Rebellion Ekibyō no tengoku: Blackwing Virus | Rebellion of Atrisia

[Emperor Immortuos]

Location: The Trade district outside Jar'Kai
Tags: @CISpeeps Darth Metus Alden Akaran Adron Malvern Willow Fae Luna Terrik John Locke Alkor Centaris Gerwald Lechner Damsy Callat Kyyrk Vytal Noctura Kelsie Sylvan

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The green. Lively shades of bladed grass drifted and fluttered against the gentle winds in a synchronized unison. Pulsating invisible waves out stretching across the grassy plains that surrounded the densely populated cities on Atrisia, it was perfect harmony. Within the crowded trade districts itself various species shifted back and forth from hundreds and thousands of traders selling their goods. Bazaars, merchant tents and vendors galore; an endless sea of economic flow, credits and handshakes. A simple gesture, a handshake. A sign of good faith that accredited buyer and seller into mutual agreements of trade. Approximately every five to seven seconds such a gesture was exchanged and with it the endless legion of micro-organisms that went from species to species. Born to the very air, on every object and precious metal. As numerous as the sound waves that echoed all about and yet even smaller than this was something far more lethal.

It started with coughing. A thick hack of saliva deep from within the chest that rattled the bones. A phlegm covered fist. " Aaawwwwccchoooo!" Beadlets of sweat fell slowly in sluggish trails down the dermis of a Atrisian nobleman. After ejecting a microscopic spray onto everyone within six meters. A fresh laceration down the left tricep and a bite wound marked the nobleman. His clothes were slightly torn from what one could only assume was previous harm. With a gasping sound he collapsed only to seize in the dirt covered stone below. A single ant to my noticed by the masses of bodies. Buried in a sea of forgetfulness and grasped by the infected hand of respiratory arrest.

Who noticed?

More perceptive eyes glanced to a man in need but no morsel dared to offer assistance. Credits were the only spoken language that these hosts knew and understood here. Midst the masked viral chaos a hooded figure stood among-st the busy crowds. A single entity dosed in tattered burlap brown robes that covered the face, hands and feet. If the figure remained perfectly still some might of mistaken him for a statue or mannequin. He was not alone either. Four other similarly dressed figures stood in the same manner and clothing. Burlap brown robes.

A lush chewing sounded from within the center figures hooded. From slack to stern the lower jaw moved up and down; Sloshing a texture of meat. Sanguine fluid dripped from the mouth escaping from between exposed gums ripe with a slight scent of decay. This was only the beginning.

Red eyes shifted to the chaos that brewed in the distance over the city of Jar'kai. Dark clouds, rain, malevolent energies and a black fog that held pure terror. Blackwing Virus. Midst the chaos and screams, The puppet master had heard its call aloud. Throughout the galaxy there had been several outbreaks of the Blackwing Virus. Atrisia was just the newest update to a long list of undeath. Letting the piece of flesh drop to the bricks below from an open maw the hooded figures gaped their gullets wide letting out a high pitched shriek: A call. Out in the distance, within the eye of the storm. The call was returned in great numbers and strength. Darth Rage may of unleashed the Blackwing Virus in the capital but there was only one group that could control such a power, The Rancidus Order.

And without proper quarantine of the early outbreak by either the CIS or prior governing powers, This only meant one thing.

A planetary pandemic.

 

[Junko Ike]

Location: Atrisia, Horai
Objective: Sip tea and quarantine a quarantined city...

The reports came in quickly... benefit of having majority of trade and interaction on the space station high above. Another outbreak in the ruined city of Jar'kai. After mythos forces destroyed it recently and the sith attacks previously... the city had no population save what outside forces spawned in there to make the locals look foolish. No bazaars, no tents. The world had evolved past such things. Their higher technology gave way to self sustaining modular building that could be sealed by the people on the other side of the great wall Shoma and the first order had erected to contain any propblems that might arise in jar'kai.

"So jar'kai is being attacked or.... what. Since Zanza erected a wall of light there to sterilize the darkside in all theory nothing should be a problem there now." She said it while sitting with the emperor and empress sipping tea while jar'kai seeming to manifest thousands of people who had never existed on the planet save a few minutes ago. The great wall would handle the problem ensuring nothing got in there. Srina Talon and the CIS would be contacted and made aware of the situation. THey did after all still have shiips here and lowering a section of the planetary shield was... oh easy. Maybe contact the kiyomi medical ship which was equipped to handle outbreaks.

"Yes." Jubei spoke as she stood there delivering the report. "From the wall most of the reports say suddenly the city gained again a population of thousands that started to get sick I guess. No one is really certain as this just seemed poorly executed. She fully expected things to be bypassed. It wouldn't be an overhelming force if they didn't teleport through defenses and become seemingly invincible. Her meeting with the CIS had brought some insight but therew was always the needs of the people as the message was sent out. "Jar'kai is under quarantine return to your homes if within two hundred kilometers of the wall. The rest further out be safe... we know this isn't the last attack coming."

She looked at the emperor and empress. Jar'kai was a mess... but now it served a purpose. Everyone jumped to try and attack it instead of well anyplace the commonwealth might actually be located. The cities close by would do what they had been trained to do. Activate planetary shielding over the city to block out ships and attack, use their sealed housing units to protect themselves and continue to have supplies. sent down once the Kiyomi got into orbit. The ship was large, highly advanced for a medical ship and had some of the finest healers, doctors and medics on board. That is was a sasori made ship helped for hiding it near the surface of the sun.

"Princess, this does seem underwhelming." She looked at the general and spoke. "Is it really though? We know from past experience that the goal of an attack on Atrisia specifically the beating of the dead horse that is jar'kai city where no one has lived or been alive for almost a decade is standard before suddenly any defense mounted against it is not only wiped away it is also highly ineffective. You saw it when suddenly millions of undead, droid and sudden loyalists appeared from no where around you and the others. We know it is easier to attack a place no one is interested in defending because it is easier then going after the cities or actual population centers of the planet where we have been restoring and building up the capabilities."

She got a look. "We also know that mythos is going to use this and save the random lives who have suddenly appeared in the city now to claim the world loves him because that is all he has. He can't let go of the past and the efforts of other people means he can take over and claim their work. It is very.... boring." She was almost jaded, others who might be there would take a nap she imagined. Still the message was sent to Kurenai Yumi and Nine Lives both of whom had highly vested interests and she knew were great for fighting the inevitable breaching of quarantine procedures. She estimated within the next several minutes since the walls quarantine of the city it always did would normally be contained.

