Weekend Treasure Hunt 2: Diamond in the Rough

[Ashin Varanin]

OOC/ Any fleets, flotillas, or large capital ships get close enough to the Cathedral Ship to try and control the situation, or attempt to bring grav well generators online, bad things happen IC. Really cool bad things, but not that cool for the ships. Savvy?

Do not, under any circumstances, claim things in a handful of posts. Don't blindside or outrace others. Don't go around claiming multiple lots, or you'll attract the kind of spirit/undead attention that nobody can survive. Play fair, and tag your location and destination.

I have no intention of RPing in this thread at this time. This is merely an opportunity.

Feel free to end your first post with boarding the ship.

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Over ten thousand years ago, the Republic was evil. Its Chancellors followed the humanocentric cult of the Pius Dea. Its Ordnance Regional Depots -- Ord Mantell, Ord Mirit, Ord Trasi and all the rest -- entrenched its military strength in conquered territories. Its Jedi guardians became warped and vile, testing their Padawans with the barbaric Burning, spearheading genocidal wars across the galaxy. A few true Jedi withdrew to a thousand years of seclusion.

When they emerged, in partnership with the powerful Alsakani and the clever, pacifistic Caamasi, they staged a schism within the Pius Dea ranks. The Bureau of Ships and Services sabotaged the great cathedral ships that had spread the Republic's violence across the stars, and the cathedral ships vanished on blind hyperjumps. The Republic's Jedi, then known as the Order of the Terrible Glare after a thousand years of growing militancy, starved to death on cathedral ships or were hunted down by the new Chancellor, the Jedi Grandmaster.

The cathedral ships' worthless hulks were slowly rediscovered in the coming millennia, rediscovered and discarded. Other things took priority: Sorzus Syn, Karness Muur, XoXaan, then Naga Sadow, then Exar Kun, then Nihilus and Traya, then the Sith Emperor.

But still a few cathedral ships remained, drifting in deep space, irrelevant and alone -- dark, silent, depowered, and haunted. One has just blundered its way into history once again.

Bearing a fortune in ancient lightsabre crystals, and enough Dark Side spirits and ancient undead to make the Jedi Council itself think twice.

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These items are generally, though not always, contained within ancient lightsabres or locked vaults. Feel free to be creative.​

Top: Bridge​

Lignan Crystal​

Hurrikaine Crystal​

Qixoni Crystal​

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Bottom: Main Tactical​

Opila Crystal​

Qixoni Crystal​

Durindfire Gem​

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Port: Prison Cells​

Solari Crystal​

Krayt Dragon Pearl​

One Healing Crystal of Fire​

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Starboard: Commander's Cabin​

Durindfire Gem x2​

Corusca Gem​

Lignan Crystal​

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Bow: Training Facility​

Dantari Crystal​

Pontite Crystal​

Opila Crystal​

Amidships: Medical Bay​

Pontite Crystal​

One Healing Crystal of Fire​

 

[Warren Century]

As a former human and a human replica droid Jeff had an innate desire to explore new places. When he had heard a rumor of a ship that could hold enough power to scare the Jedi, well he just had to investigate. It was not entirely for altruistic reasons either, but because the ship held lightsaber crystals, or so he had assumed. As he boarded the ship he remembered why he was here. If there was any chance of acquiring a lightsaber crystal he had to do so, at least so he'd be prepared for his plans later on. Finally he was on board the ship.

 

[Arage Bao]

Ten thousand years are a long, long time for someone to remember the old stuff of yore, the Order probably still had some archives on that old era, but I was never much of a book-guy. Don’t get me wrong, knowledge was fun and all that, but in the grand scheme of things I have mostly been too busy dodging blaster fire and dueling Sith, to really get into the meat of books, scrolls and those other dusty stuff. So it didn’t come as a surprise that I had no clue whatsoever of the origins of the place.

Just knew two things, well… maybe three. But we ain’t talking about those things though, instead let’s focus on this derelict ship. The Order sent me out to check up on it, and if necessary sent a message back for more assistance. Moment my Blackbird closed in on the location, I knew that this mission might be just a tad too much for me to handle.

