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

Ori'Alor Tal'Verda

Leader of the True Mando'Ade
@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.
 

Atlas Kane

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The Jedi Master was going with the main group. He was going to observe what they were doing and help them whenever he could. He had somehow been completely unnoticed by the rest of the group, though that would probably change now. He was next to the man called Calico, where he didn't really do much yet. he had to wait for the right moment for something to happen so that he could act upon what happened after he had waited for that to happen.

@All the peeps
 
"No, no it shouldn't. Try not to sweat on anyone. It's cramped." @[member="Krest"]

Calico was feeling popular today. 'Errybody was talking to him. He reached down to check that his DC-17 was primed. The weapon made a whirring sound as he power it to life. You could never be too careful. "You know, DragonsFlame, we can put you out there with them if you want to give it a go. I'm sure they're friendly." The Marshal huffed a quiet chuckle. @[member="Alliera Verd"] "Well, go back and be the new one again. Make life easier for us normal, law abiding folk."
Pheromones?

Thankfully, the Katarn armor filtered out such....effects. He didn't know if it would have any effect on those without helmets. His HUD flashed to life in the top right hand corner, telling him of the invasive chemical in the air. He fixated his attention on @[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]. "You're gonna be a real nice politician one day, ad'ika."

The elevator let out a shrill beep as it latched unto the facility. The surface of the ocean seemed to be miles above, farther than the sky ever looked. It sent a chill down Calico's spine as he keyed the elevator open. The smell of raw meat hit him like a wall.

The opening corridor was all stale air. The rotten smell hung heavy. The room was completely dark. Calico flicked on his helmet torch-lamp, illuminating the room in narrow, pale light. It was a living quarters. Chairs and sofas were flipped over or ripped to shreds. The holovision was shattered, and glass littered the tan carpeted floors. Signs of a struggle, but no blood.

Calico snapped his Deece up, and stalked out into the room, turning in every direction as he moved. "Friendlies unresponsive. Looks like a struggle. Everyone stay close. Tight corners. Dangerous."

He switched frequencies back to the private channel shared between himself and @[member="Keziah Denko"]. It was becoming a habit now. "Definitely. Just stay safe, alright? I'd be a little displeased if something happened now."
 
"I'll pass" he said, wrinkling his nose at the pheromones. "I don't suppose you have a spare helmet so I don't take one of the women here home with me, do you?" he joked.

He took a sniff as the new smell invades his nostrils. "Never mind. I'm good now" he said as he flipped the hood over his head and used part of it to cover his nose. Would it shield him from the pheromones? Didn't know.

Using Calico as a flashlight, he looked around, following along....
 

Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Having been removed from combat and the camaraderie that goes with it for so long, Marek was keeping himself silent as he was in the elevator. Sure, he was making small talk with the ranking officer when he showed up, not out of any need to announce himself, but in order to let the Clone Commander know that there was a non-militant in the field. It felt the proper thing to do. Marek was going to do what he could to help this group, after all, it just made sense that they knew all the players on the field.

Looking to the Jedi Grandmaster, yes, Marek recognized @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], he shook his head. “You probably need a little more R&R, though if you want, the Techno Union is working on some spear guns, for fishing.” It wasn’t actually a bad idea, maybe Marek needed to table in a weekend for himself.

When the doors open, he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. What in the Nine Corellian Hells was that? He tried to clear his thoughts, hoping that these pheromones weren’t going to cloud his judgment, or muck with his Reflex ability. Making a physical motion for the droids to stay close, he was idly wondering if there was a way to make the droids respond to Force cues… That was tempting.

@[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
Saera had heard the mumbled joke about her mother under the furry tufts of her keen animal ears but pouted and chose to ignore it. Her mother's honor wasn't exactly spotless, and while she tried to be a good parent, that wasn't really relevant to the situation at hand. They all had a mission to do. The rosey creature rose her right hand to her left hip, pulling forth from it the saber daitessen and resting it over her shoulder just in case. Unlike the others, she didn't need any light as her vulpine eyes could pick up the faintest traces of light present. When they reached the base of the elevator, the slits within those golden globes began to diverge wide open, amplifying her natural sense of night sight.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it...." Saera said in her most cute, timid voice, curling her head into her arms.
Her sight wasn't the only thing moderately amplified from the norm; she could smell the reek of the stagnant air and anything that had passed through it in the recent days. It affected her more than anyone else there, but she was slowly building a good bead on every individual's particular scent and those that did not belong to any of them. While the pheromonal musk from the buds of her tails seemed intoxicating, it was also rosey and fresh floral scented, which masked the stench of the facility with a much more pleasant aroma.
 

Atlas Kane

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The Jedi Master followed along, still not paying attention to everyone else. He was completely focused on his surroundings. His hand was at his blade and ready to pull the sword as soon as threats emerged. He was here to protect everyone and to help them survive this day and continue their lives for many more days to come. He was also here to find out if there were any survivors and if the people here could have already handled the situation, or at least hidden themselves somewhere safe.

@Everyone (I'm just too lazy to click the mention buttons/write out the names! I even copied this from the other dominion!)
 
Canal ran to the elevator and almost got caught in between it. He brought his trusty assault rifle and his concussion rifle. He remained silent in the elevator. He looked around and saw Krest, Calico, and other people that were familiar to him. Then he smelled something: pheremones. Luckily he had his oxygen tank with him as he hooked up the tank to his helmet receiving the fresh oxygen.

It was weird to him. Being deep down in the ocean. Seemed nice and beautiful but still weird.

The elevator opened and smelled a scent of raw meat. He got out and raised his rifle looking in every direction. The whole place was a mess. It was an upside down room but no hostiles so far.

"He heard Calico's orders and said, " Yes, sir." This was place was now giving him the creeps as he moved and slowly moved, still looking his surroundings.
 
