The Contagion

[Draich]

Boots clatter off hard durasteel flooring, echoing loudly down the hallway. The air hung heavy with humidity and every breath had become difficult. The air conditioning units had been knocked out at some point, it was to large of a ship to tell and it was impossible to tell how far the fighting had spread. The city ship was enormous and when the outbreak had occurred, the tight living conditions had allowed it to spread like wildfire.

Draich ran like a bat out of hell, sprinting for his very life.

He hacked and wheezed as he rounded another corner and paused briefly. The hallway was empty but wouldn't be for long. He heard their guttural rumbling not far off, but couldn't tell from where. Close. To close. He gripped his T-6 tightly. In the other hand he gripped his vibroblade, the blade slick with a dark purple ichor. Draich gasped for air, each made more difficult due to the humidity. Sweat had saturated through both of his shirts and his forehead was glistening with it. His chest heaved with each ragged breath.

Think. You got to get back to your ship. The main routes are choked with those things. You got to..

Sharp bone raked across durasteel with a loud shriek. It was close.

Kark got to move!

Draich pushed hard, willing his legs to move. He took off as fast as he could and ducked inside a hablock. The door closed shut behind him with a pneumatic hiss. No sooner had the door closed behind him the door bent in two centimeters, shuddering under the sudden impact. It came again again, each impact threatening the integrity of the door. Its shriek drowned out its own forceful attempts into the hablock. It was savoring the meal to come. It wanted in.

Draich staggered back as the door continued to hold back his assailant but it wouldn't for long. He turned as pushed on, trying to keep as alert as he could whilst moving as fast as he could. He moved through living quarters, trying to put distance between that... thing. He moved through a common latrine and didn't stop until he came to a large common room. Twenty families could have easily played in here, it was a miniature park.

He stopped and listened, smelling the air. The air burned his nostrils but he couldn't smell those things stench. He couldn't hear anything. If one was in here he would have known immediately. These things weren't subtle. The instant they caught scent or sight of their prey they ploughed their way through anything and everything till they sank their teeth into flesh and consumed it all.

The room glowed with a distinct orange hue, light filtering in through the large view port that ran the entirety of the wall on his left. One had been here, blood had splatted some of the view port. More blood than one body could hold. Parts of the floor where slick with it as well. Outside the viewport Bespin hung idly in her orbit, oblivious to the carnage that was happening above her skies.

The city ship had entered her orbit en route to the Outer Rim. Whispers Draich had heard told of an expedition far out into wild space.

Draich reached into his pocket and removed his commlink, coughing violently. He had to get off this ship. Now.

"ADA do you read me?" Draich rasped "ADA I need another route back to the hanger bay."

"What about the bounty." ADA's metallic voice filled the room and made Draich jump through the roof. He quickly adjusted the volume output.

"I watched our bounty get ripped apart by a pack of....... kark I don't even know what the kark these things are!" Draich was getting tired, the adrenaline rush starting to fade. The crash that came after hung over him like a dark cloud. He could afford that now.

"Get it together Draich. Ill get you here." ADA could be a queen, but when the chit hit the fan she always saw him though. "Whats going on out there anyway. I haven't seen anyone since the alarms started going off. I cant reach anyone official on comms either."

"If I knew I would..." Draich was cut off by the screaming of durasteel. It was far off but he knew what it was. His pursuer had got in. Draich blood ran cold as he turned and ran. "Son of a queen!" This thing wouldn't quit. Draich couldn't afford to either.

He had gotten fifty meters from the next door when the thing announced its presence in the room with a soul rending scream. Draich stopped and dove behind a playhab, pistol and knife ready. He held his breath, forcing his breathing back into his control.

Bone clicked against the flooring as the beast crossed the room quickly on four legs. It stopped with a guttural rumble and stood on its haunches, claws flexing as it sniffed at the air through two massive nostrils that at square on its forehead. Tattered remains of clothing hung from its solid frame. Its muscles flexed as quivered as it spun its head searching. It knew he was here. The blood must have thrown off Draich's scent to some degree but not entirely. The creature lumbered forward flexing its claws again. Then it stopped. It looked directly at the playhab Draich crouched behind and roared in triumph.

Draich knew there was no escape. Not this time.

