Under Lock and Key

[Nazo]

Keylander Station
Makeb

::Mayday...Mayday.... our station is under siege. Someone...no..someTHING is tearing the place apart. Send aide...please send aide!::

The only part of the missive sent to the Silver Jedi was recorded over the sound of screams in the background as the civilian outpost of luxury and overpriced souvenirs was in peril. The message would repeat in a concussive loop with the cries of agony tempering it's distress beacon. Following the message was a throng of static as the connection was cut, and yet the signal remained.


This was the Gateway to Makeb - a sizable tourist trap by many standards floating across the jade green and oceanic blues of the planet that had once been a boon to the Imperial war all those centuries ago. Originally it was just an outpost to stave off the effects of the electromagnetic disturbances that played havoc with systems, engines and anything else that had a mechanical pulse. Fully repurposed into a destination for those willing to pay top credit for trinkets of little to no actual value chronicling their trip to the planet. What it lacked in size and capacity, it made up for in tourist trap revenue. Boasting a title of only three floors that spanned the circumference of the station, as well as the five docking bays, and an engineering department that was capable but still meager. No outward defenses aside from a security force armed with nothing that would last in a takeover. This wasn't a military installation and as such relied on nearby factions to police the station should the need arise. Unfortunately for them, the need had arisen.

Several hours before the message, a single bulk transport had landed and docked in usual patterns. Ferrying a group of random citizens through the cosmos to the landing station for a trip across the stars. The Hyperspace Traveler gave it a moderate rating, and expressed that the magnetic fluctuations against the backdrop of Makeb was some of the best clusters of light shows you'd get to see this side of the Mara Corridor. A moderate supply of goods was the cargo, and one very unusual stow-away that had taken the transport for a ride, in the normal fashion for such a strange creature. Too little too late was the realization that Nazo was onboard and had decided to disembark the shuttle for the station proper. That is where the real havoc began. In a Galaxy full of strange beings, the seven foot figure wasn't sticking out as the oddest thing these bipeds had ever seen, but the need for basic security had warranted a closer look, and that is where things went down-hill.

In the span of an hour, Nazo's only friend in the Galaxy had tasted flesh a total of four times. The venomous Gizka engineered poison had seen fit to leave each one in a catatonic state of paralysis, plus the necrotic like symptoms of having their nervous system shut down. With proper medical treatment, the prognosis for recovery was decent, but that was rarely afforded when pandemonium was being had. What had amounted to a quick standoff with the lizard had erupted into blaster fire when Nazo was shown to be protective of the pink scaled creature. There wasn't much use of prescribed force in how Nazo dealt with the security team. He wasn't a trained combatant, and rarely showed use of understood methods of combat. He'd studied them, but that art was not so much practiced than digested. Durasteel limbs however didn't really take a lot of finesse to manage, and when met with the bodies of squishy meat-bags, it did the trick nicely. Through a series of maze like turns into the engineering rooms, Nazo cut through a few more resistance officers before jettisoning a good portion of them out of an airlock - to which he gave them a fond farewell wave while standing in the vacuum until the lever was depressed to return atmospheric conditions to the docking bay.

A quarter of the station by now had been shredded by the destruction of both Nazo's appetite and his clever use of the stations tools to flush out an intruder. Whatever they had done, put Nazo into the center of commotion, and several escape pods had already been used to ferry people from the madness. Others not so fortunate had come into physical contact with the curious and knowledge seeking slug. Those poor souls were laying in seizure like states in various places around the facility mumbling about incoherent nonsense. At the last, a door had been sealed to quarter off the threat until they could get help. Only a small handful of people still remained to combat him, and the problem was that the blast door was starting to corrode from the inside. They wouldn't have much time left.


[member="Judah Lesan Jr."]

 

[Judah Lesan Jr.]

JJ had been in the vicinity to pick up the message. He was a roaming Jedi at the moment, very much like his father, but very attached to the Silver Jedi as his master leaned toward their aid. This was a matter of importance. Whatever was attacking the station had made its way inside and was systematically and brutally killing those inside. To his horror, the Jedi found bodies which looked as though had been providing a snack for some kind of beast. The objective was clear, kill whatever terror was causing this devastation.

A trail of bodies, and was that slime, led the Jedi to the center of the station to where he noticed the intruder melting a door. How did he melt a door. There was darkness evident here, the likes of which JJ had never faced. There were so many stories he heard from his father about the Sith that JJ was convinced this was one of them. What to do? Judah did the only thing he knew to do. He spoke.

"Get away from the door and pick on someone more your speed huh?"

Okay maybe the wrong choice of words, but JJ was Corellian, so his nature would come out regardless. It was why his hand was already gripping his singular hilt. While his father fought with two, JJ battled with only one blade. Perhaps he would venture into Jar Kai later, but for now he preferred the forms his master had taught him. JJ was ready for whatever came next.

[member="Nazo"]

 

[Nazo]

Quick thinking and a somewhat timely response had quartered off the assailant inside one of the main middle chambers of the facility. It was normally used for storage, hosting several durasteel crates filled with various supplies for the station's continual operations. A few security cameras were live within the facility, and other than a few dusty placards on the wall denoting stacking priority, it was a rather featureless room. The small diminished garrison were already keeping a tight knit group at the entrance to this inner chamber. The blast door that had been closed about half an hour earlier in front of the main doors was the source of their worry and dread. The panic was palpable thanks to all the destruction they had witnessed. Men, women, and children had been laid to rest, from both shock, horror, or simple bodily harm. Those that hadn't perished were still very much alive and haunted by such a harsh encounter of the mind that they were basically catatonic. All focus rested on that door, of which the shades of metallic grey were beginning to actually blacken. There was no melting, not excess of heat, but a simple decaying of the solid metal shield that it both terrified and puzzled the guards on duty.

"We've contained him....it, about half an hour ago. There are no other exits except this door. No ventilation big enough for more than a womp rat either." One of the officers hurriedly informed the young Lesan as he arrived on the scene. A datapad was handed over showing the tint of holographic blue of the security feed inside. Three different angles showed the seven foot being, cloaked in fabrics that looked mismatched at best. A single hand was splayed against the decaying door, that was several feet thick from the blockade. The dark black spot was growing larger on the video feed, and spreading to hairline cracks that were eating through the exterior where the guards were lined up. "What is it?" The officer asked in dread, trying to identify anything, but nothing was coming up in their records. Nazo had nothing of supernatural origin, and his garments didn't speak of anything out of the ordinary. It was the entire package itself that was more fearsome in mystery than in anything known.

Sound wasn't going to penetrate even with the affects of the blackening durasteel, and the figure inside attempting to get out wasn't going to make any noise anyway if it wanted to. However, something seemed to attune the focus of that porcelain white mask to tilt and angle it's lifeless beady eyes towards one of the security feeds, staring right back at Larsen and the officer in charge of the feed itself. Nazo had seen the gesture before, years ago and in several other situations. Why he thought it was appropriate now was just as alien as his behavior thus far. His free hand moved towards the feed, a thumb digit extended skyward with the other fingers curled around. A thumb's up sign flashed towards the video feed - held aloft for more than a minute before his attention once again reigned onto the door, letting his right arm hang lax and his face turning to tilt and inspect the damage he as causing.

[member="Judah Lesan Jr."]