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Return of the Draaygo

Post by DraaygoRiinuuk » 2012-04-21 20:11

(OOC Note: This thread is Open-ish. If you're interested in posting as well, send me a message and we'll find a way to work you in... Bow Chicka Bow Wow...)

Electrical sparks pierced through the darkness of a mostly dead bridge, lit only by emergency lighting. There was rubble and scrap strewn throughout, and half of the stations were damaged and inoperable, some were missing entirely. The remaining stations were damaged as well, but they worked, although only a few were actually manned at this moment.

The crew looked just as haggard and broken as the ship they were aboard. They were battered, bruised, and looked as if they had just been released from the infirmary. Despite this they all seemed fairly cheerful, some were even smiling. They had every right to be happy. They were finally going home after months on the outer edges of the galaxy.

Standing at the front of the bridge an arm's length away from where the transparisteel viewport used to be, it had been blown out and was now covered by a durasteel plate to keep the atmosphere in, was a man in dark contrast to the rest of the crew. Instead of the cheeriness of the rest of his crew, he wore a frown as he looked "out" through the "viewport" silently. He was beaten up worse then any of the rest. His uniform was tattered and hung loosely upon him, barely noticeable as once being a Federation Captain's uniform. Through the holes and tears you could see old, bloodstained bandages. He leaned on a crutch made from an old guardrail, as his left leg was missing from the thigh on down.

Even though he couldn't see through the steel plate in place of the viewport, he knew that just outside was the brilliance of hyperspace, and it was an old habit of his to watch the starlines go by as he traveled. It usually soothed him, but just imagining the tranquility of hyperspace wasn't the same. He sighed restlessly and looked down at his broken body. It seemed that lately every time he left home he lost more of himself. What made it worse was that this time his crew and ship had been beaten alongside him. They had completed their mission, but the Apocalypse had received significant damage, and he had lost a lot of crew members.

Suddenly an alarm went off on the bridge. Even though it was fairly distorted, the war-torn man knew it was the alarm telling them the ship was about to exit hyperspace. He turned around toward his crew.


"We're cahk approaching cahk Yag'dhul, sir," a young officer said from the pit below. He had a bandage over half his face, but wore a smile like the others. The captain couldn't be any more proud of his crew at this moment. They were all injured but were still working dutifully and without any complaints.

He smiled at the young man.
"Thank you, Ensign," he said and slowly made his way to his command chair and sat down. The ship shook as it left hyperspace and the entire crew began to cheer, even the captain managed a smile.

"Welcome home, men," he said and entered a few commands into his chair.

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A lone, heavily damaged Devastator-class Star Destroyer emerged from hyperspace within the Yag'dhul system. Immediately inquiries were sent to it regarding it's designation and purpose, but there was no response. Just as several ships were sent to intercept it, a lone TIE Scout exited the hangar and began broadcasting a signal.

"This is Grey two of the NIFSS Apocalypse. We were badly damaged while carrying out our mission and our communication system was damaged beyond repair. We are requesting permission to dock and have our injured personnel transferred to any available medical facilities."

After a long pause another voice came online. "Permission granted, Grey Two," it said. "Sending you the docking path for Dock 4B. Welcome home." Then there was silence again as the scout returned to the Apocalypse and relayed the message to it's captain.

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"Captain Riinuuk," the same bandaged ensign called up to the man sitting in the command chair. "We have permission to dock with Yag'dhul Yard 4B."

"Good," Draaygo said and looked down at the young man. "Have all our injured prepped and ready to be transported planet side. I want them in proper medical facilities as soon as possible. As soon as they are all away, the rest of you can leave at your leisure and take some well deserved leave. I will see you all in a few weeks."

After a few more cheers and light conversation Draygo waited for the last crew member to leave the bridge before he left as well. He slowly made it to his quarters and picked up his pre-packed luggage. The Apocalypse would be in the repair dock for a while and until he was able to return, he would be stationed elsewhere. He wouldn't be "home" again for some time, so he made one last look around before heading down to Yag'dhul himself. He had some paperwork and a debriefing to finish, plus a mission to see through to the end.

