The Cure (CIS Dominion of Cyax. Yeah bro, wooh.)

[Revenchent]

Cyax. The holy world of the Hutts. Revered for its beauty and unrealistically beautiful oceans. Teeming with monstrous sea life, and home to the laboratory of Kai-sin. The world's rich sea life has proven to be a marvel of genetics. There was never a place more suited for influencing the lives of sentients with nothing but a test tube.​

An emergency report had come in from Kai-sin's facility. It was an underwater research complex; assigned with developing the cure to the clones rapid aging. The facility had been safe and secure quite some time. Now, for whatever reason, the signal had stopped. All contact with the outside world had ceased.

With no word from the researchers, the Ge'hutuun, the Grand Marshal's flagship, had deployed to the world with Templars, Dreadguard, and any others the Marshal could get his hands on. A special team had been herded into one of the LAAT/A's upon jumping out of hyperspace.

The arrow shaped dropship was now breaking atmosphere, a sea of transparent ocean below along with small rows of islands. If one looked hard enough, they could eye the coral reefs at the bottom. The underwater elevator itself could even be seen from above as it linked up to the single floating landing platform. The dropship came to a halt above the platform, and dropped unto its durasteel surface with a thud.

The first out was the Grand Marshal in full Katarn armor. Today would be a eventful. "Alright, boys and girls, make sure you have your emergency rebreathers on you before we commit to the elevator!"

 

[Placeholder 0139]

"Biohazard isolation, positive."

The Monitor had slipped seamlessly into its new duty. It's immense knowledge gathered over the past few centuries had, at least, been put to good use. The filthy organics had assigned it to help the Kaminoan scientist, Kai-sin in exchange for his chassis. It was a fair trade. The Monitor was able take up opportunities, and take them it would.

The underwater facility was large, fitted with a living quarters, full biohazard containment, long range communications, and a technical facility. The largest portion of the underwater facility was the research lab, huge, white, and sterile. The Monitor had been mulling over how to free itself from the facility when the complex shook. It unhinged itself from the communications port, effectively cutting all contact with the outside, and went to investigate.

This had been three days ago. The spider like droid was huddle din a storage closet, staring out into the research lab and constantly looking for an opportunity. Water had completely filled this floor. A pity. Something shifted through the murky depths, large, and powerful; then silence.

The Monitor continued to wait. It had survived since the time of the Rakata, before that, when the Taung were forced to flee Coruscant. It would survive this.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest was not about to let this mission slip by him, no matter is issues with Clones in the past. This was for his friends, for the people he cared about. He held Deus in his hand, a frown on his face. Water wasn't exactly his element, but part of him figured it wouldn't be all that different. Right? The Zabrak kept to the back of the Gunship, avoiding conversation for the moment. There was nothing to say, for now. It was only when the gunship landed and they were deployed he spoke up. With a rebreather on his hip and a sonic blaster on his hip he nodded to Calico.

"How far down are we goin?"

@[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kage kept in his usual seat on the Gunship, piloting. He was the one flying the dropship down to the surface. He kept quiet, focused on the task at hand before finally making it down to the platform. Once there he himself got out of the ship, joining the others. He was a techi at heart, and he was more then sure he'd be needed to slice the data out, literally. His regular verpine blaster was on his hip, and a sonic blaster on the other. Just in case there was underwater fighting.

He stayed with @[member="Calico Tal'Verda"], already setting a hand on his blaster. What ever was going to happen was going to happen fast.

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

(IGNORE

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Behind the Grand Marshal was his guest, the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, Joshua DragonsFlame. He surveyed the landscape and whistled.

"Whew, quite a pretty planet you got here, Calico" he remarked with a smirk. Josh was here on the Republic's behalf to help the CIS with their mission. "I got mine" he said to his question as he followed the Grand Marshal. "Hopefully this goes without a hitch, aye?"

@[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

(Disregard)

 

[Keziah Denko]

This would be Keziah's first mission with the CIS and she was here with her master. The plan was to evaluate what she had learned thus far and so she could practice. That was overwhelming all on its own without adding the fact that this was for the clones. The cure that Calico had told her about was in there and losing that was unexceptable. This mission was very important and failure was not an option. The sonic blaster that she had on her hip was something that she had most recently learned to use. The plan for her at least was to stay close to Krest.

@[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] @[member="Krest"]

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

@[member="Krest"] @[member="Monitor"] @[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

Alliera was free of armor for this mission, wearing simple black pants and a red shirt, with a Utility belt and Bandoiler to complete the look. Most times, ALliera would be goin' in full burn and ready to kill with High Explosives or enough Dakka to sink a Star Destroyer, but due to the water and a distinct lack of Sonic Weapons in Alliera's otherwise Impressive Arsenal, Alliera had decided to go basic here. Alliera didn't even have shoes on, and only had Crushgaunts on because her new brother Calico literally did not let her off the ship without something akin to armor on. "I still don't know what your so worried about brother." Alliera said to Calico, sisterly affection in her voice as she pulled her rebreather out of her belt "Remember, I used to be Mand'Alor."

