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

[Darth Veles]

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


The sound of his own cough greeted Darth Veles once he escaped the helpless plains of unconsciousness, momentary hopeful his nasty wound was just a dream. One quick look proved this theory to be absolutely wrong, much to Veles' own disappointment. He released a grunt as his body refused to budge despite his best efforts, short of breath and lacking strength. Finally, using the dark side’s might to release a surge of power through his weakened figure, Veles managed to rise to his knees and immediately regretted the decision. Everything spun, forcing the man on all four before releasing a violent stream of vomit over the ground. More cough followed. Something was terribly wrong and he could not escape it. No way to hide in shadows, no way of avoiding confrontation with this enemy.

An alien virus coursed through his blood stream like an uninvited guest refusing to leave. A parasite leeching on his strength and slowly killing him. No more dancing around the obvious – Veles was infected and on the way of turning into a sithspawn. Panic and terror seized the Sith Lord’s mind, imagining his penis falling off, cat ears growing on top of his bald head and a tail protruding from his back side. Becoming a Croa – what a nightmarish thought! Fortunately, the rational side armed with logic took over, letting the amphibian know this particular strain progressed and mutated the host differently. While equally merciless, perhaps this fate was more dignified. It also meant Veles’ knowledge about the Croa virus did not necessarily apply the same to whatever has infected him now. But how? He wasn’t bitten, scratched – and yet Wolf mush have sensed the infection growing inside Veles, letting the unconscious Sith live.

Difficult and heavy steps started to move him forward. It felt like a hallucination; he could barely draw air and think clearly, look around without suffering terrible nausea, not to mention the penetrating damage in his lower torso hurt like thousands of hot needles ripping him apart from the inside. Still, Veles pushed himself, unwilling to fall down and die. That wasn’t the Sith way.

He had to act. Stop the undead knight of Ren and get help. Any help – until the virus broke through his will and took over.

 

[Sage Annel]

Post 6
Seoul, Phase 3
[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Hannabeth Yun"]

The switchblade Dash had given Sage was a welcome upgrade from her shoe. As much as she would have liked to tell the story of the time she truly was dressed to kill (or re-kill) the practical benefits of a real weapon outweighed the grandeur of the hypothetical heroics she envisioned when first she brandished the stiletto. Once she and Dash (provided they weren't mauled by the undead, of course) made it down to the stage, she would need to trade the second weapon with a third, seemingly less practical than either: a microphone. She put a hand on Dash's back and gently began to push him toward the ropes that still hung over the stage. Hannabeth quickly made her way down from the catwalk, utilizing the ropes as well because the stairs were out. Sage was surprised at how quickly the other woman was on the stage and then moving up the aisle of the auditorium toward the sound room. The infected, having slaughtered anyone who didn't make it out of the auditorium, had moved on to other parts of the building. No doubt they would be up on the catwalk before long. The pair that remained had to act quickly.

Sage again made a leap and took ahold of a rope attached to a pulley. She had been well-trained as a dancer in many forms of aerial arts. While her nerves were high, she was still able to successfully lower herself to the stage, the honed muscles of her back and shoulders bulging with the exertion. When her feet hit the boards, she broke into a run to the equipment to which Hannabeth had gestured before, hoping that Dash was still behind her. She grabbed the microphone and held it tightly, looking up the aisles to the sound booth, where Hanabeth had seized the controls. She flashed a thumbs up.


Yun was still requesting a contact to the First Order. Sage was still obstinate. Surreptitiously, she tapped a distress beacon on her wristwatch, but elected not to tell her companions that she had done so. If the FO wasn't already aware of the situation, Sage would be truly surprised. Still, a little more specific help would be appreciated at this juncture. She spoke into the microphone, "I've got nothing! Maybe you could put out a more general distress signal from the sound booth! Is there some kind of panic button?"

For now, she would have to hope whatever this plan was would work. All she could do was take her position behind the mic, take a deep breath (or not, given the terrific stench in the auditorium), and hope Dash was ready for a little musical interlude. She grinned to her companion in a wry, "if we weren't potentially doomed this would be kind of funny" sort of way.

