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

[Marzena Vaas]

Location: Seoul – Police station
Phase: 4
Post: 13
Allies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Hannabeth Yun"], [member="Michael Wainford"]

Marzena moved down the stairs as quickly as she could in the heavy combat boots. She came to a halt just behind the Supreme Commander, there was part of her that didn’t even want to look and see what had caused the commotion. But in the end, curiosity had gotten the best of her. Dark eyes peered around Ludolf, horrified to see the mass of undead hurling themselves at the door. The three men were face to face with the grotesque zombies, only the glass door to stand between them.

It was obvious that they wouldn’t be able to hold them back much longer.

The sense of calm that Marzena had found in the armory was gone in an instant. She hadn’t even heard the words exchanged between Supreme Commander Vaas and one of the men holding the door. There was fear, but a moment later there was the security of Ludolf’s hand wrapped around her own. Quickly, they rushed forward, Marzena was not sure what the Supreme Commander’s plan was – but she would follow his lead. As they reached the ladder, she watched as Ludolf began to make his way up. Her shaking hands took hold of the rungs, and she started up after him.

It had not been an easy task for the pregnant woman; the clunky boots on her feet had made her climb even more awkward. She was out of breath by the time she reached the top. As the Supreme Commander moved to the ledge, she knelt down to try and recover. A startled cry escaped her as the grenade exploded, but she pushed back to her feet. Her eyes darted here and there, watching for any signs of danger coming their way.

Back inside the station, the three men were relieved to see the horde moving towards the source of the explosion. Their current position was no longer safe, so they slipped outside – they would try their luck on the streets.

As the flare sent up a signal into the sky, Marzena took a deep breath. They could only wait now. She moved to Ludolf’s side and huddled close to him. Thankfully, they were not kept waiting long. Her eyes snapped to the dropship that had come to their rescue, the door open and waiting along the ledge. Marzena flashed the Supreme Commander a relieved smile, and stepped towards the ship.

With some assistance, she boarded and fell into the nearest seat.

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Truly sorry," Ranulph remarked as he managed to get up to a rooftop, "Lieutenant Tarkin to any nearby First Order vessels, requesting immediate evac!" He looked around, and sighed, "well I picked one bloody time to become a seasoned officer." He kept running and shooting, dodging what he could until he ran out of rooftops. "And on today's agenda we're going to see if one bloody Tarkin can make it through to the next holoshow." Looking down he saw a ledge that he could slide down onto. "And on our right we have this pisshole of a planet that is now overrun with undead thanks to Balance knows who."

The Lieutenant complained, "you know on second thought, crash landing onto a planet would be better right about now." Truly, poor choice of words considering the lad's future, still he managed his way down to the ledge and shimmied across until he managed to find a dumpster. "This puts taking out the trash into a whole new light." Jumping down into the dumpster he looked around, "right, I do not get paid enough for this, now then." Climbing out of it he peeled off waste from his plastoid armor and decided to keep running as the hordes of undead screamed toward him. "Ladies I promise there is enough of me to go around, however; I'll have to decline the offer!"

Rambling, nervous, and wanting to survive fell into his lap now. "Tarkin to anyone here on this feth hole, please respond."

[member="WD-334"]

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Seoul
Post: 12
Phase: 4

The comm signal worked. Ludolf couldn't remember the last time he had been so happy to see a dropship in front of him. Surely not since his days as an Agent, he thought. There were some close calls back then, and this certainly rivaled them.

The dropship kicked up the wind, tousling his hair and causing him to squint as he saw Commander [member="Michael Wainford"] waiting for him. Without hesitation, Ludolf first took [member="Marzena Choi"] and moved her in front of him, and helped her jump her way onto the dropship with two hands on her waist, assisting as best he could. Then, he followed through the doorway himself, while the flare still shot red arcs into the sky behind him.

"Thank you, Commander," Vaas nodded to Wainford, and made sure Marzena was secure. The day's nightmare was over... mostly. "Tell your pilot to circle back around to the auditorium. We still have people down there."

Ludolf hadn't forgotten about [member="Hannabeth Yun"] and the rest of the survivors in the auditorium. Hopefully, they would be able to make it to the roof of the building as he instructed. They only had a few minutes to spare.

 

[WD-334]

[member="Ranulph Tarkin"]

The battle was not faring well. WD-334 continued to fight, however. It would save as many as possible. So when a call went out, a call the war droid received, it had to answer. Even if that meant leaving the defensive line. And that it did, moving through the waves of undead. They barely did anything against the metal, only bashing their bodies against the hulking machine. It had been given a new mission, one it moved toward. The hordes were getting thicker, however, and the numbers were enough to slow it's movement.

