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[Maya Carrick]

[member="Rave Merrill"]

Giving the look over at the Payload specialist."Rave, what we got so far is what the good Doctor [member="Manu Xextos"] has told you. I have broken down some of the blood or what use to be blood. So far not a lot had been able to fight it. Finding that some of the herbs slows it down but not enough to counter.", as she look around at the others that had been taking care of the others.

[member="Chloe Blake"]

"This is Whitelight, bring it down to the Main Medical Bay, aspa, if one can be found. ", thumbing all they had to do was to wait. Looking at the others in the group, [member="Jericho"] , Xextos behind the closed doors of Ward 1 and the new mystery Rave the padloader.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Over hearing what could only be the ray of hope that was needing in this mess. As she looked on at the door again her own empathy. Then came Jericho words about going to the labs. Not wanting to leave Xextos as her own companssion one being that they couldn't be with out their leader.

"Yes, lets go ", not letting on that this was one field that she was less of expert on.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Elevator to Med Bay
Med Bay

“Copy that”

Spencer radioed back to [member="Jericho"] and waited for the lift to finally stop moving. She made adjustments to her course and headed towards the medical lab. Unlike the others who seemed to have heard the warning about putting on a biohazard suit, Spencer wandered without the protection of the suit down the hallway leading towards the medical lab. The vial tucked carefully in her tan jacket, she dug around the other pocket for the chocolates she had stowed away. Rummaging through the bag, she found the red one she had kept there for this moment and flicked it with her thumb into her mouth.

As she suckled on the candy letting its sugary coating dissolve to reveal the chocolate inside, she rounded the corner and stopped in front of the med bay door. Swiping her card, giving her the clearance she entered the lap and pulled out the vial. Spencer knew only healing through the force, but that was mostly combat trauma. What was about to happen was something she would never be prepared for. She shoved the candies back into her pocket and stood near the two that had summoned her. Bloody finger tips grasped the vial as she presented it to them. [member="Maya Whitelight"] and Jericho were the ships only hope here, she hoped that they could do what needed to be done.

“Be quick.” Spencer smiled as she noticed [member="Rave Merrill"] also in the area. Odd seeing the woman here, but she didn’t question it. After handing over the vial she reached back into the pocket for the candies.

“Chocolate anyone?” A smile spread across her face as she did her best to remain above the tension. Looking around she noticed a healer missing. "Where is [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] ?"

 

[Chloe Blake]

BRIDGE OF THE ABSOLUTION
[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]


[ This is Spencer Jacobs, I got a vial of some liquid. I killed two more raiders that were hiding out in the hanger, they seemed desperate for this thing...once they exposed themselves to their own bioweapon. Heading up now, be there soon. ]

Chloe would utter a small prayer to the Corellian Gods. "Thank goodness." A quick comm to the medical officers, [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] [member="Manu Xextos"], @Jericho.

[ Lieutenant Whitelight, Looks like we have a potential vial heading your way along with one of our Lieutenants who was exposed to the toxin. I have her being sent to quarantine -- we need to work fast. ]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Med Bay Labs
Ojective: Stop this virus

[SIZE=11.8181819915771px]It was on they way to the labs that jericho was lending them all. Finding that their commlink going off at the same time. "Under stood," [member="Chloe Blake"] it didn't take long to see what the ones already in the lab had manage to fix if anything at all. More like to piece together. [/SIZE]

Finding that with in moment of arriving themselves. Came in a blonde that must by her own guess be the one with the tube. Feeling came true when handed a vial of the antidote. Looking a bit on the concern side for the blonde, "Miss I believe you need to make your way to a place to be [SIZE=11.8181819915771px]quarantine from other others its for your own proction as much as to everyone.", what was she saying everyone around her already been exposed to this nasty[/SIZE].

Finding herself opening it up carefully as they had been able to savage one of the [SIZE=11.8181819915771px]machines[/SIZE] that wasn't taken. Now for what they would need to make the enough for the crew. Finding that they need a list of stuff to make this right.

