Dark Zone | CIS Dominion of Melida/Daan (R,50)

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Crash site
Wearing: Boots, Cape,
Wielding: 12 Czerka Knives, 6 Glitter Bullets
Objective: Do we need to kill Riggs?
Tags: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] [member="Riggs"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Nine Lives"]
Post: 3

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"We have someone who's alive and not here with us," she replied to the blue haired woman, "whether he's actually down, or infected, or just taking a smoke break, if something we need to figure out, and if he's about to turn monster, two have better odds than one at putting him or her down." Not to mention that if she were in need of a human or near human shield... Well, Scherezade didn't have too much regret about needing to off CISers from time to time. She just made sure she had a good reason to so that it wouldn't bite her back in the tush later.

And then came [member="Nine Lives"]. Scherezade was definitely staring at the giant of a woman that was gliding on air towards them. There was ways to make an entrance, and then there was that way to make an entrance. Scherezade was definitely taking notes as her mouth stretched and she grinned from ear to ear.

"Whoever they are," she said, giving away that she hadn't actually put too much effort into reading the files beyond viruses, danger, bad, "we can kill them. But we can't unkill those of we lose, so I suggest we make a move now. Anyone who's not dead, come with me. Everyone who's dead, move yourself to the dead pile." Sometimes humour lightened the load. She hoped the people near here were the kind of people who could appreciate it.

She turned around and started marching towards @Rigg 's direction. Her boots made crunchy sounds against the crusty earth, and she kept looking around as she walked, searching for signs of immediate danger. Frak, she hated this place. [member="Gerwald Lechner"] had tried to talk her out of coming, which, of course, had meant that she was even more intent on coming at all. In hindsight, she would've preferred to stay back on Ryloth with him, but pheh. You don't always get what you want, especially when you work hard to go against what it exactly it is that you want.

It took less than two minutes to reach [member="Riggs"]. Her gun was already in her hands, one bullet of Glitter Bullets in place and ready. Her eyes stared at him, trying to assess whether he was infected or still safe. But even after a few moments, she had no clue.

With a careless shrug, her arm came up, the barrel pointing between his eyes.

"Someone tell me he's not infected or I'm putting a slug in him," she said, and there was no softness in her voice this time.

 

[Darth Rixas]

"So be it."

Were the words that hung in the air, and Rixas' harassers looked to each other and laughed. Hysterically.

"Ha! This!..This guy is somethin' serious ain't 'e?" One of the men said among his uncontrolled laughter. "Kill this wannabe badass will ya?"

One of the men stepped forward to follow the orders of his broken leader, but failed to take another step as the sound of steel slicing flesh quieted the amusement in the air. The laughter was replaced with stunned dread as the man closest to Rixas reached a hand to his neck, fondling the handle of a knife plunged into his throat. Pulling it free, he attempted to speak but instead only gurgled liquid, spitting up spots of blood onto his dry, cracked lips. Gasping for air, he slumped to the ground, only pulling a deeper draw of blood into his lungs with each attempt to inhale. The horror of his situation sent him spiraling into an uncontrolled fright and anxiety attack as he tried to stand but found his body lacked enough strength to do so. The remaining two men watched their friend die in shock before remembering the one responsible for doing so. Rigid, almost unwilling, turns of their heads looked towards Rixas. He was in a slightly crouched agile position, slowly rocking from side to side with a hand behind his back. Before either of them thought to do anything- run, speak, hide- Rixas' hidden hand shot forth unto them, sending two more blades into their throats. He allowed them all to share the same fate. An act that was indiscriminate. Just. Fair. They deserved that much.

It was just after their bodies hit the ground and began to give up on them, that Rixas picked up on the signatures of several people approaching. The most familiar of them all being that of his older brother, [member="Darth Metus"]. He straightened up from his previous striking position and began to move towards the collective. But the same sense of danger he'd felt before murdering his assailants failed to cease. In fact the feeling was much stronger now. Almost entirely impossible to ignore. Then his stride was cut off as a large, towering man appeared and approached him from one of the many halls of the corridor. He was covered with multiple vials, cases, and volatile tanks, but Rixas recognized him as an Confederate flamesman nonetheless. He seemed off however, in fact everything about him was wrong from the placement of his gear...down to the unnatural tone of his voice.

Rixas put his hands up to halt him and prevent the hulking figure from getting any closer.

"Steady, soldier!"

"Right!" The soldier stopped to catch his breath, but he never seemed to recover. He began speaking again regardless. "Southside's clear, bodies are all roaste-"

The soldier lifted the nozzle of his flamethrower, for no apparent reason. He seemed suddently disinterested in speaking and intent on killing Rixas. Confused, the Sith Lord's brows furrowed as he looked from the nozzle back to the soldier's face.

"Steady!"

Rixas' command fell on deaf ears. The sound of flame igniting liquid could be heard for a brief moment before the fire left the nozzle and enveloped Rixas in an instant. An instinctive, protective shell of the Force wrapped Rixas' frame almost immediately after his skin felt flame. A few seconds later, after he'd gathered his bearings, he sprinted- rushing towards the Turned soldier. Lifting a forearm to shade the light of the flame from his eyes, he closed the distance until he finally reached him. Concentrating the energy used to shield himself he instead redirected it into his charge, slamming his shoulder into the soldier's chest and releasing a violent burst of the Force along with it. The tanks covering the soldier's torso ignited and consumed the man in fire as he was launched several dozen meters back, the impact of the blow destroying his internal organs, resulting in the man's death even before he hit the ground.

2 birds 1 stone.

However unfortunate it is that a fellow soldier had to die, it would ultimately be one less body to gather and burn at the end of this endeavor. Rixas closed his fists and lightly flexed, feeling the burning sensation of his most recent encounter all across his skin. Although no physical burns would manifest, the pain was all the same. Straightening himself, he looked down the corridor to see the rest of his party beginning an onslaught for the incoming horde. Pulling two revolver Chaavla pistols from his waist, Rixas gripped them in hand, fingers on the triggers as he ran towards them to help in weathering the storm that settled upon them.

[member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"], [member="Hadashah Vi'dreya"], [member="Gerwald Lechner"], [member="S.Y.N."]

 

[Nine Lives]

The Mother of all Psy-Pires fixed an unfeeling, glowing gaze on [member="Kurenai Yumi"]. Though she did not react outwardly, something about those facial features looked unpleasantly familiar. Nine's head seemed to subtly twitch in a manner that called to mind a bird.

"Yes. Very strong. Very strong indeed." Nine's contralto called out, taking note of the fact she said she healed remarkably fast. Strong looking too. She saw where the wounds used to be. Vampire. She new the type. She'd hunted enough of them. Of people she wasn't so dissimilar to anymore.