The smell as the elevator opened made her want to throw up but instead she just gagged. The last thing she wanted to do was go inside. She could almost guarantee that there was nothing good inside however she followed close as the group entered the room. "Why is there no blood..." Keziah questioned as she grabbed the blaster from her hip which she doubted wouldn't phase whatever did this one bit. It was a comfort though to have it in her hands and pretend it would protect her.

She would have been less freaked if there was blood. That would have at least made sense. This whatever this was very wrong and she didn't like it one bit. The young woman had been in terrifying situations before where the scene looked just like this but there was blood. There was always blood so where was it? Did someone suck the blood out of the people and than drag them away?

"You too," she said over their private frequency. "stay safe. I don't know what I would do if.." Keziah didn't even want to think of something happening to him. It was a horrifying thought and one pushed out of her mind. She needed to focus and stay safe for him.

"Hey, did you guys hear that." She spun around on her heels to where she thought she heard a sound. She couldn't place a finger on what it was but she had heard something.


@[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]@[member="Alliera Verd"]@Hayato@CC-117 Canal @[member="Krest"]
 
A scream, silent and inaudible to normal organic ears. It rumbled through the water, and registered in the Monitor's audio logs. A few seconds later, and a bubble of red billowed up past the droid, toward the roof of the facility. The scientist were being killed--eaten, as expected.

"Organics. I am the Monitor. This facility is compromised. Kai-Sin has locked himself in the secure levels. Retrieve me, I carry your...cure." Its voice was inhuman, robotic, and cold. It sent the message through the local Comm channels to all who would hear.
 
Krest crossed his arms, frowning deep. Always with the droids, and the smell. Sadly for the Zabrak, it wasn't a knew smell. Wasn't something that bothered him. he pulled Deus free from it's sheath, gripping it lightly with both hands. What ever was about to happen would probably be centered around that blasted droid. Might as well get it over with.
 
Kage stuck to Calico's side, already pulling out his datapad and looking it over with one hand. Scanning for life, searching for any humanoid signal. It was the droids call that sounded off in his head that sent a chill down his spine though. Droids weren't something the Clone disliked, even though he was from the Clone Wars.

Then his datapad beeped. A lot. He nudged the Marshal, speaking with a slight amount of fear in his voice.

"Uh sir.. They're in the walls."

@Joshua DragonsFlame @Særa Ayña Savan @Calico Tal'Verda @Keziah Denko @Marek Starchaser
 
"In the walls...that's...okay. Keep it slow. We secure the facility, DragonsFlame." Calico held out his right hand, palm upward. The eerie blue light of the suit's holocomm flooded the room. It showed the facility's schematics, particularly winding corridors leading to the reminder of the living quarters, and the labs.

"Alpha moves toward the lab to secure our little...friend. Bravo will head toward the primary living quarters. If anyone survived, that's where they'll be, along with all the data we carry." The Marshal stood up straight, motioning toward each respective person.

"Alliera, Josh, Keziah, Marek, with me. Everyone else, with Krest." He gave a quick nod toward the Zabrak. This was a test of trust. "I'll head toward the lab, Krest will secure the survivors. We RV here in sixty, any longer, and the second team will assume something has gone wrong. Comms are shoddy here, we can't rely on them fully. Everyone clear?" He turned toward the primary corridor, ready to make his way when something cracked.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

The upper half of a Rodian's body was thrown out of the darkness of the corridor. It hit the floor, rolling across the carpet as it went. Oddly enough, it trailed no blood.

"Shab!" Calico shouted, his rifle rumbling as it spat azure laserfire down the hall. It illuminated something large, though the figure was hard to tell. Something shrieked down the corridor, and it rumbled off back the other way. For the moment, it was gone.

"Fierfek...that was....this is going to be a lot more complicated than anticipated."
 
Droids. Canal heard the droid on his comm link and was a cold tone of voice. "Commander, what are your orders?" He said to Calico as he said to Calico through his comm link. He heard Kage saying something about the walls. "What's in the walls, brother?"
 
Droids. Canal heard the droid on his comm link and was a cold tone of voice. "Commander, what are your orders?" He said to Calico as he said to Calico through his comm link. He heard Kage saying something about the walls. "What's in the walls, brother?"
 
Krest frowned deeper at the sight of the Rodian. He was use to blood. Always use to blood. But there was none, and that sent a shiver down the Iridonians back like nothing else could. He cast a glance over to Calico, then nodded to the others. @[member="CC-117 Canal"], @[member="Hayato"], and a new face,@[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]. Well, here's hoping it could go well. He nodded to Kage, already getting their search and rescue started.

"Got a destination?"
 
Kage could only shrug at @[member="CC-117 Canal"]. He had no idea what they were, but they were giving off some kind of signature. There were thousands by his readings, and with the bloodless corpses, he wasn't feeling all to excited about the mission. But missions were missions. He nodded to Krest, already tapping away at his datapad. "There should be a split at the end of this hall. Right leads to our goal, left leads to the Commanders."

Missions were missions..
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
Saera's huge ears twitched and nudged about at the crackling sound in the distance well before it reached the register to be heard by human ears. Her eyes spun around, fixed suddenly down the main corridor as faint growls managed to escape from under her breath. That's when it came, the half-corpse rolling in the distance. Saera's keen eyes saw it loud and clear. Once she identified it as mangled, lifeless remains, she hicced and whimpered, suddenly throwing herself in a ball between her arms and fanned out rose tails. Her pheromonal musk grew particularly strong in her fear; not that anyone could complain, they'd smell nothing but the sweet scent of alien roses masking the reek of the facility, and how most of the others had thus picked up on the presence of pheromonal toxins before was very strange to begin with.
The girl could still smell it... hear it... everywhere.
 

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