 

[Revenchent]

"Ain't ours yet. Figure I'll be changing that today." Calico slapped a comradely hand on Josh's shoulder. He blinked twice at the confirmation icon in his HUD, and the single, huge, transparent elevator doors slid opened. Below, one could see many varieties of sea life, some not looking quite friendly, going about their business. "Hopefully, though y'know, the CIS does love a party."

The Marshal was the first into the elevator. He stomped his foot twice, and let out a satisfied sigh as the glass held. "You couldn't have stayed Mandalor? Forgive me, but Skirata is a bit of a di'kut. Too corporate minded...and it's an enclosed, pressurized space." That sounded a bit ironic, given his armor. "And I dislike water. Sticky. People say it isn't sticky, but it is."

He motioned for the others to join him in the elevator. "About...three klicks Krest? The core is super heated water. It's all water really, so given the actual depth of the planet, relatively shallow." His tone was a bit lighthearted. This could be dangerous, but it was clear Calico thought this would be a cake walk. Let's get this underway."

He set his hand up against the glass, mentally counting down the time it would take for the elevator to reach the facility. He clicked into another comm frequency, buzzing the comm that was hopefully in Keziah's ear. "Welcome to your first real game with the big kids cyar'ika. I'll have to teach you how to handle a Deece later...dinner after this?"

@[member="Alliera Verd"] @[member="Keziah Denko"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Kage CC-743"]

 

[Nyxie]

For whatever reason, young Saera had gone along on the mission. Unlike the other initiates and padawans, she was unique; her body was naturally abundant of the Force and her parentage made her natural talent and training excel. Perhaps it wasn't so farfetched for such a figure to be there, even though she had only biologically been twelve years of age. Saera simply sat at the far end of the gunship, in the corner, muling over herself with her hands balled up to her face as she looked outside and into the beautiful ocean horizon. She was completely unfamiliar with every other individual noticeably present and simply remained tucked away in the back, blanketed by the great bloomed petals of her large, bushy rose tails.
As half a Vinithi, bringing a rebreather was redundant. Though she breathed oxygen, her skin worked more like a plant and thus she could afford to be without air for much longer than any of the mammalian beings with her. She was trained to be a fighter almost from the moment of her birth but her timid nature made her natural selection the Curate and left her to work as an apothecary. Despite her lack of combat prowess, her lightsaber was much unlike that of any other being's, galaxy-wide as far as she knew; not in fact a sword at all but a dai-tessen, a great war fan with numerous small lightblade emitters.
"U-uh... maybe.... mmh, never mind...." the girl spoke, deciding to just dismiss the concern in the back of her mind again.
She had wanted to tell tell the others that it may be a good idea to put in their rebreathers now, realizing the confined space of the craft mixed with her rosey, pheromonal musk could very well intoxicate them all and... well... cause rather... awkward... effects on their bodies, but suddenly became too shy and embarrassed to even bring it up.
Now Saera was in the elevator with them all. Great, she thought, an even tighter confined space.

(((Ahhhh I go to write a post and Eight more posts suddenly pop up....)))​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He joined the Grand Marshal in the elevator and chuckled.

"Sounds like it's going to be a hell of a party" he chirped with a smirk as he watched the others file in. "You got quite the motley crew here, Marshal. Probably don't even need little old me" he joked with a grin. "Happy to help regardless though. I don't get out enough" he half joked.

He watched the sea life and tilted his head. "They look friendly" he remarked. "Wonder if you could pet them?"

He was jesting, of course. He leaned against the glass, watching the life around them.

@[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] @[member="Særa Ayña Savan"] @[member="Alliera Verd"] @Krest @Keziah Denko @[member="Kage CC-743"]

 

[Lucas Burke]

It had been a long time since the former Fel Imperium scout had really done much, thanks to spending time recuperating from a blaster bolt to the shoulder back during... Whatever the feth that whole thing with Akala was. Admittedly, he didn't really do much, since he had passed out from pain from the injury back on Mandalore, whatever ABY, and when he woke up in those holding cells, he got knocked clean out almost immediately by a rogue elbow to the face; He must've been out cold for the rest of it, 'cause by the time he was awake again, he was already back home... Well, as much home as Fel Imperium troop barracks could be.