She dismissed it. She was in the same boat, and she was serious about keeping her self-promise not to attack Confederacy aligned Vampires. But that face...

Before she could come to any suspicions about why that, a somewhat shorter woman with a much more...energetic and slightly sarcastic persuasion spoke. One of their number was still missing.

Pessimistic, yet morbidly curious as to whether or not they would find the poor soul, Nine decided to make herself useful and followed Scherezade, gliding noiselessly behind her, movements twitchy like a bird. She had made no announcement of intent as she followed behind, watching her pull out a gun and point it at the injured man.

The first Psy-Pire listened as she heard the woman say she would kill him if he was infected. She stared at the man feeling his fear. It was the fear of a man who felt the shadow of death close by. There was no question he was infected. He had hours perhaps. Maybe less.

Great. Another disease she could not cure...

Unless...

No. NO. Nine thought with revulsion and disgust at herself for even considering it. It was risky. Too risky. Her 'solution' was worse than a bullet.

He's infected already, a part of her considered. He's turning as is. Screwed either way. There was no guarantee they could get him treated. And of all the people her (which was a term she applied very loosely when it came to describing and categorizing herself) she was maybe the only one who might have a shot at changing the outcome. But she risked trading one disease for another if she was wrong. If worse came to worse, she might have to actually just straight up infect him with her own disease, which was a special sort of torment.

Gliding past [member="Scherezade deWinter"], she decided she could at least say she tried.

"I have an idea." the deep voiced woman said, kneeling down to check on @Riggs. "I don't think he will like it."

She turned to Riggs. "My blood has a high resistance to disease. High enough to resist whatever filth is destroying you from within. I've not yet met a local disease my blood could not beat. But there are...risks."

"I think an extremely limited quantity of blood from me transfused into him might be able to kill the infection where it stands. But...we must be careful...there are terrible, terrible risks to my suggestion. The disease you risk contracting from me...take my word for it...you don't want what I got. A small amount of my blood might at least hold it back, long enough to get you a real vaccine. But then again I don't know what counts as small in this context..."

Shrieks and snarls made the Psy-Pire jump up. She spotted a swarm of what looked to be dried, dessicated corpses charging.

Nine's blade came out in a swift motion, she seemed to slide forward at high speed, the shambling things snarling as her sword cleaved through them in a glittering slice due to the faint light off the blade, slicing through near rotten flesh and viscera cleaving through two, Force Jumping over five of them and slicing through them from behind.

More snarls and near dead things leapt from the windows saw Scherezade and charged mindlessly, hissing and slashing with abandon through the air as they charged.

But it got worse. Just as Nine cleaved through another three, she paled under her hood as she saw literally dozens bursting out through soft rubble, broken doors, windows. Some even mindlessly leapt out from higher buildings just to crash and hit the ground.

Nine knew when to fold and flee. Perhaps it was because one form of pestilence recognized a superior form of it, she mused cynically. Oh well, at least she could cut through them easily, for all that could help.

"Run!" she yelled, going into full retreat as the dozens of creatures kept coming from behind her.

Desperate to buy the woman and man they had found some time she wheeled around, focusing hard to try and make her weak connection to the spell do as she wanted. Her hand outstretched just as they got within thirty meters. She pointed at the ground ten meters ahead of her.

"Mother Nature, draw the world to where I--"

A snarling creature hiding under debris rushed and tackled her, costing her precious seconds as she struggled to get the insane little beast off her, its jaws just snapping mindlessly for her face, but just barely out of reach. A snarl of rage from Nine and Hundred Handed Giant went through its diseased face. Pestilence! A filthy, vile pestilence! She hoped whoever had made this disease got what was coming to them. She hoped it had been painful.

Snarling, her hood fell back as she rose, revealing the beautiful face and obsidian eyes producing that central purple glow. Her face was twisted with fury and frustration as she ran towards the others.

"Run! Warn the others! GET OFF THE STREETS!" she shouted, as shrieks and snarls began to sound constantly through the area though the monsters were still directly coming from behind Nine as she ran. At least the ones she could see. Who knows what was going on elsewhere?

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Dark Zone Crash Site - Headed toward the larger group
Wearing: This

Srina could not hear the initial response from [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"]. Her communications were shot, it seemed, and even the ridiculously expensive AI they’d employed in their quarantine gear seemed incapable of repairing it. Her head swam and when it began to feel like bones in her head were sliding forward she almost got sick. Thankfully, considering she was in a completely sealed set of light armor, she managed to keep the lunch she hadn’t eaten down.

Silence greeted her calls. There was no one near enough to hear through voice alone. Or, no one left alive.

She could hear her own breathing echoing in the confines of her helmet and was tempted to use Force Drain to regain her strength. But, the nature of the plague left her entirely hesitant. It wasn’t like Dragonflower. She’d been conscious enough, through pain, and agony not to drain the life from her beloved sibling… But did she have the focus here? Could she do it without draining a survivor of the crash? Or a survivor of the plague? Srina did not know. Normally, she would have reached out to the CIS mentally, but even that…It felt difficult. Just outside of her reach.

Momentarily, she thought she heard someone, a voice she had heard before. [member="Kurenai Yumi"]? She couldn’t make out the words through the static over her comms, but, it seemed right. Srina leaned against a broken portion of the ship for a moment, breathing through the pain in her side, and trying very, very hard not to let blackness consume her. She was so tired. All she wanted to do was sleep.

A sudden shuffling of feet caught her attention. Srina looked up, a little bleary, and recognized the uniform that those in her section on the dropship had been wearing. Her shoulders became less tense as she registered a sense of relief in knowing that someone else had survived. The longer she was able to rest and recoup the more her abilities seemed to flicker back to life. Distantly, she could feel others that she knew, and some that she didn’t. But…It wasn’t enough. “Are you hurt?”, she questioned the Knight that made his way toward her. He said nothing, but, his gait was all wrong. Silver eyes noted that his ankle was broken, twisted, and mangled in a way she could not imagine walking on.

He felt all wrong. Very, very wrong.

“Obsidian? What is your status?”

‘Lady Talon—‘

“Not now, Navi.”

‘Lady Talon—‘

“I said not now!”

‘That Knight is not alive.’

Srina tensed at the female voice, regardless the fact that the information was delivered in a detached, disinterested fashion. She stepped back when the Knight launched himself at her with a scream that pierced her ears and chilled her heart. He fell, because of his ankle, but he kept trying to scramble toward her. She couldn’t see his face behind the helmet, but, she didn’t want to. He was squirming and screaming in such a way that made her want to get away, quickly, and without a moments delay. There had been reports of the infected growing hostile…But this? “Navi? Are you sure? Could the virus be masking his vital signs?”

She knew the answer as she asked the question. The Apprentice could not feel this husk of a man within the Force. It was an aberration.

