First Order: Blackwing Virus [Dominion of Mephout and Seoul]

[Lucien Galtier]

Lucien gripped his guitar like a battle axe. With every swing the strings strummed the sweet symphony of death. He, being among the audience, found himself farther from the exits then the judges and the high ranking diplomats. So he had to fight through a mob of the dead. He swung his guitar again and a rotting head collapsed accordingly. Slowly he made his way through the seething group of animated corpses until finally he reached the stage.

"One hell of a show," Lucien whispered to himself as he stood atop the stage observing the carnage. His suit was torn and had a smattering of blood all over it. Well their goes my deposit. The panicked crowd rushed the exits as the horde began to crawl on to the stage. A few of the dead ran past Lucien opting for easier prey. The Sargent made his way to the exits himself and began throwing people out of his path and into the open arms of the dead. He didn't have to be the fastest, he just had to strong arm anyone who got in his way.

He finally made it through the exits and into the open streets of Seoul. Vehicles sat abandoned all over the road. Sirens wailed and lights flashed. The police had arrived all though it was evident they hadn't done khark. Secure a better weapon. Lucien watched as the scared mob of the living began to follow an officer only for the man to become infected himself. Well I won't be going that way. Lucien made an abrupt turn and spotted another officer. This one was chasing a woman up a ladder and he had a fully operational scatter gun hanging from his neck. Lucien decided to take advantage of the moment and surprise the zombie with a swift bash on the head. His guitar rang out in a beautiful chorus as the dead mans head caved in. Lucien stooped over the corpse and grabbed the riot gun, as he turned to leave he gave the woman a curt salute then trotted down the street.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Mephout
Objective: 1
[member="Wolf"]

Not only he could see the ruthlessly approaching giant, threatening to crush the escape pod with its infinite strength – Veles felt it through the Force, a subtle ache in the back of his mind. What awaited him in the next minutes? Mere death? Or perhaps he’d emerge as a desecrated sack of flesh and bone, bound by foul Sith alchemy. Such option frightened him – Veles desperately wished to avoid being infected. Even death was better than losing oneself to the aggressive Sith creation feasting on mind and body alike. After all, he had killed himself many years ago – he could do it again and test his will against the Void’s cold grasp once more. The risk of eternal damnation was too high though and thus he’d do his best to live through this.

Sudden and flashing, a foreboding red light spread across the small, confined space and urged its passengers to ready themselves.

Chasing all thoughts of infection away and fully focused on the present, Veles rose from his meditative stance and strapped himself in the nearest seat, bracing for the inevitable. Whatever happened next, the power of the dark side lied in his grasp, on a leash similar to that wrapped around the Ren. Face stoic, he telekinetically placed [member="Wolf"]’s undead form into the seats on the far end, restraining him as well; Veles had no desire for the man to wildly fly around. Even though infinitely harmless thanks to Odojinya’s effects, removing all danger of taking a bite, Wolfgang's blood still harboured the dangerous and deadly virus waiting to be spilled all over and infect everyone foolish enough to touch it.

Becoming a mere speck of dust in comparison with the planet, the escape pod impacted Mephout’s ground with a thunderous crash, ripping through blue skies like a burning spear. No miracle stopped it from burying itself into the soil, not even its thrusters; solid plates of durasteel bent and cracked, moaning in torturous pain, everything shook, he hit his head. For a moment, Veles thought this to be the end. No; with his eyes closed, the amphibious Sith managed to find focus in the Force, anchor himself in the dark side’s depths and use that to resist the sudden nausea punching his stomach. He had to stay fit, conscious – while Veles had never experienced casting the ancient incantation and passing out, he didn’t want to find out now. What followed was next a sharp pain in his back, entering him and exiting through the abdomen.

Eyeing this foreign, strangely shaped object with disbelief and shock mixing in his large orbs, he refused to believe the crimson paint upon this twisted shard protruding from the escape pod belonged to him. One look towards the Ren as if blaming him for this and all went black.

 

[WD-334]

Location: Mephout
Post: I

After it's visitation to the last planet, the searching War Droid continued to go across the galaxy. It never found any existing sign of the old Empire, having missed the First Order on the last system. However, it had heard of this faction upon arrival to Mephout. Going with common sense (or whatever a droid has as common sense) it believed that perhaps this faction would know of the Old Empire, and whether it still existed.