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Draaygo entered the hangar and looked upon the Wirrwarr. It had received some damage just like the everything else that had went on this mission, but it was still flight worthy. As he approached it a man exited the ramp and made his way towards Draaygo. He must have heard me clanking about a klick away, Draaygo thought and looked down at his makeshift cane.

The man was just a little shorter than him and slightly more muscular. He had dark skin, brown eyes, and flaming orange hair. He wore a nondescript, black Federation uniform and saluted Draaygo as he walked past the man.


"Captain," the man said as he caught up to Draaygo. "The prisoner has been secured aboard. There will be a few agents waiting for us when we land, and once he is transferred into their custody, your mission will be complete. Once again, the ISIS is thankful for your help in this matter."

"I'm sure it is," Draaygo said carelessly. "I don't suppose you're going to tell me exactly which branch in ISIS you work for, Jenth? Now that it's over and I've jumped through all your hoops."

"Sorry, Captain, but no. I wish I could, especially after all the sacrifices you and your crew have made. You'll just have to trust that your contributions haven't gone unnoticed by some powerful people."

"Oh well, lets finish this," Draaygo said as he boarded the Wirrwarr. The ship was already ready to fly out, so all he needed to do was sit and begin the short trip to the station where the ISIS had directed him to take the prisoner once he had been captured. The station was one of many that orbited over Yag'dhul set up as a transfer station for the many cargo freighters that serviced the shipyards. It was open to the public and had a few amenities for any crew wishing for a quick rest before moving on to their next destination.

They landed in one of the bays without incident. Jenth made a quick call and seconds later a group of agents dressed similar to him entered the bay. Draaygo got up and met them at the bottom of the ramp. Jenth came up behind him with the prisoner, still heavily sedated and lying on a hoverbed.


"Good to have you back, Agent Jenth, and nice to see you as well, Captain Riinuuk," one of the new arrivals, a tall pale woman, said as she handed Draaygo a datapad. It contained the few documents necessary for a covert prisoner transfer like this. He signed it and handed the datapad back to the woman. She smiled then motioned for Jenth to follow her. As they all left with the prisoner in tow, Jenth turned around.

"Farewell, Captain. I hope we can work together again some day," he said, and then they were all gone.

Draaygo had to admit he was a little disappointed. He had a small hope that maybe Crystala might have been there to see the prisoner transfer personally. It would have been nice to see her, considering it had been almost two months since he had left for the outskirts of the galaxy to hunt down some rogue ex-ISIS data analyst. He wasn't sure what was so special about the man, but the Emperor himself had signed the orders sending Draaygo out with Jenth to go find the man. Odds were good the poor man had come across some information he would have been better off never seeing, and now the Emperor wanted him.

Draaygo shrugged and went back to his ship. It was finally over, for now. Tomorrow he had a short debriefing to go through, then he would be off duty for a while. He looked at his stump of a left leg. Taking care of that would be one of the first things he did when he got the chance. Now it was time to head to the closest thing to home he had other than the Apocalypse.

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The Wirrwarr landed in a small port close to the house he rented on Yag'dhul. It wasn't much, but it was a place to rest when he was off duty. It was a small, spartan house with not much to it. He preferred to stay aboard the Apocalypse and only used the house when it was docked for repair or maintenance. He set his bags down next to the door and then lay down on the couch. It had been a long time since he could take the time to really rest, so he just lay there, not worrying about anything.
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Re: Return of the Draaygo

Post by DraaygoRiinuuk » 2013-04-23 01:09

Two Months Prior
A low buzzing sound interrupted the otherwise quiet darkness of the small bedroom. The lights in the room automatically started to slowly turn on, dim at first to allow the sleeping man's eyes to adjust. Not that it mattered, because the robotic eyes of the scarred man slowly stirring awake could see even in the what used to be pitch black room. He sat up in his bed and lightly coughed to clear his throat.

"Yes," he said drowsily, trying to hide the anger and impatience he felt. He hated late night calls. Even if they did manage to interrupt his nightmares, which he was actually kind of grateful for. "This is Captain Riinuuk, go ahead."

