Private &nbsp; Outbreak: Hyperion

Todblaz Graker

Fulcrum had a bad feeling about this.

Sitting in a corner booth of the Hyperion's sprawling and expansive night club, underneath the flashing pink and blue lights, the Mandalorian's eyes flicked back and forth across the crowd, watching for any signs of... trouble. What kind of trouble? He still wasn't sure. But Fulcrum had felt an initial pull to the Hyperion for reasons that he still couldn't entirely explain. Perhaps it was the unusual amount of secrecy in regards to the loading of luggage on Hosnian Prime. Of course, the rich and powerful of the galaxy always preferred a certain degree of privacy, but something about the entire affair had felt off. Very off.

Sneaking on board, however, had been surprisingly easy-- and that was what really concerned him. Cruises for the wealthy usually had some degree of security, but the Hyperion only had a small scattering of guards, and none of them had any interest in checking tickets or documentation. He had been able to roam the ship freely, even temporarily taking up residence in one of the unoccupied rooms.

What was wrong with this place? It didn't feel like a cruise.

It felt like a durasteel-jawed trap, teeth ready to shut.

Jack Sandrow · Oct 29, 2023

"...And it seems to me... you lived your life... with carbines in the wind..." Jack murmured-sang to himself, the earworm consistently nagging him for this ENTIRE KRIFFING TRIP. He paused, holding his hand of cards to the side while he sipped his whiskey. "Mmnhnn... know'in who to cling to..." He was trying to not let it show on his face, but he actually had a pretty good hand this time around. Zero, four, thirteen, and a five. Sucking on his teeth, he nudged a few more chips into the middle.

The Duros across from him was watching quite intently. With what Jack had come to see was a confident smirk, the Duros doubled Jack's bet, and hands around the table folded. Nervous, Jack called the bet. "....here we go," he muttered, laying down a very solid 22 points. The Duros' expression went from confident to angry, slamming down a not-quite-good-enough 19. "YOU CHEATED!" she snarled, but Jack shrugged.

"Didn't have to cheat. Plus, I'm not the dealer."

The Duros sat back down, arms crossed, as Jack pulled the chips towards him. "But, as a show of good faith, I think I'm gonna cash out after this. You guys have fun over the main pot, I'm going to get another drink."

It wasn't a huge take, but considering he had quintupled his buy-in? He wasn't going to be any greedier than he needed to be. Cashing out onto his personal credstick, he made his way over to the bar, finishing his current glass and looking for the bartender for another. Libations were darn cheap, and damned if he wasn't going to partake.

" 'Nother whiskey, please!" he grinned, leaning on the counter. The whole area was party-time central - he could see the night club over in the corner, and could practically hear the music through the floor. Another few drinks and maybe his earworm would finally be put to rest.

Todblaz Graker · Oct 29, 2023

 
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Envir Vadul

Tod sat at a table in the dimly lit nightclub, his identity mostly concealed by the mask that obscured the top half of his face. the bottom half remained open, so he could drink. While he might have stood out in a well-lit environment, the flickering, colorful lights of the nightclub allowed him to blend in with the other patrons. He finished his drink and clipped the bottom of his mask back into place, once again obscuring his entire face.

His presence on the ship was a result of an invitation extended to him as payment for a job. He had accepted, envisioning it as a sort of luxury cruise. While the ship had not quite lived up to his initial expectations but it still offered a welcome escape from the never-ending cycle of assignments. He had anticipated being far from any familiar faces. However, amid the shifting lights and shadows of the nightclub, he thought he glimpsed someone he recognized but couldn't quite place, dismissing it as a trick of the lighting.

A fellow patron approached him, questioning his choice of attire. "Why are you wearing that in a nightclub?" the person inquired.

Tod regarded the man and replied, "Why not? It's comfortable."

The individual persisted, deeming it tacky and remarking that Tod was an eyesore. Irritated by the unsolicited judgment, Tod retorted, "Mate, I do my thing, you do yours."