That was the plan. Find this First Order, find out about the Empire and go find whatever remained. But some time after arrival, something had begun happening. Life signs were...odd. Fluctuating. Something was dreadfully wrong. But it had an objective, and the absence of people would not interrupt it finding the First Order. Even if things were only going to get worse.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 4
Location: Seoul
Phase: 2

Where normal humans once stood, rotting bags of flesh and bone were now rising. Even Supreme Commander Vaas had never seen a situation descend into utter chaos this rapidly. How did things turn so bad so quickly?

They had made it backstage, but already people seemed to be looking to the Supreme Commander for guidance - maybe because he was the only one armed in the entire building. A few other nameless souls escaped backstage with them, but Marzena's former bandmate was not among them. He was going to try to corral her into the safe hallway with them, but when Ludolf looked back a second time, she was already gone.

He and Marzena stood in the hallway, with a few other huddled masses behind them, while Ludolf kept his pistol held at the ready. When the security guard appeared, Vaas was happy to see some law enforcement which could potentially handle the situation. He couldn't understand a word the man was saying; thankfully there was [member="Marzena Choi"] for that.

"A sickness?" Ludolf repeated. "I've never seen any virus spread this rapidly. Airborne, or..."

Unfortunately, there wasn't time enough to respond. It seemed that the security guard had pulled in some unwanted beasts behind him; formerly human, now soulless undead. In an instant they were upon him. Ludolf did all he could; he discharged his blaster, the pang of which echoed loudly throughout the small hallway, as the beam blew the zombie's head clean off. It was too late for the security officer, though. He had been infected, and before Ludolf's eyes he could see the transformation taking full effect. Vaas had no choice but to aim his blaster down again at the writhing officer. Another loud pang and flash came from his blaster as he ended the man.

With the toe of his boot, he extended it outward and slid the officer's gun across the floor toward him, and picked it up. Flipping it around, he offered the handle to Marzena.

"Have you used one of these before?" What was he saying... of course she hadn't. Ludolf felt partially responsible foro Marzena's lack of training in that moment; he should have prepared her with some basic competency with a blaster during their time together. Then again, how could he have foreseen a situation like this would happen? "Look, just... just grip it with both hands. Don't point it at anything unless you intend to kill it. The safety's off."

Leaning in, he gave Marzena a reassuring brush along the neck and shoulder with his hand.

 

[Perth Levov]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NXkM8PsPXs

As she descended towards the planet’s surface. Perth considered the options.

The first was that she’d simply misheard whatever was said. It was entirely possible but did not explain the silence on standard frequencies or the earlier reports.

The second was that she heard the word right but that it was a different definition. But her counter argument to her first hypothesis held true. Whatever it was, it was big.

The third option was that the First Order would have whatever it was contained by now. Maybe it was just localised or they had some way of negating the effects. Maybe they were conducting an exercise? The former did not explain the silence and the latter was not positive in any way.

Which led her to believe that she was facing a tricky situation. The coordinates she had identified suggested an out of the way place. An old church in fact, on the outskirts of a village. With any luck she could be in and out before anyone noticed her.

So she landed and was pleased that it was night where she was. There was comfort in the dark, she was less visible – even if that cut down her chances of seeing others.

In the end, it took her less than a minute to realize how much trouble she was truly in.

She did not believe in fate or any kind of galactic justice: in her experience, whatever happened, happened. Life worked that way. The strong survived and the weak did not. Innocence, goodness – even being evil – mattered not a jot.

As she approached the doors to the church, she could see the village in the near distance. Lights were on and smoke rose from the occasional chimney. It looked a typical rural community – no doubt plenty of small-holdings and craftsmen. As she turned her attention back to the high wooden doors in front of her, she heard it.

Screams.

They were not random sounds, they rose and fell, oscillating in the wind, rising from different directions.

