Unfortunately he did not make it two steps from his quadricyle before feeling a prick at the back of his neck, for sticking from the area was a small dart tipped with a sleeping agent. Slowly the man wobbled unsteadily, unable to maintain muscle tensity due to the powerful drug in his bloodstream. Finally he tilted forward and that simple act brought him down, falling over he crashed into the snow of the planet. To the right of him in a rather large Snow Bank, Two men in Tundra Camouflage rose from the snow, they gripped their Tranquilizer Rifles tightly as they approached the downed figure. No expressions could be seen due to their white ski-masks that hide everything but they're uncaring eyes.
The first man kicked Drago's side slightly to make sure he was out while his comrade covered him, after he received no response they shouldered their rifles and dragged the poor soul by his legs inside, letting his head hit every single obstacle they could along the way. The inner Hall was almost as cold as the outside and the decor was quite inhospitable, dragging the man to a side-room that had nothing but a metal chair bolted to the floor, two tables pushed together at the side of the room and a Comm-Unit built into the wall by the reinforced door.
They picked up the man roughly by his shoulders and shoved him into the chair, the first man unshouldered his rifle and trained it on the poor fool while the other man walked to the Table in a calm practiced manner, reaching to the back of his utility belt he grabbed his Survival Knife and started to cut lengths of rope.
Once he was satisfied he carried as many of the lengths over as he could and tied the battered and bruised man into the chair, his arms, his legs and even his chest to prevent him from leaning forwards. It was around this time that Drago regained conciousness. The Commissars took up positions on either side of the door, their weapons trained on the bound man while they waited.
Minutes later the door to the room opened once more, the handle was gripped by a skeletal-looking Robotic arm, he wore the standard Uniform of a Coalition Captain, his cap covering his mop of brown hair while his eyes were concealed by black glasses.
He merely stared at the unfortunate victim for several moments before smirking sadistically while nodding to the Commissars, shouldering their weapons once more they walked towards the man, one of them cracking his knuckles as the first man drew back his fist and launched a punch into the face of the man.
Blood and acouple rather un-brushed teeth went flying into the corner of the room, quickly followed by more blood as the second man launched his fist into the other side of the man's face. The Captain held up a hand briefly, causing them to pause before shaking his head sadly.
"That's enough for a moment Alexei." He ordered the first Commissar with a light tone before looking to the other one who had failed to remove teeth in his blow."Heinrich, you need to put alittle more force behind your blows, otherwise your comrades will think your soft and unable to lead them into battle...Now again!"He ordered, shouting the last part harshly, Heinrich nodded gleefully rounding back on the bound man and rabbitpunching the man harshly in the face again this time a tooth went flying the Captain chuckled as the beatdown continued.
Fists were flying into Drago's body, his face, his stomach and his chest the pain was beyond compare. The Captain merely watched with a smirk as the two Men got their jollies in beating the man. After several minutes he held up his hand again causing the fists to stop. Drawing his TT33 from it's spot he walked over to the beaten man putting the barrel of his gun under Drago's chin and forcing him to meet his eyes for a moment. Smiling he jammed the pistol into the man's knee sharply before firing a single shot, causing blood and bone to errupt from the other side and a loud scream of agony from Drago.
He backed off and nodded to the Commissars."Alexei, Heinrich, finish him off than return to your posts." He ordered harshly, he stood rigidly while Alexei gripped the man's head in his hands and gave a sharp twist, a loud crack was heard before the man's whimpers of pain went silent, now limp in the chair. The Captain nodded and as he left the room he spoke calmly"It's strange how many visitors we get..." was all the legendary Ben Warner said before vanishing into the cold halls of the facility.
