide in. York staggers to his feet, massaging away the ache in his bad eye as he starts looking for high ground. Somewhere these shadows can't claw at his ankles to drag him down. The architecture is just unfamiliar enough that muscle memory taking over leads him to high ramps and weird crosswalks instead of, well. Sickbay or a command room. He only twigs to it being NOT UNSC when he hears someone else calling. "Yeah?"
A beat, he sticks his head out a door into what looks like open air. "How the hell do you get around in this place?"