Lost in Space [Mando'ade T3 Dominion of Myrkr Hex]

[Rashae]

Post count: 8


Her hand reached out towards Ardgal to stop him from handling the hot chest plate, but as quickly as he moved to human impossible functionality, the lady came to the quick realization it was likely the only way. That did not mean Rashae liked it and Ardgal would get an earful later, even if it was a tad unreasonable. She marked his position with a probing eye. The doctor knew damn well his hands were burnt.

Once Bloodborn had given the atmosphere of the room a tweak she glanced down at her read outs. It wasn’t great but it would do as her hands quickly worked his helmet off and worked to get the inner suit, lining, whatever the frak it was called. His chest was already showing signs of deep bruising of dark purple and black marks. Rashae made adjustments to the scanner before she grabbed vials and a hypo. He was injected in short order before she pulled out the bonemer injector.

Rashae worked quietly and quickly as she herself took her helmet off and her gloves to work easier. What fell down the back of her white hazmat suit was long lustrous waves of raven blue black hair.

“Drof. I gave you something for pain and shock. I am going to start treating your ribs. You got a few broken ones. Lay still, talk all you want but lay still. “ This was two seconds before her delicate sensitive finger tips ran along the ribs.

The woman did not have a medbed scanner that could tell her exactly where the breaks were. This was old school feel. It was like feeling for an odd ridge, indention, bump. Rashae took in a deep breath as she zeroed in her focus and all else was ignored. Slowly and with a surety she injected in between her fingers as he came across those indentions. Bonemer was used to seal up breaks with a synthetic bone material that helped fix shore up those breaks and the bones healed at a much greater rate. It was also not a very comfortable experience but she didn’t to knock him out. The pain meds should take the edge off of the procedure.

The raven haired scientist let the bonemer process sink in while she prepared for the next part to stabilize the man and hopefully get him on his feet. The next procedure was injecting bacta into the bruised organs. There was small bleeders detected but nothing life threatening yet. She held up the larger injector as she looked at Ardgal and Bloodborn. “Drof.. you got a couple of small bleeders out of your liver and spleen. I got to inject you with a bacta mixture. This is going to hurt.”

When she means hurt, she means a significant amount of pain. “I need to know if you can stay still or do I need the guys to hold you down?” Those ice blue eyes looked right at Drof.

The doctor was a beautiful woman. Her eyes spoke of a deeper person but often locked away and hidden. A slight expression of compassion was provided to Drof but rather he chose to hold out on his own or except help, with a firm decision and a steady hand the large needle went straight down towards the liver. Her other hand palpated over that area.


[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Vojak "] [member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Drof'del Tavor"]

 

[Satine Detta]

Location Obroa-Skai

Satine nodded, "Well come on" She started to walk towards the main passage for the Library system.

She scanned about with her blue eyes looking here and then there. "So I need a few folks willing to learn, and maybe have a group right here" Satine didn't look at the young girl now walking with her "use to be I could tell when I was being scammed. You caught me"

"Yeah, you just looked ya know too casual. Besides we've heard rumors about off worlders coming."

That caught Satine's attention, "Really. What did they say?"

The girl grinned real big, "Oh let's see, a new version of the Republic came up, First Order, and Mandalorians. But we all know Mandalorians don't read much"

Satine laughed, "You'd be surprised how much they do read." She shook her head but kept walking the girl was baiting her to see where she was from.

 

[Drof'del Tavor]

Drof. I gave you something for pain and shock.I am going to start treating your ribs.You got a few broken ones.Lay still, talk all you want but lay still.

"mmmkk Doc...do it." His words were slurred, as if he was drunk but to be honest he had no idea what was going on. He observed the team near him and they were doing what they could to secure the area and complete what mission they had left.

Drof could handle pain but anything severe he needed something hard to latch on to, or something to bite down on. He only had to do something like this once and it hurt like Feth. The only part of his body he could move without pain was his head/neck. He dare not to move anything else.

Kark, after this, I am going to a cantina and I am going to take it easy for a day or two. He thought to himself.

I need to know if you can stay still or do I need the guys to hold you down?

Drof's eyes widened a tad and he replied promptly "H...hold me down....or...give me ssssomething to bite.....down on...If not....thennnn do itt." He tried his best to talk to the doctor but he probably sounded like an uneducated Gundark at this point. Didn't matter, but what did matter is that no more of those things come around while the team is delayed on their mission.

He clenched his hands and balled them up into a fist to alleviate the pain he was feeling. If the Doc says this is going to hurt, then he was in for the ride of his life.
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Nolan Detta"] @Vojak

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami sighed at the words spoken by the Raxis clan member, not that he was speaking them or that he felt as though Ardgal were talking down to him, just the flood of memories of those whom he had considered family, as well as not even knowing the fate of his own parents. His voice betrayed a slight hint of him being lost in thought for the moment as he spoke.