"So what are we singing?"

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 8
Location: Seoul
Stage: 3

There was no sign of [member="Marzena Choi"] in the dimly lit station foyer. Above him, the ceiling lights flickered on and off ominously, and as Ludolf stepped forward, his boot pressed over broken holoprojectors and dead datapads. A loose power coupling sparked on the wall beside him, providing almost as much light as the fizzling lamps above. He wanted to call out to her again, but held back. For a moment, his darkest fears were allowed to overtake his mind. Had fate deprived him of his love so suddenly, just as he was about to start a family - to become a new man? What would he do now?

The sound of footsteps approaching snapped him to attention, and Ludolf raised his gun. In a moment, he found himself pointing his weapon directly at Marzena herself, who had emerged from the shadows. Instantly lowering his blaster, Ludolf felt his fears dissipate, despite the terror apparent in Marzena's large, dilated eyes. He wrapped an arm around her possessively and held her close. She was not alone. Soon three others appeared behind her; the attackers.

With one arm around Marzena and the other extended outwards, his blaster pointing at the apparent leader, Vaas' face grew cold again. His training was beginning to take over once more. When all was said and done, the Supreme Commander did not care who these men were. He had killed more innocent men than them in his time, and if they would stand between him and Marzena, Ludolf was roundly lacking in any moral restraint that would prevent him from shooting them where they stood.

"Tell me who you are, and if I can find an active communicator in this building," He whispered icily.

 

[Darth Veles]

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


His usual hobble grew very pronounced again, more so with Veles’ aggressive march forth and complete disregard for grace or elegance. Direction as well, most likely. Normally, the experienced assassin would have tracked the Ren down with brutal efficiency, but his worsening state did not allow that. The lack of focus was not as concerning as no more pain radiating from the Sith lord’s penetrated stomach. At first this fact escaped the amphibious man’s notice, but upon realizing it, he suddenly became aware of another startling sign. His vision was sharper now – shapes and colours overwhelmed the Mon Cal’s senses, assaulting his brain to the point of physical pain. A momentary stop and Veles’ large orbs danced over his surroundings, penetrating vegetation and distance alike without a hint of difficulty.

It hurt to look, sending twisted shards directly into the Mon Cal’s brain.

Veles hissed, closing both eyes and resting his head in the palm of his webbed hand. Slowly, his suffering subsided and let Veles continue. But where to? All memories detailing his journey so far were nowhere to be found, black blades in their place. Slowly stripped down to madness as sanity seemed to be losing its fight against the virus, he shook his head in a desperate try to regain his senses and find focus again. Thinking clearly became a battle, even worse than basic movement. More cough, spitting bloodied mucus on the ground. The sight shocked him before pain forced Veles to shut his eyes again and spare him unnecessary suffering.

He didn't want to die. Not yet - unprepared to face the Void's claws.

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Location: Seoul – Police station
Phase: 3
Post: 10

Marzena stood pressed to Ludolf’s side, held close in the safety of his embrace. Despite the fear, she was overwhelmed with a sense of relief. They were both alive, and had made it to the police station. She was determined to feel hopeful, even though… she knew that this ordeal was not over yet. The undead were taking over the streets outside, but they could not overlook the possibility of enemies in their midst.

The three men stood blocking the hallway, the large man in the center stepped forward as [member="Ludolf Vaas"] spoke in a cold tone. Indeed, he had heard the words of the Supreme Commander and had understood them perfectly. In the moments that passed, the man had also noticed that the woman was none other than Marzena Choi. For the moment, he would play along. It would be unwise to cross the man that held a blaster pointed in his direction.

“My name is Taek-Gi,” He said in a gruff voice, “We are civillians, not armed.”

He displayed the palms of his hands. His words were true… for the most part. Instead of continuing to address Ludolf, the man looked instead to Marzena.

“Choi shi,” He said politely, “Jeogieiss-eo yo.”