‘He is gone Lady Talon. Brain damage is extreme in the neocortex. He, more accurately, it, has no high-order brain functions left to speak of. Motor skills are average to poor depending on the level of decomposition. Cognition is non-existent. Muscle tissue has curiously strengthened. The hypothalamus is… Active… Beware, Lady. They will all be hungry. Desperately, hungry.’

The Sith Apprentice swallowed hard. She didn’t quite understand everything the AI was relaying to her. However, this disease reminded her of Mirial, and the plague that had ravaged the once quiet world. She remembered the experiment with the Mandragora to repair one of the infected. To this day, she believed that there was only one response for someone that was that far gone, and when her hand found her lightsaber she did not hesitate.

She stood, hiding a wince, and her brilliantly white lightsaber blade erupted with a familiar sound. Silently, Srina expressed regret for who the Obsidan had been, but with a flick of her wrist her blade swept down and tore through the neck of the deceased. Once the spinal cord was severed the body stopped moving, stopped thrashing, and the cauterized flesh spared her the sight of rotting innards.

Her suit, thankfully, spared her from the smell.

“Our intelligence was lacking, Navi. This is not what we anticipated.”, she murmured to the AI, feeling another injection course through her spine, providing assistance with pain, and also to stymie internal bleeding.

‘Parts of the dropship are located ahead. Due north... Lifeforms, also present.’

Srina nodded her head and her face swept into silence. This place was a tomb. She couldn’t help but feel as if they’d made a mistake. This virus had no cure, could not be contained, and the path of infection seemed to be systemic. Even completely sealed in a suit she had to wonder if it was truly safe to leave. Samples, could leave the planet to a secure space station where they could be analyzed, but it could not, under any circumstances be allowed to leave.

“If anyone can hear me, beware. The dead that have been infected are not defeated. They can still fight. Slow, but strong. It is Mirial.”

With that, she began to head toward the others, unknowingly on the way to [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"], [member="Nine Lives"], and [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. Distantly, she felt the flicker of her Master. His proximity was close. Too close, for him to have remained in orbit, as they had discussed. Was [member="Darth Metus"] here? Had he truly decided to come to this hell? For his sake, Srina hoped what she felt through their bond was wrong.

Up ahead, she could hear more shieking, more screaming. All of it inhuman.

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Dearest sister, you smelleth mightly."

Nysana was not on this dreaded world, no, rather she was above in the Celestial Duchess. She sat in her chambers as loyal members of House Talon worked to override the suit's internal systems.

"Does mother know that you weareth her drapes?"

The woman had wanted to check in on her sister and keep the woman's wits about her.

"Shall I go forth and fetch the Royal Eshan Bath? I trust you know what a bath is my dear."

She informed her house that this was of the utmost importance, and she cared not for whatever dire situation her sister was in. Although she did also instruct members of House Talon to reach other members of the Confederacy so that they might know that Srina was alive and well. Of course, finally having had some time to recover and be herself she sought to do the only thing she knew to do annoy her sister.

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

Location: Streets of the Walled City
Goal: Search and Destroy Hostile Infected

BNI-9000 held on to the small hand of her counterpart as they walked the streets of the Walled City. They had accompanied [member="Srina Talon"] on the venture to the surface of Melida. Leo, stubbornly, called it Daan. They had argued for most of the trip as to what they ought to call it but neither had come to any sort of solution. At the very least, when the ship went down, they were together. A little scuffed up but otherwise unharmed. “I don’t sense anything, Nine-One.”

“Neither do I Bella. Keep looking. Until we can communicate with the Mistress we can always patch into the Vicelord.”, BNI-9001 responded to his counterpart, uncertain, what had happened to the rest of Exterminatus. Some had come with them on the initial dropship while others, verified from the comm relay, had come later. “He is on the surface now.”

“Mistress Talon will not be pleased.”, Bella responded, small legs shuffling back and forth, while silver tipped ears twisted this way and that. Every now and then she could hear a scream and she registered the decibels carefully to judge the distance. They were getting closer to the source. Though, there seemed to be many, versus just one. In her free hand she held a blue glowrod that she used to both light their way and as an offensive weapon. It didn’t look like much, but, she trained with her red-hued partner all the time.

Looks could very often be deceiving.

“If she lives.”

Bella did not respond to Leo. He was always more cynical than she was. A quiet ping went through her systems, as if by magic, and her singular blue photoreceptor lit up. Simulated joy. “She does. The Celestial Duchess just reported in.”

Leo did not respond, but instead, focused on their surroundings, and the things that moved in the shadows. A human-shaped being started moving toward them, moving at a decent clip, with the shrill sound that escaped it causing his elongated ears to ring. He pulled BNI-9000 behind him and the cannon behind his crimson eye began to charge. Within a few feet, he fired, and blew a hole the size of a bowling ball through the organic creature’s chest.

It stumbled and fell down in front of them. Yet, it did not seem to be dead. It still moved. Despite signs of life being entirely minimal. Nonexistent.

Bella peeked out from behind his shoulder and approached it. Interesting. She took her blue glowrod and jammed it through the rotting eye of the walking corpse. A little bit of exertion let her push it as far as it would go, and all at once, the body stopped moving. The small bunny-droid frowned.

“Damage to the brain ceases function. Can withstand mortal wounds. Transmitting data.”

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[member="S.Y.N."] | [member="BX-72967"] | [member="WD-334"] | [member="G3M1N1"] | [member="Vulture 21"]

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Location: Leaving The Crash Site

On Route To: [member="Srina Talon"]

Equipment: Vibrosword, Re-breather, Short-wave transmitter, several rolls of bandages, clothes on his back.



The shrieking was both unnerving, and annoying. He was beginning to think he liked the city better when it had appeared to be completely empty. Noatyr picked up his pace a little more, his grip tightening on the hilt of his weapon.

He could sense a presence drawing nearer, and he could only assume it was the woman he was hunting for. Hopefully anyways.

The ship wasn't very large, but it had crashed it's way through two buildings, and he could assume that [member="Srina Talon"] was nearby. His nerves were on end. The shrieking was getting louder, and he was starting to see small hints of movement to his left. At first he thought his nerves were just shot and he was seeing things, but when he turned his head fully to reassure himself, he saw something pass through one of the alleyways, just a glimpse, but enough to let him know that he was definitely not alone anymore.

​''As if things weren't bad enough...''​ His eyes darted around wearily, and his hand unconsciously began to draw the Vibrosword.

He kept his eyes moving, never on one particular spot, and he kept his pace at a swift jog. He didn't want to risk reopening his wound just yet, or tiring himself out before any encounters. He was smart like that, but his chances of holding his own in a fight was anyone's guess.