"Yea...that's a lesson that is hard to forget. Family truly is irreplaceable, whether blood or not..."

The way he trailed off made it seem as though there was more he was going to say, but seemed to have forgotten. With that, Kurayami made his way over to the console as [member="Ardgal Raxis"] had instructed without another word, only nodding slightly in recognition that he had heard him. He was no expert at slicing but he had a decent grasp of such things given his past. Wouldn't be the first console he had rerouted power from, but it would be one of the few that remained in one piece after the fact. He took a few moments to look over the menu options that were presented and checked to see if there were any other consoles that this was hardwired into, basically seeing if there was a LAN that he could use to get access to nearby systems. So far the auxiliary power seemed to be holding well enough, and though he knew he wouldn't be able to get everything back to full he might be able to at least make it a bit more livable.

The environmental controls were thankfully accessible and seemed to be a simple matter of reactivating atmospheric shielding to cover any stress fractures or minor hull breaches to allow for the removal of one's helmet without worrying about hypoxia setting in after too much exposure. There was a secondary power system for emergencies, but the diagnostics reported that it was inoperable. He wasn't sure exactly how long this would remain in place, but he hoped it would remain beyond the amount of time they needed. He checked the status of the auxiliary generator and it looked to be just outside the yellow in terms of load on the system.

"We got environmental control back though not quite at one hundred percent, read out said it was only about 70% of optimal...or it should be in just a few moments. It was just getting the basic systems and atmospheric shielding back online. Aux power is just outside the yellow as far as load is concerned so we should be fine for the next while. As long a nothing else relating to power systems is seriously damaged it may even last the rest of this little fiasco."

As soon as he had updated the de facto leader on the status of the job he had been sent to perform he unholstered one of the MSD-32 disruptors from his hip and made sure it was charged and ready to go in case it was needed. The DC -17 stayed on his back for the moment as Ardgal removed the still hot armor from [member="Drof'del Tavor"], who seemed to just now be regaining consciousness to an appreciable degree. He had to admit he felt bad for the kid, but at least he was still alive. His gamble had paid off even if it had been a less than sane option.

He kept watch as [member="Rashae"] set to work. He could see her as she worked and still maintain a close eye on the surroundings thanks to the HUD. He had to say that he was glad the helm hid his reaction when she took off her helm. He mouthed the word "Wow..." silently, before shaking his head and turning his attention back to keeping a closer watch on the readouts of the surroundings. Within a few seconds he had the current setting of the room itself set as a baseline, excluding the others from the 'standard' surroundings. While Another minute went by as he recalibrated the scanners and uploaded the shape and other details he had gotten of the creature as an anomaly that would set off alerts with a marker pointing towards where the 'ping' was located. Hopefully it could keep up well enough for him to take care of any other potential threats before it became an issue.

 

[Ria Misrani]

En Route to Thisspias
BYOO
Post 2

It was said that Mandalorian Crusaders had once won this planet, on the same note it wrote about the Galactic Empire (the one of old) and the New Republic. Amaya read as much as she piloted the Kirehe, having taken over for one of her crew. And now it would be the site of a survey, a Mandalorian would once again touch ground here. She was looking at this planet for a few reasons, one colony and two she wanted to expand HVHAR Operations and since the Mando'ade looked to grow again, it couldn't hurt to take a look herself. "Ramatesh Control, Kirehe requesting docking clearance." One of the other crew members could be heard requesting clearance as she set the heavy frigate up to land.

"What's your purpose here?"

"Survey, looking to negotiate with whoever's in charge barter some land, names Amaya Verd of Clan Verd." She took over on comms and awaited Ramatesh Control.

It was silent for a few moments before the crackle of the microphone opened up again. "Hangar four, docking bay Auresh. We'll send an escort and a representative of the Monarchy there."

"Oh, a representative - this'll be interesting," Amaya quipped under her breath as the Kirehe moved into atmo.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Obroa-Skai Station​

DEEP SPACE​

(Objective: Recover and Help save my vod)​

Allies: Mando'ade, [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Rashae"]
and [member="Drof'del Tavor"]​

Enemies: The Unknown...?​

Post: 10/20​

​

Being Firrerreo had its advantages, being half Firrerreo came with half those advantages. Being a vong-formed, half Firrerreo who had his DNA template screwed with came with its own ball of wax that was an intense pain in the butt. But being Vong shaped came with its blessings of course, other wise the geneticists over Project: Madman would have cut it from the program. They botched it, altered it, and added their own twist to things in some pretty horrific ways. That was a big reason, as Rashae had noticed from her own samples of his cells, a lot of it looked half done, and incredibly crude.

