Dominion Dark Harvest: Containment | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Christophsis

[Laura Reese]

KAMINO | MEDICAL LABS
TAGS: @Olaya Astrapi | Fenn Stag | Todblaz Graker

While the doctors tended to Fenn and did the heavy lifting with the research, Laura was maintaining the machines, swapping out vials, and monitoring the effects of the cure attempts on samples of Fenn’s infected blood. One after the other, the tests failed, with the virus overwhelming and consuming the cure samples in a matter of a second or two.

Things were getting dire, and Fenn’s condition was worsening by the second.

But as they adjusted the formula and ran another test, Laura’s eyes widened. ”Um… doctors?!” She called out as a smile took hold. ”I think… I think we got it!” She looked at them with a smile. The cure fought off the virus, destroying any trace of it in the blood sample.

Taking the cure sample, she slotted it into a machine and dialled in the settings to produce a small number of vials. When the first one finished, Laura slotted it into an injector and slammed the needle into the side of Fenn’s neck. With another slap on the back, treating it like a bottle of ketchup, she hit the release and emptied the vial into Fenn’s bloodstream.

She took a step back and watched in anticipation to see if any changes came over his vitals or physical status.

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Ranger Armor
Equipment | HX-Revolver ; Cortosis Gloves
Tag | Olaya Astrapí Laura Reese Fenn Stag

Todd watched the injection go into the next, he would've placed it elsewhere as it would've been more effective, but who is he to argue. Placing the drill back on the table he stood and checked the monitors them remaining the same, though there probably wasn't much that would change there regardless.

"I mean if it ain't broke, I suggest we keep him strapped down until we know if it worked, if he comes up worse just move on to next subject." Though he still hoped the injection worked, there was a chance that it didn't.

Looking around the room he said to the medstudent, "Start prepping the rest for decontamination, no point in trying to save them. If they've taken over the immune system then we cannot turn the white blood cells back, it's just not possible with current medicine. For security and ecological reasons, start cleaning house with fire." Though Todd preferred not to condemn many patients to death, there was nothing to be done.

Logically one could create a virus the exact that would do the exact same with the white blood cells, but it would be practically impossible. First they'd have to isolate a white blood cell and try and take it over, which has never been done, all that medicine can do is boost count and activity.

Looking back at the patient he just waited to see the results from their vaccine.

 

[Kayl Krayt]

Roon | Capital City
Equipment: In Bio.
Tags: Alora Vizsla | Valery Noble |

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The Misfit’s rapid footfalls resounded along the stairwell as he ascended the staircase on his way to the first level where they presumed there would be survivors. Unease settled into his young mind with each floor he left behind; a silent whirlwind of possibilities regarding the situation at hand had formed in his thoughts. There was a good chance most, if not all of those thermal signatures belonged to the turned, as they were not some shambling, walking, reanimated dead one would see in horror holo-movies and the likes. They were alive, and thus emitted heat; they were just feral, stripped of their former selves and thus acting like a frenzied, predatory animal.

And even if some of those heat signatures did belong to unturned survivors, it was highly unlikely that they were not infected; it was only a matter of time until they too turned.

What was the right course of action to take in such circumstances?

<"Give the signal if you need a distraction,">

<”Understood!”> The Misfit acknowledged in between bated breath. Coming to a halt after reaching the 13th floor, The Misfit took a moment’s pause to catch his breath; leaning back against the wall behind him, his chest rose and fell with each breath he drew. Sparing a quick glance at his surroundings, it was then he noticed a small, dome-like closed circuit holovision camera on the ceiling.

It was positioned at the start of the hallway to his right, close to him.

The sight of the surveillance device sparked an idea in his mind.

<”Alora, I can see the building has CCHV cameras installed. Can you assume direct control of the surveillance and security net? We could use them to see whether a floor is overrun with the biters or not,”> Kayl said at in a tone of voice only slightly louder than a whisper over the comlink as he kept his head on a swivel, afraid of the possibility of being detected by an infected nearby.

Having regained his stamina while he explained to the Vizsla what came to his mind, the kid stood back up straight and continued, taking a step into the 14th floor’s hallway shortly after leaving the 13th floor behind him; he returned the grasp of his left hand back onto the hand guard of his blaster carbine after lowering his helmet mounted macrobinocular.

Toggling on his thermal vision, a black and white hue was cast over his surroundings, switched to ‘WHITE-HOT’. He could see several thermal signatures inside a room further down the hallway.

<"Found them yet?">

<”Picking up heat signatures up ahead, moving in to investigate,”> the kid reported his findings to the Vizsla as both his heart and mind raced with each step he took towards the door of the target room. There was no concrete indication whether they were survivors, or turned infected, aimlessly roaming around and about the flat.

But there was only one way to find out.

Apprehension, fear and adrenaline coursing in his veins mixed into an indescribable, yet wholly exhilarating cocktail upon reaching the door. Letting go of the blaster carbine’s handguard and lowering the weapon to a low-ready stance, The Misfit first checked whether the door was locked or not by checking the small console near him, mounted at a chest level on the door frame.

Seeing it was locked -no surprises there- the young Mandalorian briefly let go of his carbine, and raised his left vambrace close to his helmet faceplate, horizontally; with a precise, outward flick of his wrist, he flipped opened the screen of the computer terminal built into his vambrace. Initiating a quick slice, a faint mechanical click and rattle reached his ears. He closed the screen with an inward flick of his left wrist in response, and raised his rifle to the fore again.