Brain told me to call the Order, get a task force running, hell a whole dang army would be better. But I felt it, the allure of the ship, together with the thrill rising up inside of me. So I did the only thing I could do in such a situation… I docked with the ship, stepped out of the ship and promptly three zombie...ish? things? saw me and decided I was a tasty meal.

I sighed to myself and ignited my lightsabre, this was going to be a bad day.

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[The End Narrator]

November rolled her eyes as [member="Michael Sardun"] ignited his lightsabers, she merely dis-engaged the safety's from her rifle and her pistols both. Her hand would then rise to bring the mask up from her chin to conceal her nose and mouth and then the goggles down over her eyes. "Ladies first..." She said in a muffled voice and with a flash of discharged energy, she vanished into thin air. There was an errie silence as the sound of her footsteps wouldn't even be noted, but what came next would.

Electrical charges behind the three creatures flashed and caught their attention, causing them to turn and her pistol came up to bear. It took three consecutive and precise shots and with those shots, heads exploded in a rain of brain tissue and flesh that left nothing but bone and decayed muscle in it's wake. A green and black splatter would hit the wall with a gross "SPLAT" and a smoking hole appeared next to Michael, perhaps a clear warning she would do what she must to ensure the safety of herself and him, even if it meant a danger close shot. She would offer him a polite smile and a fake curtsy before turning to motion down the hall, the three corpses collapsing in on one and another. "After you, kind sir." As she motioned, she checked the guages in her eyepiece.

Good, the new charging unit was working better than expected...

[member="Ashin Varanin"].

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="November Sinclair"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

I… blinked as someone else appeared on stage, blond girl, pretty cute. Then she disappeared and shots came out of nowhere, destroying the three zombies with apparent ease, which elicited another blink of the eye and I was about to thank her for her assistance, when she decided to shoot right next to me. Could have easily taken me out right there and then, instead… well suppose it was a warning of sorts. Didn’t like that though, seems civility was a rare trait these days.

So instead I just gave her a curt nod, and took a quick look around the hangar bay. There weren’t anymore zombies in sight, which wasn’t the same as no zombies at all, which only made me more anxious. This was a bad idea, but the thrill running up and down my veins were protesting that fact. Hangar had a couple of ancient fighters scattered around, most decayed into rust and scrap but a few could maybe be made operational again, with a handy hand.

I started to walk, not with clear purpose, just trundling carefully and mostly silent through the hangar, trying to find any signs that would tell me how this damn ship was structured. The most logical course of action was to locate the bridge, try to slice into the mainframe and then… well… go from there. I am trying a new approach, okay? Less planning, more action.

Rounded the corner of a fighter and promptly my nose was filled with the scent of another decayed fether, this one was far bigger than the other ones and quicker too. Moment he spotted me, he started running and crashed right into me. My silent protector wouldn’t have the time to shoot this one up, sadly, sabre was still ignited though.

While the zomb-- man, really? A zombie? That’s so… pulp, wasn’t there anything else? Techno-beats? Whitering Smokes? As those thoughts crossed my mind, another one did… who was a criticizing here? It ain’t some kind of novel, so instead, I tried to block the zombie’s mouth from biting me in the fething neck, but finally impaling him on my sabre.

This did not elicit the proper response though, while I was able to cut a straight hole through the thing’s gut, it also started a… puking reaction from the thing. Waste streamed right into my face and upper body, gagging I tried to get the now… truly dead thing off of me, but clearly was failing in the effort.

Just another day in Paradise.

 

[The End Narrator]

November approached cautiously and looked down at the creature ontop of [member="Michael Sardun"], a sigh escaped her lips as she grabbed the shreds of clothing from the foul thing, whatever it was and yanked it up and out of the impaled nature in which it rested. Without looking, she brought her arm back and flung it into the wall behind her, a loud thud echoing through the darkened corridors and the empty hanger. "You ought to be more careful there slim, might catch a cold..." She chuckled softly and knelt down next to Michael. "Or be like one of those guys out of Nar Shaddaa, get something that the Force can't cure."

She pulled up her goggles and winked at him with sapphire blue eyes before putting the goggles back down. As she stood, her right hand would lower down and offer him a hand. "Come on, let's get moving." Again, she didn't bother looking, her left hand came back with the pistol in hand and discharged the weapon. A single bullet would stray into the dome of the creature, spraying black ooze and brain matter against the durasteel walls.