The man walked away, muttering a mocking comment that was lost to the club's noise. Tod, while acknowledging the peculiarity of wearing his distinctive outfit everywhere, found it comfortable and only removed it for cleaning. He mused that he might end up being buried with it when the time came. Still, he couldn't deny that it often made him an outlier in various public settings.

Sitting there Tod waved to a waitress and ordered another drink.

Tru Accardi · Oct 30, 2023

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So, this was how the rich and famous lived going on luxury cruise liners to piss away the money they made off of the working class they so loved to exploit. She had followed

Fulcrum to this place, he had sneaked his way onboard, while Tru had gotten ushered in through the staff entrance. She was not in fact an employee, but they just assumed she was not even checking her ID. It wasn't long and she found herself just wandering about the cruise liner taking the sights. Not once getting stopped by Security despite her simple t-shirt and jeans not as classy some of the richy richies that had come aboard.

It was strange just walking right past security and them not batting an eye at her. She felt she stuck out like a sore thumb but maybe they just thought she was some sort of staff or a richy slumming it. As she wandered about, she found herself drawn to the nightclub. She walked in mesmerized by the dancing, lights, and loud music. Her eyes caught gambling, drugs, and acts that went a little past PDA going on. The uptight upper class sure were degenerates when out of site and all those holo conspiracy sites were right.

She continued to scan the club trying to find if there was any place for a low life nobody like her slip in and blend in for a bit. She wasn't sure where Fulcrum was at but perhaps, he would make his way into this place eventually it was where a lot of people were at. A great place to find jobs and find some credits or an unsuspecting cheating spouse. She started to wander the floor trying her hardest not to run into too many people. The place was crowded as she looked for an unoccupied dark corner.

Envir Vadul · Oct 31, 2023

Location: Hyperion Nightclub
⭒ Utility belt- Credits, lightsaber, holoprojector

The young Corellian had been given a job by a fairly wealthy patron to follow him and complete a bunch of menial tasks. Most of these tasks involved shipping small packages in and out of places, and the most recent was to tag along on the patrons trip to the Hyperion. It was the second day of the Hyperions voyage that they went on board, the poor lad was absolutely done with the patrons tasks but the credits were worth it. A part of Envir simply could not understand why this man didn't just hire a personal servant... The next day, his patron suspiciously had a last minute plan and had to leave the Hyperion at the next port. With much appreciation, the patron let Envir inherit his spot and enjoy the rest of the Hyperions voyage.

It was now the fifth night of the Hyperions voyage and Envir actually had enjoyed his time on the ship, he had learned to become more accustomed to crowded places without worrying much about memorizing faces. Tonight he had decided to finally enter the nightclub, it was the only place he seemed to never explore in the past few days. Dancing, loud music, and flashing lights were intimidating for the poor boy. He wasn't even sure what to wear, his plain white and brown clothing stood out from the others more glamorous outfits.

Awkwardly, he went straight for the bar, squeezing through the careless dancing individuals.

Fulcrum · Oct 31, 2023

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Fulcrum's already low impression of the place was souring by the second. Underneath his helmet, his ears flicked at the sound of a raised voice, barely audible above the din of the crowd. Apparently, a Duros had made an unwise choice in a card game, and had instead resorted to accusing her opponent of cheating.

Underneath the beskar, golden, reptilian eyes watched the "winner--" a green-skinned man of indeterminate species-- happily bouncing over to the bar, presumably to refill his glass. Another man in robes seemed to have a similar idea. Fulcrum's tense muscles relaxed slightly as no violence came from the outburst. Would security have even intervened? Probably not, except maybe to get a cut of the pot.

His tired eyes continued to scan the crowd. For a moment, he swore he saw a familiar, human face-- but the woman was moving quickly through the crowd, and he lost her a moment later. It couldn't have been Tru, but it sure as hell had looked like her.

The Kaleesh's eyes eventually came to rest on a very unwelcome sight. There was no mistaking the filthy, tattered duster, or the armor underneath. The goddamn assassin was here. For another target? Hard to say. The bastard was just sitting there, trying to wave down a waitress-- a stupid idea in a place like this. He'd be better off getting his own drink.