"Captain Riinuuk, there's a man from ISIS here to see you. He says he needs to speak with you immediately. I told him to wait for you in conference room three," came the disciplined even toned voice of Captain Krunch. Draaygo let out a low sigh. It seemed that he was done sleeping for the night.

"Alright, tell him I'll be there shortly. Thank you, Captain," he said as he got out of his bed and began to quickly get his uniform on. He hurriedly combed his hair and left for the conference room. He wasn't sure what it was about, but he had a good working relationship with ISIS and if they needed something, he was glad to help.

The conference room was the closest to his quarters, so it didn't take him long to get there. As he entered he noticed a lone man standing next to the head of the conference table. The fact that he wore a plain Federation uniform devoid of rank or insignia almost immediately identified him as a high level ISIS agent.
Funny how the lack of identification actually somewhat identifies him, Draaygo thought and restrained a smile. The man's dark skin and contrasting fiery orange hair would make him stand out in a crowd, which in itself contrasted his occupation. Draaygo was already intrigued by the man and they hadn't even really met.

"Captain Riinuuk, thank you for meeting me," The man said as he approached, extending his hand.

"Of course. How can I help you...?" he inquired expectantly as he shook the agents hand, waiting for the man to introduce himself.

"Just call me,Jenth," he said and handed Draaygo a datapad. He then hit a button on his own and a picture of a haggard looking middle aged man appeared on the screen behind him. "This" he said pointing to the man on the screen, "is Charles Sykes. I have orders to catch this man and deliver him back into ISIS custody. I have been given permission to requisition you and the Apocalypse for this mission. You and your crew will be helping me locate, capture, and return Mr. Sykes. He was a hacker and data analyst for IntOrg up until about a week ago. At which point he stole several million credits worth from black ops accounts and went into hiding. Our latest intelligence has him heading through Gannaria in the Trilon Sector on his way out to the Unknown Regions. We think he enlisted a spice smuggling ship there, but we lost him after they jumped into that unknown space."

Draaygo followed along with the briefing from the datapad Jenth had given him. It described the details of the mission pretty well and even offered an approximation of Sykes movements since entering hiding. It seemed like a pretty straightforward mission, which made him believe it wouldn't be anything but. This man had managed to evade ISIS for several days and then managed to disappear entirely. Anyone this resourceful would be hard to find, much less catch. Add to that the fact the man was rich thanks to the funds he had stolen, which hinted even more to his genius. No, this would be a difficult mission indeed, especially given that they had to venture into the Unknown Regions to retrieve this man.

“Alright, Agent Jenth, my ship, my crew, and I am at your service. Unless you have any objections, we'll leave in two hours. I'll meet you on the bridge at 0600,” he said and Jenth nodded in approval.

“That will be fine Captain,” he said, turning off the screen behind him.

“Alright, Captain Krunch will assign you some temporary quarters. Speak to him and he'll give you an escort to where they are. Get set up, and then we'll speak again when we meet on the bridge,” he said as he sent Captain Krunch a quick message to get some temporary living quarters set up for the man. He got up, briefly saluted the agent, and then left the meeting to head back to his quarters and more thoroughly prepare for the day, including a quick shower, some food, and short review of any messages he had received in his sleep.

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Present Time

Draaygo shot up from his sofa, and immediately cringed in pain and fell right back down. He must have fallen asleep as he lay down relaxing for the first time in forever. He looked down at his bandaged abdomen and chest. A very small amount of blood was starting to be seen through the bandages, apparently when he shot up he had reopened some of the wounds he had suffered. He hadn't gone to the hospital like the rest of his men, thinking that his wounds were mostly handled and he just needed to rest so it would have been pointless. Unfortunately his recent stupidity made that trip necessary now. Slowly he got up, and with the assistance of his crutch, made his way to his landspeeder and headed for the nearest hospital. They had been informed previously to expect some personnel from the Apocalypse and had treated him in the past so it didn't take long for him to see a doctor and get treated. It wasn't to serious so at his insistence they just cleaned him up, applied some bacta patches and rebandaged him up. They gave him a better, more standard crutch, as the one he had been using was a makeshift one they had made on the ship, and on his way out he made an appointment for the next day to get a prosthetic for his missing leg. It would be after his debriefing, so he would have to keep using a crutch for a little while longer.

