Dead in space

[Z19-20D]

In a space station there were many people a vector had been towed sometime later the men who searched it were sick people were scattered it seemed the ship had the blackwing virus and it was spreading the surviving crew activated lock down and ran to the hangar they all died Z19 was on the ship alkong with others later only a few people reamined
Places:Cantina,Secret lab,Rooms,Vendors,Trade center,Command center,Hutt room,Bounty hunter area,Bank
Only few survived they were scattered across the station the many people had to find a way out however all the areas were in lockdown so it was nearly inescapeable
Within hours after lockdown alot of people had been zombies

 

[Darth Armyss]

There were times where, as much as one may miss them, one wishes that the dead would just stay dead, and this...was one of those times.

Currently trapped in the Armory on board of Nova Station, Albrecht Tagge had arrived fairly recently, supposedly as a hired escort for the salvage crews that recovered the ancient Imperial-Class Star Destroyer Vector, a by now mythical vessel that had mysteriously disappeared under unknown circumstances about a year before the Battle of Yavin, over eight standard centuries ago. Only recently had the ship been found adrift in the Mid Rim of the Galaxy, surprisingly in a mostly-intact condition. The salvagers had stated that all systems were functional to one degree or another, although the reactor was in need of refueling, but that, at the same time, a rather grizzly scene was discovered aboard the abandoned Star Destroyer. A massive quantity of rotted biomass was discovered aboard the ship, believed to be the remnants of the crew, but it was unknown as to why this was.

From here, the Vector was to be towed to a salvage yard for scrapping, but Albrecht had other ideas - he had intended on hijacking the vessel, and had obtained a fairly large number of mercenaries to assist him that were currently en route, who would have formed a skeleton crew to pilot the hulk to a proper shipyard for a major overhaul, as a 'gift' for his master and the One Sith Navy.

Too bad things don't always go according to plan, he mused, for unbeknownst to anyone, the Vector contained a highly contagious virulent strain that not only resulted in a gruesome death for the infected, but brought them back to life as, for lack of a better term, zombies. Somehow, he was immune, but he wasn't sure how many others were. For all he knew, he was the last one left on this station, and he couldn't stay there forever, in the armory. Eventually, he would have to leave, or he would die of starvation...or the zombies would find out how to open the door. He could hear them, even now, wandering in the hallways outside as he leaned against the wall and thought the situation over, clutching a blaster carbine from the armory's weapon racks in his hands.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

The night had been good, Iris had managed to rent a room out from a space station, a real room, with a real bed! Unfortunately he didn't use the bed much, for he had stayed up drinking, as usual, but this time not in any bar, on his own, how he preferred it. He stayed up till the late hours of the night sipping his alcoholic beverages and watching gibberish on the TV. But, like always, good nights always had consequences.

Iris awoke to the sound of drums being smashed, however this noise wasn't external, it was internal. Another migraine. Opening his eyes the only sight Iris saw was a flashing red light from the panel by the door, causing his eyes to ache, Iris decided to burry his face into the pillow to avoid this annoyance that was obstructing his sleep.

Finally, after 10 minutes of moaning about the migraine Iris decided to get up. He clambered up, using the wall for balance, before long Iris was thinking straight, but he could of really used some food, food always helps. So he decided to drag himself to the door, heading for the Cantina. The glasteel panel that opened the door only vibrated when Iris hit his hand against it, the door didn't budge. Maybe it was jammed? "Ughhh I ain't got time for this!" Iris groaned, knowing he would have to be out of his room in less than 2 hours. Continuously Iris smacked the panel, gradually hitting harder and harder, without any success. The door panel still flashed red, Iris didn't notice the writing on it until now, it read 'Lockdown initiated' this wasn't good.

Any number of dire situations could cause a whole station lockdown, including raids and attacks.


[member="Z19-20D"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"Stand back."