Fulcrum's feet tensed, claws digging into the durasteel beneath him. Slowly, he rose from his table, standing a full head above the rest of the crowd, his gaze locked on the assassin. He took a step forward, into the crowd...

And froze in place as a single, high-pitched scream rang out above the crowd.

At first, he thought it was just an overly-excited party-goer. But when another scream answered it, and another after that, accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of violence-- of tearing flesh and beating fists-- he spun on his heel to face the sound. The crowd around him did the same, albeit more slowly.

Three members of the wait staff were eating the patrons.

He blinked, tried to make sure of what he was seeing.

No mistake. Blood ran down their pale, discolored faces as they tore into the necks of those around them. He had seen that kind of cold pallor before, but not in the living. Just in the morgues.

The transformation was quick. Those who had their necks bitten into fell to the ground, writhing in agony. Their assailants turned to the next course. At this point, the crowd had finally become aware of what was happening, reality cutting through the idle bubble of luxurious fantasy with which they had surrounded themselves. In an instant, a stunned crowd became a stampede, a flurry of shouts, screams and stomping feet that made their way towards the exits.

Fulcrum moved quickly in the opposite direction. The doors to this place would quickly become clogged with people, a dangerous trap of human weight and a potential smorgasbord for the goddamn cannibal crazies that were currently making a buffet out of the guests. Yanking the blaster from his holster, he leveled it on a cannibal's center of mass as they knelt over one of their victims, shoving their mouth full of something that Fulcrum recognized as intestines.

He pulled the trigger. The blaster bolt passed through their chest and out the other side. They kept eating.

They kept eating.

Maybe, Fulcrum thought, he had finally lost his mind.

Jack Sandrow · Oct 31, 2023

"He-hey! Envir!" he grinned, waving over the familiar face. "Long time no see! I was just getting some drink on while they cashed me out." He slurped down another whiskey, before turning to look at the commotion unfurling a few yards away. Some helluva partygoing. Something felt off, though. The screams weren't the fun party screams, they were the 'Aw kriff something is very wrong' screams. He wiped his eyes, coughing a bit as he finished his drink. "...the hell...?"

The echo of a blaster bolt was unmistakable.

He shot upright, the alcoholic buzz gone in an instant. His hand went to his hip... but he was unarmed. Well nuts. He turned quickly, taking Envir's arm gently but firmly. "Follow me, I've rented a room on the ship. There's a stash there." He had got the room real cheap too. Which... huh. File that away for later.

He ran then, not looking to see if Envir had followed. It wasn't much of a stash, but it was better than being entirely without.

Behind him, the screams and groans of whatever he hadn't seen seemed to echo down the hallway. It was motivation to run, faster and farther, and something new was driving him now. The primal instinct of running from that which was hunting you.

Todblaz Graker · Nov 1, 2023

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Envir Vadul

OOC Note: New Div, sorry if it throws anyone off, thought the last one looked bad.

Tod had been swaying to the music in the club, although he wasn't particularly fond of such places and considered them to be noisy and pointless. In his sober state, he decided it was time to leave. As he spun in his chair to head for the exit, but he spotted a figure in the crowd, their head rising above the others. The unmistakable Mandalorian helmet marked the individual as 'Beast,' the name Tod had assigned to him in his documentation.

Rolling back to the table as to not be seen, he sighed. He knew he'd have to wait a few minutes for his former adversary to depart or take a seat before he could exit the club without risking a confrontation.

Suddenly, a high-pitched scream pierced the air, jolting him. Tod turned around in his chair once more to locate the source of the disturbance. What he saw was beyond his comprehension: individuals were savagely attacking and cannibalizing each other. He shook his head and blinked, thinking that he was misinterpreting the gruesome scene before him. However, when he opened his eyes again, the horrifying reality remained unchanged.

One turned to Tod, lunging at him. Tod lifted his arm his beskar wristguard blocked the bite. A loud crunch sound could be heard emanating from the wristguard. The powerful chomp shattered teeth, some falling on the floor, and yet the assailant persisted, refusing to release their grip on the wristguard.