Yet it was the silence in between that made her the most uneasy.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Character: Dash Fisko​

Post 3​

Location: Seoul | Auditorium | Phase II​

In Vicinity: [member="Sage Annel"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Marzena Choi"] | [member="Hannabeth Yun"]​

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Dash took a deep breath as he turned back to the crowds briefly, what he saw there made his stomach turn. He may have been a little rough around the edges but he wasn't a gore-freak and the sight of the pale rotting mass of bodies pushing into the crowd caused his stomach to lurch but he held it together. In a moment Sage had caught up to him and his switchblade flashed, blade biting deep into the rope holding the counter-weight. It may not have been the most subtle way to get to the catwalk but it worked, the intertwined pair shooting up towards the catwalk as the piece of set equipment on the other end of the rope crashing into the rear part of the stage. Dash's eyes scanned the stage as they ascended, he could see the noise had drawn several slowly moving Zeds towards where the set had fallen, their gangly arms outstretched as they searched for prey. Dash could see what the creatures had done to several of the occupants of the auditorium, their bodies being defiled as teeth broke flesh and hit bone, crimson staining everything. It made him feel dizzy for a second. Thankfully he could no longer see it, an abrupt jolt as their short journey ended. Sage had quickly, if not nimbly, leaped from the rope as they reached the top, Dash hadn't been so prepared. As the rope suddenly lost it's forward momentum his body kept moving just long enough for him to almost lose his grip, scrambling to hold on as it swayed from the pulled mounted above. The rope would hold his weight for now, but if the rope were to give out he'd fall to the stage, a sizeable drop.

Somewhat awkwardly he kicked his legs, wrapping his foot around the guardrail of the above-stage catwalk. Pulling himself closer to it so he could release the rope, the edges of Dash's lips turned up into a smirk. Holding his feet around the guardrail he brought himself closer, releasing the rope as he clambered onto the metal walkway. There. Looking below he could already see more of the creatures making their way onto the stage itself, he suddenly felt very glad that they'd both made it up above the rabble. Looking to Sage, he realized she'd lost one of her shoes. That could make things more difficult, or easier he supposed. Heels weren't exactly the best running choice. Glancing down at his own feet he grinned. He was rarely found wearing anything but his trusted boots and today was no different. Their hard soles and thick leather would likely serve him well as they had for years. A muted expression of concern crossed his face as he noticed the woman checking her legs. *Ah, that's what that clang was*.

"You alright?"

Nervously glancing around he noticed a staircase on the opposite side of the stage, already the shuffling dead seemed to be sniffing them out, a few of the animated corpses making their way up the first small flight. Frantically he looked around, there had to be an exit from up here, if not they would be in some serious trouble. He heard Sage's voice, her question drawing his attention. The curtain, it looked as if some of the creatures were already pushing up onto the stage, to drop the curtain now would likely buy anyone backstage a little more time, but they were on the clock. A loud clatter could be heard, his eyes snapping back to the stairs leading to the catwalk. Who did that anyway, weren't these things supposed to have ladders? He didn't have time to chase his thoughts down rabbit holes. Forcing himself back into the present he chewed the inside of his cheek.

"I don't think we have time." Noticing the spike of the woman's shoe he smirked. "Gonna hit one of them baddies with that?" He shrugged, giving the woman a playful smile despite their quite serious situation. Nodding his head deeper into the catwalks he turned. "There should be an entrance, or at very least an exit to the outside somewhere up here, don't you think? Can't afford to dilly-dally with the curtain."

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Location: Seoul
Phase: 2
Post: 6
([member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Lucien Galtier"], [member="Sage Annel"], [member="Hannabeth Yun"])

It would have been a beautiful night on the city-world, if not for the horrific scenes playing out across Sejong City and the surrounding areas. The sun was lowering down below the skyline; above, the sky was streaked with color. Dark figures walked the streets, uniformed men and women of the Seoularian Police. Though, there was only so much they could do to fight against the spread of the sickness. The public had been warned, and advised to stay within the safety of their homes. But truly, doors and windows would do little to stop the undead. The areas in the city that were once bustling with people, were now swarming with infected, and the horde was spreading.

Of course, there were still some souls that braved the coming darkness. Some that wished to defend their families, others that made a desperate run for supplies, and a few that wanted only to add to the chaos.

It was only a matter of time...

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Marzena took a step backwards, moving slightly behind the tall form of [member="Ludolf Vaas"]. Her hands reached out and gripped the back of his officer’s coat. She let out a startled cry at the sound of his blaster firing, and squeezed her eyes shut. Slowly, she rose up on her toes to peer over the Supreme Commander’s broad shoulder. The sight left before them was gruesome, to say the least. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, and her hands clenched the fabric of Ludolf’s coat even tighter. There was blood pooling on the ground, a head that had been separated from its body, and the crumpled, contorted form of the security officer. They hardly looked human now.

She was horrified, seconds away from breaking to pieces.

