First Order: All Hallow's Eve [Dominion of Red Nebula and Gehenna]

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective 3
Location: Red Nebula
Allies: First Order and friends
Enemies: Zombies
Post: 8/25

"Set course for Dosuun, no Instinctive Astrogation please"

"Roger" the neophyte told Dunames.

"Their communications array truly was disabled, captain. Besides, they have activated their self-destruct sequence"

"Stay clear of the FIV Abdicator!"

The Ultima was readying its hyperdrive, while the power readings spiked from that nearby ship; Dunames would have been able to microjump for extraction but she did not trust that Ren acolyte for making microjumps with such a large cargo ship. Although she did see a Ren make a microjump once or twice, she couldn't trust that neophyte to do so: that neophyte was the one using Instinctive Astrogation in such a faulty manner that they arrived in the Red Nebula, where zombies were using the ventral hangar to board the ship, but for some reason that guy's guilty conscience won out and he made use of the navicomputer to plot a course for Dosuun. Hopefully they won't get caught in the blast of the Abdicator's explosion. As it began to pull away, the navicomputer of the Ultima began to plot a course for Dosuun, with no mishaps from the neophyte as Dunames nervously watched the Tunroth enter the coordinates of the endpoint.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Red Nebula, ICE HQ
Objective 3: The Times A'Rollin'
People of Interest: [member="Asharad Graush"]
|4|

"Mister Graush, welcome." Irani greeted, before gesturing for him to take a seat. He himself stood, a large view port giving quite the view of the red star in the distance of the Red Nebula. Yes, a good view, because it gave the men and women of the Galaxy a certain amount of perspective on their position within said Galaxy.

Made them feel small in comparison.

Less immortal, less all-knowing and more focused on the here and now.

"How may Iron Crown help you today?"

Arms crossed themselves behind his back, yet, his eyes were still locked on that red star.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: ICE HQ
Objective 3
People of Interest: [member="Darell Irani"]
Post 6 or 7.

There was a nod of A'sharad's head in greeting when the Executive greeted him. Of course, he didn't see that, not visually, but the young Sith Knight suspected that he knew he was acknowledged. Or, he merely didn't care. The corner of his lip twitched as he looked at the back of the man. While he looked about the room, he slowly made his progress towards the viewport that was being looked out of.

A pretty image. Bright, undoubtedly. Pointless to stare at all that.

How best to put this straight to the point?

"Vitiate is located within the Unknown Regions," he started, an odd point to begin, no? "Much of the Galaxy has been freed up because of the One Sith. Many have no doubt fled into the Unknown Regions. Dangerous people, ones that would create a disturbance," he explained as he finally got within a few metres of Darell and continued towards the window until he was right beside him. "The same could be said for those that would potentially hunt them, or exploit my company's planet, or harm its occupants," he said, refraining from the standard shrug of his shoulders.

"Vitiate requests the aid of Iron Crown Enterprises should the day come that the planet, Tantorus, is threatened." There was limited information on the planet to the outside Galaxy. Likely none, considering that it still existed, even with the resurgence of the Sith Empire in the form of the One Sith. That's how his father, Darth Acarus had been recruited to the One Sith. They had claimed the planet and enlisted the Sith Purebloods of the planet.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Red Nebula, ICE HQ
Objective 3: The Times A'Rollin'
People of Interest: [member="Asharad Graush"]
|5|

"Tantorus?" For a brief moment he pondered, before from the recesses of his mind a name floated up.

The Star Kingdom, Arcis, Pureblood Sith- lots of them.

To Darell Irani this was meaningless, but to Ovmar it had been everything. Old friends with old plots and older claims, yet, nothing lasts forever he supposed. It mattered little now, what mattered was the request put forward right now by Graush and what a strange request it was.

He had been assuming this would be a more standard contract.

The reason they met face-to-face, instead of through intermediaries was schedule convenience -- he had already been here -- and his relationship with [member="Natasi Fortan"] and her government.

"I will admit, I am marginally confused, mister Graush." Darell finally responded. "Why Iron Crown? And perhaps more prudently; what's in it for it?"

 

[Asharad Graush]

[member="Darell Irani"]
Post 7 or 8

A'sharad had ceased looking upon the back of Darell when he had come up alongside him and began to look out the window with him. With the lack of movement outside, his golden orbs hardly needed to flicker about as they typically need when taking in a new environment. It was... Different, from what he was typically used to while he was on the battlefield. There were always ships flying overhead, blaster bolts coming too close for comfort, explosions too.

But then there was just... This.

Silence. Almost nothing.

It was peaceful to say the least.

He hated it.

