...Now I Got My Cootie Shot [TRA,LOtF]

[Delila Castillon]

@[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Dirks Hutchinson"] |@[member="Moira Skaldi"] |@[member="Noah Corek"] | @[member="Lylin Osh"] | @[member="Triko"] | @[member="Sargon Vynea"]

The CR90 Corvette, Divergent, screamed through hyperspace towards the forest moon of Endor. The Corvette had been redesigned inside, modified into a troop transport, taking advantage of the swiftness contained in the CR90 model to get soldiers in and out of the most delicate situations. This assignment was no different. Intelligence had trickled down information of secret laboratory that produced chemical and biological weapons like candy.

Standing in the briefing room of the Corvette, Delila had darkened the room and laid out a holoprojection of Endor. A suggested location of the laboratory showed up as a large red blotch on the holoprojection. Looking out at the crammed briefing room she decided all who decided to come along had shown up. Besides the room was getting quite packed with soldiers and their gear everywhere.

"Thank you all for listening. Intelligence sources have given us a lead on a laboratory producing all sorts of nasty. Biological, chemical, diseases. Rumors have surfaced that this facility may have a live strain of the Gulag virus."

Pausing to let the information sink in, Delila switched the holoprojection to an image. To the untrained eye it just looked like a strand of trees. Hell, to herself it looked like just a pack of dense trees and vegetation. Those smarter than her said otherwise.

"The facility is thought to be somewhere in this area but we are not certain. Getting there is not the trickiest part. Taking this facility down is. I've spoken to Rebel scientists and doctors....any explosions or jarring could mean disaster for us. According to them the facility is most likely keeping these weapons in fragile containers. This could very easily go south if caution is not exercised at every turn. This isn't a bombing run. Surgical precision will be required to insure this assignment goes off smoothly."

"Thoughts or questions before we come out of hyperspace?"

 

[Triko]

@Thessa Kai | @Dirks Hutchinson |@Moira Skaldi |@Noah Corek | @Lylin Osh | @[member="Delila Castillon"] | @Sargon Vynea

Triko'd joined these rebels while on the bog, and he probably would leave them in the same manner.

Anyhow, he'd entered a fairly important contract, be it one written or not. He was actually helping the galaxy, or at least trying to, and he was giving it a good old go, like any respectable gentleman. This was a change of pace, to say the least, considering it'd been a week or so since he'd tried to kill a senator with a flying bantha, robbed a bank and assaulted a space station with a Chiss, a Fondorian and a stoner.

Having listened to the instructions, he didn't seem to have any questions.

Don't blow things up. Take the chemicals.

Shoot people.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

A live strain of the Gulag Plague, what was the doctor thinking? Sargon rarely intervened in other planet's business, but this was far more serious then borders. Any strain of the Gulag Plague should have been immediately destroyed in a black hole if necessary. Walking through the garrison which surrounded the facility Sargon's Shadow walked just behind him its rather intimidating presence more so by the Ravager it held in it's hands. The acquisition of Blas-Tech's services had served the Fringe military well, and even Sargon on a personal level.

As a rather annoyed base commander approached the Governor of Bakura his face showed that he simply didn't care what the Governor thought. "Governor Vynea, I'm afraid I can't really help you. Your civil authority doesn't exist here on Endor. As such this facility will not be able to follow your orders."

Sargon was not a man easily irritated, but this man was already pushing the wrong buttons. "Optio, I don't think you understand. I'm a military Governor, and at this moment the controlling officer of the 121st Legion. As for you, Optio, you just breached military law by not saluting me, such your reduction in rank. If you don't want to be a private get this place locked down, and get me @[member="The Plague Doctor"]."

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[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Delila Castillon"], @[member="Thessa Kai"], @[member="Noah Corek"], @Dirk Hutchinson, @[member="Lylin Osh"]


A laboratory producing some of the deadliest viruses, biological and chemical weapons, perhaps a live strain of the Gulag Virus...located on Endor, heavily guarded, ripe for the taking.

Moira stared impassively at the projection of the laboratory. The HRD could not feel emotion, but if she were capable of being excited then she would be so now. The potential of these weapons was...fascinating. So much could be accomplished, so much terror...they were power.

"This is a significant opportunity to improve our arsenal. Our focus should not be merely on taking the facility down, but on recovering what we can for our own stockpile and securing research dats. It will significantly improve the Rebellion's capabilities," she said emotionlessly. Some might say the production of biological and chemical weapons, let alone their use, might be unethical, but Moira was beyond such ideas.