[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Ashin Varanin"] ((I blame you for this))

It was like a beacon in a storm the way the feeling of dread terror and destiny mingled in the tangled mind of the thing called Odium. His cold black gaze could have peered through space and time as his eyes lost focus and his other senses took over and focused on what could only be felt. Darkness, overwhelming darkness in a swirling vortex of fate danced out there among the stars. His arms crossed over his chest as he looked out into the stars from his small cabin on the simple civilian freighter he had taken possession of while in Chiss space. The former slave vessel was small compared to others used for its former work but that counted little in the mind of the broad shouldered Nautolan.

His hunger grew to no end as he thought of the sensations he had in the force and it nagged at his being that something so wicked could call and he not answer. It took long longer than that for him to make up his mind and plot a course toward the feeling and simply trust that if he died it would be mercifully quick. He took his seat in the cockpit as his large olive hands flew over the controls in a greedy haste that his hunger could be satisfied with little attention being called to himself.

Moments later the stars and ship stretched into infinity and he was projected into the cold embrace of hyperspace. The trip was not as long as one may have expected and mere hours passed as he sat contemplating the wisdom or lack thereof in his course. Was he letting his hunger pull him to doom or greater power, would he find knowledge or death at the other end of his trip? Mere moments would tell as his ship exited hyperspace and he could see the hulking mass of a gaudy ship loom just ahead. He pulled his ship up at a 90 degree angle or what passed for one in the transport and barely missed the thing that called to him, begging him to join it. He wasted no time at all in passing the thing by and turning to search for a hanger to land his old rusted ship.

Moments more found him aiming for what passed for an ancient hanger bay bathed in near darkness. His settled the ship on its struts and left the engines warm in case he needed a hasty retreat the donned his armor, a breath mask and his satchel. He raced to the boarding ramp and clipped on his weapons belt as he slowly walked out into the dead silent hanger. His boots were barely on the ground before he knew what it was he was here for. Turning on a heel he went inside and removed from his quarters pack containing a package measuring roughly 1 meter by half a meter by half a meter. He quickly put in on beneath his cloak and stepped back out and into the first corridor. He would aim for the belly of the beast and the spoils that would likely one day take his life.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="November Sinclair"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

Once my Guardian Angel removed the thing from my belly I was able to take a couple of breaths, which I started to regret the moment the foul stench penetrated my nostrils again. Took me a while to regain some measure of composure, just in time to catch her wink though, so she wasn’t all Ice Queen it seemed. I nodded again to her and was able to pronounce a thank you, just barely though. Think the fat zombie bruised something, that didn’t feel all too well.

Took her hand the moment she shot again, this time behind her. Dang, that is four zombies she had killed already, that’s… something. Was pretty glad she was here though, no army had anything on her and her invisibility trick.

“Ain’t sure why you are ‘ere, but glad you are. Saved my life twice today, and that ain’t a simple thing. Gotta get to the bridge, without getting gutted by these freaks, I can feel in my bones there is more here though. Dark presence, it clouds my senses, can’t judge out how bad things are going to get.”

Pulled myself up, and we continued on our way. No signs whatsoever though, which made me even more anxious than before. How the hell did the previous occupants now where to go, with no dang signs? Can’t expect to remember the whole layout with a behemoth like this one…

Meaningless to start wondering about this though, we picked a passageway and sticked with it. Hopefully it would lead us to where we needed to be.

 

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Cathedral Ship; Port side

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...the Cathedral Ship would have been the stuff of legend to most which is why one appearing would have aroused the curiosities of many as well as the nightmares of the few who had done enough research to understand what they'd represent. Doubtless there would be numerous adventurers who were brave enough to arrive and explore the depths of such a vessel looking for the treasures that might lay hidden inside though. A Gladius Class Light Freighter would jump into view out of hyperspace, housing one of those individuals, and proceed towards the Cathedral Ship as it moved through space like a floating tomb...

...scans initially showed a barren exterior though an Astrometric Droid on the bridge warned that there were signs others may have also been present on the Cathedral Ship prompting the answer of..."Tell me something I don't know."...from the unseen captain before he moved out of his chair and into the back of the freighter to prepare for docking procedures. The Astrometric Droid would guide the ship in for the remainder of the way...