"Under normal circumstances we would mount up, have the airships prepared to defend as we know ships will likely appear fromt he city next to spread whatever is coming. We can hope for logic but doubtful. Starships will likely appear and bypass all defenses of the world anyways.... at least the CIS are here and can have a chance to see what we go through on a normal basis. Might make them rethink wanting to keep us around but the people of Atrisia have seen their works. They saved and protected lives from the attack by Mythos and his flunkies. They showed respect in coming here and didn't claim to be savingthe savages who needed to conform to their ways."

Srina and Mals respect was going to be repaid and the ones who had worked around the world were recorded as were the ones who had fought and possibly perished like Zanza Hijikata bringing forth and channeling the wall of light to sterilize the darkside within Jar'kai. She hadn't needed to destroy the city, just suppress the darkside feeling of it which would leave buildings intact and manifestations severed from it. There was Shira Varanin who had managed to stop a very dangerous ship that crashed into one of the palaces. Jend-Ro Quill who rescued padawans from the world and outflew an enemy fleet several times larger then his ship. Kyyrk who along with other CIS commanders/admirals... she wasn't certain had defended the skies.

Heroes all of them and honor was given to them, the lives they saved might not have a number and she might never meet them face to face but they were honored in the records of the era. Scherezade deWinter and her people who had come to their aid at the wall itself and defended it until numbers were thrown at them no rational person would try and fight. Much beloved and respected... so why didn't Junko worry about this as the wall continued to report all of its systems for continued work containing Jar'kai as it had been doing since the first order and Shoma built it were online.... Because Atrisia always rebuilt after attack and had gotten so good at it they literally had rebuild a city pieces that snapped together. The commonwealth stood for atrisia and its people united in the goal of enduring.

 

[BX-72967-RAZOR]

A T R I S I A​

Location: Jar'Kai - City Exterior
Tag Junko Ike , Darth Immortuos, Srina Talon , Darth Empyrean , John Locke + Open

Razor. Online.

Seventy-two hours ago, the peace of Atrisia had been trampled underfoot - yet the tale of this devastation began many years ago. Once, when the young leaders of the present were yet babes, Atrisia was held by a darker power. A man took the world by force and fashioned himself an Imperial crown of Sorrow. This Emperor, Mythos, reigned while the Dark Side ruled the Galaxy. When the One Sith was strong, so too was his claim. Yet, as the cycle of Light and Dark continued, the supremacy of black waned.

Atrisia was liberated and the Emperor removed from his throne.

The battle itself had left the proud world as a shell of its former self, and there was no better illustration of that truth than to consider the former Capital. Jar'Kai had become the Forbidden City. A wall had been erected to stand between the freed Atrisians and what remained of their former pride. Billions of souls had been lost in the old battle, with most of their cities having been destroyed. Jar'Kai itself was abandoned. Deserted. And a new Capital was born of the surviving cities.

Xam'Chi. A metropolis spared the destruction solely due to being on the literal other end of the world.

Since their liberation, the Atrisian people worked to restore their former glory. Yet Jar'Kai itself remained abandoned. The people remembered the location as a place of sorrow - and thus seldom, if ever, traveled close. Yet, a mere three days prior, Jar'Kai found itself the center of the former Emperor's ambitions. An assault was launched upon the world. Peace broken. Lives extinguished far before their intended time. In the end, Mythos pulled back the hellish storm that he had manifested amongst the skies and called out to parlay.

Razor was present when the transmission was received.

Golbah City, capital of the Confederacy, was rarely a locale that the Commando Droid frequented. However, with relative peace reigning in their corner of the Galaxy, it...he...had been recalled for much-needed upgrades. The conclusion of these led to a temporary assignment to the Vanguard of Polaris. He was meant to serve as an immediate protector of the Vicelord, a simple addition alongside the hordes of droids, Dauntless, and Knights Obsidian who also held this task. Yet, as he stood beside the Sith's seat, receptors upon the azure projection which manifested, Razor's temporary assignment became far more permanent.

Darth Metus intended to answer Mythos' call in the hopes of quelling the madness for good.

Before the Vicelord were sent his Exarch and humanitarian efforts to Atrisia. The storm unleashed by Mythos, while brief, had its effects upon the people and its landscape. As the third day since the assault came, the Confederacy worked alongside the Commonwealth to bind the freshest wounds. The scattered hamlets and rural peoples were brought vital resources. And Life Engines were erected to stem the damage to the world itself. As for Razor? He, too, had been sent ahead.

Given the troubled state of the Jar'Kai landing zone, it would not do for the Confederacy's head to descend without safety being ascertained. Thus, drop pods thundered from the Confederate Armada to the surface - a modest battalion dispatched with Razor at the helm. Landing, as usual, was rough - yet the Droid felt no pain nor discomfort. Such were the realities of metal. He did not suffer from the weakness of organics. Only termination on the battlefield or being decommissioned would ever see its Spark run out.

His footsteps crunched upon the blighted earth.

With rifle in hand, the Commando advanced towards the former capital of Atrisia. As it moved, data flooded its receptors - reports from what had transpired during the most recent assault. Light had been unleashed to further contain the darkness within the walls. And the seemingly abandoned city was somehow teeming with life. Perhaps it was not abandoned as the Atrisians once thought. A guttural screech filled the Droid's audio receptors. Its offhand raised, signalling its battalion to fan out and to form a line.

A mechanical wall. A modest one. Now stood before Hell itself. Something terrifying was being unleashed just outside of Jar'Kai. Something that the Commando Droid had never encountered before. Yet, as he and his force stood, the reality became clear. This was a trap. "Alert the Exarch. Alert the Vicelord. Alert the Fleet. Contact at Jar'Kai. Repeat." Their rifles raised in unision, yet a shot had not yet been fired. Their transmission, however, reached out to the Confederate forces both landed and airborne.

The fight for Atrisia's peace was far from over.
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[Credius]

Location: In orbit above Atrisia, aboard The Valedictorian
Attire: Fabulous as always
Tags: Marlon Sularen | Ben Craig | Detro | Darth Immortuos | open

Atrisia, a planet which had suffered the casualties of war far too many times in but too short a span of time. It was here were Credius in his position as a viceroy found himself, though he was too late to aid the rest of his Confederate comrades with their struggle to return the planet to its rightful glory and stability, he did not want to waste anymore time in order to try and get himself some important aquisitions to further enrich himself and expand his business empire. However, unlike those others who had absolute loyalty to the Confederacy, Credius liked to have all the cards in his hands and would not be pleased with any setbacks. It was to this regard that he had contacted a few key members of a small faction near the core to remain vigilant and in close enough proximity, should either his presence or his desires turn out to be seen as hostile or unwelcome. After all, he was not someone to just easily take a 'no' for an answer, certainly not from those he viewed as beneath him.