Slowly, Marzena stepped back to the Supreme Commander’s side. She wanted him to take her in his arms and tell her that everything would be fine. Instead, she found him offering her a blaster. For a moment she could only look at him, and then her gaze shifted down to the weapon. “Ludolf, no...” She started to protest, uncomfortable with the thought of having to actually shoot someone. She was not a soldier, and she was not battle hardened like the Supreme Commander. Marzena forced herself to look down at the mess of bodies on the floor. Gingerly, her fingers began to curl around the blaster. She had to remind herself that Ludolf was not trying to be hard on her; this really was life or death.

Marzena felt him lean closer, her eyes closed for a moment as his hand gently slid along her neck. She drew in a deep breath and squared her shoulders. When her eyes opened, she looked up to meet his icy blue gaze. She offered him a weak smile, and a small nod to signal that she understood his instructions. Marzena would try her best to be strong – for Ludolf, and for their child.

“What do we do now?”

 

[Ria Misrani]

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNKfVoJsANY[/media]​

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Post Seven, Stage 3
Seoul - Rooftop

Anna looked over the city from the rooftop and turned her attention toward the stadium and watched as it began to burn the screams of those trying to escape it could be heard, and the sounds of weapons fire could also be heard. She realized her chances of survival up here were slim, she needed to get out of here and fast. She was wearing a dress and heels, what good was that going to do her? Anna looked around and spotted a hatch and then looked behind her as she saw something move, the undead could climb ladders? No... She saw the ladder shake as a large ungodly looking crawler appeared she screamed and went down the rooftop's hatch and the ungodly figured followed her down and quickly!

She found herself on one of the many catwalks above the stage and didn't bother looking back, she could hear the thing behind her and below? More of them, and as if that weren't enough something else was in the Auditorium. Something else - a cry could be heard, a whimper, a whimper crying begging for help...

Meanwhile, outside of the Auditorium as the night fell the undead numbers were not only rising but the number of larger mutated forms of dead were also growing. The streets rumbled and you can feel the earth shake, quake, but yet most everything was still. A hulk of the undead could be seen in the distance his shadow preceded him and he could be heard pummeling into his own kind. Beyond that other creatures began to emerge, for humans were not the only undead here now; the virus was spreading throughout the city-planet it wanted to survive...

OOC:

Spoiler

For those on the city-planet surface, you are now basically going to have to find a way to survive. Do not make sudden noises like set off alarms, and do not look at the undead, you can head to the police station if you like there's one within the quarantine zone. Find medical packs, stims, do what you can to survive, the number of undead has more than doubled, good luck.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 5
Location: Seoul
Stage: 3

Ludolf hugged Marzena tightly against his breast.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright," He whispered to her. He knew that he couldn't really guarantee that outcome, but Ludolf saw the fear in Marzena's eyes and had to do something. She would operate much more effectively without being paralyzed by fear. His hand ran down her back gently before he pulled away.

"We need to find a comm system somewhere. I can radio the fleet and we can escape," Ludolf said.

He began to move down the hallway, blaster held in both hands at his side and ready to be brought up at any second. A few stragglers from the auditorium were still following Ludolf and [member="Marzena Choi"]. There was a door at the end of the corridor, and just what Ludolf was looking for; a rear exit. Vaas chanced to push the door open slowly, and stuck an eye through the crack in the door. The city streets were barren of life. Instead, here and there, they were dotted with the hulking masses of lumbering undead. Beyond, he could see the police station. That must have been where the officer they had just run into had come from. Ludolf pushed the door open a little further.

"If we can get to that station, we'll find a communicator," He whispered back to Marzena. "They haven't noticed us yet. Be quiet."

Slowly he crept forward, keeping his back against the dark alleyway wall.

 

[Imperial Fox]

I'd land my Custom TIE Fighter "This thing is outdated." A Few Mysterious Figures Would To Me "Wait stop right there!" The Shadows Would Go Away Revealing That Is A Zombie "BLAST EM!" Few Of My Comrades Would Grab Their E-11 Blasters And Z-6 Minigun *They Would Fire It so quickly* COME ON LET'S GO TO THE SHIP AND LAND SOMEWHERE ELSE!"

We would land in the police station "Dammit rusty city you could just saved us."

"Oh look fellow survivors fighting to get supplies Ken,Mars BLAST EM!"

2 Of the survivors died. "Good Job now where is ou-"

3 TIE FIGHTERS THAT I OWN BLOWN UP "WHAT THE BLAST THAT GUY!'' The 1 Survivor Would Be A First Order Patrolling The City "You Suck."