<Here goes…> he thought to himself as he drew a deep breath. Opening the door to the apartment, he expertly moved into the entryway. Closing the door behind him as a means of precaution, The Misfit made his way at a swift combat pace towards the closest cluster of heat signatures in the flat; the living room.

It took him a commendable display of will to stifle the bile rising up to his throat at the sight he bared witness to after rounding the corner and stepping into the living room; a small group of what used to be ordinary folks once, perhaps a family, were dining on the flesh of an unmoving corpse in the room, just roughly ten feet in front of The Misfit.

He could see blood dripping from their maws agape as they turned their bloodied visages to the interloper intruding at their feast hall; following a primal, guttural roar, they rose to their feet from their crouched and hunched over posture, and charged at The Misfit in a sprint.

Although the sight shook the kid to his core, unaccustomed to witnessing such brutality up close, his training was quick to take over; quickly moving backwards to retain distance between himself and the small group of attackers, they fell onto the ground flat on their faces -or what was left of them- in a matter of a few seconds with each squeeze of the suppressed carbine’s trigger.

The near whisper quiet shots from The Misfit’s blaster carbine left its place to silence with the last of the contacts neutralized.

<”Encountered-”> he paused, nervously clearing his throat before continuing. <”Encountered and neutralized a small group of infected in the living room. Moving in to the master bedroom to investigate the last source of the heat signatures in this flat,”> The Misfit spoke after regaining some of his composure, providing a situation report to Alora.

It was then as he finished his transmission and turned towards the hallway from whence he came, he heard of a feminine, unfamiliar voice chiming in over the open channel.

<T> "This is Jedi Master Noble, is anybody in need of support?"

<”This is Kayl Krayt,”> he identified himself to the woman as he made his way towards the door to the master bedroom, further down the hallway, at a very slow combat pace with his blaster carbine trained down the corridor; his voice was bereft of his usually cheerful and exuberant tone. <”We’re searching for survivors in a tall apartment complex. We are greatly outnumbered, so any assistance we’d appreciate. You should be able to find us easily if you home in on the source of this transmission,”> he said as he came up to the door, taking a breaching formation on the door.

Whoever was hiding inside the bedroom, he prayed it was not too late for them, unlike those in the living room.

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[Alora Vizsla]

Roon | Capital City

"What a mess."

Alora hummed to herself as she'd taken to straightening up a control room. First thing she had to do was get all the kaf off the terminal. Then right the chair. Not to mention one of the monitors was blown out and another cracked. No time to fix the displays though. Oh well.

That's when her friendly Kayl chimed in about the building's CCHV. Well, since he'd asked so nicely... <"No problem."> She dropped into the seat and began dancing her fingers over the controls. She didn't ask, but Kayl probably wanted verbal information conveyed to him. A visual feed might be distracting while he wandered about a building that might be infested with crazy, infected people. Not everyone could multitask like that. Actually, very few could.

"Let's see... we'll start with his current floor." Seemed the obvious place to begin. In a few seconds the image of Kayl skulking about the hallway popped up onto the screen. The violet-line helmet bobbled from one side to the next in merriment. <"Got you in my sights."> Kayl would never know how close she came to saying something about the quality of his ass. Alora loved ribbing Gambit with inappropriate remarks, but this guy was relatively young at the whole skulk-and-shoot stuff. Bad idea to set him off his game.

Good choice too. Alora noticed the hesitation Kayl had approaching the door he'd chosen to investigate. Not a whole lot of tactical options there, being a lone wolf, so take a spot and breech. Or maybe slip a cam under the door. Well, times like these developed such awareness -- if you survived.

Speaking of which, she set to work checking if there was any surveillance inside the rooms. She hoped not, but if there were that'd totally be useful.

A few moments later Kayl's voice came back and Alora paused her work to listen. Oh? A small group of infected locked inside? And still something else to check in an adjoining room? Alora was about to acknowledge and caution when someone else sent a broadcast message. A Jedi Master no less.

And, of course, Kayl took it on himself to accept.

Alora sighed before she went back to work getting all the cameras back online, and video feeds lined up. <"Your new friend better hurry,"> she sent to Kayl, <"you don't want her on the ground floor when the alarms go off."> She reached under the console to tear the cover off to expose the circuitry. Just a little bit of work here to set everything up. Alora didn't feel like being on the third floor when that happened either -- she'd probably have to shoot her way through a number of people to ascend to the roof. Not that... it technically mattered. There wasn't a cure, so the infected were as good as dead already. Even she couldn't do anything for them -- wetware was crucial in controlling cybernetics.

POYO! Kayl Krayt | Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location | Roon | Capital City
Tag | Kayl Krayt Alora Vizsla

A voice came through and introduced himself as Kayl Krayt.

<"We're searching for survivors in a tall apartment complex. We are greatly outnumbered, so any assistance we'd appreciate. You should be able to find us easily if you home in on the source of this transmission,">​

Valery let out a soft sigh and opened her comms, <Copy that. I'll circle high above so I don't alert anything. When your group moves out and needs support, I'll be there to provide it,> Valery said, deciding against leaving the safety of her X-wing for now. She feared that bringing it down close to the apartment complex would summon a horde to come after her, and she didn't want to compromise the Mandalorians either.

Instead, she could blast any undead if they were to come after the Mandalorians, and make a landing later if necessary. Staying up high also gave her the ability to leave and help others if a more dire situation presented itself.

<Contact me if you need anything.>

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