First Order: Blackwing Virus [Dominion of Mephout and Seoul]

[Valessia Brentioch]

CONTAIN​

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SURVIVE​

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ESCAPE​

A LONE SURVIVOR OF THE RED NEBULA CRASH LANDS ON MEPHOUT AND BECOMES THE SOURCE OF THE BLACKWING VIRUS ON MEPHOUT. MEANWHILE ON SEOUL, CRIMINAL ELEMENTS HAVE FORMED THEIR OWN VARIATION OF WHAT WILL BE KNOWN AS THE SICKNESS. SEON JOON, ONCE RISING STAR WITHIN SEOUL'S PHARMACEUTICAL WORLD UNLEASHES THIS VIRUS ON AN UNSUSPECTING POPULACE. PLUNGING THE CITY-PLANET INTO SHEER ANARCHY... ​

Spoiler

Stage 1: Mephout - First Order FOSB and Army arrive knowing that something from Red Nebula is here, but where they're not sure. And as they approach civilization they realize that something's not right and the town is all too quiet...

Stage 2: Mephout - Blackwing is here as evident by the townspeople who unknowingly are infecting others as the First Order desperately tries to stop the virus from spreading. but it's too late and the virus morphs and an outbreak begins...

Stage 3: Mephout - With an outbreak started the virus rapidly spreads into the major metropolis on Mephout leaving the First Order personnel with little resources to contain it, and so they realize that they must call for an evac. Unfortunately, there's been an outbreak of 'the Sickness,' on nearby Seoul and they'll have to wait.

Stage 4: Mephout - Evac has arrived but the infected of Mephout are strong, stronger than anticipated and the First Order will have to fight to escape.

Stage 1: Seoul - A disgraced pharmaceutical executive takes his Sickness and threatens to unleash it upon the unsuspecting populace, his brother a member of the Seoularian Police tries to talk him down. Meanwhile, members of the First Order Government and Diplomatic Corps arrive to be entertained at a live performance of Seoularian Idol, not knowing that the Seoularian Police have failed and the Sickness has begun to spread.

Stage 2: Seoul - The Sickness spreads faster than officials can keep up with, and soon the populace becomes aware that they are doomed. First Order Navy, Starfighter Corps and any Intelligence Agent that can be spared are sent to try and contain the outbreak while trying to find their own people.

Stage 3: Seoul - It's too much for the First Order and their forces can't arrive fast enough to help, and so they decide to evacuate their personnel and then those that they can evacuate. Unfortunately, those who have not been infected have turned away from order and to anarchy and chaos, mass rioting and shootings erupt from the once orderly city.

Stage 4: Seoul - First Order transports are now taking people off of Seoul but their transports are overwhelmed and not all of them make it, it's a fight for survival for both Seoularians and First Order personnel to escape the city-planet's infected surface.

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Current Stage:

• Mephout - 1
• Seoul - 1

There are no objectives, just stages - posts will be made to indicate when there has been a stage change.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIx_HbmRnQY[/media]​

 

[Marzena Vaas]

It was a wonderful day to visit the metropolis-world of Seoul.

For her part, Marzena Choi had come to visit the capital – Sejong City, in the Jongno District. It was nice to be back. Long strides brought the pop star away from the bustling spaceport, and on towards Eyagi Production Studio. Dark eyes took in the sleek and modern surroundings, the buildings towered towards the sky, and the streets that wound through them were pristine. She passed by a number of fabulous barbecue restaurants on the way, the scent of grilled pork belly and bulgogi beef made her stomach growl. If she’d had the time, she probably would have ducked in to have a quick bite. Marzena paused for a moment, her attention stolen by the colorful arrangements of a local market – a place to find textiles, fresh produce, seafood, and street food. It was a favorite gathering place for the citizens of Sejong. There was even the sound of music coming from up the alleyway, the clubs were springing to life in anticipation of the evening crowds.

It was just like she remembered it, a perfect picture of city-life. At least, on the surface...