Alas, as fickle as the Force was, such cruelty Fate had in store for the pitiful planet beneath his gaze, for upon Atrisia he could feel it brewing: something sinister, something...unnatural, something so deliciously dark its tendrils of decrepit depravity managed to tingle even Credius' senses as he was so high up in space within his mighty battlecruiser. Without him even wanting to release his masking upon himself, it happened. His silver eyes pooled with a crimson, bloodred color, cracks and veins of blue ripped through his entire face, while the bridge of The Valedictorian was being drowned within the very might of the viceroy's power, the air thickening and contorting. If there were any sith or jedi nearby, they would've sensed it with ease, this center of overwhelming darkness.

"Heh, now this is quite the escalation," The viceroy started to chuckle softly, restraining his power rather quickly, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention to himself. After all, he couldn't have just anyone know about what he was, not just yet at least. However, despite reeling in his malice and enthusiasm, he could not curb the very feeling of elation and excitement while still feeling the tingling sensation from down below. Turning towards one of the Valkan guards near the entrance of the bridge, the man smiled faintly. "Tell Centurion Maximus Dethro that I expect him in the hangar bays, we're going to have to change our plans, it seems we'll be having a little expedition on Atrisia to...collect something."

Seems it wasn't a bad thought to have asked those members of the directorate to be on standby after all, he could use a helping hand in this undertaking. Whatever was down there was peaking his interest and anything which could do so, was worthy of investigation after all. Walking over to the interface of the ship, the viceroy looked up at a small golden globe floating near him, smiling as he knew KRONOS would certainly be of great help in this case. "Create me a secure line with the members of the directorate..." Waiting for the ZEUS core of the ship to find and maintain such a secure line, the viceroy gazed out of the transparisteel windows of the command deck, wondering just how much more this planet had to suffer before it would have its final breath snuffed away in utter despair and agony. A sudden buzzing sound alerted him to return his attention to the comms, sending his holographic image to those of the directorate. "Gentlemen, my apologies for this sudden call, but it appears that there is going to be a change of plan, something is going on upon Atrisia and it seems severe enough to deserve my attention, I will send you the coordinates for a rendezvous point....we must assess this situation together to verify the threat and at the same time see how it can be to our advantage."

 

[Xenro]

The most beautiful thing about the human body is its resilience. Under extreme pressure, even as it breaks down and the immune system corrodes, it manages to persist in all of its functions until it fails completely. The premise upon which his most recent experiment was founded was showcased by the sizeable group of infected individuals that fanned out, hacking, sneezing, and retching as they unwittingly ferried a deadly virus to a greater number of victims. Problematic for the locals, perhaps; but for someone who thrived on the spread of contagion and death, this experience was a veritable wealth of material for his research.

When word came that the Confederacy of Independent Systems sought to lock down and contain the virus, Xenro did not remain passive. Blackwing jumped from body to body by Supernatural means. It was not simply the sort of virus that traveled via blood or air- it also infected the Force itself. That meant it would not simply be stopped by a wall or a checkpoint.

A full quarantine however, posed a problem.

He hastily moved from Ground Zero of the infection with the sample in tow, hours prior to the mobilization of the Atrisian response. Xenro made his way to Xam'Chi just before the Confederates fanned out their relief forces and war droids.

That was where he loosed it.

Simply by finding a small girl who loved the look of a black flower, he was able to coax it into the large city with little resistance. Minutes lapsed. An hour. The first case was announced, with similar symptoms to those in Jar'Kai.

The planet had panicked before, even when the threat was largely isolated.

Now, it was in the heart of their capital city.

Enjoy your Plague...​

 

[Kyyrk]

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Voph had no intention of returning to Atrisia. After the chitstorm that had been attempting to rescue an old ally, he was happy to turn his back on the world and leave it to its own devices. Its assimilation to the Confederacy was none of his concern. He had his own planet to worry about. But that was before the call went out. Humanitarian efforts were progressing nicely. The world was at peace, and begining to heal from the thoughtless assault of Mythos.

Contact at Jar'kai.

Voph frowned. Jar'kai was a wasteland. A crater, if you will. How could the droids have made contact? And more importantly, with who? "Helm, bring us about. Return course for Atrisia, and prepare my ship."

Voph stood from his command chair, pulling his cloak around him. Whatever this was, the report didn't strike him as having air support. Besides, his fleet needed some downtime.

As the Desolation drew closer to the planet, Voph could feel...something. Something malevolent. As if the very Force itself were infected. Voph huffed quietly as he climbed aboard his ship, ready to descend to the planet below. Something was wrong. And the instinct in Voph's gut was telling him he should have worn his battle armor today...

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[Kirk Tektus]

Kirk remained planetside at Waru Tower as the Life Engines were running at peak efficiency and more resources were freed up to be given to the Keisei who were thankful for their relief. The FOB that Kirk was in charge of at the base of the citadel was upgraded from a makeshift outpost into a fully optimized command post after the cyber attack on the Life Engines. Their stay was supposedly temporal and Kirk was waiting for the go ahead from Navcom to recall them and got the ping from his holoprojector as a marshal from Navcom called him. "Commander Tektus. As of now your rank has been designated to conform with our new naval manifest. Also we received the report form Field Marshal Kalypso about your mission. We'll let it slide for your efforts with establishing the Life Engines commander but be warned the next instance of negligence will result in consequences.”

"Yes sir, thank you sir. We've optimized the base fully and counter measures have been put in place to fight off any cyber attacks on the Life Engines."

"Very good commander. Also your mission has been updated, we're asking you to put the base on low alert."

"Low alert? Are we expecting an attack?"

"We don't know but Jar'Kai has been put under quarantine. We're authorizing the deployment of more droids and the expansion of your forward base. You're ordered to assist the efforts of the quarantine force."

"Yes sir I'll make the necessary preparations."

"Be sure you do. Command out."

As the holoprojector turned off Kirk went over to the base intercom in his office. "All personnel be advised we are going into low alert. Keep to your stations and prevent access of base grounds to civilians."