Would ring out from the other side of the door that [member="Iris Tyrad"] remained trapped within. Without warning, the metallic door would begin to heat up, it's grey color quickly switching to orange as it's material heated, melting slowly as the bright crimson blade made itself apparently. The lightsaber would phase through the large door as if it were nothing, quickly carving a circle from the base up, the plasma turning the metal red hot. Lifting his arm, the young Sith pure blood's hand would aim directly at the carved out piece of metal, his mind reaching out to grasp around the force, manipulating it to his will. Drawing his arm backwards, the boy's force energy would wrap and attach to the door, quickly pulling it from the rest of the wall. An opening would now be created for the man, giving him a view of the teenager. He wore a large black cloak that draped over his body, however it's hood remained lowered, revealing his red skin and Sith features, like his strange chin. "We must move." He spoke, turning in a hurry.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Upon the space station now dubbed as SS-Quarantine, was the Sith Apprentice that believed he had everything. He had the credits to go wherever he wanted, he had the will, strength, and power to take what he wanted, and do as he pleased. He was even apprenticed to be a powerful Sith Lord that he knew wouldn't fail him, and he them. Ever since then his abilities within the Force just grew.

But now, it looked as if he didn't have everything, for the Sith Apprentice was incapable of exiting the Trade Centre sector of the station. There was a red light on within the main atrium to the Trade Centre, and he looked around the chamber, expanding his force sense in the general area around it in order to find any hostiles.

Looking at the side of the door, there were a list of commands when there was a red light. Stay in your chambers. Do- It said something about quarantines further down the line and he cringed, his teeth grinding upon each other. There were so many possibilities, so he walked towards one of the viewports to look out the window.

Only to see that there was a raiding pirate force outside of it. "This is ridiculous." He bit out, in obvious anger. Someone was going to pay for trying to raid this space station, and it wasn't going to be monetary.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

Watching the door being peeled of the wall was something Iris hadn't expected to see when he'd woke up over 20 minutes ago. Iris leaned his head down slightly peering through the gap in the wall towards his rescuer, a young red skinned, teenage boy. However this was no ordinary boy, he was equipped with a crimson red lightsaber, most likely Sith, and was wearing a sinister looking black cloak. How peculiar.

Before Iris had even got chance to thank this boy, he announced "We must move." And with that turned round in a hurry.

Although Iris still wanted some food, he thought that if something, or someone was attacking the station, he might as well stick with someone who looked like they knew what they were doing. He climbed through the hole and started a quick jog towards the boy, Iris ceased the jog when he was next to the boy. "Hold up," Iris began, speaking to the boy "where are we going? And why are we going there?"

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Walking down the dark corridor, Ballen-Ist would pause as he listend to [member="Iris Tyrad"]'s words, his head turning to face the older man. The bright, glowing red saber he held had not been released, it's presence humming loudly in the air. "They're here." He said, his gaze turning to face forward, down the hallway that was slighty ignited due to the red glow of the alarms. In the distance, clumsy footsteps and feral growls would be heard.

 

[Darth Armyss]

((OOC: Um...[member="Aeon Caedus"], Vector's the wrecked ship that brought the virus, not the space station. Specifically, it's this ship.))
As Albrecht waited in the darkened armory, he continued to hear the undead shambling around outside, apparently growing ever more restless. Something had caught their attention, but was it him or something else? Either way, he couldn't just stay in there, but now the door wouldn't even open for him because of the lockdown. He didn't yet possess a lightsaber, having only joined the One Sith very recently, so cutting it down wasn't an option. The only option, as he saw it, would be to blow it up. Fortunately, among other things in the armory were thermal detonators, which could easily blow the door down...and him too if he wasn't careful.

He kicked over some tables and arranged them into a sort of barricade to protect himself, then took shelter behind it as he thumbed the activation switch on the detonator.

Well...Fire in the hole..., he thought to himself as he tossed the explosive device over his shoulder towards the door, shut his eyes and covered his ears. Three seconds later, all hell broke loose when the detonator exploded, blowing away the door and catching quite a few of the undead in the blast, clearing the corridor in no time flat. Alarms began blaring loudly as an automatic fire suppression system activated, with Albrecht slipping on a breath mask to avoid inhaling the chemical fumes as he left his makeshift barricade, grabbed a satchel full of thermal detonators and slung several weapons over his shoulders before stepping out into the hallway.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The young Sith would not wait for [member="Iris Tyrad"] if the man decided to stop. Darting forward, the teenager would break into a sprint, quickly heading forward for the hallway that the undead were walking down. A large explosion would sound out, echoing through out the ship to the boy's very location. The undead would turn from their previous destination, scurring down the hall towards the armory. A large grin would form across the boy's face as he began to quietly stalk the large group of creatures, awaiting for his moment to strike. Eventually [member="Albrecht Tagge"] would be spotted ahead of the hord, the boy lifting his saber to signal his presence.