Fight or die.

Draich rose and leveled the optics of his weapon with the creature and fired. Ozone and scourched flesh invaded his senses as the beast charged in a rage. Draich got off ten rounds in three seconds, nine hitting their mark, before diving to the side out of the creatures way. It smashed into the playhab destroying the structure as if it where nothing. Draich got to his feet as quickly as he could and fired his weapon again but the creature was faster. It slammed into him and sunk its teeth into his prosthetic left arm.

Draich's durateel arm groaned under the pressure of the creatures maw as it shook its head furiously, trying to rip the arm from Draich socket. Pain invaded Draich's brain. He flew into a rage and bellowed with a primeval furry. He jammed the barrel of his T-6 into the creatures eye socket and pulled the trigger as the creature flung him left and right.

He didn't stop firing until the creatures skull was a smoldering crater. Even then he only stopped because the weapon had run dry.

Draich's breathed heavily, panting from rage and exhaustion, the reamains of the creatures jaws still latched to his false arm. He pried his vibroblade from his left hand and pried the creatures mouth open. His arm was a wreck. He didn't even want to think what hi arm would have looked like if it had gotten a hold of his right. False skin had been flayed down to the durasteel core. The prosthetic fingers barely responded to his commands while some refused all together. Draich stood over the reamins of his quarry triumphantly, his breathing still seething with rage.

Another roar nearby sent a shiver up his spine and reality crashed home. This whole ship was probably over run with these things by now. A large cities worth of these creatures would be upon him soon.

This creatures death wasn't a victory. It had been a stall in his escape.

Draich reached back into his pocket with his good hand and removed his commlink. "ADA I need a route out of here. Now."

"What happened?"

"No time, get me the kark out of here before I'm torn to shreds."

 

[Taneas Haring]

Taneas was in the bar during the start of the outbreak, those things flooded in there fast. if he knew anything is everything can be killed if you taker it's head off. With them flooding in turning other he sliced through the hoards while a few others that where still alive either panicking or shot them. with the room clear after a good fifteen minute 'work out' he didn't stay around to see if there was another wave on it's way. all public com's seemed to be down and lights all across the place where flickering. "ughhhhh What the Kark happened here, so much for that bloody damn drink."

the sounds of scraping where coming from down the hall like one of those thing seemed abit annoyed. as he approached the thing no longer human, it spun it's head direct towards Taneas. "oh oh oh something looks like it wants to dance, But I do apologize we don't serve food here." the thing ran towards Taneas it's speed kept growing like it had no limits. as the thing got about a meter away he grabbed the blade from his back and sliced vertically across the neck. it's body ran past before flopping onto the floor. it's head on the other hand remained active, the jaw kept opening and closing for a few seconds before it became lifeless.

"there has to be survivors some where, and the hanger doesn't seem like the best of idea's right now." his clothes where covered in blood and some even soaked though to the other side like it wasn't sticky enough.

as he pushed on he could hear a voice, a survivor maybe. the footsteps grew closer and fast not sure what or who it was. either was he drew his weapon once more waiting around the corner. "STOP OR I'LL SHOOT!" he hoped the bluff would work to test if it was another mindless person.

[member="Draich"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Draich"] @Taneas

Jaster hated the outerim, but returning from a refugee camp with medical supplies was his mission. With four Crusader-class corvette, two Pelta-class frigate, and his Hammerhead-class cruiser, he commanded 4,000 troops and 2,000 crew. These little runs were boring to him, one of his Comm Officers walked up to him, "Sir, we have a distress call from a city ship 23 Pc from our current posistion, shall we respond?"

Jaster stood at he bridge of his Hammerhead-class Cruiser. Wearing his field marshal armor, he turned to face the officer. Jaster figured that this would eventually be just as boring as his current mission, "Sure, tell the frigates to follow as well."

They entered hyperspace tword the city ship. Once they exited out Jaster saw just how large the station was. Just wow, this was too large for his men to search. This would would have to be searched by droids, "Transport ship, Goldy, take 20 assault droids and drop them off on the outer of the hill near a de..... Wait all the checks have cleared, no engine failer, or anything... Drop them off at the hanger" he changed the channel to the fighter squadron open channel, "All squadrons, set a quarantine patterns, corvettes set up a four point no escape pattern."