I'd would Call Furser Here To Pick Us Up Furser:Alright i'm almost there!

The Ship Would Land

"GO GO GO!"

"Never going here again."

We flied to tatooine THE END

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Location: Seoul
Phase: 3
Post: 7

Marzena sank against [member="Ludolf Vaas"], taking refuge in his embrace. She squeezed her eyes shut against his shoulder, silently trying to draw strength from the Supreme Commander’s calm presence. Deep down, she knew that the situation was far beyond their control. But she heard his reassuring words, and believed them. They would get through this together. Her hand rose to wipe her cheeks as Ludolf gently pulled away, and she tried her hardest to wear a brave face.

“Okay, let’s go.” She said, offering him a steady nod.

Marzena followed behind Ludolf’s black-clad form, her eyes darted about the hallway. Her hands were far less confident and experienced when it came to handling a blaster, but she attempted to hold hers in the same fashion as the Supreme Commander. She set each step carefully upon the floor, trying to keep her heeled shoes from clicking loudly. Marzena could hear the muffled sound of crying, and glanced over her shoulder at the few that brought up the rear. Her eyes widened slightly as Ludolf cracked the door open, and she held her breath as he began to slip outside.

Slowly, Marzena edged her way out after him, and pressed against wall behind them. She brought an index finger to her lips to signal to the others that they needed to be as quiet as possible. A man and two women came outside next, and they let the door close with a soft ‘click’. Her heart was pounding. The police station was visible, but there were a few dark streets that stood between them and their goal. It would have been a distance easily traveled, but the presence of the walking dead would definitely make it a challenge.

For the moment they were unnoticed, but what would happened when that changed? Marzena didn’t really want to know...

 

[Ria Misrani]

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AW4vejDcVe8[/media]​

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The Red Nebula survivor landed and has begun to spread the virus throughout Mephout members of the First Order Army and FOSB realize that attempting to quarantine is beyond pointless, however; getting back off Mephout is going to prove even trickier than getting here. Communications are down but there is an old base nearby, unfortunately it too is overrun with the undead of various strengths and sizes.... Will they be able to survive until they can call for help?

 

[Asharad Graush]

Mephout City.
Post Three.
Stage Three.

Something was wrong.

There had been an outbreak on Mephout. That's why it was all quiet. A'sharad realized this, but he kept it to himself. The stormtroopers all throughout the city had their orders. Shoot to kill anything that didn't have some form of sense.

"Sir," he heard in his holocomm. "We have two blips on our scanners," the voice said. It took him a moment to realize that it was Ensign Whatshiface from the bridge on the Wolf's Maw in orbit.

"Speak," he ordered, to which he learned that there was an escape pod entering atmosphere. [member="Tanomas Graf"]'s, but as to who was inside exactly wasn't known, they'd have to investigate to figure that out. But then the ensign had continued on to describe a distress beacon from an escape pod too. This one was in fact coming from [member="Halcyon Greenslade"], and again, the identity of the occupancy was unknown. They'd have to intercept the escape pod before they entered atmosphere. Easily enough. Once it came out of hyperspace the tractor beams could collect it. Easy.

"Discern where it'll drop out of hyperspace. Collect it. Have shuttles on standby," and he clicked off. "Lieutenant," he said. The channel was regrettably reopened with [member="Rexus Wenck"]. "You're receiving coordinates for a crashed escape pod. Locate it. Detain whoever comes off of it," he ordered.

"Sir, something on heat signatures!"

This time it was from someone in his actual proximity. Looking down the street, he could see people heading towards them. They were running, he could see that much. A hand travelled down to his lightsabre and he palmed it. "Stun them," he ordered. Straight down the street they went, until warm bodies came headfirst into the stun bolts fired by the members of the Zerek Platoon. There were only a handful of civilians running from... Whatever it was. "Check them," he said. The unit had naturally come to a halt as the stormtroopers took up positions in the first and second floors of the surrounding buildings. Glancing down to his wrist, he checked the chronometre there for the time in the wristpad.

...

"So if you came across one of these infected guys, what do you think you'd do?" The first stormtrooper said, already having forgotten about the helmet communications being recorded.

"What kind of - Kill it, moron." The second snapped.

"No, but like, this guy was extra scary. Like, like the Colonel?"

"Well, I'd hold down the trigger and close my eyes before it was all over."