 

[Dax Odikai]

Dax never thought he'd ever regret going into a cantina.

Not twenty minutes ago, he had regained consciousness on the floor underneath a barstool. He must have passed out, and nobody bothered to move him. He had been working as a bodyguard for some smalltime traders, when they had stopped at Nova Station to refuel and refit, and naturally, Dax had found his way to a bar.

The place was deserted. Aside from a large amount of clutter, there was nothing, and nobody of note to be found. When he tried the door, it wouldn't open for him, not even when he primed the emergency button.

There was some kind of blinking red light near the ceiling, but no indication what it was supposed to indicate. No time to worry about that now, he had to find a way out of this place. Picking up a barstool, he proceeded to slam it with all his might into the door.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

A loud banging would be heard, opposite of the direction that the hord headed. The large group of undead citizens marched down the dimly lit corridor, heading for the armory still. The banging caused the zombies to split into a group of two, the ones at the back turning, seeing as they had noticed the sudden noise. Scowling at the beasts, the young boy would turn, darting down the hall at a full speed sprint, heading for the source of the noise. Looking to the wall, it would have a arrow, along with a word plastered onto it. "Cantina." Skidding to a halt the boy would thrust his saber forward quickly, giving no warning this time. However, Ballen-Ist did not extend it's full length through, giving whoever was on the other side a chance to avoid being burned. Maybe. Quickly lifting the saber, the boy would begin to create an arch with his arm, carving a hole in the door in order to free whoever was within. True, it could've been a zombie. Holding his blade forward, the young Sith pure blood would watch the entrance he had created, it's edges dripping with molten metal. "Hurry."
[member="Dax Odikai"]

 

[Darth Armyss]

Spotting the red blade, Albrecht wasted no time following [member="Ballen-Ist"], turning around and letting loose a hail of blaster fire behind him every so often to slow the advance of the undead. They kept coming, but at the very least they were being slowed considerably by the shots to their legs. True, he should probably be aiming for the head, he noted, but at this point, sheer volume of fire was what he required.

Eventually, he would catch up with his fellow Sith and an eldery-looking drunkard of some sorts (that being [member="Dax Odikai"]), the zombies still approaching slowly but inexorably.

"Did you check the hangar to see if there's any serviceable ships?" he asked, continuing to shoot at the undead. If anyone felt like giving him a hand and picking up one of the various blasters he had taken from the armory, some help would be very much appreciated. "I could use some help here!"

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"Then hold your fire..." The teenager spoke, turning to give [member="Albrecht Tagge"] an annoyed look. Lifting his saber, would pivot on his feet as he raced towards the large group of clawing beasts, their pace only picking up as the red skinned Sith approached. Looking up, the boy would examine the ceiling, it's height not being too high up. Just enough, though. Bending his knees, he would use the momentum gained in his sprint to leap into the air, his blade rising as he jumped. The force was his ally as he made this acrobatic move, it surrounding him in order to aid his jump, it pulsating beneath him as he soared over and behind the group of zombies.

He had just made the jump in fact, causing him to land right infront of the beasts, on the other side. With this, his arm would lift, moving swiftly through the air to guide his glowing crimson plasma, it slicing cleanly through the creatures that advanced on him. Beginning to back pedal, the boy would move backwards in order to draw the group towards him, leaving some for the other Sith Acolyte to defeat.

 

[Dax Odikai]

What appeared to be a lightsaber started burning through the door. Taking a quick step back, he watched it come apart. After making his way through the cantina door, Dax had to double take at what he saw coming. Fething zombies!? You have gotta be kidding me!?

He shook himself from his thoughts as a man called out for assistance. The man had several weapons on him, that would be useful. "Give me a gun." He told the man, "I can fight."

The one who let him out of the cantina moved towards the horde, leaping in front of them. He began to cut into them with his saber, backing up toward the rest of the group.
[member="Albrecht Tagge"]
[member="Ballen-Ist"]
[member="Iris Tyrad"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

He had been punching the door for quite a while now. The Force empowered his hits, but his hands were starting to feel numb and he was only making a little progress in denting the door. He would have had to have continued for days if he actually wanted to strain the material enough to actual break underneath one of his punches.