 

[Draich]

The route that ADA had found for him wasnt direct in any way shape or form. He had been wandering back to his ship for what felt like hours. He had made his way through several habblocks, but had only run into one more of the creatures. That one he had managed to lock behind four reinforced doors. It would be awhile before it broke out.

Screams seemed to come from all directions as Draich proceeded along his route. His T-6 reloaded with a spare power cell and at the ready. His left arm hung by his side, completly seized and at the point of mechanical failure. It could be replaced when he got to his ship.

If he got to his ship.

And then he heard the voice. Draich instincttivly dropped to a knee and raised his weapon, scanning the area ahead. There was plently of debris ahead of him, but nothing in the immediate area he could use for cover. He was caught in the open. He hated being caught in the open. But they hadnt fired. If they had wanted him dead he would have been. That was good or atleast appeared to be a good thing.

Pay the fuck attention to where you're going. You get caught with your pants down like this again you'll be a dead man.

"Shut the fuck up," Draich hissed through clentched teeth as low as he could. "You want to bring more of those damned things down on our heads? Thats the last thing I need right now so keep your damned voice down."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Draich"] @Taneas

Name: "Goldy"
Rank: Warrant Officer
Specialty: Transport Pilot

Goldy flew tword one of the hangers on the port side. "This is transport shuttle 0-02 requesting landing instructions" Goldy waited for a responce but only loud static answered him. He turned on his channel to the bridge frequency. "This is Goldy, no responce from hanger control, request to proceed?"

"This is command, Goldy, the admiral gives orders to proceed, be carful out there."

"Roger that command, if I die, your taking care of Tai." Goldy laughed reading to fly into the hanger after there access codes. A double click through the channel showed that command acknowledged his request, a common seriouse joke that pilots said to each other. After a few minutes the co-pilot broke the coding and the hanger doors opened. The hanger that is usually light up by bright light even on emergency power was pitch black. Goldy turned on his landing lights to try brighten the area. From the little he could see there were ships docked in almost all docks, only 2 or 3 open. Goldy landed on an empty platform and turned so the back opening was facing the interior of the ship. "Hey," Goldy turned to his co-pilot, "I'm goin back to set the droids up, keep an eye on those monotors. He turned to go to the back of the transport where 7 assault droids were waiting in sleep mode. Goldy turned them on and turned the setting for night patrol on.

"Hey Goldy I had something on the motion tracker but no life signed outside." Said the co-pilot over the radio.

"Is it still on there?" Goldy asked still turning on the last droid.

"No it was quick and now is gone."

"Must be a rodent of some kid, too small for the life scanner to pick up," Goldy walked to the back where the ramp was located. "Opening ramp." He turned the ramp on and it lowered, as it hit the ground he activated the droids and they exited the ship. "Ok all off...." Goldy noticed something speed between crates, "hold up we got a live one, crates blocking the life sign." He got off his comm, "Hey don't worry we are responding to.... Oh my god."
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Jaster was back on the comman ship. He waited for the report back. The comm officer shot up, "Sir, you need to hear this." The comm officer turned on the loud speaker for the bridge.

It was the co-pilot, "Repeat, Goldys dead, the creaturs ignored the droids and just attacked Goldy and I'm in the cockpit, the door won't hold them for long, I'm sending the data now, hail the admiral... There in..." All that fill the comm was yelling and blaster fire, it went dead instantly.

Jaster froze, he then looked over to his bridge officer, "I want this ship on quarantine, no ships in or out unless checked by our people, I want all weapons spun up and armed, contact the nearest scientist facility to send people to see what's goin on here," Jaster remembered Goldy, what if his wife?

One of the Comm Officer stood, "I promised Goldy Ild notify Tia if he passed." He walked off the bridge to the crew quarters.

