He thinks there's more of the building collapsing around him, but the bellow of a familiar voice jars the memory loop.

The jet goes still, cooling system running hard and rough, engines finally slowing to a soft whine. His vocalizer is staticky and rough, barely discernible, issuing what sounds like a garbled plea for help.

Another shudder of fear and he tries again to engage his t-cog, the malfunction persistent, wings twitching in frustration followed by another keen of distress.

But there's someone here, someone to rescue him? Because some had rescued him! Back then at Helix...

"...._Axe?"