Organics were inherently murderous, and she had been created with that in mind. She was also quite comfortable with being called a terrorist. Restraint in war was illogical. The devastation would be...beautiful. Terror was propaganda by the deed...a great act would bring the Rebellion onto the galactic stage.

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared had been tying his laces together and as such was a little bit late to the warm welcome his partner Sargon had just received. He was a bit amused at the commander's gruff attitude towards the so-called civilian and even more amused at the Lord Governor's brisk reply. The military is a tight bunch and they never liked when civilians get military ranks, so the man's attitude was understandable. Understandable, but foolish. There was a small part of Jared who just wanted to ignore the whole incident and just continue with their goal at hand. But he was the de-facto Grand Admiral now, it would not do to simply ignore problems. Besides problems are there to be solved.

"Optio, I don't think you understand. I'm a military Governor, and at this moment the controlling officer of the 121st Legion. As for you, Optio, you just breached military law by not saluting me, such your reduction in rank. If you don't want to be a private get this place locked down, and get me @The Plague Doctorhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2007-the-plague-doctor/."​

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Walking up to the two conflicting parties, Jared raised his hands slowly and showed a charming smile.

"Gentlemen, please. Why do we have to resort to such crude interactions?" Then he looked at the officer at duty and showed him a glimpse of his annoyance. "Soldier, my name is Jared Ovmar, Grand Admiral Karrde has promoted me to the rank of Lord Admiral. I assume you realize this puts me right beneath her in the chain of command? Good." Without awaiting for any retorts, Jared gazed at his partner. "Lord Governor, the soldier sees the errors in his ways. Could I implore you to rescind your earlier punishment?"

The garrison here were used to their commander, they liked him and he was a good soldier. It would not due to strip him from his rank after one small mistake, the moral of the soldiers would certainly be diminished by it. And that is something no one wants. Jared hoped his friend would see it his way and extend leniency.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Jasper Void]

Sitting in silence Jasper leaned back against the wall with his arms sprawled out behind him, quite comfortable in fact. He was wearing iron skin armor, and a simple set of drab camouflage complete with hood and mask to keep his identity safe. He loathed the heaviness of a blaster rifle, and instead had opted for a Ripper from Blas-Tech. Jasper could care less for all this scheming, and freedom nonsense, but he did enjoy the idea of blowing things up. The true oppurtunity though was getting his hands on a living strain of the Gulag Plague, the things he could make with that.

@[member="Moira Skaldi"] seemed to share a similar opinion, and while he doubted she would be as willing as he was to destroy the whole stockpile to simply let the disease loose, he would. "Agreed, either that or simply blow it up from the air. We could leave before it even mattered that the viruses had a chance to start their work."

@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien was sat in his yacht doing what he did best supervising his underlings.He was eating breakfast and glancing over reports on the facility situated on the planet.Sargon had been rather concerned by the revelation that the doctor in charge had been hoarding strains of the Gulag Virus, Lucien was less concerned.He had no doubt that this doctor knew what he was doing. So instead of storming into the facility Lucien had remained in his yacht coming to endor only to take a short break from the hell that was Zaadjas icy climate. Perhaps he would stroll over to the facility and take a look around. The doctor may have some ... tools to keep Zaadjas populace under control. These plans were however for the future for now Lucien was content to look out of the window onto the forests of Endor and eat his breakfast.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon considered @[member="Jared Ovmar"]'s request as he stared at the garrison commander now literally overwhelmed with high authority. He had allowed himself to be agitated, but the commander had simply not done his homework on his incoming VIPs. "Perhaps, but some humility is in order. A military man of your years, and rank should have known protocol. You'll be reassigned to Zaadja, I know Governor @[member="Lucien Cordel"] could undoubtedly find use for you. I'm going to assume that the remoteness of this base has simply allowed you to feel disengaged from the Fringe military at large."

It was as large a forgiveness as Sargon was willing to give for the moment. The garrison commander should have alerted Fringe Command the moment he realized there was a live strain of the Gulag Plague on planet. it was enough to give any galactic power a cause to invade, or at least cause sanctions. Turning his comms to reach the entire base Sargon would hopefully see this taken care swiftly. [color=blue::All garrison personal, the @[member="The Plague Doctor"]'s facility is currently on lock down, no one in, no one out. Expect specialized units to arrive soon.::[/color]

Turning to Jared he just shook his head, "What in the name of the force was the Doctor thinking? The galaxy might not survive a second Gulag plague, and we know the Fringe Confederacy wouldn't."

