Blue Milk Run (SJO/Allies Welcome; Horror Story)

[Drystan Marakos]

The SEV Divinity​

(Coyote-Class Capital Ship, operated by Esolea Expeditions & Research, Inc)​

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The Planet Gashu (W32)​

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~ Members of the SJO's Expeditionary Forces have made contact with natives of Gashu after investigating a distress signal on the planet's Southern Hemisphere. Four human beings, two adults & two children, have been evacuated to the capital ship known as the S.E.V. Divinity, to be provided with food, medical care, and safety. One of the adults, the mother of the two children, is unresponsive, and all are malnourished. ~ ​

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Spoiler

[member="Kaili Brand"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Supernal Clarity"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Ostdern Mastogar"] @Iakchi @Saka Amara [member="Finley Dawson"] [member="Ravenfire"]

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The S.E.V. Divinity was on its' way out of Gashu's atmosphere. The Expeditionary Team had transferred the family of four back to the Divinity by transport shuttle. [member="Drystan Marakos"], CEO & Commander of the Advanced Expeditionary Directive, had given orders for the Divinity to enter high orbit alongside [member="Rick Kaloo"]'s Essex-Class Starship, and directed the Divinity's medical staff to clear the family of four on Quarantine Procedures, pending full access to the ship. ​

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The father, young boy, and younger daughter, had said little during their brief trip back to the Divinity; oddly, they seemed disconnected from their emotions, asking few questions. Even stepping foot onto the Divinity's landing bay did little to change their apathetic attitude... ​

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The only act which elicited any emotional response was attempting to separate the children from their parents; both the young boy & girl had become extremely upset, viciously fighting against the medical team - enough that they decided to keep The Family together. Though, the mother, still unresponsive & with a high fever, was given a separate examination room. ​

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The whole of the S.E.V. Divinity is open to the Expeditionary Team to explore. The family of four is located in the Medical Wing, being examined by medical staff. Rick Kaloo's ship is nearby, and the two vessels remain in communication. Our story begins...​

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Essex-class Starfighter Killer Memory
Allies: [member="Drystan Marakos"], [member="Zak Dymo"], all others
Equipment: LPD-17 Hammerstrike Grenade Launcher with drum magazine, everything listed in bio

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From the very beginning of the operation, Rick suspected a trap.​

First, a planet in the outer reaches of the galaxy, one not even on galactic maps or part of the ORME corporate chain, randomly sends a call for help. Second, the planet was completely devoid of all sentient life, with only the ruins of villages to indicate the existence of anything besides the local flora. Third, only four people in a village of hundreds were still alive, and in startlingly fine health considering that over ninety nine percent of their friends likely had their corpses rot away. Fourth, Rick had picked up an extremely odd Force signature, one significant enough to alter his comms readings, and then wipe those altered readings from the system. Rick didn't like it at all.

Rick had pre-installed a holographic display near the comms of Divinity, allowing his physical self to be at least partially present in the room, even if he couldn't see the whole area. Rick briefly looked away from his corvette's end of the display, staring out into the open space around the two ships. They had left the planet long ago, and would soon be jumping to hyperspace. Rick was reaching the edges of his paranoia, but continued to hold it in for now. He would not deny refugees, even just one family, medical treatment and a safe place to live.

After all, Rick was a refugee himself, his species and company both kicked out of their homeworld for the first time in nearly a millennium.

 

[Kaili Brand]

Location: SEV Divinity
Allies: [member=Drystan Marakos], [member=Rick Kaloo], [member=Asaraa Vaashe]

Kaili choked down what had to be his third aspirin of the hour. The trip to Gashu had been a thankfully short one, though it left him with a devil of a headache all the same. The ambient noise of an agriculturaly focused world, even one as...seeming barren as that dirt ball drilling a hole in his skull. The drive back had not helped matters, the crews new found patients having a disturbing stillness to them that sat with him poorly. The mother he could excuse, he'd seen enough homeless folks suffering through winter with one illness or another that, even if he didn't know the name, the symptoms were familiar enough to be calming.

The kids and husband though? They were something else. All of them had that jilted awkwardness he'd observed from the father back at Gashu. Each movement they made, be it stepping into the trucks or breathing seemed to go on just a second too long. Like each act needed to be thought of before execution, and executed poorly at that.

He'd left them to the care of the medical personnel first chance he got, escaping to the hanger and the comfort of tinkering. Only stopping for a brief moment to snag the aforementioned aspirin from a cabnit while the physicians fretted over their patients. He'd popped open one of the skyfall trucks from the expedition less than an hour ago, earning him more than a few looks from the SEV engineers though little else. Draining the various coolants and oils from the truck had consumed more time than he had expected and he was grateful for the distraction.

A thin smirk spread across his lips as he leaned back into the engine compartment, a predatory glint in his eyes as he looked over the mounts for the engines. If he kept this pace up, he'd probably have half the thing disassembled by the time they got back to Kashyyyk. He'd feel a little bad for leaving the ships engineers with the mess, but this was probably better than hiding in his room for the remainder of the trip.

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Drystan was alone as she walked toward her quarters. The hallways were nearly deserted; The Divinity hadn't been fully staffed as-yet, but she preferred the quiet. It reminded her of the solitude most-often found during long, lonely trips through space in a starfighter.

She reached her quarters, accessing the room via a small keypad - her four digit access code was accepted, the keypad glowed green, and the door hissed open. She stepped through the portal, and as she did so, lights began to illuminate the room, keyed to motion sensors. The room was spacious, wide open & decorated simply. She was quite the minimalist, caring little for fine art & statuary (though that might change in the future), and still hadn't gotten used to her position as CEO of the large company. She was still a Jedi, and a spy, at heart.

She entered the lavatory, running a bath; bellowing steam signifying the immediate availability of hot water - something she'd learned to cherish in her years of living on poor backwaters. She loved a hot bath, already feeling her muscles loosening from the warmth and moisture. She returned to the common area in her quarters, approaching the large bed and wardrobe. She began to undress, unzipping her jumpsuit and removing her belt.. smooth flesh betraying the presence of a small number of scars, as well as old welts across her back - lash-marks, from a time when she'd been whipped bloody. She thought nothing of the old scars & marks... simply casualties of war, from lives long ago.

She shoved her dirty laundry into a hamper, and, completely nude, made her way to the shower.

She washed, taking her time to rinse away the mental and physical dirt - sending the memories of her visit to the planet below down the drain. She even washed her hair, using a sweet-smelling, fruity shampoo which would linger long after. She sighed, deeply... and her shoulders sagged.

When she was finished, she toweled off, and dried her hair, brushing it until it cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of sunlight. Then, she dressed - a fresh jumpsuit, colored silver, black, and off-white, as well as a worn pair of boots and her lightsaber. Before she left, she checked herself over in the mirror - not at all a vain woman, but she'd become more aware of her appearance since finding others under her command.

She'd wanted to look her best for their guests, as well.

With a bright smile, she left, heading for the turbolift and the Medical Wing.