"Vitiate aids the First Order alongside Iron Crown. Your company is widespread throughout the Galaxy. Well known. What sort of government would challenge Iron Crown if it sought to succeed in the Galaxy?" There was a clearing of A'sharad's throat after the proclamation. "Protection from those who would think to take advantage of a company." Anyone would be able to see that it'd benefit Vitiate more than Iron Crown, yet, A'sharad sought out war, but not in the name of his company. No, that would jeopardize all he had built. It'd be a foolish mistake.

"Partnerships in future Vitiate projects," the Sith Colonel said. Hardly something to be of interest to a company as large as Iron Crown. Yet, A'sharad Graush had a hint of something in his eyes. Something that suggested he plans. Plans larger than any mere Colonel, should have.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective 3
Location: Red Nebula
Allies: First Order and friends
Enemies: Zombies
Post: 9/25

"Lightspeed!" the Tunroth neophyte told Dunames.

"Did you use the navicomputer?"

"I'm out of power, what did you expect? Me to try Instinctive Astrogation again? Yes, I used the navicomputer"

"Good"

As the Tunroth initiated the sequence for the hyperdrive to fly to Dosuun, with the Tunroth having made proper usage of it, Dunames began to wonder what kind of Ren and how far along in his training he was. But the Star Tours Guide to Force Specialties, while helpful, is rather... bare-bones. All it tells one is what the specialties are and the characteristics often associated with their practitioners: it tells nothing about what to expect of said specialty as they progress as Force-users. But the ship went through hyperspace, and all she had to do was to wait-and-see. And go back to bed while the droid cleaning crews were cleaning up the mess left behind by the zombies as they prepared to leave the system. It was probably better for us not to assist the Abdicator, Dunames thought, when her own ship actually left the system and made its jump to hyperspace.

"Hehe: now to operate an adventure tour to Gehenna and the Dead Nebula, called the Sole Survivor!"

 

[Ria Misrani]

Orentho was nowhere, near the skill level that Ms. Typhos displayed, but by the Ascendancy he was going to give it his best. Firing off his hold out blaster when he could, the Chiss agent just did his best to stay out of her way. And as he watched he wondered if he could adopt whatever training program Archangel was using on the FOSB's own. Then of course, there was quite the demonstration of head ripping, "by the blue..." he let slip and he looked over to his comrade Mr. Falkrowe maintaining his composure, "come on then, Mr. Falkrowe." As aforementioned, that while they had escaped the storm, and now as these Reavers were dealt with mostly by [member="Enyo Typhos"]. He wondered just how his comrade would fare in this ... Skirmish? His only regret was that he did not bring a trusty rifle of sorts, slugthrower preferably. Still, here he was deep in enemy territory with little but well, but the hold out blaster. Not as if he hadn't been in this situation before, but normally they were against things he had had time to study. @Jude Falkrowe, his comrade or rather agent in arms, the Chiss gives him but a look over his shoulder.

Objective Gehenna​

 

[Basileus Isauros]

Objective: 3
[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

"All shuttles keep your distance from the Abdicator. Scan and retrieve escape pods. Establish communications with them before retrieving them."

Basileus switches his comm's frequency to open.

"I am Commander Basileus Isauros, I will retrieve clean survivors from escape pods. I will have to put everyone into quarantine before you are allowed to enter my ship and I trust you will not make anything difficult. All ships within the area, you are not to approach ship unless I receive word from Admiral Graf saying otherwise."

Basileus noticed a ship approaching, he hailed it.

"Imperial Ship Negotiating, do not approach the Abdicator, the ship has been abandoned and is on a countdown to self-destruct. Do not enter the ship, it has been completely compromised."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Abdicator.Second Checkpoint.
Objective 3
Enemies: Zombies
[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

Post 5

Thomas's form twisted from all sides surrounded by the merciless horde of the undead. He twisted his blades,and chopped heads,and limbs off. The creatures try to pierce through his armor,but they cannot no matter how hard they try,all they are successful at doing is provoking Kyrel's anger. As he keeps moving the surviving stormtroopers and Sarah fire their blasters.,and assist in their plight to hold the checkpoint. He avoided the shot's and continued his onslaught. Even though most of him was cybernetic he knew he could not hold out forever,more and more swarmed as he tried to head to the door,but it was all in vain. The undead troopers were filling up the entry way,and even though kyrel was using all of his might to defend the area it was no use they have broken through. Minute after minute he was getting swarmed,and more just kept flooding in. He finally went back to where the group was,and shouted to them while the zombies were gnawing at his blades. "Go get out of here now!! They're are too many of them!"

