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Dead in space

Z19 responded to Carden Lorps by saying "Well were being chased by an army of undead hows that sound also even though im a droid and im nearly unbreskable because im partially made from mandelorian armor those things have lots of numbers so they can tear me open" Then they hit a dead end and the giant army of undead could be heard coming down the halls so Z19 set out a signal for any other survivors to get the message said "If there are any other survivors me and a buy named Carden Lorps are in danger a large amount of undead are coming please help us we are in the left corridor at the top floor please come qui-" and the message was cut off as the zombies came...
 
Hmm "wait I got a thermal detonator here im not very good with explosives, just blasters." Carden said nervously. He never thought there could be such a virus on this ship. "Hehe hopefully we wont go out like this tin can." Carden said with a slight laugh. To [member="Z19-20D"]
 

Darth Armyss

Nobleman, Sith, and Womanizer
With the door shut, Albrecht was certain that, at long last, they were safe...for the moment. The maintenance corridors' doors could only be opened manually from the inside, otherwise they had to be opened remotely, which couldn't be done while the station was in lockdown. This would give them an opportunity to collect their thoughts, and plan their next move.

"Okay...now I suppose I should explain what's going on here" he began, "Have any of you heard of the Blackwing Virus?"

[member="Dax Odikai"] [member="Iris Tyrad"]
 
Dax frowned, "No... but it doesn't sound good..."

If it could bring the dead back to life in droves, it was definitely something serious. They needed all the intel they could share.
[member="Albrecht Tagge"] [member="Iris Tyrad"]
 

Iris Tyrad

A man with no friends, only live for revenge
"No," Iris replied to [member="Albrecht Tagge"] "but if it's the reason for what's going on out there, it ain't good."

Gentle banging and scratching could be heard on the other side of the door, probably from those, things. Down the maintenance corridor was only darkness, it was impossible to tell what was down there. So Iris could only guess where it would lead. Hopefully, to safety.

[member="Dax Odikai"]
 

Darth Armyss

Nobleman, Sith, and Womanizer
"Well...according to an old folktale, it was originally an attempt by a misguided alchemist to create an elixer that would grant immortality, that failed spectacularly and became a contagion that could raise the dead; then another attempted the same thing, only for it to fail again" Albrecht began to explain, "That was about 5,000 years ago - fast-forward to a year before the Battle of Yavin, during the reign of the First Galactic Empire. Imperial scientists managed to recreate this 'elixer' as an airborne contagion, dubbed 'Imperial Bioweapons Project I71A', which was to be transported aboard an Imperial-class Star Destroyer called the Vector, yes, the same Star Destroyer that both brought the virus here and is also our ticket out of here, which vanished under previously unknown circumstances upon entering the Mid Rim, but we now know to be caused by a viral outbreak."

As he talked, he started going through the equipment he found in the armory, distributing some thermal detonators amongst the other two survivors with him, along with giving them a choice of various blasters. "But that's not important - what's important is that, whatever you do, don't let them touch you; while we all are immune to the airborne strain of the virus, which is more than 99.9% of the galactic population can say, nobody is immune to physical transmission, and since we lack a vaccine against it, if there's even a chance that any of us is infected, do not hesitate to shoot, then run before the virus can take effect and reanimate the corpse. Understood?"

[member="Dax Odikai"] [member="Iris Tyrad"]
 
As they spoke something happened he malfunctions and suddenly his hadns were vrioblades again and he slashed undead down everywhere if he saw Carden Lorps he would attack him but he just looked forward killing many undead and killed until there were no more but when he stopped malfunctioning he made a giant screeching noise that echoed throughout the station it was so loud everyone could hear it he then fell but the loud screech was still heard
 
Dax listened to [member="Albrecht Tagge"] carefully, absently rubbing at his bear with one hand, claiming a second blaster carbine with the other. Slinging the newer one onto his back, her rplaced the nearly depleted blaster pack from the old one.

This was like a nightmare. Fething zombies were attacking them. Zombies!

Upon hearing the directive to shoot anybody who contracted an infection, he nodded quietly. He'd do what had to be done, and the others had better do the same.

[member="Iris Tyrad"]
 

Iris Tyrad

A man with no friends, only live for revenge
The information the man was telling sounded ludicrous, but as Iris looked at his face he was sure this man was genuine.

Iris grabbed multiple Thermal Charges, but turned down the blasters, for he already had his trusty LS-150 HASPRG, which he was sure would do fine against the undead outside. The gun usually ripped apart sentiment life, no matter what size, or what they were made of.

"So," Iris began, cocking the handle on his weapon "shall we begin?"

[member="Dax Odikai"]
[member="Albrecht Tagge"]
 

Darth Armyss

Nobleman, Sith, and Womanizer
"Yes, let's move" Albrecht responded, re-slinging the spare carbine back onto his shoulder and brandishing his light repeating blaster as he started off down the hallway, deciding to take the lead, while the second to follow would be pointman and whoever came last guarded their rear. These maintenance corridors, while most likely devoid of the undead for the most part, were dimly lit and rather narrow, which meant that if there was something in there with them, they would have to simply break through rather than try to go around, which wouldn't be possible until they exited these tight confines once they were closer to the drydocks, which would take at least ten minutes on foot to reach from their current location.

[member="Dax Odikai"] [member="Iris Tyrad"]
 
Dax followed close behind [member="Albrecht Tagge"] , keeping a tight grip on his blaster.

Of all the karking hellish places for zombies to become a real thing, it had to be in a dark-ass ship full of secret tunnels that were too fething small!