Marzena watched as Taek-Gi’s hand motioned down the hall, towards the stairs that stood at the end. She blinked a couple of times, and realized that he must have been referring to the comm system. The small gang of men began to shuffle to the side, making way for the couple to move down the hall.

“He says it’s upstairs,” Marzena said, looking up to her fiancé.

Her heart was still pounding; the situation here was not improving. They had to get away from Seoul. She spared a thought for [member="Hannabeth Yun"], hoping that her friend had made it to safety. Anna was smart, she knew how to survive – she would be fine.

 

[Darth Veles]

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


He had to be a pitiful sight to behold – reduced to an old, helpless cripple who could barely breathe or move. Blood flowed down his cheeks as dark red tears. Veles no longer had the will to continue, his limping movement forward a product of an automated process more than anything. He did not even perceive the world around still. With his mind crushed, memories reduced to chaotic, nonsensical images randomly rushing through his head and vivid hallucinations blinding his vision, the Darth stood only one step away from becoming a mindless, flesh craving creature. It did not bother him anymore, as the last conscious part of his mind that retained some sense of awareness has been dethroned and wielded power no more.

A stray rock got in front of the tip of his boot and sent the cyborg tumbling down. Then came a crash, one Veles failed to notice and acknowledge. In that moment, all pain disappeared and the Mon Calamari could suddenly see and think clearly. Blood-stained sands under his body burned his hands and after lifting his head, he realized it was not blood that painted the sand, for he recognized ancient pyramids and temples with Horuset looming over them. Korriban! The Sith Lord rose up with zero difficulty, breathing in the sacred Sith homeworld’s air, hearing ancient Sith hymns from afar. Without sparing a single thought to the mysterious means of his arrival, the Mon Cal padded across the crimson dunes, marching to Marka Ragnos’ majestic tomb and ascending the stairs leading up to the entrance.

Stone no longer surrounded him and Korriban’s hot air stopped breathing down his neck – cold durasteel shaped accordingly to Imperial designs betrayed the new location, revealing it to be a Star Destroyed, its bridge to be exact. Black maw of the First Order insignia adorned its otherwise grey hallways. And flowers. Flowers hung everywhere, grass dotted the floor and waterfalls roared somewhere distant. It all made perfect sense.

 

[Ria Misrani]

MEMPHOUT AND SEOUL​

STAGE 4​

​

"Three, two, one!" Hannah shouted from the control room and cranked up the volume, as her two companions began to play. The former pop star began to modify the frequencies and the pitches. The hoard of undead began to file in one by one, "keep playing!" She instructed them as the door to the control room began to shake. She jumped back when one zombie launched itself at her window, but kept going, adjusting the pitch, changing the frequency - sonic control. Attracting and killing the undead en masse, granted she wasn't sure how it would be for those of the living. She looked behind her and noted the radio, rushing to it she radioed to the Police Station. "We're still alive in the auditorium!" She switched channels to the First Order if she could find them, "please, someone! Anyone! We need help at thAuditoriumum in Sejong!"

"Use the instruments as weapons if you need to!"

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Sage Annel"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Marzena Choi"]​

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 9
Location: Seoul
Stage: 4

Supreme Commander Vaas gradually lowered his weapon, with Marzena at his side.

"Good. Let's move."

Ludolf nudged Marzena forward as the civilians parted for them, and he followed close behind her, still keeping his pistol at the ready. These civilians weren't armed, but that meant nothing. He didn't trust them. And they were only unarmed until they found weapons for themselves... or took his own.

The pair eventually reached the top of the stairs, and sure enough, a comm system was there as the civilians said it was. Ludolf immediately sprang into the seat and typed in the FIV Vader's frequency. Because the comm system belonged to a police station, it seemed to be running on generator power and was not affected by the loss of power to much of the rest of the city. Quickly pressing on the talk button, Ludolf tried his luck.

"Attention, First Imperial Vessel Vader... this is Supreme Commander Ludolf Vaas. Repeat, this is Supreme Commander Ludolf Vaas. Requesting immediate evacuation from Sejong, Seoul. We are in immediate danger. We need containment and quarantine for possible hazardous material. Repeat, requesting immediate evacuation from Sejong, Seoul.."