They were working in the territories of gods, messing with life on such a deep level and attempting to re-write what it means to be mortal. It was a level no mortal ever should walk. It was a project that only a madman would undertake.

Ardgal closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. The Firrerreo genes he possessed accelerated his healing, and the tampering those scientists had taken on his form shot it through the roof. The shrapnel wound on his shoulder had already sealed around the phrik sticking out from his stab. The muscle tissues and blood vessels were already well underway to repairing the damage that had been done. Even it had its limits of course, which was how he had first met Rashae. But for most things like this, he could keep on going.

But it hurt like hell. Ardgal braced his elbows on his knees. The warrior quickly flicked his helmet mic off so the other's wouldn't hear his gasping pants. His hands throbbed with intense agony as blood was rushed to them. He could feel his fingers swelling and his mending themselves in a matter of minutes what took most beings days. His analysis chip was great for pushing through pain, especially in the middle of combat. But it did nothing to stop it or slow it down. If anything, it amplified it with horrific clarity. Life, as Ardgal knew it, was hell.

And just like it had started, in less than sixty seconds, his hands were mostly healed. Not completely, but they were well enough for him to be of use again. He flicked his mic back on.

"I'll hold him down," the warrior said calmly, his voice didn't betray the hell his body had just put him through. Both of his hands gripped Drof's body with intense firmness, "Hang in there, Vode."

He was careful to stay out of the doctor's way as she worked. He knew how delicate what she did was, and the last thing he wanted to do was slow her down. That didn't mean, of course, that they had to slow down the mission they had come here for. If anything, this was a great chance for them to begin gathering deeper intel they needed.

"Bloodborn," Ardgal said calmly as he watched on with drof, "Can you gather us any details from the mainframe on what it is we were going against? Anything could be useful, anything at all. If we can pinpoint an origin we could end this as soon as we are finished with our medical needs here."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Myrkr; Great Northern Forest
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: [member="Titun"]
Post: 7/20

"Seems they're not so cowardly after all," the Mand'alor said under his helmet, commenting on the bold actions of the Empire as its high and decorated officers decided to land their troops on the surface of Myrkr. It was brave, yet foolish at the same time. Myrkr had been part of the Mandalorian fold a great many years and over those years they knew the land by hand. They knew every sector, every trail, and every key position. But that wasn't all. No, they also learned how to live with the land and have a mutual bond with it. They didn't conquer or dominate Myrkr; instead they learned how to cooperate with it. They breed and domesticated their own packs of Vornskrs as well as farming their own herds of ysalamari.

Perhaps the Munin and his warriors didn't had an advantage in the heavens of Myrkr, but they held the upper hand on the earth of the planet. Which was being displayed to the Imperial forces as when Stormtroopers, Marines, and all classes of hostile soldiers made it to the ground wrath, fury, and hell was unleashed upon them. There were some Mandalorian casuaultes, but they weren't as significant to the advancing Imperial units. Anti-personnel turrets focused on infantry, anti-aircraft weapons were directed at dropships and other air vehicles alike, and ordnances were concentrated on vehicles.

So far, they were doing well on the defense but Vilaz wanted to make a small offensive against the Imperials.

The Concordian shot an anti-personnel rocket at the beach which would disrespect the already fallen hostile soldiers, and wound and kill those caught in its radius. "Y'all are with me. See that walker right there," the Sole Ruler said to a squad of Mandalorian warriors, pointing out an enormous AT-AT walker to which those that he addressed to nodded.

"Good, we're gonna hijack it. Ready your weapons, jetpack, and make sure y'all have something to get inside of it."

 

[Rashae]

Post count: 9

The Doctor did not hesitate as the needle started inserting about the same moment Ardgal gripped Drof tightly. Rashae was vaguely aware of the Raxis Alor's other orders to Bloodborn as the slow progression of the needle stopped and she started the slow squeeze that would seep the viscous Bacta mixture into and around his liver.

The focused woman was very careful not to put too much in one spot. Yells, curses, gritted teeth, growls were ignored as she was more concerned with proper placement and amounts than how much pain it was causing. Rashae did warn him. It had to be done and they didnt have time for pain management. That luxury would need to wait for later for her to get both Ardgal and Drof into proper medical facilities to provide better care. This was survival and by the galaxy she was going to ensure they survived medically in as much as was her power to do so.

“Easy Drof. “ She said as the needle came up. The scanner was renewed over him as she shifted it over an inch or two to gauge about where the spleen was. The big needle was wiped with antiseptic and it went down again with equal fortitude and precision as the last time.

Keep him steady, Ardgal. “ Came the even toned velvet voice. Her finger moved over expertly to palpate and make sure there wasn't too much bacta/coagulant in any one spot. Bloating would not be good right now. The body absorbs bacta in time but bloating or overfill of any given area created discomfort, pain, unnecessary swelling and that would likely slow the Mandalorian down.