Jaster followed in close step, "I sent him I'll go as well," he turned to the other crew, "XO set a repeating message over all channels within 50 Pc of our position, make it read, 'This position is under the current quarantine, any ship entering this position will be detained by officials by Quaranting Guards, if there are any survivors, respond to hail frequency through the ship, incoming solar storm is making personal comm links difficult to receive.' We have a meeting to attend so make ready to leave the fleet and return to our course." And Jaster left the bridge

 

[Jsc]

The City Ship
Bespin
Omega Protectorate Space

Roberts stepped into the bar and shook her head. No survivors here either. Signs of a firefight and smoking corpses, but little else. Outside the view-panels she could see the arrival of fleet ships and their chief cruiser. Well well. Maybe they'd make it out of here after all.

The lights were flickering and the comms held mostly static from some foreign/alien interference. Could be shield system malfunction, cosmic radiation, or something much more sinister. She didn't know. Roberts wasn't a scientist these days. She just killed things.

"Well? It's a living."

The blue haired woman smirked and walked over to the bar's counter. Taking a moment to grab a Corellian Brandy and check the date. Pity. She didn't have time for such pleasantries. Maybe later. When this strange infestation had killed everyone or she spaced herself out an airlock again by accident. You know, just which ever comes first. So she put it back and unsheathed her lightsaber. Checking the battery, she nodded, and returned to the doorway. Ah. Hear that? More howling down that way. Best take the other side. Seemed like a good place to start.

She engaged her helmet's HUD again, turned off her comm, and walked out further into the dark.

 

[Shane Williams]

Moving along the corridors Shane moved his squad of Republic troops swiftly toward the main hanger. They had to secure it then hopefully get to finding survivors. Things had gone from sane to bantha crap in less time than it took a wookie to snap your neck. He finished checking a corner and began to check communications bands. "This is Sergeant Williams of the Galactic Republic to any survivors with communication equipment working we are moving to the hanger we need to get any survivors there too. I got my squad in tow but we got no clue where the fighting has spread to really. We're currently two levels above and five...no six sections due west. Does anybody copy?" He asked as he moved on his troops cautiously moving weapons drawn like him and ready.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

"Sir, we have something coming through the military frequency," jumped one of the Comm Officers, "it's a republic frequency sir."

Jaster looking over plans for a blockade the city ship, this news made him turn to face the officer, "Republic, this far out," he ran over to the star charts, "well kark me uncle, were between protector space and republic space, must have drifted off course," he turned to the battle commander, "get corvets to stop that damn ship from drifting."

The battle commander issued the command. All the corvets shot all there cables at the city ship and forced it to a stop, it took a while but the engines were cut on the city ship. "Sir the ship has stopped." Said the battle master.

Jaster walked over to the comm desk, "Sergeant Williams, this is Admiral Jaster Awaud of the Healers 2nd Escort Fleet, I have 1,000 men on stand by outside the ship with no safe way to board, I repeat, there are 1,000 men ready to evacuate you and your men, are there any other survivors?"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Shane Williams"]

 

[Draich]

ADA sat on the bridge of The Destrier typing away furiously at one of the terminals. It appeared that the city ships comms had been knocked out, The Destriers systems where still functioning just fine. She extended the long range communications array and continued to search the holoweb while watching a live feed from the city ships security cams. It had taken a second to hack The Endeavors firewall, but nothing could keep her out if she wanted in.

"Ugh, there's got to be something here that matches these things." ADA complained aloud to herself as she searched every xenological and zoological database she could come across. If you know what your fighting, you can figure out how to kill it. But these things.. She turned back to the live feed in time to watch a mob of the creatures over run a fighting position. Poor bastards.

She had been watching them for the past twenty minutes. Fifteen men and women tried to make a last stand in a gymnasium. They barricaded and welded the door shut in place, set up interlocking sector of fire, set up obstacles but it wasn't enough. They had smashed through the barricades while more of the creatures attacked from above and bellow using service tunnels. They hadn't seen it coming when the first one ripped through the air shaft and dropped down on them. Before they knew it or could react there where thirty in the room. The survivors and their families where butchered without mercy.

ADA turned from the screen and continued to search all the databases. Nothing. Not one thing turned up on any database of flora or fauna. She captured a frame of one of the creatures from the live feed and uploaded it directly to the holoweb and ran a search to match the image to anything that was out there on the web.

Comm chatter squelched across the ships secure net. ADA careened her head, staring at the comm array as if it had just sprouted limbs and was walking out of the ship. Republic soldiers and Healers exchanged words in greeting over the secure line. The Destrier clearly needed a new encryption device. She picked up the personal commlink off the desk that she and Draich shared and spoke.