Looking at both [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and [member="Rave Merrill"] as she ripped off what use to be part of some kind of packaging. "There ladies, is what we need, I can make some by mutilating planets I have brought unless you ladies have any other idea I"m open for feed back, that includes you @Jericho." , taking another pause as she looked around the room at what was once left of a very highly state of the art lab now look not much of one but something kind of experiment that had gone wrong.

As if after thought, "Oh did I hear you right that Rianna is on board,", this came across as a shock as she hadn't heard from her or even that she was to be on this trip, puzzled they been other mission together, maybe she just missed her name on the roster.

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

Location: Spaaaaaaaaaace

Commander Talia Kain smiled with predatory delight as sensors finally identified the ship that opposed her. An Interceptor-class Frigate. Databanks filled her mind with information on the ship. At one time, it had been a terror of the stars. Fast, powerful, durable, and reliable. The ship was a pirate's dream and became synonymous with the Black Suns Crime Syndicate.

Hundreds of years ago.

Today, the ship was an antique. She was old, her armor plates were cracked and scarred or missing entirely, her superstructure was broken and fragmented in more places that Talia could count, half her weapons were molten slag and the other half barely worked, power conduits were ruptured in thirty six separate locations and her crew had only bothered to bypass twenty eight of which.

It was odd... being aware of so many details at once. But it was intoxicating. Talia felt like a god of the heavens as she raced towards her unworthy prey. Her training and instincts mixed with the instincts of Naast'ika's subconscious and she was utterly and completely overwhelmed by it all. A savage grin crossed her face as the enemy ship opened fire. Shots bounced off her shields and her hull, physically ricocheting elsewhere into space. Talia pulled her nacelle close to her body and accelerated faster, pouring energy into her shields and into the Neuroengines that pulled her forward. She clenched what passed for muscles on her god-like body and made one last course correction before she put her armored and aerodynamic body to use. A Keldabe Kiss of epic proportions rocked the heavens as Naast'ika Laaran's Beskar armored prow forced its way through the armor, hull, and superstructure of the old and rotten Interceptor-class Frigate.

His body emerged unscathed upon the other side, shields slightly depleted and two scrapped halfs of ship tumbling wildly through space in his wake. Seconds ticked by as Naast'ika slowly caught up with what was happening to his body. Somewhere behind him, the aft half of the Interceptor-class Frigate exploded in nuclear fire as reactors went critical. Within himself, Naast'ika's subconscious caught up with his consciousness and the young creature remembered all that had transpired within his head. "NO!" He shouted, clear and pronounced within the mind of Talia Kain. Her own subconscious lending words to the thoughts and emotions of Naast'ika Laaran. The giant ship's voice reverberated like thunder within her skull and her perception of space and stars and radio waves was torn from her mind and replaced by the cold, dark interior of a Cognition Hood.

Talia felt weak and blind. Her body felt frail and naked. She knew she was clothed, but in the dark interior of the Pilot's Den, cradled in the empty, slimy interior of a Cognition Throne, with her armor in pieces upon the floor... Talia felt naked. She pulled herself forward and sat upright. In the dark of the room, a pinpoint of red light caught her attention. It took a moment for her brain to process the information without the databanks of Naast'ika to aid her... but eventually she recognized the pinpoint of light for what it was. The targeting beam of a plasma cannon was pointed at her from the ceiling of the Pilot's Den. Naast'ika wanted her out.

It took her a few minutes... She wiped the slime of the Cognition Throne from her body. Cloth rags and cloth clothing laid in a heap upon the floor as Talia re-donned her Beskar'gam is silent shame at having violated the will and trust of Naast'ika, and in silent shock at being severed from the senses and consciousness of such a beautiful ship.

Naast'ika was far more of an amazing creature than she had ever given him credit for.



It didn't take much for Captain Tupu to realize what had happened. The massive blow to the head that Commander Kain had given the ship had managed to wake the beast from its slumber. The fact that her voice no longer responded to him, compounded by the rustling he heard coming from the Pilot's Den as the woman moved to re-don her armor, told the Captain that his ship was once again in control of its own actions. In a way, it was unfortunate. But considering the damage the experience had likely done to Commander Kain's psyche, he was momentarily glad to have Naast'ika back. "Junior Lieutenant Tersu, Ensign Rekama. Please plot a hyperspace course for N-2." Captain Tupu said quietly. "And in the meantime..." he continued with mildly piqued interest. "Commander Duke, what do you say we explore the remaining half of the wreckage? Find out exactly who attacked us and where they came from. Not to mention... I want to know what managed to knock out Naast'ika. Because it sure as feth wasn't that hunk of junk."