 

[Alleycat]

@Thessa Kai | @Delila Castillon |@Moira Skaldi |@Noah Corek | @Lylin Osh | @Triko | @Sargon Vynea | @[member="Jasper Void"]

Leaning against the bulkhead in the back of the room dressed in woodland camo BDU's, Dirks listened to the pre-mission briefing thoughtfully. The assault on the biohazard laboratory would be no cake walk for the Rebels. In fact, it would be down right dangerous. Lots to go wrong, but if they could just get their hands on a vial or two of one of the coveted agents it would be worth it in the long run.

For the SpecOps Major who had recently returned to the fold, it had been a no brainer to volunteer. He'd already had his shots, and liked a good challenge; one of many on his dance plate as of late.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Thessa Kai"], @[member="Jasper Void"], @[member="Delila Castillon"], @[member="Dirks Hutchinson"], @[member="Triko"]

Moira actually had no ethical problems with unleashing the disease on Endor. Strictly speaking she had no morals at all - consciences were like leashes to her and she had not joined the Rebellion to serve the 'greater good' or liberate the oppressed.

Such idealism had been burnt out of her many years before she was processed or - as she liked to put it, perhaps because some of Ruby still lived in her - ascended. Moreover, none of these weapons could kill her. She merely preferred having an arsenal for a larger target...to stockpile and unleash it on something grand. To make the Galaxy tremble and set it aflame.


"Unleashing the viruses upon the planet would be a strong signal of terror and show resolve. Significant enemy casualties to be expected, even with vaccination procedures. An act to put the Rebellion on the spotlight," she said emotionlessly. "However, not seizing the chance to acquire a stockpile would be a waste. There are...larger targets to unleash it upon, for an attack that will send ripples across known space" In other words she was purely being practical about it.

Larger targets...such as Dromund Kaas. Cora Passek would love it if Moira brought her a vial. "There has never been a proportionate response for Donanyd after all." Her tone was calm, impassive, as if this were a normal topic. Personally Moira would still like to pay Maramere a visit...there was a certain package there to acquire. She could surely put it to better use than the Protectorate leadership.

 

[Delila Castillon]

@Thessa Kai, @Jasper Void, @Moira Skaldi, @Dirks Hutchinson, @Triko, @[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Listening to the comments back and forth in the small room, Delila nodded. They had only a few options on this assignment and so far nearly everyone seemed to be in agreement.

"Bombing from the air is fine, but we didn't bring bombers. Once we pop out of hyperspace this is our once chance. Besides, we aren't exactly sure where the pinpoint location of this facility is. We can't afford to be wasting ordnance on trees and fuzzy native bears."

Switching back to the layout of Endor and the possible laboratory, Delila brightened the lights a little to spot everyone easier. She still had her eye on one of the newest join ups, a man named Jasper. He seemed more of the anarchist type rather than the liberator type. Perhaps he had been listening to too much CIS propaganda against TRA and their 'terrorist' ways.

"I agree we should try to get our hands on some of these potential weapons. Beneficial in making vaccinations for use, in addition to excellent bargaining chips. We don't know what the future will hold but if we've got something to hold over the head of this enemy, it just puts us in a better position of power. So lets get ready to move out. A final word....we don't have biohazard suits. Well, we do but we dont have the money to buy new when these ones get tore up in a jungle. Keep that in the back of your head as we push through the facility."

"Lets load up into the shuttle. May the Force be with all of us..."

 

[Triko]

@Thessa Kai | @Dirks Hutchinson |@Moira Skaldi |@Noah Corek | @Lylin Osh | @Delila Castillon | @Sargon Vynea

Having already evaluated that he didn't intend to blow anything up because, well, horrific poisonous chemicals weren't much fun, Triko rose to his feet, quickly weighing his pistols to evaluate if they were loaded or not.

Felt like it.

One last thing he did was draw a gas mask from the bottomless powergaming source storage area that was his poncho. Now he probably wouldn't breathe in anything nasty. It was also worth noting that as a jawa, he was pretty much covered up all over. Didn't make him impervious to chemicals though, unfortunately.

Corrosives could still go to fabric, contrary to popular belief.