It was difficult to control a Mandalorian drunk on pain adrenaline. The little woman was starting to realize how efficiently the warrior race used that. Despite the variety of species that join their ranks, its like eventually, by osmosis they acquire this ability. She brought the needle back up as she again rescanned. Rashae looked over at Ardgal to give a nod so he hopefully could go analyze what Bloodborn came up with on the mainframe. It would take a computer to deal with another computer.

“Drof.. say laid down for a few minutes. Let the bacta and coagulants work, then we can get you back into your armor. I hope.” The woman looked over at his shrapnel splattered chest plate.

If Ardgal's back turned towards Rashae she would see the piece on his back. If his healing was as fast as his genetic genome patterns and biological samples she was privileged to analyze, more than likely meant it healed around the foreign object. That will eventually have to be removed. The look on her face clearly indicated if they locked eyes that he better tell her if he was having issues. Would he? Likely not but she would fuss at him later.

Propriety of the situation dictated at the moment was not the time for such things. Meanwhile she returned to monitoring Drof's vitals till Bloodborn and Ardgal figured out what was on those mainframes. Rashae was burning with curiosity, but one thing at a time. Her other scientists were buzzing around collecting samples from various parts of the body. They mumbled about possible theories of what this creature was mutated from. So far the theory landed on a human base with cephalopod and oddly initial genetic screen was coming up with Lophiiforms.

“Well that explains the bioluminescense and the mucus hybrid.” As she looked at the data her scientist brought her. All the while basically sitting on Drof's leg to make sure he doesn't move till she was sure the medicine was working. Not that a good strong shove wouldn't dislodge her but the doctor thought she had it under control.



[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Nolan Detta"] @Vojak [member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Drof'del Tavor"]

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

"Copy that. I'll try to dig through the logs and see what info is available."

Kurayami holstered the disruptor pistol as he made his way back to the terminal he had reactivated the atmospheric controls from, and pulled up a visual of the power distribution throughout the ship. There were many non-critical systems that had been shut down when the switch to auxiliary power was made. As he studied the way the power was being distributed he came to a rather obvious conclusion. If there were bacta tanks, cryopods or stasis tanks onboard, and there should be given the nature of the work that seemed to be going on, then those would still be powered up unless power had been manually cut to them. To trace the route that was taking would take at least a few minutes but he was positive that the logs would be stored within such an area or very nearby.

Once the trace finished he pulled up the network map he had made earlier on his HUD and overlaid that with the power distribution map. There seemed to be a few consoles connected as a redundancy measure. He would have to work through each one individually due to the power constraints. Mentally he assigned them numbers one through four. Powering up the first on the list brought him to a menu, looking over his options he selected the one that mentioned logs, though the first portion was unreadable, possible data corruption from the sudden outage. He cursed this turn of events as he attempted to download the logs contained therein. Looking back over to the network map he was preparing to divert power to the second console when he caught sight of a second line running from the console that was powered on. This didn't lead back to the regular network though...backup server was the most likely scenario. Using that connection as a guide he diverted power from the current console over to the backup server. No doubt it would be encrypted but if he could just get the files all would be good. He reached into a pouch on his belt, the same one that held his lightsaber, and pulled out a security spike. He learned long ago these things were good for when you were onboard a ship with failing systems.

Plugging it into the console, he took a few minutes to make sure it was set to grant access to the correct server and promptly remembered that it was not on the main network. It would be a bit risky, but if he could divert a small amount of power from the atmospheric shielding he could power on the console long enough to get the files. He knew he would have to watch the power consumption carefully, but it shouldn't take more than a single percent from the shielding he had reactivated. Taking a deep breath he started the transfer. The power consumption bumped just over green and into the yellow, barely. He knew that this shouldn't take too long, but there was a lot of data. Hooking his datapad up as the spike worked to crack the password on the server through the other console, he readied himself for the flood of data. And there it was...huge amounts of files, thousands at least he was sure. The server had personal logs, research logs, test data, everything they could want. Problem is he only broke through the encryption for access to the server, not the encryption at the folder, subfolder, or individual file level. That would have to be done by someone else or later...or both. he sighed in relief as the file transfer completed and he powered down the research/medbay/whatever console and the server. He watched the power level drop back to where it had been before disconnecting his datapad and standing to make his way over to [member="Ardgal Raxis"].

"Sorry about the wait there, the files were on a server. The ones on the main console I used were corrupted, likely from sudden loss of power...or one of the researchers tried to hide what was taking place here. The server had thousands of files, everything from personal logs, to research and testing. Not sure how long this thing was going on, but whatever it was, they were meticulous with their record keeping. Only issue is that the files from the server are still encrypted, couldn't break through that without draining too much power. If there are any files you can access then be my guest."