...the Light Freighter approached the Cathedral Ship on the port side and discovered archaic docking clamps and an airlock that appeared to be functional there. The Freighter would hover, closer and closer, until it came along side the Cathedral Ship and made contact with the docking clamps with engaged. On board the Astrometric Droid would make a series of beeps to indicate docking was successful as it began the process of synching the environments of the two ships to ensure they were compatible...

...Laith wasn't taking any chances. The Beskar'gam he wore came outfitted with vacuum seals meaning that he could survive in the dead of space for several hours on a private air supply which would also serve him well here incase the air was toxic. Initial readings claimed it was safe but the Mercenary wasn't taking any chances. Activating the hud in his helmet Laith gained a three hundred and sixty degree arc of vision as well as other perks such as a friend/foe designator to help him keep track of potential allies and enemies. He was carrying his modified CZ-836 Assault Rifle, held in both hands across his chest, a Vibrosword sheathed on his back with the hilt extending over his left shoulder and an assortment of grenades, six in total, which would aid him in a variety of different situations...

...the airlock between Cathedral Ship and Light Freighter disengaged with a hiss before the hydraulics, ancient, opened the docking hatch and the Mercenary stepped inside the ship before making a slow scan of the area. He would need to keep sharp, especially in a place like this were death permeated the air...​

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[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[The End Narrator]

There was something off about this guy. Maybe it was just who he was or the fact that he didn't seemed prepared for these types of situations...or maybe it was the fact that she was. Her training allowed her to be prepared for the unthinkable, the gods only know what type of training she had endured. They kept moving forward towards the bridge, less than 50 meters now and then all hell broke loose.

The ground began to quake and the sound of groaning metal echoed through her ears, quickly muffled by dampeners as it exceeded specific volume limits. She quickly jolted forward as the ground beneath her gave way and with that she would dive forward and roll. As she did so, she brought her hands behind her back and the MAWS came up as she did, in a solid combat kneeling position. She began scanning her forward sector before she turned to look back, searching for [member="Michael Sardun"].

The different variations of thermal and night vision lenses began shifting until it found a suitable lens for her to look through. Behind her a few meters was a gaping hole and no doubt, he was down in it. She would slowly rise off her one knee and take a few cautious steps back, gun still trained forward. "Hey, you alright?" She would say loudly over the sound of metal and duracrete clanking and making all types of racket.

[member="Ashin Varanin"].

 

[Alan]

PORTSIDE HULL, ENTERING THE SHIP
CATHEDRAL SHIP


The dark side festered in this place, like a fungus growing on a dead log. It lingered there, like a blanket of misery. Tracyn had no real idea of the depth of the dark side, he was clouded by it's sheer malevolent nature. Death lingered here. He didn't even need to be a Jedi to realize this- it was a certain feeling that you could never forget. Death came in many shapes and forms, some of it peaceful and tranquil, a simple passing into the next state of being. However, this area was cursed. Cursed by damned souls. Tracyn gently floated from his ship, a brief spacewalk. His spacesuit was basic, as he had given up wearing his Beskar'gam some time ago. He blinked, glancing around the ship. He was standing amongst a large tear in the ship, and waded further into it. Stepping lightly, he looked around.

And then, it came.

It was something out of a myth of demons, a simple spectre, clad in a black, tattered robe, and eyes that burned red with hate and fury. It was floating, angry and with long, skeletal hands. It clearly did not want to be here - doomed to it's eternal damnation for whatever mortal crimes it had committed. Tracyn, however, had faced down other demons before, and the manifestation of the dark side did little to waiver the Jedi. He stepped forward, adjusting his force presence. It recoiled for a moment, angered by the appearance of a light-sided user after so many years in darkness. It gave off a terrible screech, before sinking below into the ancient hull. Tracyn began to trek inwards. His hands reached for his lightsaber, but he dared not stir the many demons besides the one he just encountered.