Such thoughts still on his mind, he walked on with the other rebels to the shuttle.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Delila Castillon"], @[member="Triko"], @[member="Thessa Kai"], @[member="Jasper Void"], @[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]

There had been a time when Moira had believed in the freedom fighter rhetoric. Many years ago, in what almost seemed like another life and in many ways was. It had changed long before her transformation. But even Moira the genuine ideological rebel had been a true believer in the cult of doing whatever it takes by any means necessary. Chemical and biological weapons were not just leverage and a threat was only plausible if you were willing to carry it out.

Peace was....dull. Conflict was the true state of the universe...to see the Galaxy in flames would please her. But she appreciated the Rebel General being practical, even though she believed in the freedom fighter gospel. But an HRD could be patient...it would be fascinating to see to what lengths the Rebellion would go. Most interesting to watch, even more to help push the Galaxy out of its inertia and into chaos. Chaos was Everything.


"The Plague cannot terminate me," she said softly. Chemicals could aversely affect her skin, but it could be regrown. That which had already died once could not get sick once more. The recently deceased made excelleny candidates for processing though. "I would advise taking what anti-force user weaponry you have in the arsenal. The Fringe is bound to deploy forcers." Ironically enough both Delila and Moira had been employed by a military force that specialised in anti-force user weaponry. Well, Moira seemed to still be working for them in some capacity. This writer has long given up trying to figure out whom exaxtly Moira is all working for and is satisfied with the conclusion that she wanted to process all organics.

 

[Varus Ren]

"I can deal with Forcers, run a distraction." Garth spoke up as he so rarely did, giving the group a look over as he awaited their arrival. Some crazy bastard had decided to create a live strain of Gulag Plague, and since no one else would act, the rebellion would. Somehow he felt this would become a running theme. He sighed at the thought of such an event, but then again, it was what he had signed on for.

@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Triko"] @[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Dirks Hutchinson"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Jasper Void"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Thessa Kai]

It left a bitter taste in her mouth.

All this talk so casually about chemical weapons. Iced-azure gaze scrutinized those around her. She barely knew half of them. Gaze lingered on Dells and she lofted a single driftwood-brow as if to say - I hope we're not about to make the biggest mistake of our lives.

However, recent drama made this mission almost look like a Nabooian cake-walk. And for once, she was glad Dirks was around. She trusted him, when it came to work.

Adjusting Jorus' riot rifle, the pilot turned temporary ground-pounder checked the powercell on her blaster one last time. With backpack, nutrient board, and one lucky lizard, the Galan was ready to face some malevolent force users. Sliding into the pilot's seat of the shuttle, she hoped the blond, scary one would stay up front, with the Jawa.

"Hang on folks, this could be a bumpy ride. Also any of you force users might wanna give me a wide berth if you haven't already felt my personal, bubble field from my friend Chuck, the lizard. Don't wanna get cooties from the bad guys."

@Delila Castillon, @Triko, @[member="Moira Skaldi"], @Jasper Void, @Dirks Hutchinson @[member="Garth Hummel"]

 

[Jasper Void]

Most of these Rebels appeared to be at least half way decent soldiers, Jasper however was not. He was the scientist type, and an expert with chemicals including explosives. He was also quite the accomplished slicer with some of the best tools in the business. Of course the fact that he could afford the best tools in the business helped quite a bit in any trade. Keeping his own life a secret came with a price with the rebels though, and he had no doubt he was considered a bit of a wild card, and untrusted.

He did however have one foot in the door though as he was the acting medic at the moment, and no one could afford to piss off the medic. His chemical expertise, and slicing ability he'd kept to himself though, no reason to ruin surprises after all. He couldn't help, but feel a little excited as they headed in to land. Looking up he saw the red head look his way for a moment, and gave her a little wink. Maybe he could have more then one kind for fun here.

@[member="Delila Castillon"]

 

[Alleycat]

@[member="Thessa Kai"], any

Following Thessa into the cockpit of the shuttle, Dirks slid silently into the co-pilot's seat with practiced ease, though for him with the special backpack on made it a rather tight fit. The Rendili hated the thought of having ''Charlie" as its handler affectionately called the Force repelling lizard literally breathing down his neck, but if it helped to keep the Darksiders at bay, then the spook would put up with it. If only he had before…

As soon as the Rebel transport ship was airborne, Hutch began prepping the nav computer for their micro jump to the germ factory. "You okay, Thee? You seem more edgy than normal. Is there a particular cootie you're wanting to avoid altogether or just in general?" he asked, then sat back down on his pilot couch with the hyperdrive counting down from the two minute mark.