Kurayami swiped to transfer the data to Ardgal to allow him to analyze it as he wished. After making sure everything was transferred, he looked over to where [member="Rashae"] was still working on [member="Drof'del Tavor"]. Kid was tough, he had to give him that, he could only hope that it didn't hurt the view those in the room held of him too much.

 

[Drof'del Tavor]

The Doctor did what she had to do and Ardgal held him down. Drof would be lying if he said he wasn't in pain.

Vision blurred even more and he couldn't hear anything. Voices were distorted and a constant ringing was present in his ears.

His breath was rhythmic at this point as he embraced what was to come. Needles were breaking skin and fluids were flowing throughout his body to fulfill their purpose. Now all that remained was to get back into his armor and hopefully get back to the mission.

"Can't.......unnggghhh"
He faded back to a slumber. His energy was drained out of him. The viscous material that lay on his body was starting to harden on his armor plating. A dissolving mechanism? He didnt know. What he did know is that he was in utter pain. His teeth grit together like a rough blade against durasteel. His eyes opened and he saw Ardgal holding him down once more and telling him to hang in there. Drof would hold on as long as he could. He had to. He had promises to fulfill and he planned on keeping his word for it.

"AUUGHHH. KRIFFF!" He cursed. He hadn't felt a pain like this before but the Doctor was saving his life so he would take that any day.

[member="Rashae"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Vojak "][member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Kalyr Alor"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Obroa-Skai Station​

DEEP SPACE​

(Objective: Recover some data and stuff)​

Allies: Mando'ade, [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Rashae"]
and [member="Drof'del Tavor"]​

Enemies: The Unknown...?​

Post: 11/20​

​

He watched as Rashae treated Drof. The cold side of him took over and Ardgal did what he had to do. It was just about the need for his comrade to make it. Without this effort, he would die, or worse, be in intensive suffering for the rest of his days. It was just about survival right now.

"Excellent work, Bloodborn," Ardgal said at the man's words after Rashae had treated Drof. He paused, locking eyes with the doctor. He didn't know what to call what they had here, or what exactly it was, and even at this inopportune time with shrapnel in his back, danger around every corner, and his battered vod between them. It was a horrible time to be dealing with feelings and his cyborg side hated it. He nodded back to her. From behind his T-slit visor his dark eyes locked back on hers and said something clear to her, good work, I will be ok.

He rose to his feet, placing his hand delicately on her shoulder as he passed to meet Bloodborn behind her. It was time to work.

His armor hooked directly into his datachip, making it literally, an extension of his body in every possible way. Ardgal pulled a connector wire from the fold of his gauntlet and plugged it into the datapad. The warrior's eyes went out of focus, his body became virtually limp as the warrior stared ahead with unseeing eyes. His mind had gone to a different place entirely

Ardgal looked down at his hands. No gauntlets, no armor. I was in armor. What happened? He looked at his body, dressed in a familiar suit the warrior knew he hadn't worn in years, not since--this is a simulation. This isn't real.

He looked around. The sky was black as the midnight and starless sky. Before him perfect rows and columns of dozens and dozens of black filing cabinets loomed as far as the eye could see, their metallic sides glossy and ominous. The ground itself was the only thing giving off light. The glossy white flooring gave off an ominous but ambient lighting. It was quiet, scentless. It was the digital reality. He strode forward quietly, carefully opening the cabinet and peering into the file he pulled out. Everything here happened at the speed of thought. Conventional rules of time did not apply. A private journal, pointless. He slammed the cabinet shut and move onto the next. Security Protocols. He slammed the file closed and moved on.

For Ardgal the minutes stretched into hours, days, weeks, and months as he searched every file for his prey. Months turned to years in an endless search. His mind grew tired as he read through them all, like an eternity of purgatory, the warrior moved from cabinet to cabinet, reading and moving on. It felt like it would never end as he combed through every needless file the datapad had retrieved. What they had hidden, they worked hard to bury. Finally his fingers gripped yet another cabinet, jerked it open and read the file. This. This is it.

"Got it," he said unplugging from the datapad at last. Ardgal felt a wave of dizziness wash over him as the warrior reverted back to reality. He didn't know how long he had been there, or how long had passed in the real world. The world was spinning around him, spinning, on its head.

Ardgal took a step to the side, stumbling as his hands stretched out for something to lean on and brace himself. The warrior missed his step and collapsed on his knees, falling on his hands and knees at last. Panting and blinking, he struggled to get his bearings again with reality after spending so long in the virtual.

"There are four more that survived out of ten," he said at last, "Prototypes. I don't know if they have also escaped their captivity, but we need to move fast to destroy them either way before--before they are unleashed on the rest of the world," he managed to look up, glancing to Bloodborn and Rashae, "And they are much much worse."