He looked back to Marzena, who was likely looking at him with frantic doe eyes. Then, another frequency began to come over the system. Ludolf turned around, listening closely. Was that coming from the auditorium? People were still alive in there? Ludolf responded to that frequency.

"Who is this?"

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Mephout
Objective: 1


Tortured by violent and painful spasms, Veles’ body no longer had the strength to fight – the macabre battle against his mind raged on though, cracking Veles’ free will. Trapped deep inside his own consciousness, the Sith lord remained blissfully oblivious to his deadly predicament. In this dream-like state, nothing could hurt him. Whenever logic tried to intervene, presenting evidence this world inside his head held no connection to reality, he found himself unable to focus and think. Movement became impossible, with Veles becoming a mere spectator watching the hallucination unfold without having any say in his actions. The formerly calming mixture of his past and thoughts, strangely fused together into crazed images, started to take a darker turn. Everything vanished, falling apart, revealing Veles’ whereabouts to be a massive furnace about to roast another meal.

Flames all around him, flames, nothing but flames, burning his flesh! Screaming was impossible, even though he felt intense pain as his skin turned to charred crisp, insides burst out in a violent display of gore and pain. Only his heart remained – he could hear its panicked beat. Veles watched it through the eyes that no longer existed, terror dominating every single thought. Black skeletal hands tore their way in, bending black metal walls and ignoring the fire, and seized the Mon Cal’s heart. One forceful yank and it was out, ripped from his chest only to be crushed in the undead fist, boiling blood bursting in all directions. He found the sight joyful for some reason, knowing it meant his inevitable defeat and joining the undead ranks. All rational thought shattered like obsidian glass.

He wanted to die, escape into the Void’s eternal embrace, anything to prevent his body from becoming a mindless shell that also served as prison for his immortal spirit. After all, he had left the Void's clutches once – and so he could do it again, return to life and continue the most important of quests as the chosen one. He would have killed himself if the small fragments of his mind still held any control over the body. It was endlessly frustrating to know his fleshy form probably walked somewhere while the mind was going through one torture to another, a cycle only death could break.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Mephout.
Stage 4.

Tarkin climbed to the top of the building looking down to see the undead, "right - remind me to never ask for this post." Getting to the top he toppled the ladder via blaster, "good job Tarkin, now how does one get off of here..." Looking at the mass of undead that surrounded him he started to run along the rooftop and looked over to the next building. Noting the fire escape he looked around at his options. Heading down to one of the roof he looked at his target and then made the run for it, taking a leap of faith the sound of his plastoid armor hitting the metal of the fire escape let the undead know where he was. Scrambling up to the roof here he grabbed for his communications link. "Anyone there? This is Lieutenant Tarkin of the First Imperial Army, I need evac, now!"

This was just bloody great he thought to himself as he looked behind him and noticed the undead climbing to the roof, "fething chit hole, why can't I go anywhere nice for a change? Like Bespin, Bespin seems nice - no, I'm here dealing with you lot!" Pulling the trigger on the carbine he unleashed a fury of blaster bolts. "For once in my bloody life I'd like to go where there are no undead, no scales, no one that wants to kill me without reason!"

"If I had shot at you then perhaps there might be a reason, have we recently wiped your kind from the galaxy?" He kept talking as he fired, "not entirely sure that we've conducted a recent genocidal wipe at anyone lately, so if you'll beg my pardons!" More blaster bolts, and then more running.

 

[WD-334]

WD-334 felt the dents in it's armor. The numbers were becoming too great, even for the droid's targeting systems. If it had any choice in the matter, it would have ran. But that would be against it's code. It's code dictated that the war droid would stay to fight, and fall back when everyone else did. On the line, it held it's ground, trying to save as many troops as possible. Slamming it's loader arm and shooting it's blaster cannons, all of it to save them. To protect them. But was it all for naught? Would this be the final fight? Over the droid's hulking scrap corpse, it would.