But the droid did make it through to find the one who sent up the call. Taking aim, it let loose it's cannons and destruction, firing red lasers upon the hordes whilst calling in binary for it's new objective to come to it. If they did not understand, the waving of it's loader arm would surely be enough of a signal. It would not let them die.

 

[Michael Wainford]

Location: Seoul
Post: 4

[member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Marzena Choi"]

The door of the dropship closed and the commander sat down with the supreme commander and his fiance. He was trying to think of what to do. Follow the supreme commander's order or get the supreme commander to safety in the Reliant. Then he cleared his throat so he could speak

"Are you sure Supreme commander?"

His face grew pale. He looked over towards the cockpit.

"Pilot! circle back to the auditorium. Once me and my men go inside the auditorium, keep the supreme commander and his fiancee inside the dropship. Provide covering fire for use while we enter and leave the building. Once we exit out of the building, I want a quick extract of all the survivors."

"Yes commander!"

Michael felt the ship turn around. He stood up from his seat and kept his balance by holding on to the medal bars above. The stormtroopers got up with him and stood by him. He looked up to the stormtrooper who had the repeating blaster. His pistol would not help with the hordes of undead that would come.

"Private, let me see that repeating blaster. Keep with the regular blaster will you?"

Without question, the stormtrooper handed over the repeating blaster. These repeating blaster were a low weight version of the regular repeating blasters that would be fired on bipods. However, it was still heavy. The door opens. The dropship lands by the doors to the auditorium. The undead slowly moved towards the dropship. The stormtroopers moved fast out of the drop ship moving to the door. Michael was behind carrying a heavy repeating blaster obliterating any undead that was near him. The dropship was preparing to take off, but the supreme commander still had time to jump off the ship and help the stormtroopers.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Mephout City.
Last Stage.

A'sharad's golden lightsabre slashed through all forms alike. The victims of its swinging tended to be the former inhabitants of Mephout City, torn and raggedy clothing, probably a result of trying to flee from others with the plague. Regardless, the Colonel's lightsabre cut them down with impunity. Despite his 'heroic' wading into the hordes of the enemy and his phrik armour protecting him, the hordes of the enemy were pushing back the white Stormtrooper forces. That meant, it would be time for the retreat soon.

Squads had been pulling back one at a time to the evacuation site as the Wolf's Maw descended past the skies somewhere above Mephout City.

The sun was out, at least, it had been twenty seconds ago before the Resurgent Star Destroyer began blocking out the sun as it came into position above the city.

The final dropships were lifting from the hastily made defensive emplacements at the White Wolves' base camp.

"Pull back to the shuttles."

"Someone's on the comms, Colonel." Not that he particularly cared, but someone was addressing him, and it'd apparently be the 'wrong' thing to do by ignoring it, even if they were in the midst of running away - again - from a hastily gaining enemy. After voicing his confirmation, he spoke to this Lieutenant [member="Ranulph Tarkin"].

"Stand by, Lieutenant. Fire your flare when I give the order."

And by this time the Sith Knight was boarding one of the remaining shuttles in the encampment, mere metres behind him were other stormtroopers being tackled, dragged to the ground before they could get into the last handful of ships. A'sharad watched as they were mercilessly torn to threads as the stormtroopers on the ramp with him fired at the ground rapidly, whatever good it'd do them.

"We're evacuating a Lieutenant. Twenty-five metres above ground."

"Colonel," Captain Bissell was saying. "Weapons are primed and locked on target. Are you out of there?"

"You'll fire in two minutes, regardless of whose down there."

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Location: Seoul
Phase: 4
Post: 14
Allies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Hannabeth Yun"], [member="Michael Wainford"]

As the drop ship took to the sky once more, the first light of dawn was beginning to make an appearance. In horror stories, it always seemed that morning brought safety and salvation. This time, the soft light only revealed the true devastation that Sejong City had suffered. And the ghoulish forms of the undead did not retreat into the shadows, but continued to wander the streets below. It wasn’t over yet; there would be much work to be done here.

But at least some had found relief…

Though she was still catching her breath, Marzena managed to offer a nod to Commander Wainford. It was the most she could do at the moment, but she hoped that the small gesture could convey some of the gratitude she felt. Seated and secured, she looked up to the Supreme Commander, an expression of relief. Her dark eyes were less fearful now, and her gaze was steadily growing warmer. Gently, she slid a hand atop her stomach and drew in a deep breath. She could feel their child moving within, blissfully unaware of the night’s events. It was better that way. Marzena wanted nothing more than to spare her child such horrors.