 

[Velok the Younger]

MED LAB
NOT FAR FROM QUARANTINED MEDCENTER
[member="Jericho"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Rave went along with Jericho's instructions willingly; as soon as the group entered the med lab, she wasted little time in drawing blood samples from herself and handing them over to the doctors for analysis. In return, she took a small portion of Spencer's antidote sample and a portion of the infected samples, and began doing what she did, without regard for the medical process, in a far corner of the lab. "Consider me a little think tank over here," she said absently, green light dancing around her hands. "Send [member="Silara Vantai"] to me when she arrives. I'll see what I can do from the alchemical angle. My kingdom for a decent pathogen buffet..."

Her head tilted slowly.

"I need someone's mouth. Right here, fething now."

 

[Mrrew]

(Sorry for another late reply)

Mrrew loomed over the fallen pirate, who was holding his shattered knee and swearing at the top of his lungs. He had little to no idea what kind of biological weapon they were talking about, and he was beginning to doubt this paticular pirate was anywhere high on the totem pole, but if he could be useful why not? It was nice to be able to do something useful. There wasn't many rancors to shoot in space. Mrrew leaned down over the pirate, giving a wide smile and deliberately showing even more of his giant fangs then normal. "You're going to cooperate. You're going to tell me how to clean up whatever mess your friends are making. Understood?" In response, he got another string of profanity, a few death threats, and a reach for the blaster at the pirate's belt. The blaster that promptly got snatched off his belt. Mrrew aimed it at the pirate's chest. His eyes went wide. "What is the antidote, and who has it?" The pirate opened his mouth, as if about to say something, but quickly clamped it shut. Mrrew put his finger on the trigger. The pirate was silent.

So Mrrew shot him.

Lucky for the pirate, he'd flicked the setting to stun when he'd taken it from his belt. The pirate fell limp, and Mrrew reached for his comlink. "Captain? I've got one of them. Have we figured anything out yet? Where do you want this guy?" Mrrew had no idea what was going on in the rest of the ship, whether they already had an antidote ready, whether half the ship was dead from whatever it was. THis is what happens when you chase pirates through hallways for half an hour.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Manu Xextos]

"Rave Merrill, are you my clone?" Manu rasped, after the biggest, girliest yell in history when Crewman Yancy's corpse talked to him. Rubbing the back of his neck, Manu stepped away from the corpse and slung the privacy curtain across the macabre scene. He saw his crew handling the samples and knew they'd be able to handle whatever challenge the toxin gave up. "Well I feel a whole lot more freaked out and confident. Please don't turn my morgue into a choir." That's when Spencer walked in.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"] had no biosuit. She walked in popping chocolates and holding a vial taken from raiders and Manu's silver eyes went wide. From the closed side of the quarantine, he took off his surgical gloves from the autopsy and binned them, stepping gingerly toward the floor to ceiling containment barricade between [member="Jericho"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Rave Merrill"] and the others and his contaminated ICU. "Is that your blood or theirs? Lt. Commander, did you touch them?" Manu looked up to the powerhouse woman with a blank glare. "Skin to skin contact is all the toxin needs to spread. Tell me you didn't touch them."