 

[Rashae]

Post count: 10

Rashae heard his anguished noises. It had to hurt like hell. She had finished as she breathed and sat on his leg as the edge of the pain hopefully abated. She mixed an antibiotic spectrum for the hypo. She wasted no time in injecting this mixture into his neck while he was breathing hard to recover from the worst of it.

“Just antibiotics.” She relayed.

There was a single nod from Rashae towards Ardgal. Stubborn man, but what did she expect. Probably more of this kind of behavior from a Mandalorian.

Rashae relayed the additional genetic make up. “Ardgal, we got about fifteen percent, give or take, on Lophiiforms. This set of species are crude, archaic and very primitive. They are notoriously hardy and adaptive. Bioluminescence and bioelectrical are possible.” That was before Ardgal connected to the data Bloodborn provided.

Now the wait. That had to be a rather large amount of data to hack through and sort. Did he even know what he was looking for? But then again she would probably stay in there for weeks before coming up for air. She spent her time monitoring Drof who after fifteen minutes was looking stable enough to allow up.

Rashae looked over at his chest plate. “Drof, I can keep you going for a while but you are going to need rest. I have stims that can do that artificially but when you finally crash, you will sleep for a couple of days. Do you want that now or later. “

Once Ardgal had the data he wanted her head snapped around. “Can you feed me the data on those four? Please!! “ She asked more vigorous than she wanted. Something worse than what they already encountered was unfathomable.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Drof'del Tavor"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

"Just doing what I can to get this all settled."

His reponse to [member="Ardgal Raxis"] was short, but he figured it would be best to keep it there while he was trying to connect with the datapad. Seemed a bit strange to Kurayami still, even after having worked with cyborgs who could do so before it was always an odd thing to see a person literally plug themselves into a machine. This would allow for a faster data transfer rate though and a more reliable one. Now it would just be waiting for the answers. How long that would take was anyone's guess he just hoped it wouldn't be too terribly long in the end.

It may have been minutes, or hours, Kurayami wasn't entirely sure between [member="Drof'del Tavor"] and his pained vocalizations, trying to keep an eye on the scanners, and the stress of the situation itself. He knew the answer wasn't going to be a thing that he was exactly thrilled to hear unless it was Ardgal telling him that was the only or last one. He tried to search the holonet for information on the type of creatures [member="Rashae"] and her scientist friends were babbling about. Lophiiforms, sometimes he swore these people were making thing up as the went along just to confuse those who didn't study such things nearly as in depth. The data she gave on the species type though was not one he liked to hear.

It was a bit after the time Kurayami had spent mulling over these thoughts that Ardgal came out of his trance and gave the most basic rundown of the information gathered. No that made this all worse, especially if they didn't know what else was involved or if all the subjects were from the same template even. So now it was time for a quick and impromptu Q&A.

"Alright so we know there are four more...prototypes. Not great. We know they are much, much worse than what we already ran into...this just keeps getting better. Big question here is were there logs about the template used for these things? If so what changed in each iteration? Finally, how are the others worse?"

This was not a comforting thought given how much it had taken to kill the other. Now was when the worry that they may not make it out of here alive started to set in for him.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Post 6

His comm channel buzzed to life with chatter as [member="Keira Ticon"] called on him to reinforce her position. Under more ideal circumstances, he would have directed the dropship toward her immediately and been halfway across the continent in under five hours. Regrettably, he had his own task to perform, and he could already see that it would not be an easy one. "Your Imperial friends have other ideas," he replied glumly. Above the overground lines, he watched as two ETA class shuttles swarmed in the same direction he was bound for.

"It looks as though they have the same idea we did," the Dark Jedi informed the other member of the Verd clan, "but if they manage to get the old fortifications online and occupy them before we do, the siege will be long and we'll expend what few precious resources we have trying to get them back out. We can't afford a loss here."

Laser fire from several escorts vessels battered the dropship, and Alkor braced for the impact. "Push through and drop me at the LZ," he called to the pilot, "then circle back. Don't take unnecessary risks here. I'll clear a path through, get the power back on, then signal you for an extraction."

"I'll double back and grab you some extra hands," the man suggested as he coaxed the throttle forward. "There's going to be at least half a garrison breathing down your neck."

Alkor nodded. "I'm aware," he said. "Grab anyone who's not already occupied with another task. We're spread pretty thin as it is- we can ill afford to split the numbers up any more than they already are. The plan-"

"Has changed pretty significantly," the pilot reminded him. "Playing hero will get you killed, vod."

He snorted, but the helmet muted the sound. "I'm sticking to the original plan," he said at last. "If you happen to find a few spare hands with guns, I welcome the backup, if not, no use feeling bad about it." He wasn't going to argue the point any further.