But it would only be a matter of time before all options of escape were to be cut off. They would need to fall back soon. This city was overrun, and even the droid could plainly see that. It awaited orders as it continued to fight for the very lives of everyone. And yet, thanks to the added code from the one who found him on that junk planet, it could plainly see that staying here was a lost cause.

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Location: Seoul – Police station
Phase: 4
Post: 11

Marzena’s eyes were still fixed on [member="Ludolf Vaas"], and her arms remained wrapped around him. She felt the Supreme Commander nudge her forward, and she reluctantly released him from her hold. Quick steps moved her past the group of men, and for a moment she glanced over her shoulder. They stood still, but their eyes were following them. However, the strong figure of Supreme Commander Vaas was close on her heels and she reached out for his hand as they reached the stairway.

Her shoulders were tense and her breathing shallow as they set foot on the second level of the station. But she was pleased to see a room filled with various monitors up ahead, small blinking lights welcomed them into the room. As Ludolf took a seat at the comm system, Marzena hovered behind his chair, her hands upon his broad shoulders. She closed her eyes, and silently pleaded that the First Order forces would come to their rescue. Marzena caught the Supreme Commander’s gaze as he looked back to her, and it was obvious that she was scared. As they waited for a response, she gave his shoulders a reassuring squeeze.

Marzena’s dark eyes grew wide as a voice came over the comm, but her lashes fluttered at the sound.

It was not a response from the First Order fleet, but from the auditorium at Eyagi Studio. And of course, she had recognized the voice immediately. “Anna,” Her lips moved silently. Just as Ludolf replied to the call, she had a seat in the chair next to him and placed a hand on his knee. A response had not been returned yet, so she filled in the answer.

“It’s Anna Yun – I’m certain, it’s her.” Marzena looked down; she was growing conflicted by their present situation. If they were lucky, the fleet had received the Supreme Commander’s orders and would be on their way to assist. At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to leave this world behind her… but she couldn’t leave without [member="Hannabeth Yun"]. Marzena would not turn her back on her friend for a second time.

“We can’t leave her there…” She said softly, “What do we do?”

She looked up to meet the icy gaze of her fiancé, searching his face for an answer.

 

[Michael Wainford]

Location: The Reliant, a Corsair-class corvette
Phase: 2 Seoul
[member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Hannabeth Yun"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

The Reliant warps in. It's commander, Michael Wainford, opens a door to the bridge. The crew stands up and salutes him. He salutes back. He slowly walks up to the window to lay his eyes on the planet. Sejong could be seen on fire. Michael's face turned from a stern military expression to a more shocked expression. His lieutenant came to his side, and saw the destruction on the planet. The lieutenant tries to speak, but cannot say anything. He clears his throat

"Sir, we have been getting no communication from local authorities on the planet. What should we do sir?"

Michael stays silent for a few seconds, and then turns his head towards the lieutenant.

"We might get contact on another channel. There might be some people alive down there."

He pauses.

"If we get any contact from the Supreme commander, we will send a detachment, lead by me, and evac him."

"Yes sir. We will start looking sir."

He steps away from the window, and goes back to the crew. Michael walks back to his captain quarters. From his drawer, he pulls out a holster and a SE-44C blaster pistol. He puts the holster on his waist, and the pistol in this holster. He walks out of his quarters and sees a midshipman walking by.

"Midshipman, halt!"

The midshipman flinches when he hears the commanding voice of Michael. He turns about towards Michael and salutes him.

"Yes sir?"

"I want you to prepare a detachment of stormtroopers to go through a search and rescue mission. We are searching for an VIP, and when I mean VIP, I mean the Supreme Commander. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir, right away"

He begins to walk the other way.

"Oh and midshipman..."

He stops and turns around face me.

"Yes sir?"

"I will be leading the search and rescue mission."

"Understood sir."

