After everyone had left his room, Kiyoshi laid in the hospital bed, staring long at the ceiling. At this moment nothing else really mattered to him. He found himself content. Then all of this changed. The sudden pressure on his mind snapped him out of his daze. Turning to look in the direction where he felt the presence, he could only assume one thing. Anubis had come back for more.
Pushing the sheet off of his body, he stepped out of bed. Picking up his sunglasses off of the nightstand, he put them over his eyes, and made his way towards the door. Yet, it did not open. He guessed that the sensor had been locked so that he could not leave the room. He was an injured patient after all. His fingers grasped around the outside edge of a small panel near the door. Pulling gently, the panel came off, revealing several wires. Using his knowledge of mechanical systems, he took two wires, and with a small spark, the door gave off a tiny ding, then the doors slid open.
If Anubis was back, he was the only one that could stand up against him. Though, the Epsilon was badly damaged, it would just have to do, or until he could make it back to Einhardt R&D and switch out with something else. First objective though, he had to find his shirt.
He looked up and down the hallway, he didn't know the layout of this ship, nor the security measures. It wasn't the fact that he wanted the shirt. It was what was in his pocket that was important to him. As he slowly stalked down the hallway, he regretted the fact that he was trying to leave. Here he had once again found the one person he cared about, by what seemed like chance, and now he was trying to sneak out and go fight his "brother".
He shuddered for a moment, not because of the cold. He couldn't believe he had actually, unknowingly accepted the fact that Anubis could be his "brother", or at least a derivative of the same project that created himself. That made it even more his responsibility to stop him.
Finding a terminal, he accessed the ships layout finding the laundry room, and made his way there. Peeking in the doorway, he saw that there were two crewmen in there. He walked up behind the nearest one, not making a sound. Tapping him on the shoulder, the man turned around and then looked in surprise, but was soon on the floor with a fist to the face from Kiyoshi. As the body dropped to the ground, the other crewman turned to see what happened, but soon was also out on the floor, by a kick to the face. "Forgive me," was all that Kiyoshi said as he walked towards a hangar that had his uniform's shirt hanging on it. Taking it down, he buttoned it up, but did not tuck it in. Reaching into the pocket he found the picture of him and Lori, and the rest of his friends. He let out a sigh of regret.
His next stop was the hangar. Even though there were several close calls to being seen, he had made it easily to the hangar. There the Epsilon looked horrible. It was badly damaged and on all fours like she was in horrible pain. Climbing into the cockpit, he strapped himself in. "Let's just hope you'll start..." he said softly.
Flipping a few switches, and trying to activate it, nothing seemed to happen. He could feel the presence coming closer, in anger he hit one of the control panels, the two screens to the side of him started up, displaying his surroundings. Kiyoshi blinked for a moment, but refocused quickly, closing the cockpit hatch, the third screen in front of him, was also working.
Working the controls gently, the mechanics of the Gundam began to moan and whine, painful noises, as it stood to it's feet. Finally, the blue eyes of the Gundam, flashed on. He walked the Epsilon over to where the manual hangar door release was, grasped it with the working left hand, spinning the mechanism around until the door was open enough for him to exit. Finally, he opened a comm. link up to the bridge.
I'm sorry. I have to leave again. I'll be alright, and I'll return soon.
He gave a reassuring smile, before he closed the comm. link. Stepping forward, he hoped the verniers would fire, now that they had had time to cool down. Stepping down on the pedals, the verniers ignited, but not as powerful as usual, but still enough to send the Epsilon out of the hangar of the ship.
His eyes targeted the incoming object as soon as he was in the sky, and even as the Epsilon dropped altitude, sparks flying out of crevices in the suits armor, he drew the beam saber, ready to fight.

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