Tod got a better look at his attacker: the individual had a strange club-appropriate outfit, deathly pale skin, and an appearance reminiscent of the deceased, lacking any signs of vascular movement. A blaster shot disrupted his tunnel-vision, snapping him back to full attention. Flipping back his trenchcoat revealed a hidden revolver in its holster. He drew the weapon and aimed it at the assailant's lower jaw. With a squeeze of the trigger, the front of the attacker's head disintegrated, spraying its contents toward Tod.

Deciding to clean himself up later he hopped up and started moving towards the door.

Tru Accardi · Nov 1, 2023

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She continued pushing through the crowd, the thrum of the music getting louder and louder, a loud scream revived through the club. Then another followed by another as the crowd came to a standstill, Tru continued pushing on though her heading diverted towards the screams. Her curiosity was like a moth to the flame, as the crowd in front of her started to realize what was happening. Panic set in and Tru found the waves of the crowd funneling for the exits push back against her advance.

She bounced around and stumbled back, got twisted about as people ran into her or shoved her back. Her eyes darted up in the mad panic of people and she could see the large frame of Fulcrum just out of the corner of her eye. She then her the sound of blaster fire, and the glow of plasma. It came from where she had spotted Fulcrum, was he shooting up the joint. What the hell was happening, her mind was racing for answers.

The place was a mad house as people yelled and screamed, darting and rushing to any exit they could find. Tru was being taken away by the crowds of people. Better to move with the current than against it and get drowned or worse. Her heading changed and she started moving with the people though not as fast and just about getting run over at every step she took. Shoved and kicked, she wasn't getting out of this unbruised.

Up head an exit the one she had entered through, a light at the end of this mad tunnel. As she neared though some or something came at her lunging through the crowd of people with other things like it in toe. They looked humanoid and they were dressed like humans but there was something off, something carnal and bestial in their eyes. They lunged at people and just started ripping into people with teeth and claws like wild animals.

Blood spilled onto the dance floor as the music in the background began to die down. It all seemed to move in slow motion, a horrified petrified stare in Tru's eyes as one of the things lunged in her direction. A voice in the back of her head told her to move, and on instinct Tru pivoted on her left foot bringing her right foot back. The thing lunged past missing her by mere centimeters and catching a Rodian that was unlucky enough to be behind Tru. The creature ripped into the Rodian's neck. Blood splattering on Tru's white t-shirt. That voice in Tru's head told her to run and hide now. She had no idea how to even comprehend what the hell was happening she just knew she needed to find a safe place to hide.

Envir Vadul · Nov 1, 2023

Location: Hallway, outside nightclub
⭒ Utility belt- Credits, lightsaber, holoprojector
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Jack Sandrow

Just as he was about to get a seat at the bar, a familiar voice struck his ears. It seemed so random to see a familiar face, it sort of made Envir glad considering how everyone he had met seemed to disappear into the vast galaxy... Envir didn't even have time to reply to his acquaintance as they both recognized the screams of individuals. The sudden sound of the blaster made his heart drop, and the faces all around him made him anxious. Everyone began to run frantically, the padawan thought that perhaps he had grown accustomed to crowded places but clearly he had never expected an array of despaired and confused faces that were simply smiling and dancing about a few moments prior.

He flinched as Jack touched his arm, "Stash?" he questioned aloud as he ran with him. As they rushed out of the nightclub Envir caught eye of a Rodian- getting attacked, it was the most bizarre thing he had ever seen. The ravenous being lunged at the Rodians neck, the girl behind the Rodian had blood splattered on her and it was at that second that Envir turned away. He had to tell Jack about that later.

Once in the far end of the hallway, Envir saw a decorative panel that was of a different size than the others in the corridor, it must have been a passageway for staff. He reached out to Jack's shoulder, "The maintenance stairs, maintenance stairs!" he yelped, hoping that his plan wouldn't backfire.