"Yeah-" There was a sound. Both of them turned towards the noise of... Something falling over. A shadow moved. A flashlight came on and landed on it. "Hey, who are you? Get up!" The first stormtrooper said as he advanced. The form wore black, but the face was white. Deathly white. Their mouth, if you could call it that was missing a bottom half. "What the-?" Before he could fire, the second stormtrooper, his partner was tackled out the closest window. Grabbing from around the waist from the flank, in fact, from the room they had just come through and they both dropped out of window.

Multiple stories high.

Their bodies hit a speeder on the ground, but that was enough to draw the attention of A'sharad Graush and the rest of Zerek Platoon...

That was likely around the time when the streets became flooded with the undead and A'sharad's ear comm started going off.

 

[Sage Annel]

Post 4
Seoul, Phase 3
[member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Hannabeth Yun"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

Dash was right: the horde of undead corpses was already beginning to flood the stage. Dropping the curtain would be of no use and take too much time. Sage looked at the massive pump in her hand. Looking at the number of infected, she also doubted the effectiveness of her weapon of choice. Dash, too, was making jokes, although Sage was sure the man had liked the shoes fine when they were on. From now on, she was strapping a blaster to her upper thigh regardless of how short her dress was or how social the event. Apparently zombie apocalypse should always be considered a possibility. The best decision now was to start moving and not stop, and clearly her date was on the same page. It didn't appear that the masses below had become aware of their whereabouts, and Sage was trying to control her breathing as best she could. Any loud noises or sudden movements may blow the pair's advantage of having the higher ground, still the horde would likely spread up to the catwalks if there were other ways up that Sage and Dash had not found. And, being honest, their dramatic ascent was probably low on the list of ways above the stage. She crouched and raised a finger to her lips as Dash spoke. Then, the woman began searching for a next move.

Suddenly, a woman came down through a hatch and onto the catwalks on the other side of the stage. Sage recognized the woman as one of the judges from the show that had been cut short. The stench of the dead was rising, and Sage's hope was beginning to fade. Apparently, the roof was not a good choice, because their new company had just run away from there. Maybe the three would be safer if they could unite, but apparently the woman had not yet noticed Dash and Sage. There was no safe way to get her attention without potentially alerting the horde. Maybe it was worth it, given that the undead were closing in anyway. Sage silently gestured to Dash, making sure that he was aware of the judge's presence. Looking into the man's eyes, she attempted to have a silent exchange with him.

​What do we do?

Sage turned and began to creep slowly toward the edge of the catwalk system. If she and Dash could reach the other woman before the infected were upon them, there may be a greater chance of survival. At this point, they could not afford to adopt an every-person-for-themself mentality. Now was the time to survive.

 

[Darek Sjaa]

Mephout
Post I
Stage III

[member="Asharad Graush"]

The air was surprisingly heavy for a city that appeared to be so very empty. Beyond a few overturned vehicles one wouldn't really be able to tell that anything aesthetically was wrong besides the distinct lack of people on the streets.

"This is some eerie shit." Darek's spotter, Private Laft muttered as the pair scanned the area to their immediate front, where an Infantry Platoon was pushing it's way into the silent city. Normally the Sergeant would've told him a few not so nice things about wasting air. Unfortunately this wasn't normal. Sjaa let the comment ride as he looked to the front of the column the pair were providing overwatch for, having been only recently inserted via transport. The two were still in technical unit limbo, which is why they were subject to deployments with whatever ship they happened to be on at the time. Their perch, a seemingly abandoned ten story office building, overlooked [member="Rexus Wenck"] and their folk. There was no entrance to the roof to compromise the position. Both Snipers wore jump jets for leaping from rooftop to rooftop in case the situation changed eratically. Only one had an E-11S. The actual shooter carried both his Sniper Rifle and his Standard Issue Infantry Blaster.

Laft caught sight of something first and let out a fearful "Contact." Before rambling out the floor and clockage. Darek didn't need it. The body of a trooper and what looked to be a civilian came flailing out the window of a multilevel and crashing downward to the street. Cold fear dropped into the Sergeant's stomach as his cross hairs centered on a face that was human and not at the same time. Reflexively Darek found himself hurling a bolt downrange and into the thing's gray matter. The creature followed the

It was around that time that Laft began to ramble off "Contact" followed by location and clockage at a near frantic speed and tone.

All hell broke lose.

The surrounding buildings erupted with the screeches of the infected.