That was back before the Imperium kind of died off, though; After that, a number of circumstances saw Lucas dragged across the Galaxy once more all the way to the CIS... Where he once again got pulled into the military as a Scout. It seemed like he'd be stuck in that role for the rest of his life at this point. Granted, he didn't exactly mind being a scout within the CIS, not when they got to have epic beach parties! Hell, he had gotten a skiff loaded full of lager for the event!

When the ship that was carrying Lucas, skiff and all, arrived, he realized he had been quite a bit wrong about the purpose of the trip to the planet; Not only was there no beach in sight around the platform, no one was even in sight. As Lucas climbed off the Skiff down to the platform, he saw that the elevator was currently in use- it seemed that everyone had gone down below the surface somewhere. So it seemed that for now, Lucas was stuck alone on a platform in the middle of an ocean, with way more kegs of booze than he guessed he'd be able to explain.

And to add insult to injury, the ship he came in on had already left... Well, nothing better to do now than to wait for the elevator to return.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest frowned deeply as he sniffed the air. He knew pheromones rather well, and the smell was nothing different. He wasn't sure exactly who it was from, but he knew what it could do, and more importantly, knew how to resist it. He kept quiet about it though, waiting to figure out who it was.

"Three klicks? Alright. Shouldn't take to long eh?" He nods to the commander, really just ready to get this over with.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Særa Ayña Savan"] @[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] @[member="Keziah Denko"]@[member="Alliera Verd"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

(Gaaaaah)

 

[Corey's OOC]

It was nice to be getting out and getting his feet wet, so to speak. Marek Starchaser, the Templar Knight, was one of those people who loved water worlds. There was something about them that just made him feel more at home. So when he saw the request for movements against Cyrax, he all but leapt from his seat. Letting his assistant know that he was going to be out of the office for a few days, he made sure to take his new ship, the Dark Tide and head to the world along with the ships that were transporting the remainder of the Confederate forces.

It really said something about him that this was the highlight of his week, heading to a Hutt world. Still, he had landed, and being flanked by two Exemplar Battle Droids met up with the group. Marek had a blaster pistol on hand and his Templar Crossbow, not to mention his orange bladed lightsaber. He knew what he was, he was a gunslinger. So, the pair of Exemplar were there to cover his backside. And those he worried after.

Making eye contact with @[member="Krest"] and @[member="Keziah Denko"], two faces he recognized from the Templar ranks, he nodded. Approaching @Calico Tal’Verda he gave a perhaps too lax salute. “Sir, hope you don’t mind the additional firepower?” He was, of course in his Templar armor, but still, he was a fighter, sometimes. When he needed to be. But a water world? The Confederacy needed more of these.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kage removes his ammo pact from his pistol, simply checking the amount of shots he has. He kept quiet as the others chatted, more on edge, ready to fight. What ever thye were going down to, he had a feeling it wasn't going to be friendly.

@Joshua DragonsFlame @Særa Ayña Savan @Calico Tal'Verda @Keziah Denko @[member="Lucas Burke"] @Alliera Verd

 

[Keziah Denko]

She could only smile and shake her head. Indeed he would have to teach her to use a Deece. The more she knew the better she could protect herself. As it was Keziah only knew a few things which hopefully would come in handy today. The young woman also hoped to not land herself in any trouble. It would not only be embarrassing but Krest and Calico had enough things to worry about than her getting herself hurt. This was her chance to prove herself and show how much she had learned already.

"Dinner sounds lovely," she replied back a grin still on her face. She was sure that she would work up an appetite durning this mission and if not she would still go just to spend quality time with him.

Keziah wasn't the best of swimmers so she was hoping not to come across too much trouble while they were here but something told her otherwise. If there wasn't trouble they wouldn't have been called here in the first place. As Marek arrived to the party she nodded in greeting. It was always good to have extra hands around and there was nothing wrong with more weapons in her opinion.


@[member="Marek Starchaser"]@Krest@Joshua DragonsFlame@[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]@[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

@Joshua DragonsFlame @Særa Ayña Savan @Calico Tal'Verda @Keziah Denko @[member="Marek Starchaser"]

'Nah" Alliera said, checking her throwing knives and the Fett Kall on her bandoiler "Got booted out about...2 Mand'Alors before this current guy." Alliera then checked her beskad right quick, before being confronted with a sight in the window that caught her attention. A rather large create had caught sight of the turbolift, and beings inside, and decided to try it's luck at catching lunch. While the creatue was large, it wasn't too much bigger than a full sized human, so Alliera didn't have a problem crushing it's skull with a carefull application of Telekenisis as it sped towards them. "We don't want to attract a whole school of things like that." Alliera said.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh took a sniff. Pheromones? Oh, what now.

"I wonder if Circe got sick and kept sneezing in this place...." he whispered jokingly. He could have made a much more ill joke, but he'd leave that to the CIS.