He allowed his thoughts to wander a bit, to ease his troubled mind from the ambience and the ever present threats surrounding him. All of the faces that he had yet to meet, gone, but at least he had gotten a chance to meet the one's he had encountered so far. That he considered a blessing. As long as they all had comrades, they were sure to make it through, at least until help arrived. Eventually.

As his feet took him farther from the Crash Site, he spotted a figure in the distance, just down the street. They were a good ten minutes from him, but he felt relieved. The presence had gotten stronger, so it seemed he had found his target.

​''Finally. And they seem to be headed straight for me, perfect, saves me the extra walk.''​ He joked mentally.

He slowed down, moving to the side of the street, afraid that if he continued to approach headlong that he might be shot. Even in times as these, he was always worried others would get the wrong idea and try and blast his stupid head off.

His pace slowed a bit, and that's when he made his mistake. Noatyr would have been fine for a bit longer if he hadn't moved off to the side and slowed down, due to the presence that had been lurking within the alleyway near him, it was a life threatening one.

Out of the dark of the alley he was beginning to pass by, a clawed hand lunged out, aimed to grab hold of the ginger haired mercenary and rip him limb from limb, with a shriek that would have made even a Rancor turn tail and run.

Reacting in a split second, Noatyr leapt backwards, his movement moving him out of harms path, but the respite was only momentary, when the hand's owner came tearing out of the alleyway, shrieking once again.

​''About time!'' ​He almost sounded happy.

As the creature lunged at him once more, he took the opportunity to use the clumsy movement to his full advantage, ducking underneath the attack, and without a single second of hesitation, took the attackers head clean off with one swing of his Vibrosword. It's head fell to the ground with a low thud, and rolled a few feet away, while the body stood stock still for a moment, before collapsing into a heap.

''Heh, mrrgh..'' ​He clutched his side, feeling a sting of pain from where he had bandaged his wound. It didn't feel like it had reopened, but if he started seeing blood oozing from his side he'd probably have to reapply his bandages. He took the moment to take a closer look at the thing that he had just dispatched.

It looked to be human, or least, had been.​

The corpse was covered in wounds, and it's skin was the color of puss. The smell wasn't much better, and Noatyr was forced to turn away. It smelled horrible, worse then Bantha, and those hairy creatures could smell terrible at times.

​''Guess that's the work of the virus...gah...that's vile... hopefully they don't move much faster then that...guh...''​ His complaining and little inspection done with, he moved off the side of the street a bit, his eyes focusing on every spot a shriek would emanate from.

Taking a moment to check a transmission, he looked up ahead, while mumbling: ''Guess the dead don't wanna say goodbye just yet...'' ​

 

[STaCLO]

Sensing Foreign Contaminates

That was what SYN's hud displayed behind his red eyes. He was standing in the middle of the road next to a dim looking ally way. Just as he looked down it he got a transmission from [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"] about infected individuals. However, from the looks of things, there seemed to be a high concentration of the infection in the ally. The droid was unable to tell exactly what kind of disease they were dealing with here.

Walking down the ally it was dark, the shadows of the surrounding building cloaked the path. The heavy clouds making it even more noticeable. As SYN made his way through. He stumbled across something quite horrific. It was a line of dead bodies lining one of the walls. But the bodies seemed abnormal. They were burnt. But that wasn't it. On further examination it looked as if the bodies were were in a slightly grotesque condition. There was reptilian like flesh on them. Not only that, but they seemed to be injured by blaster bolts as well. Looking up at the wall they lay up against his idea seemed to have some realistic value. Not only was the wall scorched from a fire. But one could see darker dots polka dotting the wall. Blaster bolts could be the only realistic explanations.

Looking to the side, the droid saw yet another body. Walking up to check it out SYN was surprised. The body wasn't brunt like the others. It was shot. Not only that, but it looked much more grotesque then the others. Like half of their body was mutated. What seemed even more concerning was that the mutations looked to be as if the victim was turning into a Rakghoul.

Here's what SYN believed took place. Infected individuals were gathered up here. Then were quickly executed. After which their bodies were burned. Not the other dead body seemed like it was more fresh. With less snow covering it. Do to fear of the group turning into these sort of Quasi-Rakghouls, they preemptively killed them off. Perhaps the infected that survived the initial symptoms would later mutate into a more deadly, and hostile form. Whatever this disease was, it was certainly dire.

[member="Darth Rixas"]
[member=Hadahsha Vi'dreya]
[member=Anastasia Vi'dreya]
[member=Gerwald Lechner]
[member=Darth Metus]

 

[Riggs]

The young woman [member="Scherezade deWinter"], or was it girl, approached. Upon seeing his injury the pistol rose aiming at his head. Her quick response and action made him think, momentarily, that perhaps she was Mandalorian. Or a sociopath. Either way he kept his hands clearly visible and I don't threatening. But he was far from doing nothing. Some wreckage from behind her rose into the air and began to move just above the youth, rebar strewn wreckage poised above.

But then another woman, [member="Nine Lives"], entered the scene and offered a curious assistance through the use of her blood. But before he could respond a shuffling group of dead creatures neared which tore her attention away. Still staring at the Deawinter youth he spoke calmly.

"You can either try to kill me or we can work together to get out of here."

His eyes flickered above her to draw her attention. But then as the tall woman no with the katana shuted out, he used the force and flung the debris at the coming horde. Rising to his feet he motioned the opposite direction.

"We should go."

Moving back to where they had come from, toward the rest of the ship, he felt slightly better as his wound coagulated. But a smell of decay assaulted his nostrils emanating from his wound. His mouth seemed to dry, skin feeling feverish. And he was beginning to get hungry despite the calamity of the situation.

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Objective: Aquire various blood samples per sickness stage WTF?!
Gear and personell: ...just lost my ride and 36 Castan Marines.... WHY ME?!!!
Enviro suit: EVS-1
Post: 2


She came too...feeling like the weight of the world was upon her.

"Huff..." No, it was one of her Castan marines who was sprawled over her.
"Frak...what the?..
Git...get..get off me!..." She struggled underneath the man, trying to regain her breath and whereabouts. She had been in the outskirt of the blast zone, but her marine had not. He had taken the full percussion of the blast that incurred when her transport and whatever other craft crashed into it exploded.
She didn't know it yet, but the man on top of her had actually saved her life...only that he paid for it with his own.

"K...come on!... get off of....uhmf....me-" She soon realized the man wasn't going to get off her...he was just dead weight on top of her. And she had trouble pushing her body from under him.

"Oh frak me..." She took a second to catch her breath.... Her enviro-suit still seemed to be purifying the air..she could feel the light air stream around her neck, that acted as a means of cooling her and preventing her helmet from fogging up.

