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He didn't stick the landing.
Of that he was really, really super aware. Beyond aware, more into the realm of "I know this for certain" only not as articulately because wow, everything moves around a lot when you crash your car, he thought. Wait- No, everything wasn't moving. Everything was still. His eyes were moving; his head was making his eyes think they were moving.
His mouth tasted so gross, like when you suck on a penny or lick a doorknob. Not that he does that anymore! He grew out of that years ago.
Everything felt heavy, like when his armor got rebooted. He didn't have to hold his breath; a little green light blinked on the screen in front of his face and he remembered dimly that when that light blinked it meant he could breathe. So he did that a few times and felt a little bit better. Not so moving-around, a lot less of that.
What was he doing again?
He drove a car off the cliff. In his defense, the cliff didn't exactly give him any warning before jumping up right in the middle of his path, which was kind of rude on nature's part.
What else?
The Reds were yelling at him but they were always yelling at people, that was nothing new. They were very loud, very angry people sometimes, but that probably just came with being a Red. Especially with being Red Sergeant. He did the most yelling out of everybody.
There was something else.
Church's body!
With a great wrench and a creak of armor he rose to his feet. Wobbled. Sat back down, ohhhh, that was such a bad idea, and everything hurt all over again. Something behind him was on fire.
Oh, it was just the car. That made sense, since he drove it off a cliff and all.
There was another something else.
That thing! That thing that was so important that Church went to help keep it safe! No no no, what if that was on fire-
He drove himself to his feet, grabbed the frame of the burning Warthog and heaved. It flipped onto ruined tires, bounced on the remaining suspension. There was nothing inside. Was it underneath?
He grabbed the frame and shoved and the car flipped back onto its side- There. The storage unit. That purple thing that looks kind of like a really big eggplant, and inside of it was...Epsilon...? Washington had told them so much stuff he couldn't quite keep all of it straight in his head, but that could be because he was pretty sure his ears were bleeding his thoughts because there was warm stuff trickling down his neck from them. Hahahaha, bleeding thoughts. Hahaha- No that's not funny. He needed those.
Keep it safe.
Caboose tucked the storage unit into his arms, turned away from the ruined Warthog, and began to walk.