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Portside; Corridors

...scanning the airlock chamber Laith hadn't discovered much, underneath his helmet a grumble might have been heard over the comms, and as he finished with his look around the Mandalorian would have moved forward slowly intent on leaving the area for one of the corridors that stretched out throughout the ship. He moved slowly, measuring his footsteps, as he left the room and found the first of the corridors that stretched into what he was starting to dub a tomb ship not knowing any other word for it. Imagine what a ship like this might have been worth as salvage though if someone could gain control of it. No probably not a good idea...

...the corridor that Laith moved into was as equally dark as the airlock, he switched the view of his helmet visor to night vision so that he had a better idea of what was around him, which caused him to remain cautious as he moved down its length slowly. The Assault Rifle he held across his chest turned forward, the butt sucking in against his right hip as he aimed ahead, incase anything came out at him but thus far there was nothing. At one point Laith thought he saw a shadow, someone might have been there, but then it was gone and he was left alone again...

...as he proceeded down the corridor Laith saw what he thought may have been an ancient terminal and moved closer to it. There must have been some power left in this ship. Using the datapad integrated into the right forearm of his Beskar'gam Laith would attempt to jack into the systems of the Cathedral Ship so that he could try to learn the layout of the vessel, just a general map and the designation of a few basic locations, to better find his way around. If he could do anything else at this terminal he would also attempt to turn the main lighting back on in his area...​

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[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Darth Odium]

Odium was not surprised in the least to walk into the corridor and hear the sound of the dripping grotesque thing lumber into view. The thick black fluid pooling in its mouth a ample warning that its bite would not be easily shrugged away. The sword of Ieldis made a glorious shick as it came out of its scabbard and pointed at the deck. Even the mindless thing with its twisted body and nearly thoughtless mind could put together that Odium didn't intend to be fast food at McYoda's and roared before lunging forward. The wonderful things about a sword in Odium's mind as compaired to a lightsaber were one it gave off no light and so attracted less attention in the dark, two it was well suited to his chosen form Shii-cho, and three the feel of the impact as it struck home in an enemy. Combined it was indeed a glorious tool.

The creatures hands were removed at the wrist before Odium pivoted turned full circle and left its head rolling across the deck. Odium made not a sound as he turned and jogged forward toward what seemed to be center from there he would aim to find the bottom of the deathly thing. His necklace tingled and he could feel the spirits of this place stir, ancient, wicked, and longing to make all that they met join them in oblivion. Soon he would see just how determined they indeed were.

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Aft hangar bay corridor
DESTINATION: Amidships hangar bay

Aedan Miles sat in the cockpit of his newest fighter also the fastest one he owned. He wore his beskar'gam today and carried his lightsabers who knew what he would get into best to be prepared. He came in towards the ship from the side his fighter flashing as it wove back and forth in a defensive way. He had a goal here today and for once that goal wasn't for the young Dark Jedi knight personally. No he had heard rumors of certain crystals that he wished to collect and give to [member="Ordo"]'s wife seeing as how she could make better use of them then he. He finally dumped a large portion of speed as he brought his craft in towards a hangar slowly his finger resting over the trigger as his eyes glanced over everything present taking a few deep breaths as he does.

As he finally sets down in the hangar as he pops the cockpit hatch and climbs out of his fighter rolling his shoulders as he starts to walk down the hall way opening himself to the force both to sense where his target was as well as prepare himself for anything that may wish to stop him. His destination it seemed was located amidships at the medical bay odds where anyone left alive would be heading there. Walking calmly forward Aedan's hand drifted down to his belt and he drew his lightsabers igniting their silver blades as he paces forward. He could sense an aura of darkness around the ship and he realize he would have to be prepared for anything.

Aedan's violet eyes flick throughout the corridor he steps into his lightsaber flicking up and around as a body starts to move. Biting back a curse as the body goes to move again without a single arm and cuts its head in half. Note taken undead were on this ship and if what he got from the force was correct there were other things here to. Taking a deep breath he starts to stride forward slowly. His violet eyes gleamed fiercely as he spun his blades absently projecting the force outwards to warn him if anything else moved towards him.

