Dragge: Legends Never Die

[Dragge]

You know what, I've rehashed Dragge a few times with my stay at legends-station and that may have been my downfall with him. However, it's been over two years since Dragge was last seen hurtling through space toward Terra. I've had a story in the back of my mind the entire time ready to go. Although after thinking about it, I'm going to rewrite it a bit from what I once had in my imagination. I think I've grown a bit since last writing and I'm hoping that Dragge has one last fight left within him (until I work with him again in something totally not legends related). So here it is, Dragge's last stand.

[Dragge]

Chapter 1

A figure clad in entirely black armor hurtled through space hardly alive. His last oxygen tank was running severely low and the other one had been blown off in an explosion. There was nothing in sight except for a large planet that he called home. The man struggled to lift his head. Once he had he looked upon the place where a ton of people waited for him to return. He drew dangerously close to the atmosphere of the planet. After a few seconds of being drawn in, he started to feel the effects of gravity that the planet had. He started free falling toward a city quite unknown to him.

Faster and faster he fell toward the surface. The temperatures started rising on the inside of his suit and not matter what, the cooling system wouldn't kick in. 'I'm either going to die from impact or from this damn heat," he thought. His body felt so broken that he didn't try to diverge anywhere else. The city looked so much closer and before he knew it his nearly lifeless form smashed through the roof of the building beneath him.

'At least... at least I've stopped falling.' The armor clad figure tried to stand up but it was impossible. His body had taken too much of a beating to move. It was so bad that he didn't think he'd be able to breathe for much longer. The least he could do was look at his surroundings. The interior of the house was entirely gray in color. It looked as if ash had settled upon everything. It was quite abandoned too and not a living soul in sight.

'I wish I knew where I was,' he thought. He looked up at the hole he just created upon arrival. The sky didn't give off it's blue hue as it normally would have. Instead the sky was black, ominous, dead. "Where the hell am I?" he finally mustered to speak. He heard movement and tried to turn his head in the direction it came from. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a large mechanoid lurking in the shadows. "Whatever you are, if..." he coughed a few times, "if you're hear to kill me, you might as well do it now," the man said in instant defeat.

The medium sized bot approached the armored figure and loaded up its weapons. "Wait, what the hell? I don't ever remember seeing a reaverbot like this before." The bipedal reaverbot drew up an arm with a gun attached to it and held it toward the figure. Then in an instant the reaverbot exploded before his eyes. "I'm really starting to question what all of this really is," he said to himself.

Then he heard voices just within ear shot. "Are you sure this is him?" asked a teen-like voice.

"I'm pretty sure," came a second but gruffier voice, "his armor matches up perfectly. Come on help me get him back to base," The figure felt himself being lifted up off the ground. He didn't try to look at these people. He didn't know if they were friend or foe, but at least they helped him out. The man tried to keep himself awake but the last thing he saw before blacking out was the shape of a very familiar mansion.