Though the fear was losing its grip, she wouldn’t be completely at ease until they were home – and perhaps not even then. This living nightmare would surely haunt her dreams for a time. Marzena knew that for many of the people here, this was only the beginning. She didn’t want to think about what would happen next, but surely the infected population would need to be dealt with.

As they arrived at the auditorium, her stomach dropped.

The door opened, and she watched as the troopers filed out. Marzena clasped her hands together tightly, hoping and praying the remaining survivors could be saved swiftly.

 

[Ria Misrani]

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"Sir, yes sir!" Tarkin obliged to [member="Asharad Graush"], he looked behind him only once and gave a massive sigh. "Does this count for my physical fitness exam for the year? I'd like to affirm that the First Order does a fine job of training one to run like the bloody force." Vaulting over a low fence, he continued to head straight for well, twenty-five metres, yes? Good job, "oh right then, time to count." Sliding around a street he managed to find himself where Mephout police had been. "What kind of police force has a missile launcher?" No time to wonder, he picked up the conveniently placed weapon and fired back at the oncoming horde. "Twenty-five, twenty-five." The Lieutenant made his way to a safe zone at the exact height the commanding officer told him to get to, "right then, [member="WD-334"], time to go friend, don't think the locals like us all that much." He fired off one last round into the swarm of undead before grabbing for his flare gun and firing it, throwing the missile launcher at the undead, "gonna need one long bloody pint."

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Over on Seoul, Ms. Yun and those on the stage, [member="Sage"] Annel and [member="Rolf Amsel"], had indeed heeded the Supreme Commander's warning. She managed to grab the chair she had been on, after having her companions adjust the microphone just so. Sonic damage would continue to go on for the next few seconds and until then she bashed as many of them as she could before the chair gave out. It'd been a mad scramble back up to the roof. There'd been little time to pick up weapons on the way up to the roof, but thankfully, Ms. Yun still had two heels she gave one to the young man and held another in her hand, "just in case, unless someone came armed with something a little more dangerous than a switchblade." Not that a heel was all that much better, but you know... She looked around the empty roof and then asked one of them, "anyone have a lighter?"

[member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Marzena Choi"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective Two.
Stage Four.

Although [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] could run for as many metres as he wanted to, the Colonel was speaking to the pilot -- how else would they get this Lieutenant? Naturally, he'd have to be in visual range for A'sharad to save his life.

"Last shuttle is landed in the Wolf's Maw, Colonel." To which, silence was the answer from the Colonel. The Sith Knight scoured the streets visually. Time was ticking down. They wouldn't be able to get the Lieutenant and land on the ship, they'd have to vacate the immediate area ASAP. Shouldn't be a problem.

"Fire your flare, Lieutenant."

Hopefully the shuttle was close to where the flare was going to appear, for the Sith Knight certainly wasn't of the mind to stop the ship. No, merely a grasp with the Force and a tug. Certainly, the stormtrooper was going to be in for a quick trip.

 

[Darth Veles]

​Coming closer from all sides, his tormentors were about to descend and rip him into pieces, a small taste of things to come for the rest of eternity. Whatever remained from Darth Veles whimpered and cried, stripped of all qualities and left only with the purest form of fear as the surrounding crowd approached. Completely enslaved by panic, did not even notice an invisible force seizing his presence and forcefully pulling it up at great speed. The ghoulish figures of ancient Sith all reached up, clawing at their newest victim, nearly pulling him back down to the Void’s darkest pits reserved for Sith lords, but their rotting, skeletal hands seized nothing and cut through emptiness. Casting hollow looks after their escaping brother, they knew they’d have to wait longer to welcome him in their ranks. Whether it took months or years, they’d wait, exercising the famous Sith patience.

Veles’ ascent through infinity sped up, carrying him through memories and giving flesh to his bones. A painful, yet somewhat relieving experience. He was becoming whole again, enough to realize his victory, albeit oblivious to the fact he had been cured by the First Order while his mind battled against the virus. He had zero idea when and how the brilliant minds synthesized a vaccine to erase the insidious plague or where and in what state his body was found. It ultimately didn’t matter at all, as long as he survived. Saved, spared, he awoke in a weak, crippled body – but it was a body he could control. Strength would eventually return to the Sith, leaving this entire ordeal a distant memory.
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[WD-334]

WD-334 reached [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] and stayed by his side. The man had found a missile launcher, something made of use. The war droid gave a bleep of confirmation to the man after the command to move. It used it's loader arm to try and clear any in their way, acting as Ranulph's guardian. They reached a safe zone, where Ranulph fired up a flare. WD watched out for the shuttle that was to pick them up, scanning the horizon of the buildings and the sky.