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Fulcrum · Nov 1, 2023

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Crazy or not, Fulcrum didn't have the luxury of standing around and thinking about it. The sound of a familiar slugthrower shook him from his daze, his head snapping to the right just in time to see a fountain of blood and viscera paint the ceiling overhead. As much as he hated the bastard, the assassin seemed to have the right idea. Reasoning with the cannibals didn't seem to be a viable option.

The Kaleesh turned to face the cannibal before him, just in time to see the man rise to his feet. The gaping hole that the blaster shot had left in his chest proved that he wasn't dealing with the usual brand of crazy. Even copious amounts of stimulants and other drugs couldn't enable someone to walk around with a hole where their heart should have been. The cannibal's jaw dropped to an absurd degree as they howled, accompanied by the ripping of flesh and the cracking of joints, and Fulcrum responded in a way instinctual to all Kaleesh.

He kicked.

One digitigrade leg shot up and outward, toes clutched in a tight fist that made contact with his opponent's chin. A sharp crack of bone on bone signified the immediate breaking of the cannibal's neck, and the severed head flew across the room in a way that would have been funny if he hadn't been so goddamn terrified.

There was no time to dwell on it. A quick glance at the corpse the cannibal had been feasting on revealed a grisly new discovery; the victim was twitching, attempting to rise to their feet. The dead were trying to walk.

The Mandalorian spun on his digitigrade heel, his eyes scanning the room for the nearest exit. As they did, his gaze once again landed on a familiar face... A face he had been hoping was merely from his imagination. His six-chambered heart lurched in his chest as Tru Accardi narrowly dodged a charging cannibal; she seemed to be momentarily stunned by the carnage as the beast tore into the neck of an unfortunate Rodian. Close. Too goddamn close. There would be time for questions later; right now, his priority was his friend's safety.

Fulcrum sprinted forward, closing the distance between himself and Tru in half a second. Without a word, he wrapped a powerful arm around her, bringing her close to his side as he charged towards the nearest open door. His helmet twisted back and forth as he stepped into the hallway with his human friend in tow, head moving in short, quick twists, like that of a bird. There. At the end of the hallway, the green man and the robed man-- who seemed to be mostly unharmed-- were making their way towards a nearby maintenance panel. It was as good of an idea as any. The Kaleesh ran down the hallway, guiding his friend towards safety.

Or, at least, he hoped.

Jack Sandrow · Nov 2, 2023

Jack took the advice offered by Envir, moving left away from the main stairs. He didn't know much about this ship, but maintenance access should have just about everywhere accessible. With a Force Pull, he wrenched the panel off, letting it clatter to the side as three others (besides Envir) clambered over. "Cmon!" he called, the room behind them falling into utter chaos. "Follow me!" He didn't have much of a plan, but he was letting instinct guide him for now.

The Force felt weird. Wrong. Jack did his best to keep to the group, taking the lead as he moved up to where he hoped his room would be. "It's not much, I wasn't expecting to be fighting for my life..." Should he tell them?

No, not yet. Not the right time to tell them he felt something primal surging through the Force. The fear of a prey animal being hunted by something that was hungry. And alive. And awake. Whatever those creatures were... whatever they were becoming... it was guided by a darkness in the Force unlike anything he had ever felt before.

His hand twitched, and he turned to the right. Access panel AZ-5. That would be for his room, then, room Z-5. "In here." A gentle Force Push, and the panel popped off. "Crap!" he hissed, Grabbing it in midair. It hovered a moment, before he set it down on the plush carpet. "Alright, through here," he called behind, quiet as he stepped into the room. He checked the door. Still locked, but the sounds of chaos and slaughter were growing louder. "We're safe for a minute... but we need a gameplan."

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Todblaz Graker · Nov 2, 2023

Tod continued his mad dash for the exit, keenly aware of being outpaced by the Mandalorian. The Beast had picked up a woman which would've confused Tod if he wasn't running for his life. Tod continued to make a beeline for the door. Meanwhile, the cannibalistic creature that had been tearing into A Rodian's neck noticed the two of them and charged in their direction.

