[P]EvilTheBadger - an introduction

[Badger]

Revival
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Dust and debris drifted apart, slowly clearing the void around Evil The Badger's Blood Dragon fighter. His Outcast built cannons still glowed an ominous crimson at the tips of each barrel, highlighting the surrounding destruction. The highly classified codename weapons Evil had grown so fond of were no more, scattered among the shards of scorched and twisted alloys along with the majority of his own ship. Life support had kicked in a couple of hours ago but almost all of the other electronics had begun to fail. With a final "blip", the Blood Dragon's emergency transponder fell silent and the dense Sigma cloud became his tomb. Darkness.

Evil The Badger pondered the battle that had brought him to this conclusion. A double-cross inside the Blood Dragons? What were those ships he had been ambushed by? Taiidan... their design appeared so alien in Sirius, even after encounters with the Blue Death. At face value they seemed as vulnerable as anything he had flown or fought before, but the pilots- how they flew in perfect harmony, acting as one. And the firepower! Never before had Evil been forced to battle so fervently just to escape the sheer barrage of rockets, and guns the likes he had never witnessed before, like rifles piercing through VHF hulls in a single amber blast.

A static flash rumbled through the Sigma clouds, lighting for a moment the silouette of tens of Taiidan fighters and bombers in Evil's view. Apparently he didn't escape them quite as much as he wanted to. Knowing his oxygen supply would only last another two hours or so, he laid his head back in the flight seat, closed his eyes and embraced unconsciousness from the exhaustion.

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Something ripped through the cloud, screaming past Evil The Badger's downed Blood Dragon. The unfamiliar wail of it's engines woke Evil just in time to hear it fade off into the distance. Cruel, he thought, to be tempting him with hope as his oxygen meter bounced in the red zone. He unsheathed a glimmering tanto, grasped it in both hands and aimed it at his stomach. May as well do this the honourable way... Then the noise returned. Evil held his breath for a moment, trying to determine the trajectory of this strange craft. The tanto trembled in his hands.

Suddenly the craft broke through the clouds directly in front of him, floating to a stop within jumping distance of his demolished fighter. Evil dropped the blade and stared in awe of this perculiar vessel, some sort of fighter craft with a hooked nose connected to two huge engines. He leant forward and put both hands on the cold cockpit glass of his Blood Dragon fighter, his breath now troubled and uneven lightly misting the pane in front of his face. A second passed and the odd craft's many mounted cannons twitched in unison, aiming directly at the Blood Dragon.

"No! Oh shi-"
**Blam** The Blood Dragon shattered, Evil The Badger barely managing to fire his escape pod. Everything flashed red as the worthwhile remnants of his fighter and his escape pod were rapidly tractored into the craft's cargo hold. Red? Could this pilot be an ally of the Blood Dragons? The hold closed and blasted full of oxygen. A short while later the pilot clambered down from a small ladder on the ceiling of the cramped cargo bay and released the catch on the escape pod. Evil fell out, gasping for air and turned his gaze upwards to his captor.

"Lucky day for you, Blood Dragon." The man said with a smile, offering a hand to him.
"You... Kyoto sent you?" Evil asked between breaths, declining the hand as he struggled to his own feet.
"Haha, far from it, Dragon. Today is not a good day to be in Chugoku, I was merely on a scavenger hunt. Anyway, we can talk later, let's get you back to safety."

The craft sped off towards Omicron.

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Evil The Badger - Blood Dragon
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