The air around Manu became an oppressive sheet hoarding his oxygen. Manu saw the walls tank to the side and grabbed on to Kavi's shoulder. "I . . I need to sit down." Raste pulled him to an empty biobed and helped the CMO sit down. The Healing Crystal of Fire amulet Manu wore around his neck glistened in a soft and compassionate blue, combatting the slick movement of the toxin through his bloodstream. Manu pulled an [member="Ilias Nytrau"] and with his hands on his knees, began to meditate. Doctor Kavi Raste checked his vitals and did a round of all the patients, closing the eyes of two and pulling their blankets over their blank, vacant faces. "You need an infected mouth, or uninfected?" Raste said to Rave.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Halls

While she had been lounging in her chair, looking over her things for some spare equipment that had been tucked into a drawer in her desk, she'd been given word of a sample being prepared for her - something that relieved her stress quite a bit, though tacked on some other uncertainties. However, all too soon had she began to relax while she waited when her face paled considerably. In her head she heard a voice of someone that she recalled from an expedition into a cavern full of crystals, and the smallest of her lightsabers that she had tucked into her suit earlier felt considerably more warm to the touch. Kark. When she had met [member="Rave Merrill"], it was a meeting of chance, and a lucky one at that. She'd discovered a Lignan crystal deposit while tailing the Silver Jedi for the Sith Intelligence, only to have been discovered by a group of radicals that had immediately set upon her with the clear intent to kill. Had it not been for Miss Merrill's intervention, timely as it was, she wouldn't have even been sitting at her desk right now.

Since that point, however, she'd become much more aware of whom Rave was in the sense of hearing of her rather hefty bounty, and the sudden intrusion on her thoughts with a message from the Alchemist was quite a bit more unnerving than it was enlightening. "I'll be right there.." She replied, letting out a groan as she stood up and then bolted to the door and penned her access code in. As she briskly ran down the hall and made her way to the stairs Silara wondered if she'd ever find a moment of peace. 'Kark no.' Came her thoughts, to which she couldn't help but giggle at. If there was any reason that Rave would want her rather than any other, she couldn't help but feel that somehow the experiment that had been performed on the Sith had spread to the ears of others, even though she had tried desperately to keep it under wraps - going to the extent of having a good friend of her alter her body prior to the expedition and her return to the public eye. In either case, she wasn't exactly certain of what to expect, but as she reached the hall where Merrill happened to be at, she was sure it wasn't going to be the least bit of fun.

Looking down at the plain floor, feeling the presence of her savior not too far from her, Silara's eyes closed briefly and then opened as she adopted a more somber expression and abandoned the stupid, vulnerable, mask of a personality that she'd worn for much of the day and for the weeks leading up to this day as she reminded herself that she wasn't just a blonde airhead scientist, she was a Sith. "Now where is that fething med lab." She grumbled as she kept her running pace even.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Manu Xextos"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

MED LAB
NOT FAR FROM QUARANTINED MEDCENTER

She glanced over at the transparisteel that separated the quarantined medcenter from the confirmed-healthy folks. "Any mouth will do. Feth, know what, might as well use mine." Quickly and professionally, she took a series of mouth swabs, split them into a dozen cultures (petri dishes being fairly low on raiders' lists of first aid supplies) and began accelerating their growth. A lot. Each culture got a subtly different set of alchemical stimuli. The average mouth contained something like five hundred strains of bacteria; exposed to samples of the pathogen, she performed a week's worth of experiments in about five minutes flat.

When amped up by her alchemical touch, three particular strains of mouth bacteria thrived in competition with the toxin. She combined those three in an eye-searing ball of wrongness, floating between her hands, without regard to what the rest of the lab's personnel might think. As [member="Silara Vantai"] ran in, Rave looked up.

"Good, you're here. I'm thinking you're the only one on the ship who might have a clue about alchemy, except for Jacobs here, and my guess is you're a metric fethton darker. Give me...mmm...thirty seconds of Force lightning. Or Force Drain, if you know it. Aim for my hands. Do not hit the ball."

She glanced around at the doctors.

"Don't mind us."

 

[Chloe Blake]

BRIDGE OF THE ABSOLUTION
[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]

Things were starting to speed up and progress. Good. A query to the Medical bay would bring Chloe's voice over the comm.

[ Lieutenant Whitelight, what's the status on that vial? ] she'd ask, gathering more reports by the second of the ship and that from the [member="Naast'ika Laaran"].