Karlie took a deep breath and struggled to slither from under the man. It was then as the dust and smoke seemed to shift that she could see her other comrades sprawled around her...none moving. her breathing started to increase...hyperventilation started to creep in as her andrenalin apparently started to take it's course.
"Oh no..." She gasped in despair, for Karlie realized she was on the verge, or in a stage of an actual panic. Her breathing was becoming to laborious and she knew it...only she didn't seem to have control of it.

"Easy...easy Karlie...take a minute...close your eyes....home. Think of home..." She went through her exercise as trained....even enabling to increase the air circulation in her suit.

A minute...maybe quite more passed by before she opened her eyes. It was much brighter. The situation still hadn't changed..only the smoke and dust had somewhat cleared. Cleared enough for her to make out a ton of bodies, debris and ship parts littering the area. A few larger sections still smoking and burning. But what arsenal her transport had brought had been spent.

"Hummmmf..." Karlie tried again to get herself from underneath the limp body of the marine, but something was preventing her from sliding. Her sample pack, she finally realized.
Finding the release clasp, it unstrapped and she managed to pull it from underneath her and to the side.

"Frack...." Karlie sighed with some relief, getting that pack kit from under her.
It wasn't so bad now and she could move. She finally managed to get her torso from underneath the man. Normally she would have had less trouble doing it, but the percussion from the explosions had pretty much kicked her butt, despite the brute of the force was dampened by the very marine.
Karlie backed away from the man, on her butt before turning around on all fours to try and get up. It was then she felt like a mach-speeder had slammed into her. Still, she managed to crawl a few feet to the exit wall and propped her back against it. She still needed to catch wind.

In doing so, she currently had a better view of the situation. The arena was littered with bodies...body parts and debris. A quick check on her suit revealed it was still sealed and operational. Another check on her side arm revealed...it was gone!
She scanned the area she had been knocked down and couldn't make it out. But the marine still had his. She made a mental note in relieving it from him, if and when she got up. But get up to do what? Her transport along with everyone-
Wait. She picked up some movement from one of the other marines??
No...it was one of her science associates.

"Hey......." Her voice transmitting was low.
"ahem...HEY!" she shouted through her comm.

"You!...
.Hey...I'm over here.." She half raised her hand to get the other person's attention. And she did.
"Oh poodooztu..." Karlie despaired, seeing the rip in the woman's enviro-suit as the woman managed to get up on her knees.

"Janis...
...Janis....over here..." Karlie gestured feebly for the woman to come to her, for she was way too battered to move again. Karlie could swear her own body was going through rigor mortis, as she now started aching all over to even try at the moment to go over to her comrade.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Post: 1​

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Er'in had briefly considered simply raising the dead and wiping the city clean. It would be a... neat solution to the problem.

For once, someone had been forced to tell her that it was a bad idea. Or at least a deeply immoral one, even by her standards.

Now she stood, faceless and armoured next to Metus - she really rather was enjoying this false Jedi Lord nonsense, perhaps she could get him to grant her some land?

The Plague was upon them, which meant it was time for carnage. Er'in was, by the standards of Sith, a bookish sort - but something very bad had happened to her on Hapes, and it showed.

A dual snap-hiss announced the activation of her lightsaber and - now - her new light-shield, an experiment to go with her duelling style to make it more practical in mass conflict.

As the plague rushed over her she came alive - every motion precise, every placement of shield or saber thought out one step in advance, more like a dance than mad melee among the infected monsters that once inhabited the city. Perhaps they could indeed be saved - she had no concern for their lives. Her only present concern was for her own and for the glorious and precise violence she unleashed upon them.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: 1 (Try not to get eaten)
Not Dead People: [member="Riggs"]
Post: 4

Kurenai had shaken a head at [member="Scherezade deWinter"], having been thrown out of her transport upon landing said drop ship now being a rather mangled mess, no force signature coming from the steel coffin. It was unfortunate, but they had bigger problems to deal with, and herself a sort of possible issue with the new woman that had greeted the group.

The more she looked at [member="Nine Lives"] the more and uneasy feeling washed over Kurenai, not so much fear but more worry, like at any given moment the woman would become hostile. Perhaps it was a good thing she had departed for the time being to help [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] in his search for Lady Talon, but that lingering feeling from the tall Atrisian woman would never go away.

Even with the sudden new threat that came over the ground, inhuman shrieks resonated through the streets as ghastly undead began to spill out of the dark crevices that littered the ruined city. Some how they had gotten to Nine and deWinter's first, but if her view on the woman was correct they could handle themselves, her priority was making sure the ginger hair boy did not die and recover [member="Srina Talon"] in the process, judging from her message the woman was quite injured.

Drawing her side arm the veteran mercenary quickly put three rounds into the ghoul that had attacked Noatyr, blood orange blade in hand and ready to burn anything else that came within arms reach. "You doing okay boy? that bleeding chest of yours is probably not doing you any favors, I am not sure if these beast eat people but it could be an assumption that they can smell your blood", after all she could with ease. In the distance she could hear the Atrisian woman yell for the others to run, seeming to be overwhelmed, the time frame to rescue Talon getting small and smaller.

"Quicken your pace child, we need to get Talon-sama and make haste for high ground, then we should take care of that wound okay", no waiting for a reply Kurenai dashed off towards the staggering woman in the distance, the white hair and force signature being easy to identify. For the moment the undead where distracted but Nine, but still some came after Kurenai and the ginger haird boy, herself having to turn around every so often to nail on in the head before making it to the Echani Vicroy. "Talon-sama, are you alright? your message was quite broken, but at least you can walk", she stated upon getting within arms reach, "We have to clear the streets now otherwise suffer from being over ridden, can you force jump or do you need to be carried"?

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Location: Leaving The Crash Site

At his back while not eating him: [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Srina Talon"]

Equipment: Vibrosword, Re-breather, Short-wave transmitter, several rolls of bandages, clothes on his back.


''Great timing, it was already dead...'' ​He muttered in annoyance, due to the ghoul being decapitated before the shots had been fired.

She was right about one thing though, he'd have to give himself a proper bandaging at some point, due to the chances of the infected being able to smell blood raising the stakes, making the wounded primary targets. Oh well, more fun for him.

''Young or not, least you could do is call me by my damn name...''​ Although under normal circumstances he would have been happy to have assistance, the constant reminder of his age and the factor that she was treating him like he couldn't handle himself was beginning to tick him off, he had enough years of being a mercenary under his belt that he wasn't some newbie who couldn't handle himself.

He dashed after her, gritting his teeth under his mask, bearing with him any hint of pain and annoyance. He ignored it the best he could, there would be time to groan about it later. He remained silent up until they ran straight into [member="Srina Talon"].