He begins to walk away again.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 10
Location: Seoul
Stage: 4

Ludolf turned to face [member="Marzena Choi"]. He knew that voice sounded familiar. Furrowing his brow, Vaas knew what the consequences would be now that they knew [member="Hannabeth Yun"] was alive. Saving himself and his fiance' had been hard enough... to ask to rescue another life was a tall order indeed. He could very well be sacrificing either his own life, or worse, Marzena's, in mounting a rescue operation for a person he barely knew. A person that Marzena herself supposedly had been at odds with for quite some time, as Ludolf knew all to well after listening to his fiancee's complaints about her. Was it even worth it?

Gritting his teeth, Ludolf knew the answer. If they didn't at least try, Marzena would never forgive him.

"We'll do everything we can."

Turning back to the comm system, Ludolf paged Hannah's frequency. "Hannah, is that you? This is Ludolf and Marzena Vaas. Hang tight. We're coming. Try to get to the roof if you can."

Ludolf then switched the frequency back. Instead of trying to hail the FIV Vader again, Vaas decided to open up the range of his transmission and send a general distress signal. Perhaps it would work. Just maybe, Commander [member="Michael Wainford"] aboard the Reliant would receive his message in time. In the meantime, he had work to do.

The Supreme Commander stood from the desk and moved out into the hallway. This was a police station; the materials he was looking for were bound to be here somewhere. Within half a minute, he had found the station's armory and began stocking up on everything he could carry. Mostly, he took spare energy cels for his blaster pistol, and in addition strapped several concussion grenades, as well as a vibroknife, to his wasitbelt. Finally, he found the prize he was looking for; a set of flares. Lastly, he tossed another blaster pistol Marzena's way.

"Remember what I told you. Use both hands. Let's go."

Either stairs or a ladder to the roof had to be around here somewhere.

 

[Darth Veles]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9sVvdEXHbI


Veles’ deepest strongholds of consciousness offered no safe haven to preserve his mind and spirit, both further atomized and stripped bare until the amphibious man’s personality was effectively erased from existence. Memories, knowledge, vision, experience and power all lay broken, of no further use. Veles himself was Veles no longer. In a dark, nightmarish place where achievement meant nothing, he became a terrified, crying husk of his real self, filled with ever growing fearful terrors of inevitability.

Whatever strands of his mind remained, they were left to painfully dissolve in his own failures for every deceased Sith Lord to see. Vitiate, Sidious, Zash, Andeddu, Bane, Drear, Scabrous, Plagueis, Krayt and countless other Sith; collectively obsessed with living forever, all equal in death. Powerful figures reduced to skeletons covered in rotting flesh and decayed skin, watching the Mon Cal’s failure through empty eye sockets filled with yellow slime and mocking his unfortunate fate.

“Your spirit cannot be saved!” laughed the great chorus of voices from all sides, overpowering Veles’ non-existent will and turning his manifestation into one that mirrored their own, a decomposing corpse full of flesh-eating maggots.

“No!” Veles angrily interrupted between defeatist sobs, one last attempt to justify his existence, “I am the chosen one! The last Sith! It is my destiny to fulfil the Sith dream, my right!”

Each and every one of them was a proof death could scythe even the greatest giants to have walked among his order. His left eye turned into jelly and plopped out, revealing a black hole with white worms wriggling inside.

“Join us, Veles, join us, join us now!”

They wouldn’t let him escape again, not after his last accidental denial of death’s will.

 

[Perth Levov]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTJVS44qudo

Perth crossed a long desolate stretch of nothingness between the church at her back and her ship ahead. The chill of the night had become a storm that soaked her through in moments. Up ahead – maybe four hundred metres, was her ride off this planet.

She didn’t regret coming. It was a calculated risk and perhaps she’d return one day – but there was hardly any pull of the dark-side from inside the church and that told her that whatever was stored there long ago was now gone. The aura was an echo – nothing more.

She balanced urgency and care. Rushing risked a mistake and over-caution meant she might be caught by those things. Since she’d left the church, she'd seen no more of the things, but she knew they were there. Extrasensory perception, telemetric ability – these wer no longer necessary. She could bear them screaming.