 

[Mythos]

Location: Home

It was a rain of Clifford freighters and Archimedes Droids as well as his Helios parked outside. First the Confederacy, The Atrisian Commonwealth, The Alliance, Samurai Jedi and now his old Nemesis.... Grrwunhoooll Agaburry . A blessing in disguise, his old Nemesis would weaken the world even more and then it would just be Gen'Dai Vs. Man and that was a fight Mythos would love to win or lose.

Jar'Kai was a wasteland, but not for long. You see, The Confederacy could not build Rome in a Day but Mythos definetly could. In fact Mythos could build Rome in an hour with the help of Locke and Key mechanics and boundless slave trading profits. Jar'Kai began turning into a City of Gold basically overnight. Still, the people working there needed rebreathers, not because of some Coronavirus but because of the Miasma the city lived under.

Few living things could call this home, but Mythos had no other home. He had called Darth Metus and he would come eventually but in the middle of the great ruined city Mythos sat back and puffed away at his Cigar as he re-built his home in his image.

For now Slavery was legal in Atrisia, mainly cause no one could tell him what to do. So Mandalorian slaves, Slaves from the outer rim, slaves from the Tingel Arm and slaves captured in war all made the ranks around the great Longoku Wall to replace ever slab of stone with Gold and Chromium and Phirk and Jewels and Bronze.

A City of Gold built on the backs of slaves and the heads of conquered men. Beyond the wall, Atrisia had a King... but when people started to die Mythos didint really care about their saftey due to them being slaves. Those who could not work were exiled beyond the wall, forced to walk through the gates and into whatever city they could if they could survive the walk to the wall.

Mythos was connected in a strange way to Kezeroth the Beholder, in fact Mythos knew he was here but he wasn't going to move a finger to stop him. In his right hand The Holocron of Rage spun as it levitated, Mythos basked in its Red Glow. His eyebrow raised and he put his feet up on a crystalline table imported from Abajji, there was a goal here that he had placed from the times of his rule... but he never thought it would be his advantage.

"My Lord, several strains of virus and disease are detected across the slaves, should we quarantine the work site?"

Anok-eh's successor was much less impressive, but the Anubian known as Aphios did the job of secretary and count keeper well enough.

He laughed and kept smoking, changing the holonet movie to some outlaw series.

"Give them to the Commonwealth lackeys, sneak them out underground through the tunnels Audroti made with my armies and place them in the heart of the city... soon enough the planet will cry out for its King and I shall gracefully rise and save them. Now get out of my way, you're blocking the view and this is my favorite show"

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[Symara Tarriq]

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"Oh what a pity," Gesse remarked as she overlooked the planet. It seemed the Confederacy had forgotten that Atrisia was more than just a city of Jar'Kai. There was Nuyen, Akina and so many more the Doctor herself sat on a lovely tram as it moved across the city proper. She hummed a sweet song and waited patiently as the tram pulled up toward its stop. Quietly she rose to her feet and continued to hum as she walked down the empty tram and looked out toward the station. Blackwing had taken hold here, a failure of Confederacy quarantine or even proper hygiene. Then again, the Confederacy looked to line its pockets and so perhaps they saw that no one walked the cities - but oh, but oh, how just recently there were so many.​

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A global pandemic had taken hold of the planet now, and so Gesse watched with delight as the Infected terrorized the city. It was all just as the Order had planned, and now the Confederacy scrambled to quarantine people. Oh, but oh, it was much too late for now instead of quarantine it must be a purge. "My dear Immortuous you are a mad man, a devil of a mad man, and I love it," Gesse commented as the slick and sickened streets of Nuyen became filled with chaos. The Commonwealth and the Infected, who would win? The Doctor walked toward the medical district of the city and her smile only grew. ​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

C O N T A I N ​

Objective: Get to the surface
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental state: Focused
Tags: | Darth Miseria |
Post: #1

With her master having taken the time to go into hiding, Xobos had been able to do much more of the things that interested her in her own training. That didn’t mean, however, that orders didn’t come anymore. There were still times where the voice of her master would reach out to her in her mind, the brand on her forearm burning while his voice spoke, delivering a mission or trial for her to attempt to tackle. Being sent to this desolate planet at the end of the Confederacy’s reach, away from her current own mission of gathering what she now knew was a broken apart holocron, wasn’t exactly the apprentice’s idea of a good time. Or a smart use of it. Though arguing with Adron never lead to an enjoyable time for anyone.

At least she had someone to share this misery with. They had only met once before, but Xobos did a decent job keeping in touch with potential allies. Cali, Phas…sister. All were kept in touch with enough that she could call on them if need be. The woman in the co-pilot seat next to her was no exception. Xobos had had zero desire to bring Cali along to what she assumed would be an absolute hellstorm. At least that’s where Adron typically sent her. And Phas was not nearly ready for something like this. That meant falling back on a familiar face to fight alongside her.

“More powerful than that ones we typically find ourselves fighting with. Hopefully looks, and feelings, do not deceive, little master. For your sake.” The mask wearing woman grunted a little, saying nothing more to Ambrus as she pushed the nose of the ship down at toward the planet. The decent was easy enough, meaning that the apprentice looked over to where the other woman was sitting, giving her a little nod. “I..admit I know little to nothing of what we’re walking into. Master wasn’t exactly..feeling the whole detail sharing.”

As the entered into the atmosphere of the dreary looking planet, a thought occurred to her mind. Her gloved hand pulled away from the control sticks to reach over to the central console, attempting to tune the communications unit into one of the global comm networks. Gloved fingers fiddled with the dials as the Miraluka mused to herself, “Let us see if there is anything the comms can tell us, shall we?”

 

[Darth Miseria]

GET TO THE SURFACE​

Equipment || Lightsaber – Derriphan Armour​

Tags || Xobos Yakieer ​

Post || One​

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Adrenaline coursed through her veins. ​

Missions like this one had been a long since forgotten taste on the lips of Dianah Vi’dreya. The last she recalled feeling this tension across her shoulders she had been young and carefree. There was vigour in her step and an entire disregard for the danger this type of situation presented, but a lot had changed since then. She was more calculated now and she had a lot more to loose than just her life. Perhaps that was the reason for the deafening silence that currently held command of the cockpit.​

Dianah had the pleasure of working with the woman sitting beside her on one other occasion. Some might have laughed at the idea that she thought they worked well together. How could you gain that kind of knowledge from one mission alone? Dianah couldn’t answer the question with anything logical, she just knew. “I’m in the dark as much as you are, but how bad can it really be? We’ve had a kriffing zombie outbreak before this, and that wasn’t even the worst one.” Dianah lent back in her seat and kicked her boot up against the edge of the command console. “I would be really surprised if we messed up here.”​