“Now take it easy, for once,” said the cute, young nurse assisting him on his way out. “You're starting to get a reputation and I'm sick of hearing the doctors grumble about having to keep patching you up.”

Draaygo looked at her mock-stern face and hung his head in embarrassment. ”Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, trying to hide his face as he started to blush. “I'll try to be more careful, miss.”

Draaygo slowly made his way to his speeder. “You aren't going to drive yourself home in that condition are you?” came the nurses voice behind him. He slowly turned around and gave her the best smile he could muster at the moment through the pain.

“Well, yes, how else am I going to get home?” he said with a shrug. “I'll be fine, I've been through much worse, I can handle this.”

She looked him up and down and frowned. “I suppose that's true, but I don't like it. Don't you have a friend or girlfriend or something who can pick you up?”

“Miss, my ship and I have been missing for months now, I've been listed MIA for probably a month now. My friends are all elsewhere in the galaxy, and even if they were close by, they don't even know I'm back yet. As for a girlfriend...” his voice trailed off. That was a complicated subject. He wasn't really sure what that situation was. “I don't think I have one.”

“Wait, what? How can you not know? Shouldn't you?”

“Yeah, you'd think that. It's kind of complicated. Anyway, thank you for your concern, but I'll be alright. Have a good day.”

He carefully got into his speeder and made his way back home without anything eventful happening, even managed to keep himself from reopening his wounds again. Instead of getting out immediately he just sat there in his garage for a little bit, contemplating what had been going on in the past few months to make his life come to this.
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Changing me inside.
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Re: Return of the Draaygo

Post by DraaygoRiinuuk » 2014-01-15 11:29

Eight Weeks Prior
It had been two weeks since the Apocalypse had left for the Unknown Regions in pursuit of Charles Sykes with Agent Jenth. It was slow going, given they only had minimal star charts of the region and had to send scouts and probes ahead to ensure a safe route fairly regularly. They had managed to pick up his trail from Gannaria and almost had him a week later on a planet called Nasua. They found out he had recently hired a band of mercenaries to take him even further in. Apparently the planet was a haven to mercenaries and pirates. They managed to bargain and gain some more star charts of the area from some of the different crews then set off again after the fugitive analyst.

The day cycle was just beginning aboard the ship and Captain Draaygo Riinuuk yawned as he entered the bridge. The Apocalypse was currently sitting silently in dark space. The viewport was full of distant stars, nebulae and several other cosmic bodies he had come to expect from this area of space. Agent Jenth was already there, standing next to Draaygo's command chair reading a datapad. He walked past the agent, returning his salute as he sat in the chair.


“The scouts should be returning soon,” he said as he glanced down at his own datapad. “We should have a new heading soon. Anything you need to report, Agent?.

“Not at the moment, Captain,” the man said, not even looking up from his datapad. “I'm currently looking into something, but for now it's not really worth reporting.”

Draaygo smiled a little at that. He had grown to expect that from the man. They had been paired with the agent for only two weeks, but they already had a fairly strong working partnership. He was fairly reserved and analytical, rarely bothering Draaygo unless he had to.

Draaygo looked at his chrono and noticed the scouts were a little late. Just as he was about to ask his flight director about it, the viewport was suddenly full of a ship he had never seen before. It was slightly smaller then his own ship, but didn't look like a real ship. It looked both similar and bizarre, in that it seemed to be an amalgamation of several Imperators all melded together weirdly as if by some mad scientist who had come across a Star Destroyer Graveyard.


“Shields Up!” he shouted. However at the same time the ship was rocked by incoming fire from the unknown ship. The Apocalypse shook as it took a full barrage before the shields finally came up.

“Launch all fighters and bombers. Scan that ship for structural weaknesses, I have a hunch that it's no ordinary ship. Tell the bombers to focus on tearing it apart at the seams. Weapons, I want you to focus on the same. Give me a damage report.”

“Sir, we've lost about fifteen percent of our weapons and shields are only up to about seventy percent. We have reports of fires on several decks and random power outages.”

“Get everyone you can working on damage control. I want the med bays on high alert and ready for any wounded.