She had never seen anything like the abominations in that church: living corpses, dead things whose flesh and muscle still moved, even as it decayed before her eyes.

She stopped again, stretching out with her feelings, the Force casting a wide psychic net in search of any sign of danger, but it retrieved nothing. For another ten minutes, she scrambled forward. Taking another step, she faltered and raised her head slightly, sniffing the air.

She smelled smoke.

 

[Michael Wainford]

Post: 2
Location: In orbit, on the FIV Reliant
Objective: BYOO = Locate the supreme commander and evacuate him from the planet
[member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Hannabeth Yun"]

It has been 30 minutes without finding any communication. Michael was in his commander chair watching his crew doing their work. He began to lose hope that the supreme commander was still alive on the planet. He whispered to an officer by him. The officer whispered back and went towards his quarters. 5 minutes later, that officer came back with a cup of Hoth chocolate and handed it to the commander.

"Thank you Ensign"

"My pleasure sir"

The ensign walked away and went back to his duties. 3 minutes went by of Michael sipping on cup of Hoth chocolate, and an officer on the bridge stood up.

"Commander! I have found a distress signal coming from Supreme Commander Vaas. "

The Commander stood up instantly with a cup in his hand still drinking.

"Let me hear it"

The officer pressed a button on his computer. The distress signal played. He was in Sejong, Seoul.. possible hazardous material?

"I want our search party on the transport ship ASAP. Try to make contact with that frequency. If the supreme commander picks up, have our Lieutenant here take care of the communication. You will tell the supreme commander that a dropship has been deployed to evacuate him from the planet. Make sure he is on high ground, and something to alert us. Maybe a flare or something. "

Michael turned to the Lieutenant.

"Lieutenant, you will temporally be given command of the ship. I shall be back soon."

"Good luck commander"

He saluted Michael, and he returned the salute. He walked back to place the mug on his chair. He then walked to the elevator, and pushed the button to go to the hangar. The hangar was small, but it could hold two transport ships. He exited the elevator and walked into the hangar. Two Umbra-class dropships took up the majority of the hangar. One of the dropships were going through inspection while stormtroopers gathered supplies for their mission. The sergeant walked up to the commander and saluted him.

"Hello sir. Ready for the mission?"

"Yes I am sergeant. Are your men ready?"

"We are just about ready sir. Only a few more minutes"

"Good I want this dropship out of the hangar within 5 minutes.

"Yes sir!"

The sergeant goes back to his squad while Michael waits at the door of the hangar. He watched the stormtroopers fixing their gear outside the door of the dropship. He could see droids and men running diagnostics on the ship before it goes down towards the planet.

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Location: Seoul – Police station
Phase: 4
Post: 12
[member="Michael Wainford"]

The singer continued to watch [member="Ludolf Vaas"], her eyes wide and hopeful. She knew it was a lot to ask of the Supreme Commander, she was certainly not fond of the idea of placing her fiancé – and herself in harm’s way. Marzena could see his brow furrow in thought, and knew he was likely weighing the risks in his mind. But a flicker of a smile found her lips as he gave his answer, and she listened as Ludolf sent word back to [member="Hannabeth Yun"].

Ludolf and Marzena Vaas. True, they were not quite Mr. and Mrs. yet, but it instantly warmed her heart to hear him speak her name along with his. She had to admit, it had a nice ring to it.

Unfortunately, she was not allowed to let these fluttery feelings linger for long. Supreme Commander Vaas was already on his feet, and Marzena jumped out of her chair to follow. Once they had reached the station’s armory, she stood silently as Ludolf set about gathering weapons. Her eyes shifted down to her bare feet, this just wouldn’t do. Turning slightly, she spotted shelves of neatly folded uniforms and a few pairs of black boots.

After snatching up the closest pair, she slid her feet inside the boots. Of course, they were much heavier than the shoes she was used to, and they felt a bit big. But it was better than nothing, she supposed. Just as she straightened up once more, she found a second blaster pistol in her hands. Marzena swallowed hard.

“Yes, my love.” She said, and nodded.