The ship shook a little as they entered the atmosphere, breaching through a sheet of murky looking cloud. The planet underneath it was even more depressing to look at. The landscape seemed dreary, practically sucking the colour out of everything that touched it. Dianah stayed silent. It wasn’t worth commenting on beyond the exasperated sigh that had already escaped her lips. Why couldn’t it have been Naboo or Endor or… somewhere with green. When Xobos pipped up about the comms Dianah nodded her head, which still remained without its helmet for the time being. “Good plan, he’ll have more information for us. I would say it was a smart idea to get into contact with someone on the planet too. Know anyone?” ​

Dianah sat forward fully, placing her heavy boots down loudly onto the floor once more. Whilst Xobos worked on the comms, Dianah flicked through the available reports on Atrisia. There was bound to be something or someone in here that could fill the gap they were missing. ​

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[Kas Varad]

Location: Heading to the Capital Outskirts
Objective: Atmospheric Drop, Gather Intel.
NPCs: None (Background Crusaders)
Post: #1
Tag: @Any
Kit:

Spoiler

Armor: Cabur Beskargam, Weapons: 1x Fusion Rifle, 1x Icebreaker 2x Jackknifes, Melee: 1 x Basic Songsteel Sword, 1 x Force Pike, Grenade Belt: x5 Mixed. Gear: Targeting Visor, Lifeform Detector, x1 Personal Shield (Off), 1x Cluster of Antibacs with Basic Medkit

While others felt a disturbance. All Kas felt was a headache. He had been happily getting blind drunk at a bar when someone had interrupted him with an elbow to the face, actually the ribs but who was counting bruises. The crusader was called to fight, what he was fighting didn’t really matter. It was for the Mandalore, or who these old relics of times gone by called the Mandalore, ever loyal till the end. Officially called a Mandalorian protector these days, when not out fighting for the clan his duties included protecting the bar, and that was about it.

Taking a few things to get him sober and on his feet, dried out quickly, tricks of the trade when you drunk as much as he did. He rolled his head around shaking his arms loose, shame his battlesister Khia Varad was missing this one but it smelled bad, something was off. Didn’t know what, didn’t know why, didn’t care much either. Good she was clear of whatever this outbreak was, the crusaders had rumors to go on and not much else. Get down there and see what you can do.

Continuing to roll his shoulders back and limbering up as those around him strapped the airtight beskar armor on, mandalorian iron in its all glory. Someone had been spraying them all down with antibacterials, and along with the usual medkits the crusaders had a cluster of different antibacterials on hand, hastily put together on his waist. Not sure if it would help but better to have them than not.

Well kitted out as with any of the Mandalorian protectors that remained alive, they didn’t die easy, and they brought a cluster of weapons. The Force Dead Varad clan usually had extra hardware, seeings as they freelanced for the arms-dealer Fire For Effect time to time when it suited the CIS and Clan for them to do so. Gear that was buffeted about, moving him with it, air currents hitting the side of the shuttle. Holding onto the railings inside his dropship, Kas looked out the viewport as it came in heavy as always, and with non too gentle an introduction to the ground. Checking the shield generator, making sure it was off until he needed it, they landed with a bump and the ramp came down...

"OYA VODE" One of them shouted, the others roared, Crusaders with him soon jetting off. Kas could still taste the liquor on his breath. Perfect.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Equipment: The Blood of Dathomir Armor | Nightmother's Ward | Water of Life Potions
Tag: Shamira Karuto | Scàth Mhaolàin | Taiia Locke | Acantha Malvern | Tireya Syvare | Aisha | Alluria Ivalice | John Locke | Mandragora | Knights Obsidian​

After considerable effort had been put into helping the people of Atrisia recovery from their latest holocaust, the Mandragora had just begun to recover. The Nightmother loitered on the bridge of the swept-winged vessel that soared between the stars as they put the world behind them. She was of two minds about future such incidents, and what she should expect of the Sisters and Brothers she oversaw. While they were all Knights, there were plenty of Witches and Warlocks with no interest in galactic politics. Vytal was also mindful of the follies of other scholarly Orders that became mired in the endless turbulence stirred up by the actions of the living. Yet could they stand by as they had for Atrisia only to spend so much effort afterthefact correcting the balance? Should they not put their hand on the other side to prevent the imbalance in the first place?​

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Such things would demand a great deal of reflection before a suitable answer was reached. There would be no time to find that answer on their way back to Ryloth, however, as a Brother soon called out for the Captain's attention. The Nightmother blinked, pulled back from the aether, at the conversation. Vytal pivoted in place slowly and headed over to the small cluster of officers.​

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To say she was disappointed was an understatement. The unexpected was rarely ever convenient, and rarely was it surprisingly beneficial. Word of an unnatural infection surfacing on Atrisia was soon confirmed by the Nightmother's own lips. "Have all vessels drop out of hyperspace and return to Atrisia immediately. Tell them a spiritual plague has taken root, and must be stemmed before it spreads to nearby worlds." No doubt the Sisters and Brothers would be less than thrilled at the development, but they'd had enough time to recover physically. Emotionally, the Nightmother would help direct them to the importance of their task.​

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When their ships emerged from hyperspace, Vytal listened as reports of the infection below and emergency communications for Confederate forces were received. Evidently a Wall of Light sought to crush the threat at Jar'Kai while the virus had spread to several other cities. How or why Jar'Kai had enough to warrant attention was low on the list of priorities to the Nightmother. It was their world to migrate as they will. The nexus in that city, however, would be undeniably useful to the Mandragora in containing the spread of the infection. Cursed Jedi using a weapon of mass destruction ('mass healing' if you heard them talk about) to suppress such a useful tool.​

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"Take us in. All ships land in the fields of Jar'Kai outside of the Wall of Light. Give it wide berth," the Nightmother announced to prevent any Sister or Brother being unduly afflicted by such power.​

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Once the ship touched down, the Nightmother herself strode down the ramp to the surface of Atrisia once more. Back to where their efforts had been coordinated from previously. Her black lips pressed together at the sight of the Wall of Light being a substantial things rather than merely an annoying itch from afar. After the dark thoughts passed in her mind, she reached down to active the Hermes commlink, "Command, this is the Nightmother. A Wall of Light has been set upon Jar'Kai." Whatever Jedi held it there must have thought it beneficial. Perhaps, if they were alone in this, it might be -- except for all the other cities affected and soon the entire world falling into darkness. Fortunately, it did not appear to be at full strength. "I will tear it down so we can claim the Nexus within the ruins; once it is ours this world's affliction will be contained." The dark source of power combined with the focus of her Sisters and Brothers would crush the ravenous impulse crawling upon Atrisia.​