The Apocalypse shook again from another barrage. This time even the bridge saw the effect as sparks flew from multiple sources and the lights flickered.

“Sir, we are down to fifty percent shields and most of our port side weapons are down. We're getting reports that they have small fighters that are using kamikaze attacks, firing a barrage of missiles then ramming into the weakened area. We're doing everything we can but some are still getting through. However, you were right about that ship. Our own fire and the bombers are seriously damaging it. It seems to be ripping apart.”

“Hopefully before we are also torn apart,” he said, noticing the fires appearing on his own ship. Suddenly an alarm began blaring on the bridge. That's the evacuation alarm, he thought then looked at the small sensor readout he had.

“Everyone off the bridge, Now!” he said and started directing everyone out. As he ushered everyone through the the nearest exit, he looked back out the viewport and barely made out couple of arrowhead shaped fighters heading directly for the bridge. He knew they weren't going to make it. “Take cover and hold on tight!” he said as he shoved Jenth and as many of his crew he could through his exit and shut the door behind them. Thinking quickly, he ran and dived into the bridge head. Barely managing to hit the door switch, he heard a series of explosions getting ever closer before a huge explosion.

There was a rush of heat then extreme cold and the door to the head gave way and Draaygo saw the remains of his bridge after a kamikaze run. Fear soaked into his soul for a moment and he tried to grab at anything to prevent himself being sucked out into the black void of space. Luckily he managed to grab onto the doorway and slowly began to pull himself through.

As he did so, he heard the noise of straining metal and there was a sudden, sharp pain in his left thigh and he cried out. He looked down and to his horror saw that a broken superheated support beam had fallen down and taken his leg off. Screaming in pain, he activated some of the stims he had installed in his mechanical arm and lifted himself the rest of the way through. He inspected the stump where his leg had been.

Then, almost as abruptly as the vacuum sucked the atmosphere out of the bridge, it suddenly stopped. Draaygo looked around, confused. He felt himself beginning to float and grabbed at a nearby support for stall. The air wasn't being pumped back in, artificial gravity was still down, and it was getting hard to breathe. Suddenly a hand grabbed his remaining leg, startling him. He looked down and saw a maintenance crewman trying to drag him out of the door.


“Sir, we've managed to establish a temporary magnetic shield, but it won't last long, hurry this way.”

Draaygo knodded and followed the man out through the nearest exit. Once through the door closed and the atmosphere returned to the hallway. Draaygo slowly took in a few fresh breaths of air before motioning to the nearby medical team.

“Whoever is down in the secondary bridge, I need a status report,” he said over his comm unit.

“Captain, this is Lieutenant Stotch. We're managing to hold together, but we've got a lot of structural damage. A lot of the control bridge tower was massively damaged. We have fires all over the place, shields are practically gone, and almost all of our weapons are either gone or offline. Aside from internal communications, we've got nothing, and sensors are gone. Engines are.... out, we're not going anywhere soon”

“So you know the status of the enemy?” he asked, dreading the answer. They were done for in this fight, but as long as the enemy was out too, they could repair and limp away.

“That's actually good news. They're worse then we are. Our bombers managed to finish their ship as well and it's all torn to shreds. Our fighters managed to mop up the remaining enemy fighters as well. However, a small subcap of unknown type did manage to flee into hyperspace, it was damaged as well though, so we don't know if it survived.”

Draaygo suspected that these were the mercenaries hired by Sykes and the shuttle was him getting away. While he hated that the man escaped, his priority now was seeing to his ship and crew. They had taken a hug beating, but they were still here.

“Sir, we need to get you to the nearest med bay and we'll have to knock you out to take care of this. The pain is going be excruciating.”

“Fine, tell Captain Krunch to see to the repairs and recovery of our people. I want a full report on what we have to work with when I wake up. I want Jenth there as well.”

The medic nodded and gave Draaygo and injection before placing him on a gurney.

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Two Days Later

Draaygo sat at his desk in his quarters. As soon as he had been patched up he had requested to be moved to his own quarters to rest there to free up some space in the med bay. The doctors had resisted at first, but knowing Draaygo's stubbornness and how swamped with patients they were, they relented. He had taken a days rest, but now sat at his desk, awaiting the reports from Captain Krunch and Jenth.

