(Assuming Citadel. Because it hurts me head too much to figure out where you two are at.)
As if to make the statement about the power armor all the more truer, an alert of some sort would go out, about an unknown object flying at the Citadel. The object would be marked as unknown.
Blood and bloody ashes! This could not have come at a worst time for him, for he had been fighting an enemy that he had no name for, as of that battle. Now? He was floating through space, and was drawn towards the Citadel thanks to the sheer force of its gravity.
How he got there, he didn’t really know. But his nanosuit was what was keeping him alive, sealing out the atmosphere of space outside of his suit and keeping him nice and snug. Well, inasmuch as snug as possible with a leaking wound inside the suit, but his nanobots would be working on fixing that, if not already.
He had to go over what happened in his mind several times before it made sense. Somehow… something happened. Somebody used Power. And whatever that was, threw me into space. And that planet I’m near, I do nae recognize… it’s not on my map of known worlds…
As the realization that he might just be well and truly fucked sank in, he laid back as much as possible while floating at the velocity he was at and hoping to hell he survives.