Regardless of his internal complaints, Dax kept moving. It was a bit too hard to see, for his liking... and too narrow, but he refused to be the reason things when wrong.

"You sure you got a grip on the layout?" He whispered, not wanting his voice to reverberate though the bowels of the station.

[member="Iris Tyrad"]
 

Iris Tyrad

A man with no friends, only live for revenge
The other two men in his group had taken positions one behind the other, and so Iris decided he would take the back. He turned so his back was facing the others, slowly walking backwards instep with the other two. The only view Iris got was of the corridor, and the darkness that was so eagerly following them.

The gun he held in his hand was pointed upright infront of him, his finger on the trigger, and already very tense, Iris would shoot at anything he saw in this corridor.

[member="Dax Odikai"]
[member="Albrecht Tagge"]
 
Instead of getting hit by [member="Maleus"] he threw himself backwards and then fled down the hallway after all of those other people who had been in their area. As he left, there were suddenly several of the undead converging upon Maleus and his apparent comrade [member="Ballen-Ist"] and he now left them behind him.

It was probably the best timing that he could have on this space station.

Now he was heading to the drydocks, it was the only way off of the ship and to the Vector. But he was certain that it'd be too late to catch those other people. At the end of the corridor, there were several undead outside of a door, a maintenance door by the look of it and he ran it full tilt, throwing his hand out to them in order to release a force push that knocked the undead to the ground. Throwing that same hand up, the door that they were behind opened and he threw himself in and let the door seal itself shut.

He was in now. He was safe, and he heard the undead clawing at the door behind him. He stood up and straightened himself out before he smiled and imagined his two opponents being devoured by these beasts. They're probably dead already.

He started upon his way down the corridor and shook his head. If it weren't for the undead he would have missed the corridor, and he had to thank them before he realized his stupidity and continued down the corridor. "Hey!" He cried out when he saw the trio from earlier ahead of him. "Let me help!" He said, running with his falcata in hand. If any of them tried to stop him, he'd just have to explain that the two other Sith from earlier, he had met one of them previously and he had tried to kill him.

Simple as.

[member="Iris Tyrad"] - [member="Albrecht Tagge"] - [member="Dax Odikai"]
 
A black band adorned on his wrist buzzed with a purpose. "Alpha squad reporting." "Calling for immediate extract." "Yes sir.." The metallic voice slowly died out under the enthralled ramblings of zombies. He'd drift his saber hand towards the ground aligning his feet into an opening guard. The zombies bodies fizzed with energy as the assailing blade left crimson after-burns into their husks as they collapsed to the ground.

"Sir we're picking up your position, we suggest you hold onto something as we do not want you to get sucked into space. "So be it."
The ion cannons deep within the ordinance silo was exposed, through the chasm a muzzle was extended. A stream of energy smashed into the ships damaged exterior.
The Light Corvette class ship pulled into the ships sullen exterior. Poly-cabels adhered to it's hull, as the ship brought it's docking-bays closer it'd create an air lock which equalized the intense pull of vacuum.

Men clad in imperial armor turned on a swivel, with guns drawn they'd released a series of crimson bolts. The blasts themselves were enough to repel the devoid humanoids. Soon they would be upon their vessel and away from this incident.

The others were not so fortunate.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrEYbMSPdU4
 

Darth Armyss

Nobleman, Sith, and Womanizer
While indeed the plan was to get to the Vector and somehow fly the vessel out of there with not even a fraction of a skeleton crew (typical minimum skeleton crew for an Imperial I-class SD is around 5,000 iirc), there was one detail of the plan that Albrecht had neglected to mention, and he had withheld it intentionally so as to make his companions for the moment a bit less pessimistic. According to the salvage teams, the Vector was mostly operational and deemed fully spaceworthy, save for one vital component that would need to be repaired before they could leave: the hyperdrive. The reason they were going to the Vector now was because he didn't know which parts needed replacing, but he did know that whatever parts were missing could be found aboard the station. There was a reason that this place was also called Victory Station, that being that most of its components came from a couple of critically damaged Victory-class Star Destroyers left over from the Clone Wars, which shared many components with its much larger successor, the Imperial-class, of which Vector was. Considering the general condition of the Vector, he was certain that it would take the three of them about three standard days to repair the ship enough for the hyperdrive to be able to make the jump required to reach safety if they worked non-stop, which probably required only a few minor repairs to have adequate hyperspace capability.

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard a voice from behind the ground and quickly turned around, raising the light repeating blaster to his shoulder just in case any undead had trailed them.

"Identify yourself!" Albrecht yelled out, not necessarily to know who they were but as a test. The undead seemed incapable of actual speech, so as long as they said something coherent, he could assume that they weren't infected...for the moment.

[member="Dax Odikai"] [member="Iris Tyrad"] [member="Aeon Caedus"]
 
"Get that light out of my face or else you'll never see your own in a few minutes." He snapped out in reply. He had already told them to wait for him, why should he have to identity himself again? But it didn't matter, he had identified himself and had given them a promise as well. Or at least the one with the flashlight.

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

Iris Tyrad

A man with no friends, only live for revenge
Iris looked at the man, and would continue until he was sure he was trusted. The heavy weapon in his hand was still pointed at the Sith, but also, slightly lowered, Iris doubted that the Sith would want 2 weapons in his face.

"Think we can trust him?" He asked the lead man, but not breaking eye contact with the Sith. In this small space a lightsaber could do very large amounts of damage, very quickly. Iris had to keep on his toes.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]
[member="Albrecht Tagge"]
[member="Dax Odikai"]
 

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