The couple moved out of the armory, where it was eerily quiet. That is, until the sound of shouting broke the silence. The three men had not moved to pursue Ludolf and Marzena, only because they were currently pre-occupied. After dispatching the two audience members, the undead had spotted movement inside the station. The moving corpses had gathered outside the front entrance, and were attempting to push their way inside. For the moment, they were unable to pass…

Spoiler

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 11
Location: Seoul
Stage: 4
Allies: [member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Hannabeth Yun"]

It was almost charming to watch Marzena, pregnant as ever, fit on a pair of combat boots and readily take a handgun. She was tougher than she realized. But Ludolf didn't want her to be in a position like this; she should be somewhere far away from this carnage, eating and resting. It wasn't right for a woman in her condition to have to endure this. Ludolf would do everything he could to ensure that she escaped Seoul, hopefully without firing her blaster even once.

There was a commotion downstairs. As the two of them moved down to see what was going on, they witnessed the struggle between the three men from before and the hordes on the other end of the police station doors. The three men were barely holding the doors closed.

"Stand by! Give me two minutes," He said to the three men.

"Two minutes?" One of them looked back, incredulous, as he absorbed another hit of inertia from the zombies on the other side of the door. "I can't hold another thirty seconds!"

"Trust me."

Taking Marzena's hand, Ludolf rushed upstairs again and found the ladder to the building's roof. Vaas led the way; hopefully Marzena would be able to climb behind him in her pregnant condition. When he reached the top, he rushed over to the building's edge where he could see the crowd of undead clamoring to get into the station's main entrance below. Ludolf ducked behind the small ledge and took one of the concussion grenades from his belt. When he peered over the edge again, he lobbed the grenade, but it didn't land directly below. Instead, the grenade clattered to a halt across the street, and then exploded in a sharp crack of a bang.

The undead at the door were startled by the sudden noise and distracted. Turning away from the station doors, they began to meander towards the place of explosion. It would at least buy the men below another minute or two. Meanwhile, Ludolf set to work on the flares. There was no one to man the comm station inside, so the Reliant's attempts to hail the station would go unanswered. Instead, Ludolf had another plan to get the attention of rescuers, if any were to come. Vaas ripped the charge off the self-igniting flare and stood it face-up on the ground atop the roof. Soon, the flare puffed out a jet of red light that sailed high into the sky, followed by a crimson cloud in its wake.

 

[Michael Wainford]

Post: 3
Location: Aboard a umbra-class dropship, in Sejong, Seoul
Objective: (BYOO) locate the supreme commander, and evacuate him off the planet.
[member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Marzena Choi"]

The dropship flew out of thick layer of clouds that surrounded Sejong. The city was in flames and in total disrepair. In the dropship was a squad of stormtroopers, and the Reliant's commander Michael. The pilot of the dropship observed the city looking for any sort of flare. Then a flare appeared where the police station was. The dropship was not that far away from it. The pilot went on the overhead in the ship.

"Commander, we have spotted a flare. Setting course to the flare"

In the back of his mind, the commander knew that it was the supreme commander. However, he did have a little doubt. The dropship got closer to the police station. He saw it was the supreme commander, and it his pregnant fiance. The pilot also spotted the large mob of undead by the police station.

"Commander, I have spotted the supreme commander, and his fiance. Prepare for a quick extraction."

Michael stood up and went to the large door at the end of the dropship. He pushed a button, and the door opened. One stormtrooper with a FWMB-10 repeating blaster sat at the end of the door with his repeating blaster ready to protect the supreme commander. The dropship could not fit on the roof on the police station, but the dropship floated over the police station with the door touching the building's ledge. Michael pulled out his blaster pistol and signaled for the supreme commander and his fiance to get in.

"Supreme Commander! We have come to extract you from the planet. Please hurry up!"

The undead noticed the sound of the dropship coming from the roof of the police station. They go into the police station and find a stairway towards the rooftop. They slowly climbed up the stairs giving the supreme commander and his fiance enough time to get in the dropship.