 

[Perth Levov]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hce74cEAAaE

As she looked to unlock the door, thoughts flashed through her mind. If she was right about what was happening here, she should be safe right now. Viruses tended to be either spread by nature or contact. A water or wind born virus would take time to get this far away from the metropolis. As would contact. Rural areas were always the last to be affected. Or was that infected?

Semantics aside, she knew that this far out into the countryside, she should have days of head-start or at least a lot of hours. Which did not explain the sounds that she could hear right now. She reasoned that the screaming was carrying much further than it appeared. But given she was over a hundred miles from the nearest metropolis – she quickly discounted that option.

The more likely outcome was that an infected person travelled here. Such a small and close-knit community would be affected quickly. How the person travelled here, or why, was irrelevant. What mattered was opening the lock and getting inside. Then she would do a quick search and leave. Interestingly the prospect of walking away now did not enter her head.

Then two things happened at once. Firstly the lock on the door clicked and secondly they came at her.

Crushing waves, one from either side, poured from the darkness from her left and right. Perth heard their screams, the lurching stomp of their advance - only seconds before they would have ripped her limb from limb.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Character: Dash Fisko​

Post 4​

Location: Seoul | Auditorium | Phase III​

In Vicinity: [member="Sage Annel"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Marzena Choi"] | [member="Hannabeth Yun"]​

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The situation had gone from normal to bad to worse in a matter of moments. As was his date, Dash forced himself to maintain a cool, calm exterior. How would that look? If there was one thing he didn't want to do it was look like a wuss. Silently twirling the nimble switchblade between his fingers, he narrowed his eyes, trying to come up with an escape plan. His eyes locked onto what appeared to be a ladder upwards. *Ah, the roof access.* Just as he was about to tap Sage on the shoulder he heard a small clatter as a body dropped through the open hatch. The club owner/ music enthusiast stifled a gasp as he realized it was another person, and not just any person, one of the judges!

*Well, this certainly is a pickle* he thought. Looking back to Sage he met her gaze. Dash hadn't always been good at reading people, it had been a skill he'd had to work at. Now however, he didn't even need to guess, it seemed the two attendees were working on the same wavelength, at least for the moment. He sighed visibly shrugging his shoulders and craning his neck towards the woman who'd just dropped through the roof hatch. It looked like she was okay, for now, but he saw a shadow fall across the open hatch. Everything in his mind told him to run, to save his own skin but there was a twinge of guilt as he crouched there. They wouldn't be alone for long at any rate, and if the woman had just left the roof he guessed it wasn't safe there either. They'd need to find another way out. Rolling his eyes Dash pointed with his thumb in the new arrival's direction but before he could move the shadow at the hatch had materialized, or so it had seemed. What had seemingly stumbled in after the woman was grotesque, its body much like the other undead he'd seen so far but this... the sight caused him pause.

He'd never been the brave one, always preferring to fight to win, choosing his battles carefully and willfully retreating when victory was not possible. It had served him well on the streets. He'd been in more than one fight, a person didn't just get good with a knife without having been in a fight or two. It was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, urging him forward as the beast seemed to sniff the air, tracking its prey. He couldn't remain still for much longer and have any hope of victory, in the close confines of the catwalk and undistracted, a flesh eating creature would be a formidable opponent but if he caught it off guard...

Rising from his crouch, Dash moved faster than he'd ever thought was possible as he cut around the corner of the low height guardrail. The creature had locked onto its prey but Dash wasn't going to let that happen. His heavy boots caused the catwalk to rattle gently as he charged towards the creature, blade clutched tightly. Closing quickly he changed his mind in the blink of an eye, he wasn't going to risk a misplaced blade. Lowering his shoulder he ran full speed into the creature, pressing upwards with his legs as his shoulder contacted the rotting flesh. Dash had played a fair amount of recreational Hutt-ball in school but this hit would have impressed even the most skeptical of Hutt-ball scouts. With a muffled groan the creature was lifted from where it had been violently pursuing the woman who'd dropped in from the roof. As the meaty body of the creature was uprooted its arms flailed uselessly reaching out for anything to hold onto as it half tumbled over the low guardrail.

Dash reached out at the last moment, catching himself on the rail in the nick of time. Nearly slipping himself, he let loose a sigh of relief and looked back over his shoulder at the now two women. Almost forgetting he quickly looked back to the hatch, stepping up halfway and closing the hatch quickly. Turning back to the two he remarked, their cover blown by the loud thud as the body hit the floor below.