 

[Maya Carrick]

Call she could do was stare at the suppose what was she suppose to be. Wanting more then anything to shake her head back and forth what was unfolding be in front very own eyes. As if she was in some kind of daze to the fact what was going on. What puzzled her more then anything how this power was being used for good. No all that she been told and thought she knew about alchemical. Finding her name being called. "Whitelight, Master...whitelight are you going to answer that.", as she look once more at what was going on in the corner.

"mmmhmmm this is Whitelight ..we are working on something as we speak, I'll get back to you when I have something to report back, Blake.", as thumb it off. [SIZE=13.63636302948px][member="Chloe Blake"][/SIZE] Finding herself once again watching closely as lighting was brought into play. Stepping forward as she watch some more like that of more curious then anything else. It wasn't her first time seeing this form used. As if just by this own power being used her own tattoos seem that laid under her gown and the silver robes coming to a glow. Control all that was on her mind for now or was it going to have to be from now on.

Finding herself now closer to the on going, "How it coming over there, you need any help.", that last part came out a little slow then the rest. Giving a smile upon her lips, as she was done with her own part of the stuff. "The herbs are...ready..when every, your done, Miss.", [member="Rave Merrill"] then to the younger blonde miss that had join the darker hair lady. [member="Silara Vantai"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Med Lab
Gotta get out of here

Spencer pulled away from any attempt at her being quarantined. She looked towards the good doctor and waggled her fingers with a grin before popping another candy into her mouth. “I didn’t kill em with my bare hands if that’s what you’re talking about. Its their blood, I’m perfectly fine.” Shoving the chocolates back into her pocket after no one took any, she leaned against the wall of the room. Looking towards Rave and Silara she tilted her head.

“Ello, seems like you survived too. That’s good. Rave needs help it seems.” Looking towards the rest she smiled. “I have enough alchemized immunities in my system to kill whatever these guys had to offer. I’m perfectly fine.” Back pedaling towards the door, she waved her hand once more. “I need to wash these and I’ll be heading to the bridge. Seems you have more than enough help down here.” As she moved towards the door, she sneezed and looked towards the Zeltron in the room. "There's two of you guys on here?" Looking towards Manu she offered an explanation. "I'm allergic to Zeltrons. Blame Alchemy."

Making it to the door she turned and headed down the hallway towards the bridge. The problem was dealt with on her end, now it was up to the others to deal with it. She was needed on the bridge to help Jorus and Chloe find the rest of the raiders and find supplies on nearby systems. Using a small cloth from her back pocket she wiped the blood off and shoved it back into her pants. Her hands were wiped down and she used an index finger to radio [member="Chloe Blake"] .

"What's the status on the bridge? Have we found anything out there near us? "​

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Spoiler

[member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Silara Vantai"] [member="Manu Xextos"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Med-lab

The scene she found herself stumbling upon was anything but pleasant - the sight of blood, the scent of death, and an aura of pestilence. At one side of the room was [member="Spencer Jacobs"] giving her what she felt was a judgmental stare and in front of her was [member="Rave Merrill"], whom seemed to be performing some sort of alchemy - she was completely novice to anything in this spectrum of Sith magic, her only real experience being experimented on by several others, and a one-time deal with a particularly obnoxious boy. 'Just fething light the room up with lightning, Silara, you're good for petty things like that, aren't you?' Came the words in her head and for a brief moment she frowned. Perhaps her splintering psyche being experimented on hadn't been the best choice during her apprenticeship, but she'd have to deal with this developing issue later. "Right." Silara said monotonously, though whether she was voicing a reply to her inner thoughts or to Rave was beyond her.

Looking down at her hands as she raised them the blonde hazarded a grin and stripped her gloves from her hands, shutting off the emergency sealing protocol simultaneously. Glancing back up toward the raven-haired witch's hands, Silara sighed and closed her eyes for a brief moment - just long enough to gather her thoughts - before suddenly thrusting both of her open hands forwards in the air, eyes opening to reveal the yellowed, yet silvery, irises of someone whom had been corrupted by the dark side. A grunt escaped the Sith's lips as several arcs of black lightning left the tips of her fingers and branched out towards Rave's hands, the muscles on her arms tensing with her expression while she held out for the half-minute she was requested for. "May I inquire what it is, exactly, that I am participating in?" She proceeded to ask, her curiosity getting the better of her while lightning flowed from the tips of her fingers, from which she felt a tad bit of numbing albeit ignored.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Silara Vantai"]'s mildly annoyed resentment washed over Rave, and the alchemist grinned. "We're making life, Vantai. A strain of bacteria that will metabolize this particular toxin. I've had something similar inside me for, oh, fifteen years or so -- I used to spend too much time around people who liked to try and control people with pheromones, sex and attention. This particular strain is going to be a variant of a Sirella Valkner original, if you've ever heard of her. The Master your Masters' Masters feared, or one of them."