"Draich we got Re..." Cut off by the sound of clattering tools hitting the floor. Not on this level. First deck. ADA was on her feet in a flash, her 12'' vibroblade extending from the concealed compartment in her right leg. She gripped in a reverse grip and began to stalk from the bridge to the common room. "Draich?" She called quietly, but got no response. Another crash from bellow deck. Definitely on the first cargo deck. She quickened pace and made for the port side lift and called it with the push of a button.

The door to the lift slid back with a hiss as ADA stepped out into the cargo hold bellow the main deck. The deck was brightly lit, but there wasn't any sign of life.

One of the supply crates had been smashed completely, spare parts for the ship and ADA lay scattered across the floor. Something was in here and it wasn't her master.

She crouched low wielding the blade as Draich had programmed her to. Her servos whined quietly as she moved through the hold. And then she saw it. The creature moved through the hold on two legs, sniffing at the crates. It smashed through the containers and sifted through the contents searching for a meal ADA assumed.

She moved behind it deftly and plunged the blade into the base of its skull and twisted with a wet snap. It thrashed violently. ADA wrapped her arm around the creatures neck and stabbed furiously covering herself in sticky purple blood. The vibroblade hummed quietly as it part flesh and bone with ease repeatedly. It fell to the ground with a sickening wet thud, lifeless after ADA had stabbed it over twenty seven times.

"What are you....?" ADA questioned the carrion.


She returned to the bridge, her arms and chest covered with the creatures blood. She back down at her terminal. The search had stopped, a result had turned up. She clicked the link and read the creatures description. This thing had not been seen in the galaxy for many many hundreds of years. Rakghoul the file called it. A highly infection creature that could pass along its virus with a bite or a scratch from its claws. The virus would then turn the new host into a new Rakghoul. The virus was rampant on Taris many hundred year ago. They where believed to be extinct. ADA quickly moved to the comms array and began to broadcast.

"To any and all personnel monitoring this net. This is GG-Series Hospitality unit 343, designation ADA. I am broadcasting from the bridge of The Destrier located in the hanger of The Endeavor. We have a Rakghoul outbreak on board the ship. There are survivors on board, I am requesting immediate aid and recovery for all personnel on board. If you have not done so I am recommending immediate quarantine of the ship. Respond."

 

[Taneas Haring]

he was in the clear and not an insane thing. Taneas walked around the corner to see the man, "well I had to be sure you wasn't one, besides I'm sure you'd do something similar." Taneas placed his blade upon his back again. "where you heading" he saw the damage done to his arm Luckly it's a mechanical one or he would be one.

Taneas approached the man "if we find spears for your arm I can fix it for you. it will be a boch job but it will work for the time been till we get off this ship." after all it was only slightly damage, if anything it would take five, ten minutes to fix.

[member="Draich"]

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[Jsc]

Rakghouls.

Roberts watched the creature from behind the casino table she was currently crouched behind. She'd seen similar outbreaks before. Each, different and more specialized than the last. Sometimes the creatures were mere pigs to be butchered. Other times, they were invincible foes like Eldar Krath Lycans or a Sith Dreadlords alchemical pet. This particular strain appeared to come in a few minor variations. Probably deviating based upon the hosts they transformed out from. Genes maybe.

Bahhh. What did she know? She was just an old soldier with space magic to keep her alive. Science and techno babble wasn't her strong suit.

She created a false sound and the creature immediately turned and charged it. Easily lured away.

"Great. Plagued passengers on a city ship larger than my Temple back home. I'm outnumber only, ohhh, let's say one to oblivion. Great odds. Just lovely. I should be dead by stardown this morning. Probably."

Sarcasm to bury the stress. The Jedi veteran began scavenging for armor, supplies, and working communications. Nearby threats and infected she culled with illusions, shadows, taunts, and mind tricks. But could she really avoid these creatures forever?

The answer was almost undoubtedly... No.

 

[Draich]

Draich lowered his weapon and let his arm hang. He was to damn tired for anything else. He slumped against the wall and pulled his pack of cigarettes. He had never needed one so bad as now. He lit one with a spark and took a deep drag, blowing smoke.