Template By: Darth Metus (Guy)​

 

[WelshGuy]

Location: Near Jar'Kai
Objective: Figure out what is going on and help contain virus
Tags: Open to interactions

Yuroic had come to see his daughter Asaraa Vaashe and what she was getting up to nowadays since she had left the SJO to go explore on her own. He was happy to keep an eye on her and make sure the CIS were treating her right but he was having doubts, especially since she had a boyfriend. Asaraa insisted that Yuroic had met Caedyn Arenais before but Yuroic had no recollection of the boy, though he did know a lot about Yuroic. It was an odd experience for the Master and gave him plenty to think about. Apparently his memory was not what it use to be, he had found himself wandering around his house wondering where everything was or where he was. Jairdain often reminded him and he would instantly remember but, still, Yuroic needed to think on what was happening, he didn't like it.

For now, he wandering around the Atrisian streets, he was curious about the planet. It had a troubled past to put it lightly and certain Sith were not making it easy for the people of the world but Yuroic was only more curious to learn more of the planet. Try and understand better and see all sides of the story, because that was who he was. As he looked around the outskirts of Jar'Kai, wanting to see the ruins of an apparently once great city, Yuroic was curious to see others rushing around. Though he was more curious about seeing a wall of light. Who in the CIS could pull off a powerful Lightside power like this? And why? It would prevent the CIS from accessing the city and helping them. It was most curious, looking around, he was curious if he should enter. A wall of light wouldn't harm him but it was here for a reason too.

Curiosity would always be his downfall, whistling innocently, Yuroic looked to his sides then stepped into the city. "Hmmm... Now lets see what is going on here? Perhaps we can find out who is making this wall of light!" Yuroic talked to himself as he moved forward. Hands in his pockets as he looked around.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Atrisia, Yumi Estate
Objective: ??????
Post: 1
Peps: Junko Ike​

Kurneai had been previously preoccupied with estate issues for the last few days. Reorganising certain room to help with governmental work and other related matters. Her position on Atrisia changing from a simple high class resident with tires to the royal family to a political figure. Her positon on the Obsidian Masters council allowing for some unique options when, if requesting help from the CIS. Herself able to mobilise members of the knights for quick response and directly command them when on Atrisia.

Unfortunately a certain small hyperactive child had caused her attention to be directed elsewhere. Kurneai being forced to chase Akari around her new office, leaping over furniture and computers to catch the small being. Their small size being quite the boon for once, but at the end of the day she was but a child and it didn’t take long to Kurenai to trap her youngest daughter in one of the closets. The small version of herself looking wide eyes out the glass, trying to act all cute and harmless... Kurneai knew better, not letting the sight affect her judgment.

”Have you calmed down“? ”....” ”Yes or no, otherwise you are staying in there”. Another long silence before the small child fell to her side, letting off a long sigh. “Fiiiiiiine, at least let me stay in the room, mummy has been to busy and constantly away”. She did make a point, recently Kurenai hadn’t spent much time home and in turn not a lot of time with Akari. With Wu Yeoh traveling back home and other members of the family away if wasn’t a surprise that the girl was lonely? Opening the cabinet Kurneai picked up Askari placing them in her lap as she sat down at the desk, fingers lightly stroking the child’s long black strands of hair.

“I have almost finished settings things up, after that I’ll take you out for some fun, sound good”? Her only response being a silly wave of hands and various whoopees. “I just need to check the- hu, a message from the palace...”. Her eyes falling upon the words Junko had sent, her expression going blank as the details of the letter came to light. Silence casting o er the room, causing Askari to look up confused, “mummy? Is something wrong“? “Yes something is wrong, mainly something is wrong with the logic of this message”. Why and how could Jar-Kai have a population of off wold aliens or be build up in anyway with next to no matreial or trade due to planetary shielding blockade?

Letting off a sigh she activated the tables intercom. ”Hitomi, can you get my ‘work’ suit ready, I have a feeling I may need it later today“.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Affiliation: Asaraa Vaashe & The Confederacy of Independent Systems.
Additional Tags: WelshGuy .
Objective: Assess and contain the situation, render any help needed.
Location: Orbit of Atrisia.
Equipment: Jedi Armor | Lightsaber.

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Caedyn had read of the world of Atrisia in past historical texts, most recent was the holonews article regarding the gathering of five Sith Lords whom brought about a catastrophic Force Storm that ravaged the land overhead of the Galactic Alliance Forces whom were seeking to maintain order in the region. His Father had been present during this blight, though Caedyn's life had come some years after the event.

As for Mythos, he was more of an estranged friend of the family prior to the invasion of the Sith Empire upon Caedyn's former homeworld of Commenor. Mythos had betrayed the Monarchy that was House Arenais and helped to infiltrate Chasin City whilst the shields were in place. Having trusted him once, Caedyn's parents learned the hard way, the kind of character that Mythos truly was and through them, the Children learned a valuable lesson in keeping their friends close. Trusting in Mythos was a mistake that Caedyn had sworn to himself that he would never make following the horrific battle he had found himself in that fateful day.

All this to be said, Caedyn had come to Atrisia not for his family or for Mythos, but for Asaraa Vaashe whom had previously spoken about the Confederacy's interest in it, and suggested strongly that he come and visit for it's beauty and rather unique traditions and cultural value compared to many other place's they'd visited together. Having agreed, he had been enroute to rendezvous with her when this unholy blight struck anew, dashing his hopes for a peaceful break away from Svivren.

"This is Caedyn Arenais of the Repertoire requesting armistice and permission to land. I am here on behalf of Asaraa Vaashe of the Obsidian Order, and seek to offer my assistance wherever it is required" Caedyn announced his vessels arrival, stating his intentions clearly so that any CIS Fleet or Vessels nearby would hear and relay his request forward to someone in a position of authority to confirm his status, and allow him forward.

Having previously been a member of the Order of the Silver Jedi, Caedyn had been introduced to the Confederacy under their mutual Alliance; Now as an active Jedi Agent for the Outer Planets Alliance, he believed that his position shouldn't have changed much at all in the time that had passed since. Although it had been some time since he had been in their neck of the woods, so to speak.

