Drax Rendolen wakes up and it's as frenzied a motion as a computer firing up for the first time in days. Memory buffers are blank and need to be quickly filled with essential data to run and survive. Where am I? Who is here? What do I have available to me? Am I safe? With everything he has, he fights to lift the weights on his eyelids, blinks a few times and lazily rolls his eyes back and forth to get a picture of his current situation.