''Mostly we're just glad to see you're still in one piece.''​ He added onto Yumi's greeting, before adding: ​''Either one works at this point, but make up your mind quickly, being down here for long won't be pleasant when the infected begin swarming the area.''​ His tone was smooth and calm, and any nerves had already fizzled out. Once the threat had been encountered, and dealt with at least once, the fear melted away. Now the survival instincts took over.

His wounds felt lighter, and he felt a boost course through his body. He almost felt like the force itself was giving him an extra hand. Maybe those blessed/cursed with the force were favored by...something. He'd think about it later.

​''I can't jump like these two can, but if things are bad, I can move fast enough that I might as well be using the force to jump.''​ He thought, while grinning bitterly through the re-breather.

​''If you're not well enough to jump, allow me the pleasure of carrying you, I'd feel bad if I let her carry you, sides, she'd provide better cover fire.'' ​Noatyr knew he looked like a stick not able to carry a large crate without trouble, adding on the fact that he was wounded, but he meant every word, and he had few doubts about what he could and couldn't do, and what he could do was take a route to complex and filled with jumping that would leave almost anything in the dust., as well as still being able to carry the woman without problem.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Crash site
Wearing: Boots, Cape,
Wielding: 12 Czerka Knives, 5 Glitter Bullets
Objective: Do we need to kill Riggs?
Tags: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] [member="Riggs"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Nine Lives"]
Post: 4

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That was pretty much all she'd needed. If someone was willing to help [member="Riggs"], it meant he was infected. Scherezade was also really ready to put a slug between his eyes, but [member="Nine Lives"] interfered. Scherezade usually didn't have an issue with causing senseless collateral damage when she took her kills, but the woman was too interesting for her to be willing to try to kill her without an actual reason.

Her suspicion proved true when the woman offered to use her blood to help heal him. Now Scherezade wanted a vial of that blood as well. She made a mental note to kindly ask if she could have one if they all somehow managed to survive this stupid planet that had no enemy that she could shoot, stab, or kill in order to-

Nope. Careful what you wish for.

Scherezade shot a single Glitter Bullet into the brains of the first corpse she saw. The bullet bit through and exploded into a shower of pink glitter, and not meeting any armor resistance, began to eat through the flesh and cloth. It was cool. It was far from enough.

"Don't let the glitter touch you!" she screamed as the rest of the merry party got into position. Some killed a few of the corpses. And then came the order - run.

Well. Various things happened, and they all ended with everyone around them running.

Scherezade's knives slid from underneath her clothes, all twelve of them, and her arms began to move, guiding the knives through the air in their pointy end dance. She sent them back, slamming into every corpse that she could see every time she turned around to check. She knew she could both sense for them with the Force and do her Dance of Knives, but doing so at the same time would sap her energies too quickly. She had to stay alert. She had to stay useful.

[member="Srina Talon"] came into view them. Scherezade grinned.

Run with us. This is worse than Monastery, she sent directly into her minds as she called her knives back. Most of them were coated in ichor and whatever else was coming from the corpses and she was wary about bringing them back under her clothes, opting to keep them floating with her instead. At [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] she nodded, he was already on the move.

Her mind reeled. They would not be able to move forever. Half of them were wounded. Some of them were bleeding. And the corpses behind them were gaining in numbers.

"Anyone got something on them that we can make a huge explosion with?"


(OOC: I got seriously confused with all the posts and things happening at the same time, if I got something wrong and need to edit please pm/Discord me)

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Objective: Got to pee for one thing...
Gear and personnel: I think it's just me now, and an NCP team member (poor girl). Had like 40 marines a minute ago...
Enviro suit: EVS-1
Post: 3




"Uhm....it's not too bad." She looked over the tear in the girl's enviro suit.

"I think we can patch it up..." Karlie fumbled with the tear, seeing if it was just that, or parts of it were missing. It was intact, but if there were any airborne regents or pathogens in the air...

"Sigh...maybe some medical tape....tissue adhesive... I don't know..." It were hard to keep focus for their entire crew and ship had just all gone South not a few minutes ago. Karlie kept looking over all the debris and bodies. She still couldn't believe how it all went down....a freakin accident.
A freakin accident...
It kept replaying in her head over and over again, as she rummaged through one of the dead marine's field pack. They all carried first aid respond kits. And she found what she was after...medical tape and some adhesive. The type of bonding agent that was designed to use as emergency sutures. Well, it worked damn well on human tissue, it should bond the enviro suit's-

"Freakin fodder!..." It didn't bond fabric. Karlie tossed it aside in frustration. "Frack!"
She then pulled out a strip of adhesive medical tape and started patching up the girl's tear. The tape worked, as it was made to stick to bandages and such.
"There...I think it's sealed up." She ran her fingers over the patch job making sure it all stuck together.
"What's your pressure reading now?" Karlie asked of the suit's built in diagnostics.
It was back to normal, filtering the air...

There was a bit of relief for a moment. But the reality of it was all around them. Everyone was dead.

"Huh?..." something caight her eye.
" Oh my God!" Karlie did her best to scramble to her feet and go over to a marine who had just started to show sign's of life. It was one of the 4 that had been with them as they had headed toward the arena's exit.

"Hey...Corporal..." His name patch was all covered in dirt and she lightly scuffed it off.
" Lance... Corporal Lance, can you hear me?" She was kneeling beside him, checking his suit. It was military grade...a chemical suit and it didn't seem to have sustained any damage at all. The man had been knocked unconscious and was apparently coming through.

"It's Agent Lynn..." She said, responding to his curious look at her as he was regaining his bearings.

"The ship..." he began...
"What happened?....my men..."

"Some freakin moron crashed landed on our transport...I....I think everyone's dead...gulp....I thought you were dead...Oh Lord.." Karlie nearly lost it at that moment, before she gave another look around. maybe there were more survivors...it was possible.

"Janis!..." She shouted, not realizing the woman was behind her.
"Oh... Janis...here, you stay with lance. I'm going to go see on...on some others..." Karlie patted the marine on his chest and got up to see about the other bodies...

A half hour later, she came back and plopped down on her knees, barely propping herself up with her hands on her thighs. She was near vomiting. Something she was trying hard not too. Especially in an enviro suit.
Janis and the marine had been waiting for her. There was still much smoke smothering about. And Karlie had been checking every debri and body in the arena..even those remains at ground zero for whatever reason.

"I checked around too. It's just us three." Lance stated, offering his hand down to Karlie for her to get up...
"Frakin fodder..." she could do nothing but curse at this time.
Looking up at him a moment before nodding, she give him her hand.

There was little to salvage...a side arm for her, as she still for the life of her couldn't locate the one she had. maybe next time after she'd inspect it, she'd strap it down. Mental note.

In all, they salvaged some side arms, and 2 repeater rifles with some med packs..which were condensed to their own, before heading out of the arena and out into the city center....