So much better.

"Yeah. I wouldn't be screaming though. More of those karking things are around here. I barely managed to kill one." Draich willed his mechanical fingers to move but to no avail. They had frozen completely. "I have a spare arm back on my ship, that's where I'm heading. I getting the kark off this boat as soon as I can." Draich pulled his data pad from his pocket and checked the route again. Seven hundred meters to freedom. He stood again, pushing off with his one good arm. He had to keep moving. He could rest when he was safely away.

He eyed the newcomer up and down. He held his squared shoulders back confidently, a soldier clearly. He looked as if he had been around a few times. The blades that he carried on his back had seen used as well. He was definatly a veteran, though if he favored CQC over the Carbine or rifle was yet to be seen.

Give me a rifle any day.

"Im not sure where your headed, but it has to be off this boat. You watch my back, Ill watch yours. You got a free ride out of here if you play. You game?" Draich headed for the next door where his route had told him to proceed. He thumbed the door open with the control panel and peered inside.

A mess hall. The entire room had seemed to be splotched red from blood. It had seen the carnage only recently. Thirty plus of those creatures where busy with the remains of other survivors, ravaging their corpses and filling their stomachs. They stopped as one and turned to face Draich. They roared in excitement.

Draich slammed his fist on the control panel and shot it out. The door shuddered under the impact of the creatures as they tried to smash their way through. One had broken through one of these door in fifteen minuets. They would be through in minuets with the numbers they had.

"KARK! RUN!" Draich motioned for the man to follow as he darted off further down the hall as fast as his legs could carry him.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster didn't like the sound of there being Rakghouls inside the quarantine zone. He ran over to the battle master, "Have all ships keep the quarantine tight, I don't want any ship leaving that thing unless checked by us."

Jaster was very worried about this, after reading about the Taris infection. This could get really bad if it got into the galaxy. He looked over at the Comm Officer, "Inform the 1st fleet, we need two Valor-class cruiser with full armament and squadrons preped for detainment of other starships." He looked at the ships clock, "We can only stay here for 6 more hours, tell them they have until then."

"All groups this is not a drill, the quarantine is now in level 1 alert, battle positions and have medical treatment units ready for any survivors, be very careful dealing with survivors, this is the Rakghouls Virus, that is all troops."

 

[Shane Williams]

As he lead his team onward they began searching each location they could but finding nobody mostly, at best dead bodies typically nothing. They were soon enough within a block of a large stadium like structure looked like some had tried to form a shelter there, He saw people with blaster rifles and pistols strewn about the outside having tried to fight the menace off but seems they had been forced to fall back. The main doors had been sealed he began to smack his fist against it. "Hello in there! is anybody still safe!?" he shouted trying to get communication going. "This is Sergeant Williams of the Galactic Republic we have a way off the ship but we need to get you out of here!"

 

[Jsc]

Private Military.

Karen sat in the window seal of a massive permaglass supertower. An office building really. Hundreds of meters above the superstructure, nearer the top, she could see the whole of the city ship from here. Pity the evacuation left no one to keep her company. She was on top of the world.

Alas. The ships outside their massive vessel were not Omega Pyre's. Which meant that Karen would be a fool to escape and turn herself over to them. They'd probably overreact and just start shooting civies anyway. Happens every outbreak. The containment troops figure things are too dangerous and just start killing people left and right. Meh. At least they hadn't started carpet bombing the city yet. ...That would probably start within the hour though. If their commander was smart.

The old veteran sighed and returned to the elevator shaft. It was the only way up here despite the outer walls. No signs of creatures climbing up here yet. That was good. Plenty of floors to choose from. Roberts turned around looked to the other side of the room. She had blown a massive hole in the exterior glass and landed her police vehicle inside the office space. It was windy now, sort of. But it was easier getting her supplies flown in and out then having to cart them up here anyway. She'd already cut the elevator and disabled the tram,

"Guess that just leaves blowing up the stairs. Haha." She smiled, "Then I'll have a pretty nice little fortress going up here. Way to go me."

Her eyes returned to windows and the view from outside. Welp. Besides the stairwell. Now her survival depended upon whether or not those mercenary ships out there were feeling friendly or not? Because once they figured out what was going on down here? ...Yeah. Oh yeah. They'd start nuking this ship from orbit.