Right on time the door to his quarters chimed.
“Come in,” he said and looked up to see the two men enter. They sat in the two chairs across from him and pulled up their datapads.

Captain Riinuuk, I have the status report you requested,” Captain Krunch said as he sent it to Draaygo's console. Draaygo motioned for the man to proceed.

“All repair crews are working as fast as they can. Huge chunks of the ships superstructure were taken out. We've got multiple holes in the hull, and entire areas of the ship we can't access. Our communications are mostly gone. We've got short range communication so we can still talk to any ships we're near, but long range comms are out of the question. Sensors are back up, though, so we can at least see out there. Engines are coming along okay, it's mostly just a lot of re-wiring. We're running low on spare parts though.”

“Just send salvage crews to the debris of the other ship. It should have anything we need., probably more then we need. It was a bunch of ISDs melded together, so we're set for spare parts there.”

“That's true. Alright, as far as our battle readiness. We've got shields up to thirty percent, about the same with weapons. Unfortunately, a lot of the crew was injured that last fight, plus all the fatalities, means we're really short on manpower. Also, the Chief Engineer told me if fight does break out, she doesn't think the electrical systems will be able to handle it, and we'll explode just by trying to fight.”

“Tell her not to rush the repairs and take her time. I'd rather be slowed down by repairs and have them done right, than have the ship break down or worse because we rushed things. We won't be pursuing anyone if we're blown up.”

Draaygo sighed and sagged down in his seat some. “So basically were stuck here for a while, we have no way of calling for reinforcements, or even telling them our situation, and if someone else tries to pick a fight we're screwed.?” he asked.

“That basically sums it up,” Krunch said.

”Wonderful. Okay, as soon as we safely can, I want us to get out of here. Sykes knows we're badly wounded and I want us gone before he gets another ship to come and finish us off. Have the salvage crews work double time to get the parts we need, plus any extras we can fit aboard. Take a short jump away, just to get as out of the area, make what repairs we can, then take us to the nearest habitable planet to finish the rest. Also, see if there are any nearby repair yards we can use. I know some of the repairs we won't be able to do ourselves.

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Present Day

Using his new crutch, Draaygo made his way back into his house. It was almost dinner time, and he knew he didn't have any food in the house, so he decided to order some delivery. He pulled up the information on the closest Corellian restaurant the does delivery. Unfortunately, as he tried to confirm his order he kept getting an error message, saying he didn't have the required funds. After several failed attempts he tried to access his bank account. When he tried to log in he got error messages there as well, saying he was locked out. Quickly he called his bank.

“New Imperial Bank and Trust, this is Kyla, how can I help you?”

“Um, yes, this is Draaygo Riinuuk, I am trying to access my bank account but it's saying I'm locked out for some reason.”

“One moment please..... Okay.... um.... huh..... Who is this again?”

Draaygo Riinuuk

“Okay, Captain Draaygo Riinuuk? New Imperial Federation Fourth Fleet, NIFSS Apocalypse?”
“Yes, that's me.”

“Sir, can I have your security code.”

“4FJC-1488-3769. Why? What's the problem?”

“Oh my god.... well... um... sir, you're dead...”

“Wait, I'm what?”

“Dead, sir.”

“Um, no I'm not...”

“According to our records, sir. You were listed KIA... two days ago.”

“But I'm not dead.”

“Well, yes, that's apparent, sir, but we received a message from the Fourth Fleet Liaison Office declaring you and everyone aboard your ship as Killed In Action. I can forward you to them if you like.”

“Please do. This has to be fixed.”

“Hold one moment.”

Draaygo sat there in disbelief. His entire crew had been written off. He wondered if anyone else had noticed this issue and was going through the same thing. After a couple of minutes his comm activated again.