Dirks turned his head to look at the Galan after reattaching his crash webbing, leveling his hazel green gaze upon her. "Because I'm not particularly too fond of them myself."

 

[Thessa Kai]

@[member="Dirks Hutchinson"] - all

The forest moon of Endor filled the shuttle's viewport as they exited hyperspace. With steady-hands on the controls, they slid away from the Corvette like butter, heading toward the coordinates supplied by Delila's intel. Cloaks were up and comm silence initiated.

She looked to Dirks, disturbed by how unwavering and intuitive his hazel gaze was. "I.."

What did she want to say? What could she say? She had to stay strong for this mission or that cyborg chick would kick her arse. Her grip on the controls tightened. "A few weeks ago I rescued my family from Gala and got caught and tortured in the process by a sadistic darksider. He was a mental mindfrakker and did something to me, I dunno what exactly, but it's bad."

'You're not the Thessa Kai I fell in love with.' Judah's words echoed in her thoughts.

"But I'm fine," lying about it was easier now. Gaze flitted back to the viewport as the shuttle gently touched down on the moist, Forrest floor. She hit the sound system to the shuttle passengers before turning back to Dirks.

"Alright everyone, welcome to the moon. Get with your teams and head out."

Unbuckling the harness, she almost laughed, wondering why she even bothered with safety precautions when it didn't even matter anymore. "Dirks, you sound like you're speaking from experience. What happened to you?"

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Delila Castillon"], @[member="Dirks Hutchinson"], @[member="Thessa Kai"]

Weapons, lots of weapons. They would serve them well when they penetrated the laboratory and faced the Fringers. Of course, it would be terribly unfortunate if an explosion occured and blew up a canister containing a dangerous virus. The damage would be...immense. Of course...Moira did not care about the lives of other people, but if these Rebels all died she would have to find another terrorist organisation to join and their interests coincided...in broad terms. Her small cabine was packed with weapons, ranged, melee, explosives. And, of course, there was the killer robot herself, created for the explicit purpose of murder.


By Creators that were still illusive to her...that would change in time. Then she would murder them. As Illyira had done with hers. It would be very poetic. Equipped with the ordinance needed, courtesy of having a certain degree of access in the Protectorate, a faltering empire she was detaching herself from, she stepped out as the vessel left hyperspace and the green orb that was Endor appeared before them and the shuttle left the corvette, heading for the planet. The Galan was being professional in her approach, though Moira looked blandly as she heard the exchange between her and Hutchinson. If the woman cracked under pressure...Moira would have to take measures...they would be facing forcers after all. Especially if his mental mindfrakking might mean he...could influence her somehow.


Organics were easily undone...torture by a darksider....one could not expect encouraging words from Moira, though she was quite certain the problem could be solved by processing her. The HRD approved of her choice in rifle though. The riot gun was a nice weapon and produced a big bang. She kept her eyes upon Galan before the order came to head out, upon which she turned and moved towards the ramp as the vessel touched down upon the forest floor, silenced Verpine shatter gun close to her grap as she stepped out, cold eyes scanning the dense forest, flashing through various vision modes, her step light and silent.


Endor, land of cuddly teddy bears who had once stolen a Venator from DeathWatch, Fringers and a laboratory producing some of the most beautiful diseases in the Galaxy awaited them....

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden resided near Sargon and the new Lord Admiral, "Gentleman I wonder how I may be of use? I volunteer my own expertise in stealth, alongside a lump sum of enough to buy a few spare Hazmat suits. I can take some men, go in, Cloak us all while a distraction is staged. After, we breach the facility. The thing is, I don't know the exact limits to my skills. I've assisted in cloaking a ship, and can maintain the strength of a full power cloak for enough time...but even one second beyond my limit and we would be in an open situation with no real escape.

"If possibly the leaders here can agree, I can lead a team of both sides. But as said, it will have to be fast and precise. No room for error. As well, I'd request a personal Legionnaire accompanying ally. Alpha, my first in command amongst the 120th legion, is a well verse Stealther and would be an amazing asset." Zaiden said, his mind on the plans ahead.

@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Triko"] @[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Dirks Hutchinson"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Jasper Void"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"]