Stracker's Demise

[Chronicron]

Tau Border Systems, Location Unknown

Stracker woke up in a cold sweat. His ship being overrun by an enemy that appeared out of nowhere, the hull segments of Vulpus falling apart as it was being lynched by antimatter. His XO lay dead in front of him, his body split in half by a piece of armature. A glimpse of panic flashed through Stracker's mind, his composure taking a firm hold of itself, instantaneously switching to the mindset of a trained Rheinwehr Soldat.

To go down with the ship would be a waste of himself and the last will of his men. His Aquilon was falling apart, yet as it was about to reach its critical state, the pummeling has stopped. As he was running through the halls of his ship towards the escape pods, Stracker stopped, noticing the obvious lack of impacts. He looked up, with only one thought on his mind. Whoever ambushed his ship needed him and his crew alive.

For him, there was no greater insult than being captured by an enemy, as well as dying without a fight. Even if he was to fail, killing himself was not an option - whatever his enemy would to do him would serve as his ultimate punishment.

He changed his route. Instead of running towards the escape pods, he hastened his steps towards the docking bay. Aquilon's docking bays were open, their security was minimal. It was the most logical place for his enemy to board.

As he was running down the emergency catwalk, he bumped into one of docking bay's mechanics. The laborer's feet betrayed him as his body impacted at Stracker's armor suit, his face covered in fear as he saw the green glare from Stracker's helmet. It took him a fair second to recognize his commanding officer. "Captain! Where are you going?" He asked panicking as he reached out to Stracker to get a hold of his hand and get back on his feet. "To buy you some time." Stracker's voice was monotone, focused. His helmet's optics were almost staring into mechanic's soul. He knew better than to defy his captain at this moment. He knew Stracker was determinated. "Live in glory, sir." He says as he briefly salutes and runs away towards the escape pods.

Stracker's last memory was him reaching the docking bay of Vulpus. He was now in a holding cell, in a place, same as his crew's fate, unknown to him. His exosuit, a shell that protected him almost every day of the year, now stripped from him.

It was the worst case scenario for him. He wasn't aware if he bought enough time for his crew. And, given his current position, he assumed that he was captured by the enemy.

His entire body was in pain, wailing for mercy. Sitting down and putting his back against the wall was the limit of his physical strength at this current moment. He knew that he had to accumulate his power for potential escape. First time in years, Stracker forced himself to relax.

He was waiting.