“This is the Fourth Fleet Liaison Office. I'm Officer Goodwin. First off, I have to apologize. I was in charge of the investigation of the disappearance of the Apocalypse

“Look, can you just tell me what's going on?”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. Okay. Eight Weeks ago all contact was lost with the NIFSS Apocalypse. After two days we sent some scouts to investigate. They stumbled upon a debris field filled with star destroyer debris of various classes. A lot of it was identified as belonging to the Apocalypse and the ship was listed as Missing in Action. After a month of investigating, no further evidence was found on the whereabouts of the Apocalypse or her crew and the investigation was closed. Two weeks later, and still no further evidence of what happened nor contact made, IMEXCO ordered us to change you all from MIA to KIA. The paper work began being processed and family and friends notified. Obviously now we have to change that, and we are in the process of doing so. You should have access to your bank account shortly, and any other accounts within a day.”

“Wait,” Draaygo said, stunned. “You mean that all of my friends think I'm dead?”

“Um... Let's see... We started the notification process yesterday, so... yes, wait, no. Not all. We didn't send notifications to everyone yet before you appeared again. So some do, some don't”

“So who does think I'm dead?” he asked, almost dreading the answer.

“Well, we only got the message to a few so the people who think you're dead are... Grand Admiral Tavish McFini, Commodore Kyle Morrison, Surface Marshal Eri Ambicon, Brigadier Wolfgang Dieter, Vice Admiral Xanis Sorannan, and Director General Crystala Endivain. We'll send them messages soon recanting that and telling them you're alive.”

So some of his best friends had thought he was dead for the past day. They had almost undoubtedly told some others, so by now most, if not all, of his friends now believed he was dead. He wanted to immediately tell all of them he wasn't, although the whole situation was rather awkward. He had no idea what they must all have gone through. He didn't even know how to address the issue. It was a complicated situation, for some of them more then others, like Crystala. They had shared an intimate moment a while ago, then both had got caught up in work and hadn't really addressed it, then he was sent on this crazy mission, then she was told he was dead. Complicated and awkward barely even began to describe the situation.

“Just, tell everyone as soon as possible that everyone who came back is alive. That should be priority number one.” he said, then ended the call. He collapsed on his couch and wondered how it was possible that one person's life could be full of so much bad luck. Fate just really liked screwing with him, apparently. I don't even know what to do, more then usual.
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Open up your eyes and you'll see,
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Re: Return of the Draaygo

Post by DraaygoRiinuuk » 2014-02-07 04:52

Four Weeks Prior
The Apocalypse drifted quietly in orbit around a desolate, desert planet. The ship had seen far better days, it was amazing it still flew at all. It had numerous holes and craters in the hull from the many battles it had gone through the past month chasing down a single man who had proven far harder to capture than anyone anticipated. The haggard crew still managed to go about their business, though, and were determined to see the mission through, if for no other reason then revenge against the man who had brought such pain and death to them and their comrades.

The captain was in just as dire straits as the crew and ship he commanded. Draaygo Riinuuk sat in his command chair aboard the secondary bridge, head held in his hand, looking defeated. While he had not given up on the goal set before them, the constant set backs had taken their toll on the man. He opened his eyes and looked down at where his left lag used to be, and was now just a stump at just above the knee. He jumped slightly as the sound of footsteps behind him snapped him out of his thoughts.

The man now standing at his side had become a welcome companion during their journey deep into the Unknown Regions as they hunted for ex-Intelligence Analyst Charles Sykes. The man, known only as “Jenth” was the one who had sent them on the task and had accompanied them the whole way. He had bled and sweat alongside them and gained a fair amount of respect among the crew. Surprisingly, Jenth wore a smile as he looked over at Draaygo.


“Our scouts have finally confirmed the location of the crash site,” he said as he handed Draaygo a datapad. They had chased Sykes through a nebula not far from the system they were currently stationed. They had gotten a few lucky shots and damaged the shuttle Sykes was aboard before it escaped into hyperspace. They had tracked the shuttles path to this system, known as Logue to the few people around this area.

“There is a network of caves a few miles from the crash site. We think he's hiding in there. The closest settlement, Loguetown, on the planet is few weeks away from the crash site traveling on foot. There's no way he could have made it there before we got here. My guess is he decided to hide the crash site as best he could then ran for the caves to hide out until we left.”