The telekinetically suspended lump found its way to a handful of petri dishes. Haphazardly, she added samples of the infection, then [member="Maya Whitelight"]'s herb mixture as a catalyst.

Visibly, nothing changed, but after a long moment she nodded in satisfaction.

"Between replicating the raiders' own antidote and metabolizing the nastier cases with what Doctor Whitelight and I just cooked up, my completely professional and not at all premature prognosis is that we're out of the woods."

OOC/ Note to all: Chapter Two is going live in the morning. New assignments, new puzzles, new challenges, stuff for everyone to do. Feel free to take a final post or two before then to wrap up if you like.

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

Naast'ika Laaran did his best to bring himself alongside the drifting piece of scrap that had formerly been a ship. He did as he was told... He pointed his Dovin Basal's on the far side of the wreckage and produced only a weak gravity field. As his captain had said it would, the wreckage and himself began drifting almost in unison towards the gravity well that, itself, was slowly drifting away. From within himself, he watched as a team of Marines was readied and loaded into a shuttle. Despite his youth and inexperience, Naast'ika was often quite attentive to the activities that took place within him. He wanted to learn from the Mandalorians that lived within him, each was as brave and capable a warrior as one could be and Naast'ika desired to be just like them. Brave and capable.

Yet something about the woman being in his head had troubled him. They way she thought, the things she did. Naast'ika played them over and over again as he accessed information on his databanks. She had used his body better than he did. She made him faster, more agile, and more deadly. More importantly, she had been braver than Naast'ika. He would have been afraid of the pirate ship. He would have shot at it from afar and sought to stay away from its guns. But she... She was brave and confident and fearless. She was everything that Naast'ika wanted to be. And it shamed Naast'ika to see how far he had to go before he could make his Mandalorian family proud.

These thoughts distracted Naast'ika to the extent that he had not even noticed the shuttle returning. His databanks told him they had been gone for thirty minutes while he and the wreckage had drifted through space in... silence. Captain Tupu gave Naast'ika instructions and Junior Lieutenant Tersu gave Naast'ika a set of coordinates. With a sad, quiet beep of compliance, Naast'ika set a course for N-2 and jumped to Hyperspace.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Med Bay Labs

Going back to work on her own herbs after which finding her part ready with some staff hand. Not letting what just took place go with out words. To find the right words would be the next question with this Healer. Smiling at both of them after what the the one Rave as the other lady that had used a form of black lighting.

"I don't know if I would go as far to say Doctor more of a Healer", giving a few more pauses. What had just happen wasn't more of puzzlement to her just that deep with in herself was what happen as after the Rave had stop using the gift of hers did the tattoo that was forge the way they had been stop heating up on her body. Giving to her by birth. That was for another time for them to talk now there was work to be done.

"If I may say I have learn maybe had my eyes open that wasn't before, Rave and Miss Vantai you there do wonderfully work yourself am glad for your assistant", it was her way of showing gratitude as she now looked at the way that the good doctor waited "Now if you excuse me please, I got a Doctor that needs this.", as she pick up some of the antidote.", as she when with out stopping to where [member="Manu Xextos"] was waiting no doubt.

[member="Silara Vantai"] [member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Chloe Blake]

BRIDGE OF ABSOLUTION

Confirmations would come in that they were ready to make the jump. The comm would flash to life, and incoming message from [member="Spencer Jacobs"].

Briefly Chloe would remember another time, but that would be pushed to the side. She gave an order for the overhead comm system to be activated.