If one could still call it a city...

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Location: Quarantine Logistical Drop Zone​

Objective: Asses the situation on the ground and then execute a plan.​

Equipment: A single light saber (red Blade), One ancient suit of besker’gam devoid of technology (basic plate armor average protection. Also one stained and battle tattered red cape)​

Post: 1​

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The shaking did little to knocked Garith out of his blank stare. He just continued to look down into the palms of his hands. It had been seven hundred years. The pain of it was still fresh. He could remember this was the day of her birth. The first day he held her in his hands. Seven hundred years ago his first child was murdered. She was taken away and Garith had been left alone again.

Even though that pain was still fresh…Garith was not truly alone anymore. His race was gone, yes. His first born child was gone, yes. But now he had four children that were still living. Some of them had children of their own. Fear of loss was there playing upon his mind. The most recent attack on Alderaan was evidence of that. That was another day he could have lost another child.

No matter where he went. Time had not changed it. War had followed him, where ever he had gone.​

The transport touched ground and troops started to clamor out. Garith himself got up slowly and started to disembark. Walking down the durasteal ramp he looked around the drop zone. Back here was just a staging area to troops supplied.

Somewhere not too far away was the quarantined city. Garith just walked past the troops. He had no idea what their duties was nor did he care. He had no official position here. Nor would he act like he did.

He was curious if any other former members of the Free Worlds Coalition were here, or if Muad, his daughter Bella or if any of his other family members were here. The thought of one of them could be at the down crash site… A snarl rose upon the Elder Kashi’s lips. He was not in a good mood!

 

[Nine Lives]

Nine ran with the others, the shrieks of these undid things so close she knew she was keeping ahead of them by only so much. The chunks of debris that had smashed into a pile of the abominable creatures had barely given her some breathing room to think and react. Not that she wasn't greatful...she almost considered just continuing to run .

But they were close to catching up, frightfully close. Nine wheeled around, knowing what happened next was a bad idea, but she had to find someway to thin out the heard behind them.

Nine turned, Katana at her side as she gave a war cry and charged. Her Katana ripped through diseased flesh with ease, spilling rotten viscera as she allowed the Force into her body, carrying her forward at high speed into the mass of the snarling monstrosities, who momentarily had their attention on her, as her force enhanced body sprinted, her katana always moving always slicing. Some bodily latched onto her, but she was furious, furious at this whole situation, being in this muck, this filth, watching other comrades, even if she had only just barely met any of them about to be slaughtered.

As the beasts tried to dogpile the woman all her inner frustration, especially at being stuck as a form of pestilence herself, possibly forever, came out. Snarling as she pulled two of the creatures off her, noting how surprisingly strong they were, even as her free hand madly sliced at whichever other beast came near only added to her desire to destroy these creatures, seeing only herself reflected back as she stared.

She gave a spirit shout and threw the four that had covered her and tried to bite her through the robes off and carved into four more that rushed her, sword bursting through decaying skull. Screaming like the warrior in her demanded, that insane look on her face that of her father. He had the same look whenever he decapitated someone with his sword.

The beasts attacked her from all sides, swiping and pure hunger. Her Katana was manuevered around her as they came near, edge biting through brain. It was not elegant attacks from her sword either. Only thinking beings required that.

What these beasts needed was a machete. And that was what Nine gave them in essence. Hundred-Handed Giant's edge ate through spoiled veins and spent muscles, muck leaking out of every gash in flesh that the sword made. Nine punched on that grabbed her sword hand so hard the jaw on the beast broke...then fell off from decay altogether. Nine snarled, and kept hacking through the swarm surrounding her, then three bodily tackled her, biting her, and she spent the next fifteen seconds blindly scrambling and hacking away at the walking, shambing, snarling filth trying to tear off her skin with their bare hands. She screamed, kicking one off her as she felt diseased teeth bite her shoulder on the ground, swinging her katana like a cleaver in front of her but the beasts one and overwhelming advantage was that they had no sense of self preservation, relentless in their charge even as she struggled to her feet, blindly slicing off whatever was in reach, covered now in cuts on her face and arms, the bite mark on her shoulder having nearly pierced the skin. Lavender-colored blood seeped out of the cuts, her black metallic-like fangs bared at the hoarde of creatures as she managed to dash out through an opening in the thinned out hoarde, momentarily stymied by her efforts. In seconds however, they charged madly, most in that swarm seeming to be focused on her currently.

And then, a brief reprieve as some of the knives from the pouty looking woman who'd been about to put a bullet in that sick man slammed through some of the corpses charging her. She took the opportunity to run. Even with as many as she had personally killed she'd bought them forty seconds at most before that swarm would be back. And she could see, to her horror, still more coming from even farther behind. As she ran to catch up to the others, she heard [member="Scherezade deWinter"] ask if anybody had explosives. Nine never touched the stuff herself. It was a cowards weapon. That said. Cowardice was an entirely understandable response in this situation.

Rage and desperation made her try magic again and the knowledge she could not afford to fail, that she had to put a real dent in this pack chasing them now.

They were animals, Nine thought snarling in fury. She'd drive them away. Maybe.

Forcing herself to try and tap her limited command of magic, her hands flicked out, stiff with adrenaline, which she was shaking badly from as she watched the mindless wave of dying flesh and charge again.

"Mother Nature, a twist of flame speeds toward my foes."

A gout of twisting flames her height erupted from the ground and raced to the hoard. Snarls and mindless screaming erupted as they caught ablaze, the fire and already combustible nature of their flesh causing it to spread, causing momentary animal panic among the pile of beasts that was still running towards them, though the ones on fire seemed to have lost orientation and some were running mindlessly into other monsters, catching them on fire.

"Now would be a an excellent time for a plan!" Nine yelled as she finally caught up with the others. The monsters screamed as the fire began to eat more into their ranks. But it was not doing it quickly enough. Though some fell, completely on fire, the ultimate lack of self preservation meant they still just kept coming, though the fires on some legs were destroying their ability to run.

 

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

The disease had spread unchecked, the hordes of diseased falling into death, a death that would not let them rest in the grave. Slowly the multitude of corpses reanimated, a wave of snarling, slavering creatures with an insatiable hunger. The creatures craved the living. Whether it was a mere drive that was instilled because of their condition, or an innate desire to take from the living that had been denied them, it mattered little. They were damnation for those who yet drew breath.

[member="Skorvek"] was not with him this day, though he had wanted a sample for his own devious machinations. And though Nemesis knew the anubian but a little, he felt an affinity for the massive being of power and darkness. So he had come for a variety of reasons. One of which was the Confederacy, or more specifically, the being that wore the face that should have been Isley Verd.