Tod's reflexes kicked in, and he pivoted his foot while bringing his weapon around. With a shot fired, he hit the charging creature in the head, despite the chaos and his own movement. The proximity of the shot caused the creature's head to explode, splattering some gray matter onto Tod's trenchcoat in the process.

Rushing into a hallway, he heard a man calling out to both him and the Mandalorian, who was carrying the woman. Tod sprinted towards the group. When he met up he followed the green-skinned individual. Once they reached a seemingly secure location behind a locked door, Tod stood there, panting. His mask automatically adjusted to provide additional oxygen to aid his breathing.

Taking a moment to look around, Tod opened his revolver and loaded rounds into the two chambers that had been emptied. During this process, he gradually moved backward to create some distance between himself and the Mandalorian. While he had emerged victorious from his previous confrontation with Beast, he had enjoyed the advantage of an open street and space for evasive action. In this confined environment, he knew that he'd lost those advantages.

When the man who had led them spoke, Tod remained silent, deciding to keep his gaze firmly fixed on the Mandalorian, unsure of what might transpire next.

Tru Accardi · Nov 3, 2023

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One second, she was standing there in shock at the cannibalistic beast tearing into the Rodian's neck, that voice in her head telling her to run and hide. Then next a large powerful arm was scooping her up and dragging her to the next exit. Her blue eyes looked up, noticing it had been Fulcrum who had nabbed her and was taking her out through the exit of the nightclub area. The place was a complete madhouse, people screaming and running for their lives all about the place. Monstrous men just ripping into the flesh of anything they could catch.

The whole scene was something straight out of one of those horror books Tru had sometimes read. Such sights would easily break a person's mind, but Tru had lived through the Maw occupation of Empress Teta. She knew what kind of monster's men could become and some of the darkest depravities one might sink too. She was back into that place mentally the nuns shoving her down into hidden cellar as the Maw crusaders marched into the orphanage hunting for children to take. Children to enslave or force into indoctrination camps to become good little soldiers for the future.

She remembers peeking up through the floorboards, the armor gold and black of the crusaders not that dissimilar in design to Fulcrums armor. She watched as one of the soldiers argued with a nun and then hit her in the face breaking her nose with the butt of his rifle. As the other crusaders laughed and joked about doing unsavory things to the nuns before they would kill them and even after. Then she remembered in her memory a voice of a woman, a woman she could not see calling them off and telling them to search elsewhere.

Then she was snapped back to reality pulled from the memory of her past to the present. She heard some yelling c'mon then an odd fella not at all dressed like a civilian run past them in the direction of the calling. Her eyes glanced right, and she saw the green man calling to them as he worked on a maintenance panel that Fulcrum was heading towards.

Envir Vadul · Nov 3, 2023

Envir followed behind Jack, he kept looking back and forth to make sure the other survivors were alright. The maintenance stairs were a very narrow area, besides the narrow stairs (in which Envir thought they might as well been called ladders), there were more narrow corridors, and there were vent-like crawlspaces on the walls- meant for droids. He looked back once again, as soon as the last man with a trench coat entered Envir used the force to pull the now dented panel back onto the hole. Without screws, it would have been easy to take off again but at this moment he simply needed to buy a bit of time before someone- something, would find it.

After entering the room, he tapped Jack on the shoulder while the others came through. He turned his back towards the other three and whispered to Jack, "Call me ke'dem, or maybe you can sense it... but I saw a rodian get his neck chomped off by suman that looked normal," old correllian words slipped his tongue, it was clear he was very nervous.

The padawan looked at the others, he couldn't see two of their faces which meant he could not determine their emotions... he then recognized the girl he saw earlier. The tall mandalorian and the girl seemed somewhat familiar to each other, or perhaps the mandalorian was just chivalrous enough to save her. The trench coat man was probably the most out of place, he carried a revolver blaster which was most certainly convenient and yet so suspicious considering that the nightclub was meant for mingling instead of carrying weapons. Perhaps he was a bounty hunter of sorts? Or maybe it was just his thing, after all, Envir always carried his lightsaber.