[ This is Commander Blake, we will be jumping into hyperspace for N-2 with the intent to find provisions and a safe place to gather our bearings.

It is a planet of low technology, but with plenty of wildlife to suit our needs for the present time. Once we reach N-2, we will commence the assignments of the crew to aide in this endeavor.

For the present time, continue to keep your dragonskin suits activated until fully cleared by the Medical staff. ]

With a nod, she'd turn off the overhead comm and nod towards Helmsman [member="Celeste Leon"].

"Take us out."

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew was dragging the knocked out pirate through the hallways, making his way to wherever everyone else was, when he heard the announcment. N-2? He wasn't familiar with that one. Then again, he'd only been to one... he was just glad they weren't headed to NE-2. And Dragonskin suits? They were supposed to be using those? Mrrew frowned. He'd been issued one, sure. The largest one they had. Which still didn't fit the 8'1 Togorian. He'd left his in the dormitories... Mrrew shrugged. If he was goingt o be infected, he probably was already. He kept dragging the pirate off towards the nearest people, reading the signs ont he walls to figure out where the feth he was. This is why he hated starships.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Chapter Two​

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STRANGERS IN A STRANGE LAND​

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TAG WHICH TEAM YOU’RE IN​

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Team Aleph: Home Base
The Absolution has very limited food and medical supplies. However, the situation aboard ship is now stable and peaceful. The infection has been eradicated, the raiders have been captured or killed, and the ship’s systems are fully operational. Anyone who feels it would be more interesting or realistic to stay aboard ship may stay on the Absolution to help get it back on its feet and figure out our next move. Captain Merrill will be staying on the Absolution; Chief Engineer [member="Judah Dashiell"] and Engineering Officer [member="Anija Ordo"] are free to choose their own assignments as they see fit.

These assignments are not absolute. If you would be happier in a different team, please feel free to join a different team.

Team Besh: The Absolution Strikes Back
The Absolution’s long-range sensors and Ranger transceiver have located a raider base in the nearby NW-2 system. The planet’s inhabitants are Houks with a medieval level of technology; the raider base is in orbit, on a moon. The raiders have numerous, various starfighters and small capital ships. The raid will include two squadrons of Cutter-class Interceptors and two squadrons of Stormhammer-class fighter-bombers, along with a handful of personal transports and shuttles. If possible, board the raider base and secure whatever medical supplies may be there. If possible, capture at least one raider starship intact. Team lead is Commander [member="Chloe Blake"]. Potential team members are Chief [member="Ermac Laith"], [member="Nickolas Imura"], [member="Celeste Leon"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Catherine Maxwell"], [member="Silara Vantai"] and [member="Naast’ika Laaran"]. For his exemplary service and his role in saving the ship and coordinating security efforts, Chief Laith has been given Jorus' cortosis combat knife.

Team Cresh: Away Team One
The Absolution has very limited food and medical supplies. The N-2 system, dominated by a Stone Age Barabel tribal community, is home to immense herds of millions of nerfs. The apex predator is the nexu. Team Cresh will take a dozen Niathal-class shuttles and secure food by hunting nerfs in the grasslands. Team Leads are Specialists [member="Mrrew"] and [member="Jaani Doosun"]. Potential team members are Quartermaster [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Gabriel Itera"], [member="Lucifer Erebus"], and [member="Lord Daemos"].
Note: For exemplary service and for saving the captain's life, Specialist Mrrew has been given a memento of sorts: Jorus' shotgun and his supply of shells. Shotgun | Shells | Lix Rounds | Pulse Shells.


Team Desh: Away Team Two
Team Desh is responsible for evaluating and securing vegetables, grain, and medicinal herbs from the Barabel tribes of N-2. The tribes are struggling with a slower-burning version of the same infection that the Absolution just eradicated. Team Desh has the antidote; the problem, though, is that the Barabel tribes remember the plague coming from space travellers, and are deeply unwilling to trust injections.
Doctor [member="Manu Xextos"] is team leader. Potential team members are [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"], [member="Pibit"], [member="Seanna Vel"], and [member="Jericho"]. Team Desh's transportation is a handful of Niathal-class shuttles.