"Roger that," the pilot muttered with a grin. He knew better than to try reasoning with this man. "Thirty seconds to drop. You ready?"

Alkor shrugged.

"Then say your prayers, bur'cya. Preliminary scans are showing at least forty heat sigs in the area. Break for cover as soon as you've got boots on the ground."

"How close can you put me to the generator installation?"

"You've got about a kilometer to play with," came the response. "Looks like they've demployed AA. I can't fly until you clear it."

"Comfirmed," Alkor said as he slid out the side of the ship and the wind whipiped his cloak. "Then pull back now. I can live with a little extra walking."

"Shoot to kill, Centaris."

Alkor let go of the dropship and free fell toward the dirt. "How else would I shoot?" he asked sarcastically, though there was no one to hear him. The warrior gripped his shotgun and blinked a few times, switching the comm channel back over.

"Mand'alor, I've reached the first generator," he called to [member="Vilaz Munin"] as he hit the ground with a grunt. "Imperials have deployed in the area. Anticipate heavy resistance on your end, too."

He took a breath, cooked the weapon to expel the last expended cartridge, and readied the next one. "And Keira," he added, "if I kill more than you, you're grabbing the tab next time we drink."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Myrkr
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: Imperials [member="Titun"]
Post: 8/20

"I'm already facing the enemy, Alkor," the Sole Ruler said to the Dark Jedi Mandalorian with a grunt in his voice, "but good luck and no prisoners. Kill them all."

There was no time to have long dialogue with any of his subordinates. He trusted that those under Alkor would be well led as the Dark Jedi had shown experience and talent. Within the Aka'liit there were no ranks unlike th defunct Clans. Seasoned veterans unique experience took command over those that were new bloods or not as hardened. Of course ther was sometimes discord when high caliber warriors fought for command, but they were rare and solved quickly.

"Y'all ready," the Munin said to his unit which all gave him confident nods.

With that the Mand'alor and his warriors activated their jetpacks and soared to the skies with their intention of landing on the th back of the AT-AT walker. While Vilaz would like to hijack the vehicle and use it against the Imperials he wouldn't mind destroying it if it came to that point. Blaster fire would be aimed at the flying Mandalorians but with that distraction they would be mercilessly hailed with fire from the others at the base.

 

[Rashae]

Location: Padme, Medical convoy
Allies: Mando’ade
Enemies: whoever shoots the medical convoy
Post Count: 11


Commander Stephan Cantalos came out of hyperspace a bit before Mykr. Reports streaming in from the various mandalorian clans along with the Mand’alor’s ships. Communication was provided to the various clan of the approach of Minister Lovous’s medical convoy. It consisted of a standard Nebulon B frigate fitted to be a moving fully functional medical hospital with research capabilities. It wasn’t completely what Rashae needed but it sufficed for now in regards to long range research. This frigate was not as heavily armed as the nebulon b would normally be.

Behind it was two bulk freighters and four medical corvettes produced by Ashearth Industries. The bulk freighters were solid, environmentally controlled and utility use only. The medical corvettes were moving full service clinics and could provide imminent trauma service and emergency Medevac. Commander Cantalos stood on the bridge as he engaged their allies.

“Mand’alor Munin. Commander Cantalos of the Padme entering Mykr space, obtaining an outer band orbit. Deploying Medical Corvettes upon engagement of enemy forces. Do we have a covered corridor to Medevac?” Cantalos had a cultured but military way about him.

Despite Munin’s occaisional bouts of emotional outbursts with his actions, Cantolos respected the Mandalorian leader. One can not get to be a leader in the Mandalorian culture without acquiring a reputation, respect. The older military veteran smiled in the holo.

“I really don’t want Rashae fussing over holes in her Padme. I would appreciate if we avoided that if at all possible? “ The dry humor of the commander was sometimes something to get used to unless you liked dry humor.

Once the enemy was engaged, the intelligence team and communications team poured over incoming data and com chatter to determine when to send out the medical corvettes. Once the first call for evac was issued, the Medical corvettes were deployed. Rashae’s philosophy was simple. Integrity, Communication and Knowledge was the corner stones of her business and way of the world. That was how the Padme operated. The old man missed having that passionate leader of theirs on the bridge and the inevitable confrontation of if she was going to lead an evac team or not.


[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Space
Objective: Don't Ruin Scratching Post

Aryn stretched, his muscles shifting beneath the weight of his armor, his mouth opening and his tongue flicking forward for just a moment as he caught in a deep breath of air.

His fingers twitched slightly, clawing rapping against the side of the overly large armchair. He leaned back, a slight creak of metal echoing out as his weight shifted within the chair. The Mando'ade next to him looked down for a moment, his expression being somewhat telling. Aryn stared up at the man, then slowly rolled his shoulders.