 

[Alan]

PORTSIDE: HALLWAYS
CATHEDRAL SHIP


Darkness loomed as he ventured further into the ship. He could feel them around him, stirring and waiting for a chance to strike. But that wasn't the only thing that was coming for him. Tracyn was an expert in combat, but also in one other thing. How to move quietly, and how to stalk. And he could feel the eyes on him, the suspicious feeling of something bad about to happen. And then, he closed his eyes. He reached out with the force, letting his senses go, and the force guide him. And it told him to duck. And as he did, a large beam of steel came forth, where his head might have been. He turned, and ran along the wall briefly, before wrapping his legs around the some undead incarnation, practically from a nightmare. The instinct for survival took over whatever fear the Jedi may have had about it.

He used the lack of gravity, to twist upwards. The thing gave off a horrible gurgle, before laying still as Tracyn peeled off of it. He floated backwards, breathing sharply. Whatever it was, it still came towards Tracyn. It was cackling, echoing through the portside hallways. It crawled along towards him, screeching a horrible, awful sound. Tracyn brought his foot upwards, and brought it down on the head of the...monster. Whatever it once was - human or otherwise, now was a splattered mass of gray matter and bone fragments. Tracyn looked about, and moved further towards where the light side called him to. Ashlan. But he knew, that a ravenous undead monster was not the worst problem he would face on the ship. Nor, the least terrifying. In fact, that might have been the easiest one.

 

[Arage Bao]

Training Facility

The ancient derelict slash behemoth lived up to its name the moment the ground beneath my feet gave away and I crashed into the area beneath the hall we had just been walking in. Took me a moment to orientate myself, blinking yet again blearily, but eventually I was able to stand up again. Weebly on my legs though, looking up I could just see the girl’s head appearing asking me if I was fine. Well. I was pretty alright, nothing broken and all that, so… in the grand scheme of things I was doing good.

“Doing fine, go on without me. I will try to get to the bridge from this position.”

I looked around and suddenly my eyes fixated upon… well I wasn’t really sure what it was. First thing, it looked like another corpse, this one though… was staring at me intently. With two lightsabres in his hands and his eyes were glowing a very, very menacing green color.

Definitely didn’t like that part, I stole a look up again to see if the Ghost Hunter was still there… but no such luck. She was gone already, again I sighed inwardly and reached out to the lightsabre that was al--- dang it, where is that damn thing?

Which was exactly the moment the Lich King launched itself at me, yet again I found that this day was turning quite badly.

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="November Sinclair"]

 

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Portside; Corridors

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...the datapad took awhile to synch with the terminal, in mundane terms the software here was vastly outdated compared to modern era technology, however when Laith did gain access to the terminal of the Cathedral Ship he also unlocked the data that he required. Not all of it but the datapad did download a fairly decent layout of the port side of the vessel as well as several corridors on the upper and lower levels. Everything that would make traveling the vessel more manageable for the Mandalorian...

..as he unhooked his datapad from the terminal Laith thought he caught sight of something ahead of him again. Lifting his head he saw what appeared to be the silhouette of something unknown, it was looking at him and he was looking at it. When the silhouette lurched forward and came into view Laith could see that its body had been decomposed by the ravages of time, it looked as though the skin had been stretched across its dead features, and that its eyes were lifeless but yet still shone with a malevolence that he couldn't completely understanding. Having no force sense Laith likely wouldn't understand many things in this ship...

...the Assault Rifle he carried was lift as the creature lurched towards him and Laith would squeeze the trigger creating the sound of gunfire which cut through the body of the thing as a burst of three rounds were fired. The bullets had ripped through the body of the creature however it hadn't slowed down. It was moving fast enough that Laith was able to rise up onto his feet easily enough but also that he had to start backing away to remain out of reach of its clawed, dead, hands. As he moved back Laith would raise the Assault Rifle again, designate a new target, and then zero in on the creatures head before squeezing off another three round burst that ripped through its skull, splattering whatever dark ichors remained of its brain down the corridor, and finally dropped the thing...

...lowering his Assault Rifle he would have grunted..."Damn zombies."...well according to him that's what it was. Aware that his gunfire may have attracted attention Laith didn't remain where he was for long. Moving ahead Laith would have stepped over the now motionless corpse he had dispatched and wandered further down the corridor he was in. When he came to a junction he looked at the datapad on his right forearm and turned left. Disappearing from view...​

 

[The End Narrator]

November frowned a bit and turned back towards the partially opened bridge door, of course it was just big enough for her to squeeze her way through...barely. Even for someone as small as herself it was uncomfortable and painful to press her tiny frame through with all the weapons she had on. With a groan and a grunt, she pulled herself in and quickly began scanning the area, her weapon was raised at the ready as she flicked on the flashlight. Fortunately, there was no movement and bio-sensors picked up nothing on a thermal scale.