He stood like a stature upon the rooftop, his eyes hidden behind the crimson shades carefully observing as the ship crashed and was ripped in twain. Using the force he withdrew his presence, cloaking himself for a time. He neither wished for conflict not confrontation at this time, though the calculations within his mind acknowledged that battle was always a possibility. One that he would avoid if possible. The time for battle was not yet time, the board still being maneuvered with chess pieces.

Around him, and along the roofs around the crashed site, were unmoving forms of the infected, resting almost in slumber. They had a purpose, but not yet. Turning he made his way to the ledge that over looked the alley between buildings and stepped off, his suit jacket billowing as he fell. Using the force to slow his descent he landed in a crouch before rising like a wraith in the shadows.

Slowly he moved to the mouth, his cane tapping in rhythm of his unsteady gait, the limp pronounced with each step. At the entrance he leaned against the wall, a slight grimace at the grime that could potentially stain his clothing, yet he cared little at the moment. As he watched two figures ran to pause near the entrance. One was easily recognized, one more offspring of the ViceLord. Riggs stank of decay, the light breeze wafting the scent toward him. Looking at the youth, [member="Scherezade deWinter"] he gave a slight nod as he slipped into her view.

"There is no cure child. He will turn, already he is. Then imagine the creature armored in beskar, coming for you and your allies. A nigh unstoppable force. Even now he turns."

Was it kindness that touched his words? Concern for the innocent participants engaged in the deadly game? Or was he merely using her as a pawn in his game against Metus?

[member="Nine Lives"] arrived in the scene, her katana stained with the blood of the undead. Eyes narrowed as he surveyed the tall woman with the blade. Slowly he motioned toward the end of the street with an inclination of his head.

"Tunnels of the rail system lead to the edge of town. To safety. Danger surely will be before you, and at your rear. But only two directions the enemy can come from. Perhaps that is a course of action worth taking. As for the infected, he does not have long, and there is no cure. Imagine and undead creature who in life had access to the force, weapons, and unbreakable beskar'gam. He's rabid, a Mandalorian that will turn in your midst."

Slowly he eased back into the alley as the horde began closing in their position intent set for the three in the open. They had little time, and decisions must be made.

 

[Riggs]

The shambling run sapped his strength and as they neared the mouth of the alley he felt his legs give out. Dropping to his hands he coughed violently, blood splattering the stones of the road. Yet it wasn't bright blood, but nearly black with thick clots that seemed as if it had come from a corpse. Raising his head he looked as the man spoke to [member="Scherezade deWinter"], his eyes blood shot as the capillaries in his eyes seemed to burst with his retching. A crimson trail leaked lown his face as he looked at the woman, seeing the flush of life that pulsed with her exertion. His lips pulled back baring blood stained teeth.

But the man's word still hit a cord in Riggs. He was a danger. Or perhaps he was the cure. Regardless he gripped the ground and stood defiantly. He would not be put down like a dog. And if she tried, he would rip her throat out with his own teeth. The bloodlust nearly overwhelmed him as [member="Nine Lives"] arrived , the infected closing in.

Snarling he took a step toward the youth who had dared to aim a pistol at his head.

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Objective: Way past a compromised mission objective......way....way past it.
Gear and personnel: Me, a Janis something-or-other and one lucky Marine survivor out of 40.
Enviro suit: EVS-1
Post: 4





"Hey!....Hello?!..." She amped up her voice enviro-suit's comm speaker, trying to draw the attention of the few locals that were wandering about...outside the arena's gates.

"Hello!-" Karlie started to shout again when her marine reached for her upheld waving hand, dropping it down.
"Hey what the-" She was about to object when he knuckled her helmet, then gesturing to keep her mouth shut.

"Who the hell you think you're handling?...I'm your superior, you nimrod!" She had no idea as to the marine's sudden insubordination. ..the nerve of him treating her as such.

"Quiet. You're compromising us again..." he had the nerve to say, as he raised his weapon at the folk Karlie had called over for assistance.

"You believe this guy?" Karlie turned to her other team mate Janis. Hell, Janis was witness to this marine's behavior and should bare as a good witness when Karlie was bringing his butt up for Court Marshall.

"GET BACK behind me!..." The marine poised his self to shot, but not till after he took to shove Karlie back. The other woman, Janis was already cowering behind the marine.

Pew Pew Pew....... he sent three blaster bolt into the torso of the man hastily running toward them.

"Are you frakin craz-" Karlie suddenly stopped, mouth agape not believing what she saw.

"What the frak?!" The man coming toward them only momentarily got jolted as pieces of his flesh spattered out of his exit woulds. But he was still coming...oddly doing so, but he hadn't dropped.

"No frakin way..."

WAY!... now run...7 oclock! NOW!" the marine shouted as he took another shot, this time dropping him as it was a head shot. But this ruckus had caught the attention of several other...folk?

He didn't have to tell them twice. Karlie and her science companion Janis took off in the most likely clear direction the marine had told them to run.

Pew ... pew.... pew..... pew........ pew............. pew...................... pew................................ pew...............

The sound of the blaster rifle got fainter and fainter as the two women ran, round one corner to the next. They weren't going in a straight line, but more so avoiding the few folk they ran into. And all of them seemed to have this disheveled look about them...or so Karlie came to assume. After all, why would normal folk just be wandering about aimlessly in the middle of the streets...with speeders sprawled all over the place...in shop windows, head to head collisions...even on top of some still struggling people. It was apparent these folk were besides themselves more than Karlie was.
Finally they rounded a corner with no people about and they stopped near totally out of breath. They needed a moment to breathe....to catch their breath.

"L...Lance... corporal Lance...pant, pant....come in...cough..cough...Lance...come in Lance..." Karlie struggled with her comm trying to reach her marine. At this point they were some distance away and with their ever changing direction there was no way to figure out which way they had come or where their marine was.

"Lance...come in Lance..." Karlie tried several times, occasionally looking around the corner.
"Where is that freakin jar-head?!" She more cried out than condemn her only marine. The folk that had tried running after them, but had lost them were wandering close again.

"Frak...I..pant, pant...I think this virus is some sort of reanimation type of pathogen..." She was still breathing hard, as they had run for quite a distance and in the enviro suits and gear.
"We're going to have to make another run for it...they're wandering over on this side... shoot...where is that freakin marine?" Karlie sounded desperate. She and her associate were in deep waters here.

"Frak...40 manines...just like that!" Karlie was now missing the men she most likely got killed in that accident. If only she wasn't so hot headed and allowed the marines to escort the science team like it had been planned. But Nooooo...she ordered them to remain with their ride. Only that some idiot had dropped from the sky and crashed his craft right on top of their transport, resulting in 39 marines, two pilots and 2 other science team scientist...DEAD.

...and all this was in their first hour of landing.