He didn't have days though.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

The scream had been amplified by the Force and he thought he heard the door shaking. Through the vents in the trade centre, his words echoed through them and hopefully travelled to other people upon the space station and would redirect them towards his location.

Whoever was out of their quarters were taking way too long for his liking, he needed to get out of this trading centre, and put an end, to whatever was going on upon the space station.

[member="Dax Odikai"] - [member="Ballen-Ist"] - [member="Albrecht Tagge"] - [member="Iris Tyrad"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The young Sith knew that there was hardly anytime to spare. Lifting his head in surprise, the boy would look around, spotting the vent, sensing the force enhanced voice before it even reached him. Whoever it was, they sure were impatient. And without a lightsaber, it seemed. Craning his neck, he would look to the duo that continued to blast away at the zombies, that being [member="Albrecht Tagge"] and [member="Dax Odikai"]. As far as he knew, they were not force users, and thus he would head out, drawing a large portion of the zombies away from the rest of the group as he headed in the opposite direction.
The dark side, though weak, seemed to linger in the air, being visible to the boy, allowing him to be lead to the trade center doors. "Stand back." He would say, before plunging his crimson blade into the door without warning. He did not care where [member="Aeon Caedus"] stood, if he had not taken a step back he deserved to die. With a quick swing of his arm, the teen Sith would once again carve away at the metallic doors, creating an exit seeing as the consoles had all shut down. "Move." He would command, turning to race down the halls, back towards the others.

 

[Sheff Zee]

He had sensed the presence of the Dark Sider before he had plunged his lightsaber into the door. By that time, the Crown Prince had already stepped backwards from the door by a few steps and he waited. This other dark sider who was on the station could have taken longer, or just ignored his bellow and continued on with his own survival. But instead, he had come to help Aeon.

But before Aeon could be his rarely shown kind self, the teenager-Sith had told him to move. Move? "Relax."

To some it may have been amusing as to how he had sad that, considering he had been trying to smash a hole into the door with nothing but his fists, and had screamed through the vents for good measure. Probably wasn't the best thing he could have said, but he thought nothing of it and he followed after the Sith.

"This station needs to be destroyed."

He didn't care if other survivors suddenly became casualties, if they didn't get this station destroyed, then the rest of the Galaxy could possibly become infected by this undead Horde, and then if it became public knowledge that the two of them had escaped while they let the virus get out of control, they could possibly become a topic of controversy.

Something the future King of a whole Sector wouldn't want.

[member="Ballen-Ist"] - [member="Dax Odikai"] - [member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The young Acolyte's stride didn't lessen at all, his cloaked legs carrying him quickly through the dark corridors. The blaring alarms that shone red all over the place illuminated the duo's way, creating a rather ominous setting. However, Ballen-Ist was without fear. Fear was his ally, for he had tamed it. Raising his saber, everything that [member="Aeon Caedus"] had said would be ignored as he continued, aiming to make it back to the group.

That being @Iris Tyred, @Dax Okidai, and [member="Albrecht Tagge"]. Three zombies had came their way, groaning in hunger as they charged forward, as savage as ever. Their movements were predictable, as Ballen-Ist bounded forward, his red saber would fly through the air, creating streaks of light in it's wake as it sliced through the flesh. A rather disgusting scent filled the air, adding onto the already present smell of death. "We must hurry."

 

[Sheff Zee]

"Hurry to where?"

He asked after they had regrouped with the...group. The Sith Pureblood thought himself better for some reason, he was little more than a mongrel. Their species's purity was no more, so the amusement upon Caedus's face was always evident as they moved through the space station.

"We destroy the space station, or I end your life."

The same amused look remained upon his face while he said that, looking towards [member="Ballen-Ist"]. He would end the life of the Pureblood without a second thought. Even if he had gotten him out of the trade centre.

[member="Ballen-Ist"] - [member="Albrecht Tagge"]

 

[Dax Odikai]

Dax fired his blaster carbine at another dead man's face. They just kept coming.

He turned to the others. "We gotta move!"

They would have to find a ship! If they couldn't do that, they'd have to find a bomb...

[member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Ballen-Ist"] [member="Aeon Caedus"]