"Well, we're not getting out that way!"

Making his way back over towards the woman the creature had been chasing he looked back to Sage first to make sure she was still safe before looking to their new arrival. Reaching down hesitantly he offered her a hand up.

"You alright? I guess the roof's not an option afterall, you know any other ways out of here?"

Looking back at Sage he shrugged his shoulders. Couldn't hurt to ask he supposed. Realizing he was still brandishing his knife he clicked the blade back into the hilt, replacing it in the pocket of his now bloodied trenchcoat. Dash breathed in deeply, just now realizing just how fast his heart was beating. He'd lost all semblance of control and simply acted, it was a strange rush but he felt so much more alive than he had even half an hour ago during the performances. Turning back to Sage he introduced the two, lowering his voice just a little. It couldn't hurt, the noise from the falling body seemed to have drawn the other creatures towards it, keeping them safe for a few moments more.

"I'm Dash Fisko, and my date for the evening, Sage."

He motioned towards the pump-wielding woman from where he'd dashed. He had to admit, she still managed to make that red dress look good, despite the chaos around them, there was a certain allure to it and the danger they were in. Smiling he tried to spy another exit they might be able to make use of.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 1/25
Location: En route for the Mephout system
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="WD-334"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Darth Veles"]
Enemies: Zombies
Objective: Mephout, stage 3

"We're being hailed"

"On screen"

"To anybody who receives this transmission, this is Admiral Graf of the FIV Abdicator, I am currently in an escape pod near the planet of Mephout. I require extraction as soon as possible"

"Set course for Mephout"

Even though her misadventure on Quintas left her with a sour taste in her mouth about then-Commodore Graf, Dunames had to answer the distress signal sent by the admiral's flagship, the FIV Abdicator. She had to monitor the distress beacons on the planet, but since flying the Ultima from Aaris III to Mephout would require several jumps, The ship was mostly empty, in terms of freight, but with still a sizeable amount of supplies. Food, medical supplies, and other sanitation supplies, the ship was on medical alert from having to possibly carry so many refugees. But what will await Dunames as the Ultima was reverting to realspace and getting ready to activate its landing sequence? Only time would tell: all the information she had was about the distress signal was about an escape pod being launched from the Abdicator, no more than that. And then she would have to bill Logistical Command for the rescue and evacuation attempt on Mephout, especially for the consumables.

"If the rumors are true that there are zombies down on Mephout, do we have enough supplies to help them out, captain?"

"This ship can carry half a million refugees, but at the risk of exhausting the consumables we have left in just a few days"

"Where can we take the refugees anyway?"

"Yalara or Effekt, but it will have to be somewhere in First Order space"

 

[WD-334]

Post: II
Location: Mephout
Stage: III
Allies: [member="Dunames Lopez"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]

WD-334 continued to move through the city, looking for it's goal. It found something eventually, but it was not at all what the droid had been wanting to seek out. A small group of beings. But something was off. Terribly off. It began scanning the lifeforms, only to find out these life forms were not technically alive. It went against the droid's logic, dead lifeforms walking as if they lived. It could not tell if they were allies or foes. There was no way to tell till they came close.

It tried to communicate, it's voice coming out as robotic bleeps. But they wouldn't understand, and the droid did not know that. Although, they did indeed hear the droid. And apparently they didn't like droids. They came walking over slowly, grunting and somewhat hobbling. This behavior was unlike anything the war droid had seen. And it confused it. It wasn't sure whether their movement toward the droid was hostile, or if they were passive. WD was not eager to find out, a new feeling thanks to the addition of emotional code.

But it had to get past them. On thermal radar, it could see some thermal signatures that was very alike to living lifeforms. It had to get past this group to find them, in hopes of finding it's goal.

 

[Isar]

Mephout City

An ewok toddled out from the not-so-silent city. Tiny feet moved his sturdy little body in a beeline for a column of infantry near a ten story building.

He held a wineskin in one hand and wore a curious set of chain links around his body like a bandolier. Some odd leather pouches hung from a rope he apparently used as a belt. A bone fetish hung from his neck and clicked together in the breeze.

The ursine kept waddling until he stood very near to the stormtroopers.

"Berry wine," he squeaked, offering the wineskin, "Drink and find the vigor of ten men. Make love strong as you hunt."

[member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Darek Sjaa"]