Ke'dem- someone who is condemned or fallen, also imbalanced or crazy
Suman- someone

Fulcrum · Nov 3, 2023

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Fulcrum was moving entirely on instinct at this point. The access panel was freedom, hope and survival all in one, and the sound of ripping, tearing flesh in the room behind him-- and the human tucked against his side-- gave him all the reason he needed to charge into the gap without any further questions. He was aware that the assassin was with them; the hem of his tattered overcoat flared out behind him as he ran. That was a problem he could and would deal with later.

Fulcrum kept Tru close to his side, ushering her through the dark maintenance corridor. Kaleesh had excellent night vision and dexterity, and both natural qualities came in handy as he navigated the tunnel with his friend in tow. Up the narrow stairs and to the side, their newfound allies were pouring into one of the Hyperion's many hotel rooms. Not the most robust safehouse, but it would have to do, for now. Fulcrum made sure to help Tru through the narrow opening before stepping through himself.

The plush carpet felt strange and itchy beneath his bare feet. Now that they were out of the maintenance corridor, the Kaleesh could rise, shoulders straightening as he stood to his full height. He took stock of his surroundings and the people within once more. Tru was still standing near him, her t-shirt splattered with dried blood that smelled... wrong. Old, rancid, in some strange way. But thank the gods, it wasn't her blood.

His little assassin friend had his back against the wall, and he was looking directly at Fulcrum. The Mandalorian held the other man's helmeted gaze for a moment, a silent warning that he would be dealt with before they left this room. Then, he looked over to the other two men. The one in robes was whispering to the green one; beneath his helmet, the Kaleesh's ear twitched as he picked up on the muted words.

Envir Vadul said:
"Call me ke'dem, or maybe you can sense it... but I saw a rodian get his neck chomped off by suman that looked normal,"

"They weren't normal," Fulcrum spoke up. His ragged voice was quiet, barely above a harsh whisper; the last thing he wanted was to get the attention of any passing cannibals. "Nothing normal about a man biting chunks out of someone's neck. Or walking around with a hole where his heart should be. Normal's out the window. So let's all get on board with it, right here, right now."

He traded his gaze between them, glancing back and forth between Tru, the assassin, the green man and the robed one. He wanted to make sure they were listening to him. They couldn't afford to be of two minds on what was happening.

"The dead are walking."

Jack Sandrow · Nov 3, 2023

Jack blew out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "Dank ferrik. I felt something... but I didn't realize I was feeling death." His next breath was shaky. "....I was feeling hunger. Something primal." He got up from the wall, moving over to his travelling trunk. "And I wasn't exactly packing for... death." He withdrew a blaster, a slugthrower, and a small pouch. "I've got a spare blaster, and a spare slugthrower. Who wants what?"

He was going to let the tall Mandalorian take lead on this. Best to stick to what he knew. And keep everyone safe as best as he could.

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Todblaz Graker · Nov 3, 2023

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Tod stood, his eyes locked on the Mandalorian, at this point he was hoping to put their differences behind and deal with the situation at hand. Tod was certain Beast hated him, one doesn't typically become friends with someone who forcefully sedated him. Though he returned his revolver to its holster hoping the act could be a sort of truce between them until later.

Envir Vadul said:
"Call me ke'dem, or maybe you can sense it... but I saw a rodian get his neck chomped off by suman that looked normal,"

Turning to the conversation, "They were pale, no vascular movement, they are effectively not living." Tod began, "We will have to permanently put them down or sever connection to the brainstem to kill them. Or at least that's what I gathered from my brief encounter."

The idea of severing their brain is universal, most sophisticated creatures cannot survive a quick decapitation. Seeing as how the ones he fought stopped moving when he removed their heads (with his revolver), he believed his hypothesis was correct.

Returning his glance to Beast, Tod pulled back his trench coat revealing a second revolver at his left hip, the same model and make as the first. It was a warning to keep distance before they could discuss the situation at hand. "So big guy, would you like to talk before we deal with the situation out there?"

Tru Accardi · Nov 6, 2023

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