 

[Slaad]

Location: Xam'Chi
Objective: Spread the virus
Allies: Xenro | Darth Immortuos
Tags: Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon | Anyone else who wants to join
Ambiance: 2spooky

Xam'chi, the now crowning jewel of Atrisia, a city so untouched, so pure, ripe for the taking. It all began with the water supply a few days prior. A piece of flesh torn from rotting skin, dropped within the depths, its infection spreading, creeping. Those who bathed, who drank from their faucets, who cooked using the water would not know the disease that lay beneath the flesh. That ate away at their beings, they did not yet know true salvation.

Walking through the streets of Xam'chi, heavy raindrops falling from above, people rushed too and fro. Through the center of the crowd a large man. The large robe he wore resembling a tarp more than clothing pulled far over his face to hide the features. He smelled of sewage, he smelled of death. People skirted around him as he continued through the masses. They were nothing to him. Soon they would all be joined together in only a way the Rancidous Order could offer. True freedom, not some abstract concept like the Sith but true freedom from death.

The virus urged to be activated, its will held dormant by the large creature. A catalyst was needed, one that had been supplied by an ally. A lone girl wandered the streets a black flower in her hand. Her raven black hair stood out, her facial features the common ones associated with Atrisian’s. Her skin though, it had grown a sickly pale, it stood on the verge of death itself. Her eyes glazed over, her pupil’s vanishing in a wave of dark. Black orbs adorning her skull she approached the figure holding the flower out to it.

A hand the size of the child’s entire torso lowered to ruffle the hair, the other grabbing the flower offered. “You understand my dear. You can now hear them. The voices of salvation. Let us enlighten the others.” Glancing to the orchid that sat in the center of his palm, Slaad’s head tilted slightly. The force quivered from the poor flower, it felt… Fear. Something familiar to the once epicanthix, he remembered when he’d first been freed from the chains of mortality.

It was no longer just the flower who’s presence could be felt. Slaad’s own began intermingling with it and spreading. The virus once held dormant began to activate. It started with a single case and spread to a large population of the city. Those whom devoted themselves to office work found themselves turning on those they once saw as friends, feasting on their flesh. Doctors assaulted by the patients they sought to treat. Teachers torn asunder by hordes of students.

The time had come. Chaos began to embroil Xam'chi. Looking to the sky, allowing the hood to fall back, a twisted visage revealed itself. A jaw missing flesh, the skin gray, maggots squirming beneath its surface and breaking free. “Freedom”

 

[John Locke]

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S A V E

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"If a natural disaster strikes your community, reach out to your friends, neighbors, and complete strangers. Lend a helping hand."​

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Marsha Blackburn​

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Location: Atrisia​

Wearing: This​

With: Gianna Aegis ​

Tagging: Caedyn Arenais | Kurenai Yumi | WelshGuy | Vytal Noctura | Kas Varad | Darth Miseria | Xobos Yakieer | Kirk Tektus | Kyyrk | Credius | BX-72967-RAZOR | Junko Ike ​

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There was something about a disaster that shone a light on a person, that exposed who they were at their core. Exposed the truth of them, free of masks, of the self-image that everyone wrapped around themselves like a cloak, to protect themselves from the eyes of the universe. No-one wanted to be so exposed, to be forced to face the truth of who they were, to be forced to face the fact that people they had known all their lives might not be who they thought they were. That they themselves were not truly who they thought they had been.​

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It was a truth that could shake you down to the bones, or it could build you up. It was the truth that could make or break you…lift you as an angel or leave you nothing more than a monster. Dark eyes glanced down at a metallic hand, the prosthetic fingers silently curling up into a fist. John only had to close his eyes and the flames were right there. Never far, licking at his flesh, the heat like a solid wall trying to drive him back. For a moment the man was far away, lost in his memories, lost in reliving the day he’d been turned into the monster that he was now, the amalgamation of metal and flesh.​

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An accident, a single wire that was faulty, it could have happened anywhere, to anyone. A single spark, a singly blown plug. But that was enough. Enough to start a fire, to leave a factory burning. Enough to bring down walls and ceilings. He could still hear the crackle of the flames, the desperate screams. It had been his fault, a disaster of his making, his responsibility. Into the factory, again and again, John couldn’t even remember how many times he’d thrown himself into the flames. Just the never-ending heat hammering at him, the sweat running down his face, the smell of burning cloth and hair. The moment he’d woken up in the hospital, his arms already amputated, on the life support machines.​

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It had been like walking into a nightmare, his entire body a mass of agony that tore into his soul with every conscious moment. Dark eyes flicked open, dismissing the memories that had wrapped around him like a cloak as the breath flowed out of his lungs in a long sigh. The man’s head leaned back, resting against his chair’s headrest, eyes dancing to the window, watching the grass outside roll past. The truth was that if he was given the chance to go back, to redo history then he wouldn’t change a thing. There were people who had needed his help, how could he not help? The price though…the price had been heavy. A hand uncurled, a breath escaped him as a sigh, it had been heavy but one he was happy to pay.​

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A small wry smile touched John’s lips as he rolled his head to the side, dark eyes settling on the face of the woman leaning against his side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. They’d spent hours, what felt like days at the med camp, hours during which the cyborg had watched Gianna give more and more of herself to help the patients who had been gathered. The Jedi gave and gave until there was nothing left, no reserves and then she dug and gave even more. Only, how could John argue, how could he ask her to stop when he’d done the same.​

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A find smile touched the man’s lips, watching the slumbering woman, the small twitches of her face as she dreamed. To give everything of yourself to help others, that wasn’t something he could ever ask her not to do, not when it was a part of her, a part of him. She reminded him of that, reminded him of that better part of himself, the part he’d thought lost. The light shone on everyone, with no exceptions, not even for him. All the masks were torn away, even those he’d wrapped around himself, minister, admiral and executive. Leaving the man just who he was, just John. Just the man who’d wanted to build droids in a little workshop in the middle of a city. Just the man who wanted to help people.​

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Dark eyes closed, the man’s breathing steadying as his head dropped down, resting on top of Gia’s, feeling the touch of sleep reaching up for him, pulling him into its warm embrace. Letting sleep wash over the cabin as the transport sped on, rumbling back to the city.​

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It was ideal.​

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It couldn’t last.​

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Nothing so good, so comforting could last. The first sound of alert, filling his commlink, the man coming awake with a start. His eyes remained closed, his head still resting on Gia’s but every trace of sleep, of the calm that had settled over him like a cloak vanishing. An attack of some kind? No, nothing like that…it was an alert, a hostile contact at Jar’Kai on the other side of the planet. The man’s body stiffened in shock, no, no it was more than that, reports poured across his vision, alerts from the other main cities. Tales of sickness, of terror in the streets.​

