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.