Makarakov, often referred to as "Sol" because of his bright orange eyes. He, for the longest time, flew as a Corsair, namely in the "Omega Pirate Guild", robbing traders, attacking Police and Military, and engaging adventurous Outcasts. His Titan, ever reliable, served him for years before suffering crippling damage in a battle with some Bretonians. He ejected just before the ship was detonated. He was taken into custody and questioned.
It took months of interrogation, but Makarakov finally cracked and began spilling his information to the Bretonian authorities. He gave them truthful answers pertaining to the Corsairs, the OPG, and their allies, the Order. After a few days, and the information he gave them was verified, Makarakov was sent to prison. It was a miserable month for him, before he was transferred to the Prison station Fairbanks. En route, the prison convoy was attacked. The prison ship Makarakov was flying in was destroyed. He was nearly engulfed in the explosion, and he was left, suffocating in space. He felt a pull as the offender's tractor beam pulled him in. The cargo hold was unpressurized, and Makarakov was on the verge of death when the bay doors again opened, and breathable air flowed back into the room.
The sudden change in air pressure blew out his ears and eyes, and he fell unconscious from the shock.
Makarakov was kept sedated for several days as the medical teams on-board the ship repaired his body. Makarakov only got glimpses of his doctors. He didn't register the fact that he could now see, despite his organic eyes being spattered all over the cargo bay. When Makarakov was at last taken off the sedative, he slowly came to grips with his surroundings.
He was in a medical bay. He could hear the rumble of engines and the hum of a reactor. He knew he was on a Battleship-sized craft, because of the large amount of space in the room. The doctors buzzed around him. When they saw he was awake, they gave him a serum to help him get off the sedatives quicker. He became sharper, more alert. He tried to speak, but realized he had a mask on. He slowly understood that it wasn't pumping air into him, but Cardamine. He saw the other doctors had Cardi-masks on as well. He could feel the drug pouring through him. But he couldn't feel it's effects.
One of the things that he had done in the OPG was develop an immunity to Cardamine, in case of capture. And now it was working. He played along, though, and adopted the dreamy look that he should have if he was high. He waited for his future to roll out.
Makarakov played the drug-addicted fool that he needed to survive. Faking withdrawals, and giving information in order to get his next 'fix'. This time, his information was false. He acted like this for close to a year, and when they finally decided that it was time to discard him, he launched his escape plans.
It was a very dangerous and risky plan, but he was dead anyway. As he was escorted down the hall, bound, and "sedated", the group was rounding a corner when Makarakov swung out with his bound fists, knocking the Outcast next to him into the wall, cracking his head open. He quickly had his weapon in hand and shot dead the female escort next to him. It took some maneuvering, but he was able to unlock his bonds using the escort's passcards.
Carrying their secondary weapons, pistols, in dual-wield, he stalked down the hall, quickly dispatching any patrols he encountered. In the hangar bay, he cleared the room and locked the doors. He immediately headed for the Falcata bombers. He used the machinery there to disarm all of the Falcata's torpedoes and other explosives. He piled them all at the hangar doors that lead to space. He, for good measure, moved all the ships to the edges of the hangar, save for one Sabre, which he boarded and activated.
He looked at the sizeable pile of torpedoes, missiles and mines, and breathed in deeply. He fired a "Firestalker" missile directly into the heap and engaged shields and engines. He punched his afterburners, and as the missile hit the pile, the whole hangar was lit up in a huge gout of fire. His shields were rapidly depleting and just as the flames began to incinerate the ship, made it to the other side of the explosion, and was zooming away into space.
Using his rear-view,the flames were now calming. He could see a hole at least 2 kilometers in diameter sunder the side of the Outcast Battleship. The ship itself was feeling the blow, and all over the ship, lights turned off. The engines shut down. Escape craft began to drift away from the ship. Makarakov activated his cruise engines, and made with all speed to Tau-37. Outcast ships were already popping up on sensors. Makarakov was in no position to fight, so he fled.
It was hours later that Makarakov threw himself at the Kusari Police, having them take him into protective custody.
He did not know what his future would hold.
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