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The man’s lips didn’t move, his thoughts made into voice went speeding through his commlink, spreading across the whole planet. Across all confederacy channels.​

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“All Confederacy forces, this is Minister Locke on Atrisia issuing a priority alert. We have a situation developing on the planet, a sickness of some kind has been unleashed on the planet.”​

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In so many places, all at once. This couldn’t be a coincidence, this couldn’t be just a random sickness flaring up. This had to be something more, something worse.​

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“At this time we have no choice but to believe that this is an attack against the planet. All Confederacy forces in the area are hereby ordered to proceed towards the planet with maximum haste, all forces on the ground please report in. Our first priority is to prevent the spread of this virus, whatever it is. At the current time, I am issuing a quarantine order. Lockdown the cities, the communities. Until we know what’s going on until we know what the situation on the planet is we can’t risk this spreading. Take maximum precautions to protect yourself.”​

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What went unsaid, what would never be said aloud was that no-one on the ground could be allowed to leave the planet until they knew what was going on. Until they had identified the threat. The members of the CIS would live and die with the citizens of Atrisia, they would figure this out or all die together.​

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A quick breath, a review of the forces that were already reporting in as John constructed a mental picture in his head.​

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“BX-72967, take your forces to try to meet up with the Night mother to protect her from threats while she attempts to breach the protection around Jar’kai.”​

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He had to trust the night mother knew what she was doing, that she was acting with a purpose and provide her with what support could be spared.​

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“All other CDF and Knight Obsidian units on the planets, we’re getting reports of chaos in the cities, of sickness and terror of some sort. Move-in cautiously and establish Order, try to find out what’s going on and evacuate any civilians you can. Once we have an idea of what we’re dealing with we’ll use the medical camps we’ve already set up as safe locations to funnel refugees to.”​

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They would need supplies, a lot of supplies and food. But first and foremost they had to get control of the situation, they had to figure out just what was going on. One last message, a direct message to Xam’chi, to the Commonwealth. A request for access to their surveillance equipment and the city systems. If they were going to help, if they were going to combat this then they’d need all the information they could get.​

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The man sagged back in his seat, the transport still rolling on as his eyes flicked rapidly behind closed eyes, data streaming across his vision as he moved supplies and troops, as he reached for the systems on board his ship, using the comms to link the strands of the CIS communications into one large network, offloading the job of managing that to EX while he went back to his map, to the responses coming in, trying to construct the best picture of what was going on.​

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Once more into the fire.​

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[Darth Empyrean]

Location: Flying through Xam'Chi
Friends: Srina Talon │ John Locke
Enemies: Xenro │ Darth Immortuos │ Slaad

The GS-77 moved with a lumbered pace, narrowly intertwining between the towers and buildings - though well above the crowded, rioting, infected streets below. Maliphant groaned as he caught himself against the wall, already perturbed enough at this constant swishing back and forth. For them, it was the only way - Maliphant and Talon knew they had to extract as many of the high priority VIP’s in the capital as soon as possible; free them of the risk of infection, else their death would inevitably shake the foundations of the integration of Atrisia into Confederate space.​

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John Locke’s message came through the static, and he could hear those familiar tones - ever the concerned strategist John was. Maliphant couldn’t help but smile, though his response showed no ‘happiness’ to the situation;​

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“ John Locke , this is Maliphant. I’m with Srina Talon - we are working on retrieving VIP’s from Xam’Chi. In a few minutes, we’ll be in orbit. I’ll let you know when we get closer.”, and with that, he cut off his commlink - at least for the moment. He needed to speak to someone.​

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“ETA: Ten minutes.”, the Pilot chimed in over the intercom. Maliphant couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed they had demanded an Atrisian pilot for this endeavor, rather than a droid; but it would simply have to do… For the moment.​

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He returned from the backroom where a couple of CEO and COO’s roosted; taking care to monitor each of their current health. The sealed atmosphere of the Gunship would help keep them safe, so long as Maliphant could maintain his sphere around them; knowing already that this ‘disease’ was altered.​

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“Terrorists…”, he repeated to himself. It was a scheme he would have come up with only a few years prior, when he was a little more angry at the galaxy, and had a bit less of a name.​

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His gait took him besides Srina Talon, smiling softly to her as he carefully pulled one of her hands into his. It was easier to pass emotions that way, opened up the connection the two had in ways he knew she appreciated; and it wasn’t as though Maliphant didn’t enjoy the contact. He glanced over her strained features, knowing that stress was ever the strain on her psyche…​

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“How are you doing, Srina?”, he asked, quiet as he could - away from the eavesdropping ears of the VIPs.​

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His hand wrapped hers, slowly pressed it against his chest so she could feel his heartbeat as he watched her -​

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“I won’t let this ruin our chances for Atrisia to join.”, and Maliphant never lied - he promised her that much.​

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“Before you know it, we’ll have everyone off world.”, he winked.​

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“And the plague will be contained.”​

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"Promise."​

 

[Taiia Locke]

Location: Atrisia
Wearing: This
With: Vytal Noctura
Tagging: Shamira Karuto | Scàth Mhaolàin | Acantha Malvern | Tireya Syvare | Aisha | Alluria Ivalice | John Locke | Mandragora | Knights Obsidian​

Taiia had sighed as the ships turned and made a hurried landing to Atrisia so much fuss over a single planet it really made no sense in the grand scheme of things but of course she was there to help regardless of it all. Once the ship had landed finally she followed Vytal down the ramp at a brisk pace. She had not seen much of Atrisia on the last run aside from flying resupply from the fleet above down to the surface and back, the atmospheric conditions at the time were difficult and experienced pilots were needed. She had truly wished she had been able to help more, now she would have that chance sadly as this time would be different. The situation called for everyone to take part, no matter their discipline though she could have gone with Voph the more immediate situation was containing the plague and that was Vytal's mission and that is why she was here.​

The young red haired woman glanced to the Nightmother inquisitively as she took to her side, her lightstaff secured firmly to her belt Her eyes fell on the wall of light, it was impressive she had never seen anything like it the energy it put out was remarkable. “How are you going to..?” she stopped herself with a grin “Nevermind” she just simply stepped back and waited she knew better than to question, she had seen enough of her ability already, she would instead simply be ready for when the wall of light was broken, her emerald eyes peering deep into the light she could sense the darkness of this place even though the wall of light sought to scourge it from the world.​