"No! N-n-no!" Noboru jerked his arms spasmodically, desperately trying to turn his armor around, to head back to the surface, to do whatever was necessary to save his troops, his bretheren, his brothers and sisters.
Try as he might, the armor wouldn't budge. It was useless; he was bound to a course and couldn't move or shift a single centimetre.
Whoosh. Stabilizers flicked to life as the uncontrollable armor entered a holding pattern around the mission zone.
"DAMN!" Noboru attempted one last time to move his armor, but to no avail; the metal cage wouldn't give the Recruit-turned-pseudo-traitor an inch of yield; instead it only tightened its leash, absolutely and vehemently denying every attempt Noboru made to return the Tenshi to his control.
Instead, it exited the atmosphere and headed for the Vanguard. Tired, but not ready to give up yet, Noboru continued to jerk feebly at the controls of the stony Tenshi, attempting to redirect his course again.
"Gods be condemned, I hate this situation!" Noboru still couldn't move the armor despite putting all of his strength into it.
Thud-thud. Feet uncontrolled by the Tenshi's passenger touched down on the flight deck. Noboru looked at the bay, empty beside his dirty Tenshi, his prison cage, his-
The chest cavity promptly opened, and out fell Noboru. Flustered, he managed to stumble over to his locker and pull on his uniform. He tossed the Xazer to the side, across the bay, and buried his uncovered face in his hands, curled against the wall of the hangar. He smashed his head against the side as hard as he could. The pain didn't do anything but make him feel worse, so he went back to just sitting against the bulkhead, near tears.