A privateering gone wrong.
Boarding a Sith-marked merchant vessel, thinking it easy pickings, only to discover that not all the crew are as fragile as they seem. Aellin, blood of his sister still fresh on his hands, doesn't like it when the ship he bought passage on gets stopped by a bunch of goody-goody GA privateers.
There are a lot of sick people in the merchant's medbay. Aellin does not know the virus he carries. They signal the other vessels not to approach. Disease onboard. Privateers get into EVO suits.
Suddenly, the ship's systems shut down unexpectedly except for life support. Contact with the other privateering vessels is lost.
They revisit the medbay. It's empty.
Moaning in the ship.
It's the Blackwing Virus.
[member="Aellin Tedronai"]