“Probably. The bastard almost managed to slip past us again,” Draaygo said as he studied the datapad. “Hm... Alright, engaging him in the caves would be a bad idea. Odds are he has some traps, and even when we do get to him, a firefight could cause a collapse. Instead, I want Eidolon Company to take a shuttle down to Loguetown and hide out there. You and I will then take the Wirrwarr down after them. Captain Krunch,” he shouted over to his second in command.

“Yes, sir,” the man responded as he turned to face Draaygo

“You will take the Apocalypse outside of the system and wait for us. We'll make it look as if we have left, and when Sykes makes it to Loguetown, we'll capture him.”

Draaygo stood from his command chair, supporting himself on the makeshift crutch the medical staff had given him. He followed Jenth down to the hangar where the Wirrwarr waited. After a quick preflight they lifted off and made there way to Loguetown.

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Two weeks prior
It had been two weeks since the Apocalypse had left the small group on Logue. They had set up in Loguetown, a small settlement with barely enough people to support the Federation personnel hiding there. It reminded him of some of the towns on Tatooine, minus the Hutt presence and general lawlessness. So far the people of Loguetown had been pretty accommodating. Draaygo had told the small mining town's governor and the sheriff about his people and what they were doing there. While they didn't want to get involved, they did allow the soldiers to stay as long as they didn't cause trouble.

Draaygo mostly stayed in the tavern where he had rented a room for the duration of their stay. His missing limb made it difficult to move around, so he left most of the work to Jenth and Eidolon Company. They dressed in plain clothes in the fashion of the planet and went out for information every day, waiting for whispers of a new arrival from the desert. It was rather tedious, but they weren't going to let Sykes get past them this time. The crew of the Apocalypse needed this long chase to end soon.

Sitting in his usual spot just out of eyesight from people initially entering the tavern while allowing him full view, Draaygo was surprised to see Jenth enter. He wasn't scheduled to meet for a few more hours. The mysterious agent moved toward Draaygo and sat in the open seat across from him.


“We got him,” the man said, waving away the waitress who started heading toward them. “A mining crew picked him up this morning. He's staying at an inn on the outside of town. The troops are getting their gear on now. We can head there and wait for them. I've also informed the sheriff and he's working on getting the area clear in case a fight breaks out.”

Draaygo smiled. Finally, it was all about to end. With no way for him to get off the planet yet, Sykes was stuck. He got up from his seat and started to head for the door. “Then lets go. The sooner we capture Sykes the better.”

The two of them quickly made their way to the inn where Sykes was reported to be staying. It didn't take long before the soldiers of Eidolon Company joined them and they all took up positions around the inn. It didn't take long for the area to be evacuated, the rural area was already fairly quiet any way this time of day.

Draaygo gave the go ahead and within seconds it was over, a quick stun grenade and a rush of soldiers entering the room their target had rented. He felt a sense of victory as a pair of soldiers dragged the stunned man out and tossed him at Draaygo's feet. The stun grenade was starting to wear off some and the man started to stir.


“It's good to finally meet you, Mr. Sykes. You have cause a lot of trouble and pissed off some people you really shouldn't have, including me. The prisoner is yours, Agent Jenth,” he said. The man beside him nodded then produced a pair of cuffs and a mask of some sort. He placed them on Sykes then stood the barely conscious man up. It was all finally over.

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Present day
Draaygo sat there on his couch for a long while. Just when he thought fate had thrown everything it could at him, it surprises him with something else. He had t admit, though, that given the crazy life he had experienced thus far, being declared dead shouldn't really surprise him. I was just one more thing to add to the list of tortures he had to live through, and not even really the worst. However, it did suck that his closest friends had thought he was dead for at least a day now, and it would definitely make for an awkward and interesting encounter the next time he saw them.

He wasn't exactly sure how he would approach them, but he was confident he would figure something out. After all, if there was one thing he was good at, it was moving on through tragedy. Maybe with some kind of grand event, after all, he did just come back from the dead, which was definitely a cause for celebration.
Eh, I'll have to think more on it. Tomorrow's another day, he thought, and with that he slowly drifted off to sleep on his couch.
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Open up your eyes and you'll see,
That I'm not perfect,
That's what I'm trying to be,
Cause I know you're worth it.
These new demons are changing me inside,
Changing me inside.
- I See Stars "New Demons"

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