The difficulty with being so large was they really didn't make chairs that often fit him. He'd once held a conversation with a large Bessalisk about the issues with chairs and the two of them had agreed that it was both obnoxious and slightly humiliating. Unfortunately for the larger species of the galaxy however the smaller ones didn't really seem to care about their plights. It was something that he imagined would eventually be the greatest issue in the galaxy but just hadn't quite yet come to the forefront of the galactic mind.

Likely because of all the human centrism.

"We've nearly arrived Myrkyr."

The Togorian shifted again, the chair creaking loudly beneath him. "Good."

It had been months since Ra's disappearance, and since the former Mand'alor had gone Aryn and clan Spar had once again fallen into the backdrop of galactic Events. They had never taken a true foothold, something that reflect poorly on himself. It was a regret he held dearly, though one he hope to now counter with opportunity presented.

"Land immediately." His voice was gruff.

 

[Drof'del Tavor]

Post: 16
Allies: [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Vojak "][member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Nolan Detta"]

The sharp pain was starting to dissipate, but not quickly enough. He could feel the solution coursing through his veins like a flowing river. He hoped that this would get him back in action.

Drof,I can keep you going for a while but you are going to need rest.I have stims that can do that artificially but when you finally crash, you will sleep for a couple of days.Do you want that now or later

Drof needed combat relief now, he didnt want the team to be down one man.
"Do it....now Doc. I need to be back in action. Ill chance it" He proclaimed.

His heartbeat was starting to rise as adrenaline kicked in his "fight or flight" response. Drof hated taking chances, but sometimes during a mission you have to. Bodily functions were returning at a steady rate, he could feel his body again and it was sore.

He didn't hear everything but he did overhear that there were more test subjects located on this vessel. Kriff....really? More? Come on. Drof didn't dread it but one beast was enough for him, now to face 4 more? Hopefully Lady Luck would be on their side this go around.

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: Myrkr
Allies: N/A
Post: 1

Kad stood on the grounds of the dark planet, dark because he felt no connection to the force here. He didn't need it, but still there was a sense something was missing. The lizards which inhabited the planet used the mask a defense mechanism for predators which used the force to hunt them, but it hindered his abilities as well.

He was not here for the use of the force, only for the thrill of being among the faithful. Kad traveled alone this day, and needed the space to clear his head. Thoughts swirled over the relationships in his life. Certain ones were coming to a close, others opening to new possibility. Kad was uncertain about what to make of it all, and he needed the peace to come to his own mind.

Having gotten sober helped, but there were questions he asked himself. Why did he suddenly care about what a certain female thought about him? Would he be able to keep himself from getting distracted when he was with her? Was Kad going to ever truly be able to move beyond the loss of his beloved "Spitfire?" The last question hurt to think about, and led to another... would Ralize be able to forgive him for doing so.

He'd watched his sister move on from her losses quickly, and easily, compared to his slow pace. Even the woman Kad found himself developing feelings for seemed to have a better hold of reality, though he knew she coped by staying stonewalled in the face of anything which had the power to hurt her. Kad had hurt her, and he only now had found himself in her good graces once again. The fact Kad had even been able to hurt her in the way he had made him wonder if her feelings on the matter were closer in line with his than she let on. Kad still needed to know his own mind however, and a hunt seemed as though it would give him the space he needed.

It wasn't that Kad didn't know his mind, feelings, or heart, but he wanted to confirm them. His sister, as well as others, had been telling Kad it was time to move on, and as a drunk that had not been possible. Now that he was sober, Kad felt he could find the answer to whether he could. The ultimate question was whether there was now room for another... could he move on without trying to replace his wife, and by doing so tarnish her memory.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Space
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"]
Post: 2

Aden was flying through the stars in an endeavor to enjoy "guy time" with his step brother in-law, Lok. The two had not really known each other well, and their only common connection was Aden's wife, [member="Mesh'la Dral"]. She still insisted on the fact they were not married anymore, but Aden didn't really care. He had never broken their riduurok, and didn't accept that she had. Both of them were being stubborn about it, and it was like them to be so.

Lok had a solution to all of Aden's frustration, and that was to go get into a fight with something. Of course it seemed like a good idea, and Aden didn't take long to answer. He knew Lok had a reputation, and Mesh'la had her reservations about the two leaving together, but in the end it would give them both space to think. Aden wasn't about to get any less stubborn, and he wanted their marriage to come together again in the full sense it could. Mesh'la was still undecided, though willing to raise their son together. It was obvious to Aden...

The ship broke the atmosphere.

"Strap yourself in... it's about to get bumpy," he said to Lok as the nose of the ship began to glow. "We'll be on the ground in no time."