After all. It's the only way to be sure.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster waited, he didn't like it but he had to, this virus could wip out his small force of 2,000 troops. When the new ships arrive, there's bring a new 10,000 troops. Enough to do a proper cleansing of the ship. One of the Battle Officers approached Jaster, "Sir, why have we not bombed the ship yet?"

Good question, but he had a better answer, "Why you ask, turn on the open comm frequency," one of the Comm Officers obeyed the order and opened it, "Just now I was asked why we haven't bombed the Contagion festering the city ship, well that is not what we signed up for. There are still survivors on that bucket of bolts and as members of the Healers Guild we will save as many people as we can. We will risk our lives to protect others as we have promised in our vows and if you are frightened, just know that if you were on that ship you would have the best search and rescue force in the galaxy searching for you. Don't quite on me now after all we have been through troopers, I've had low casualty to date and I will not ruin it today, gear up and get ready for a solid ride, cuz when reinforcements arrive this ship will be ours, may the force protect us all." The comm was turned off.

Jaster ignored the officer that asked the question as he was very dumbstruck to the answer given. Jaster walked over to the window of the bridge facing the city ship. 'Not today.' He reminded himself.

"Sir, we have movement on one of the building within the ship, how shall we proceed?" Asked one of the scan operators.

Jaster though for a moment, "we can't loose another transport this early in the operation, send one of the fighters to try and get a closer look and possible within Personal Communication range, other then that we can only wait on stand by."

 

[Jsc]

Boom.

The explosion knocked out about a quarter of the buildings exterior on the 130th floor. When Karen Roberts says she's going to blow up the stairwell. She's going to blow up the stairwell.

She leaned back over the balcony and down. Yep. No more stairwell for at least four floors,

"Well. It will have to do."

She stood up and peered outwards into the false atmosphere of the ship. A massive dome structure shielded this large city from the vacuum of outer space. Like building a city in a fish bowl. It made for an excellent view outside.

"Well well? Looks like our Mercenaries have noticed me. Should have used less explosive bricks. Oh well. ...This should be interesting."

She wrapped her cloak around herself and returned to her police car on the floors above. It had a radio. So if they wanted to talk? They could talk.

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]​

 

[Taneas Haring]

as the man fell into a full sprint Taneas shortly followed, "and you shouted at me for almost getting us killed." as they got further down the hall way the sound of the doors been ripped down echoed through the entire place. "come on down this hall" Taneas beckoned "the route you was taking us seemed abit suicidal, if we stay out of populated areas then we should be fine" he placed his hand upon his face "the only problem is no matter what route we take we have to cut through the plaza"

as they turned down another set of hallways the light's seem to take longer to flicker on than off. this definitely set the atmosphere taping can be herd everywhere, and the stench of corpses wasn't pleasant to say the least. Taneas pulled out his carbine as it had a touch on and continued to advance towards the hanger. "I'm Taneas by the way." each corridor he passed he swung his gun to look down them, just the feeling that something is going to jump out makes him feel uneasy.


[member="Draich"]

 

[Seventias]

name: sev
rank: none
allies: none
location: docking bay A

*finish touches on airtight durasteel padded armor thinking for a second before opening the LAAT/1 door* ​ceased screaming....no growling sounds...coast clear? open door? *checking his utility belt for his fragmentation grenades, spare clips,grappling hook and spare flamer cartridges. looking at his two DC-17 hand blasters making sure they are secure he grabs his Z-6 rotary blaster and a few large clips for it then hits the button to open the door* ​no enemies in sight hiding? no blaster marks...mangled bodies...animal maybe? no...to much security.. * taking the small leap out of the LAAT/1 he looks around* small creature...teeth..most likely problem..eliminate it?talk to it? eliminate..... *in a few mere seconds he lays out a small volley of bullets at the animal hitting it 3 times in the chest and twice in the head* can be killed..small...pack creature may be?...deadly in packs..best find survivors *heading towards the docking pay elevator quietly he send the elevator down first using his grappling hook to quickly get himself on top of it and aiming down into the booth incase he might have been swarmed getting out of the elevator*