He than heard the voice of the Admiral shout over the comm. All of the crew had to abandon ship,as their was too many undead and not enough living. He than ran leading the group across the dark hallways avoiding the horde of their enemy that was growing trying to get out of their alive. When they finally reached the pods he escorted most inside,and then the horde finally caught up to them. He was about to get into the pilot's seat when a trooper trying to get in was experiancing difficulty doing so. As the hands of the undead were grabbing at the man pulling him from the entrance into the pod the man kept screaming and shouting. No Please help me,Please!!!" His voice saturated with fear. Than he was gone within moments,even with the help of his two friends their was no saving him,and all that could be heard was the violent blood curdling screams,and him being ripped open and feasted upon. After that Kyrel punches the activation button launching the pod,and then focused on strapping himself in. The pod finally emerges into the black emptiness of space just drifting their and waiting for perhaps someone to pick them up if help will come at all.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Sarah shivered as she shot and shot and shot as each time one fell more came, she had one charge her as she was pinned to the ground, she put the blaster in its mouth and fired spraying goo and organic matter all over her and anyone behind the zombie

She pushed it off as she hurried and got up heading for the pods, she followed as [member="Darth Veles"] ran past, she didn't think she just followed him as she jumped in his pod looking out as she got in the pilot seat and once it was filled ejected them as she laid her head back panting and shaking" man what the hell what the hell first the Omega now this?! She seemed to almost hyperventilate

Post 5

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Post VII
Objective III: Investigate distress signal
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"] | [member="Zee"] | [member="Erich Arnstein"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Wolf"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Thomas Kyrel"] | [member="Iroatas"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="MK-1488"] | [member="Halcyon Greenslade"] | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

The ship was a mess.

Stormtroopers were sprinting down hallways and struggling to get into escape pods before others launched them. Corpses were roaming the hallways, some still feasting on the fallen crew of the Abdicator. A good percentage of the uninfected had already jumped ship when the admiral announced that the self destruct sequence had been activated, with only a few remaining, either trapped by the undead or trying to save their comrades from incineration or worse, reanimation. Tanomas had to watch helplessly as a boy, freshly 18 and out of the academy, took his own life with a blaster instead of being taken by the undead that had surrounded him.

Graf huffed, and checked his wristpad, he had exactly three minutes to escape himself. The old man bolted down a corridor, surprisingly fast for an man of his age and occupation. He entered one of the escape pod bays in the starboard section of the ship, which was fortunately clear of the shambling corpses, for now. Many of the pods had already been taken by members of the crew, but a few went untouched. He opened one and his heart nearly exploded as he felt something impact his leg plate and a sharp pain, a zombie had scratched him.

The aged admiral shot the vile corpse without a second thought and threw the corpse out of the pod, giving a defeated stare at the circular durasteel pod wall. Taking off his helmet he threw it aside along with his blaster. He sealed the hatch and sat down next to the control panel, already feeling something surging in his body. Graf quickly tapped one of the buttons of the panel but to no avail, the launching mechanism was jammed.

Another check of his pad showed 10 seconds. Slamming his fist down on the console, Tanomas screamed "YOU'VE TAKEN MY WIFE! MY MEN! MY SHIPS! TAKE ME ALREADY DEATH! TAKE ME! TAKE ME!!!!!!"

His yells were drowned out as an explosion rocked the ship. More soon followed as a fiery inferno spread throughout the star destroyer, eradicating its living and non-living inhabitants. In the quiet void of space, the Abdicator erupted into a fireball mixed. The hypermatter, released and exposed to the explosive force, reacted. Everything froze for a single second until the recently destroyed debris was sucked into a single point and imploded, leaving a bright blue light in its wake and then nothing.

Spoiler

We'll be continuing this in another thread, where you all can post how you escaped the destruction of the Abdicator!

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Post 4
Objective III: Investigate distress signal
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Basileus Isauros "]

This Governors Star Destroyer was closing in on the Imperial Star Destroyer, it was a sight to see. The scanning station turned to Jaster, "Governor, thats the Star Destroyer 'Abdicator", Admiral Grafs flagship." The officer then turned back to his station and returned to work.

Jaster recognized that name and the ship. Both were well respected within the First Order and to loose either the ship or the Admiral would be a huge loss. Jaster slammed his fist against the counsel before him, bending the metal around his armored hand. The governor recover his hand as the transmission came in from Basileous, a warning to stay away, Funny.

The armored menace responded the message, "Commander Basileous, this is a Government Issue, stand down no-"

Jaster was cut off by the explosion of the Star Destroyer and the ejection of dozens of escape pods. This was turning into a failure for the mission and project. He was still broadcasting, "The 'Negotiation' will take lead on this mission Commander Basileous, we have the resources to clean this mess up, that is an order Commander, begin rescue missions and bring them to my ship, we will have a containment center and medical personal in the Hanger." His ship began to move toward the debris and recovery ships headed to Basileous command ship for orders.

He moved to the back of the bridge and several soldiers in black armor turned to face the Governor, then saluted. Jaster began to speak to these soldiers in a whisper, "Retrieve a sample of the virus, that is the utmost important thing in this whole mess, go."