She lowered her weapon and allowed the sling to catch it before she began walking around the bridge, gloved hands shifting through flimsies layed strone about. As she flipped through them, she began snapping photos with a wrist camera, one could only know what type of data they might contain that would be useful in the future. As she moved further and further into the bridge, she noticed a corpse holding onto a lightsaber and a faint shimmering purple haze coming from the dusty hilt. "Well, well, well now..." She said with some intrigue.

As she approached the corpse cautiously, she stepped on something that made a loud crack and suddenly the corpse came to life. The former Sith or Jedi or whatever being it was lunged at her with the broken hilt, bringing it down the unarmored piece of her shoulder and neck area with a strength she hadn't experienced before. She cried out in pain and grabbed both wrists as best she could and held it back from biting down on her face. She heard alarms ringing in her ears from the penetration to her armor and her vital signs changing. Fortunately, it missed her jugular by an inch or so...

She swore up and down as she fell backwards and flung the creature behind her and through some transparisteel. As she rolled to the right, she noticed that not only did she have the hilt still stuck in her neck, but the hand attached with it. With a low growl that was followed by a soft cry, she pulled it free from the confines of her flesh and whimpered a bit as the blood flowed freely down her suit.

"Damnit..." It was no sooner that the first droplets of blood hit the floor, that the sound of groans and moaning began to echo through the bridge. "Oh no..."

 

[Romeo]

A ship from the distance past, has come around to show itself once more. It seemed like this was nothing, but it felt similar to a week ago. He was flying in a new frigate that was created by a sponsoring company to his little group of rising individuals. When he came upon the ship that was in the middle of nowhere, he only wondered what would happen this time. Many others had already flown into the bay, so he would follow in with his own squad of a few pirates. Plus, he thought that he noticed someone from his little group was already aboard.

Flying in nice and low, he would dock with the ship and get in place. Once in he would have about six pirates with him, the others would have either stayed on the ship or followed in. It was a rather large ship, so it would take sometime before he would be able to reach the bridge. So he didn't stop to think, as he walked towards the corridors with his cane and a briefcase in his hand.

He would try to connect any source that would have his comm link, as he walked down the first path he saw.

"Hello is this [member="Jeff Solaris"], this is Romeo here. Do you copy, currently on the ship." He said, wondering if this people was really on the ship as well.


( OOC to the names below-If you want to get some prizes, join me on the hunt or not. It's all your choice really.)

[member="Rookie"]

[member="Morgaine deWinter"]

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Training Facility

I was barely able to roll away from the huge mess that had just thrown itself at me, missed the lightsabres… barely crashed into the nearest wall instead and I came to an impasse with myself. Fact was, I wouldn’t be able to defeat this monster with just my damn hands, wasn’t that skilled yet for that. While the beast shook itself from his own crash into the wall, it started to waggle around trying to locate me again, which gave me precious seconds to try and find my damn sabre.

‘Course, I had a bond with it, almost every Jedi had one with his or her lightsabre, so I could feel it -somewhere- but where? Wasn’t too brilliant with telekinesis either, needed a clear target to pull it back in and with the damn thing running around here I ain’t got the concentration to pull it off yet.

Eventually, the beast managed to wake from his stupefied trance and focused a glare at me again, which coincidentally was around the same time I finally located my sabre. Well… guess where it was. No guesses? Well, my luck seemed to be infinite, because the damn thing laid between the ghost slash zombie’s feet.

Yet again I sighed to myself and then did the only thing that was possible in this kind of situation, before the monster would resolve itself to attack me, I went in for a dive, straight under the sabres’ reach and between the thing’s legs.

Enemy sabre hit me in the shoulder though, glanced off the durasteel padding, but left a fething bruise. Good news was that I had my damn sabre back though, which I promptly ignited while rolling out of my jump.

Immediately, I turned around and scowled at the thing’s back.

“Come and get me, you ugly piece of garbage.”

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="November Sinclair"]