The songstress pressed on, accompanied by her assistant and two black-clad guards. Though it had been years since the girl group Diva Machine had broken up, Marzena had remained a popular figure here. But now, her former-friend and rival, [member="Hannabeth Yun"] was the rising star. The two had been called together once more, but today they would not be performing. This time, they would be acting as judges for the popular live show Seoularian Idol. Not only was it a fantastic way to give the First Order diplomats a fun introduction to their popular culture, it was a way to hopefully spread their entertainment off-world.

Behind the sophistication of the city, there were shadows lurking. Rumors of Kkangpae culture were prevalent here. Though these mysterious figures often operated within the public eye, it took a sharp gaze and well-informed connections to find them.

Marzena passed through the doors of Eyagi Studio, a prominent production company known for their holodramas, music, and talent shows. As she made her way backstage, she spotted a number of hopeful new talents standing by, some of them practicing their acts. The audience was being ushered into their seats; the front row had been reserved for any First Order personnel that wished to attend.

“Miss Choi! A pleasure to see you again.” Came the voice of Hae-Sung Ryu, the host of Seoularian Idol. “I expect that Miss Yun will be here shortly. We’re just taking care of a few last minute preparations. Would you be willing to welcome our guests?"

"Of course, I would be glad to help." Marzena smiled.

Elsewhere, preparations of a more sinister sort were also being made...

[Seoul - Stage 1, post 1]

 

[Asharad Graush]

Post One.
Mephout: Stage One.
Location: First Order Landing Zone: Edge of City.

When A'sharad had returned to the Wolf's Maw outside of the Red Nebula after his meeting with the Iron Crown Enterprises, he had learned of an... Altercation within the Red Nebula. Curious. There was an outbreak that had been released on a Star Destroyer that had been destroyed. Likely there were survivors, but immediately after, A'sharad had received his next orders. Travel to Mephout and investigate what's happening. Naturally, A'sharad led the White Wolves to the planet.

Within the hour, dozens of shuttles had become dots in the sky as they deployed squad after squad onto the edge of the city, splitting up to cover more ground and setting up a quick perimeter with efficiency that could only be achieved after thousands of drills.

Walls came up, electrical fences, and weapon emplacements. Within an hour of landing, everything was in position.

The order to move out came through the comm lines simultaneously, and as per usual, A'sharad took the lead on Zerek Platoon and set out straight for the heart of the city.

...

"Colonel, Sir, sensors aren't picking up any life signs," to which A'sharad didn't delegate an answer. True, undoubtedly. As far as he knew, the Force couldn't break, and it had never let him down before, but on this day, he could sense nothing. Merely... Void. Other parts of the planet were presumably the same. "Think that survivor from the Red Nebula spread something?" He heard over the Zerek comms. Something was wrong, but he couldn't say as to what.

"You two," A'sharad had pointed to two troopers, "Search the building," he said pointing to one of the buildings further along their path, about fifty yards ahead of them. Tall, good oversight.

"Yes, Sir!" And then they were off.

At least it'd be silent for a few minutes.

After Zarnathea, A'sharad had learned his lesson in leading formations down the centre of the straight. They stuck to the walls of the buildings on opposing sides of the street, running parallel to each other. Thermal imaging thanks to their helmets were used to scan the surrounding buildings. They got nothing.

"Wait, I see something!"

Instantly, the formation halted, even the two that were up ahead of them all.

"Oh... Uhhhh, wrong setting."

 

[Ria Misrani]

Sejong City - Takoyaki Tea Lounge
Stage One, Post One.

A piano softly plays while guests are taken to their tables, the lights are low - a dim golden yellow really. The atmosphere is lively, and many are talking about the First Order. Seoularian State Media swears this is a good thing and how the Seoularian way of life would not change. Seon Joon is relaxed in his seat flipping a little Joeson coin through his fingers. Dal Joon, his brother has arrived Dal a member of Seoularian Police is greeted with respect, Seon sneers at the behaviors exchanged between Dal and the hostess. When Seon had come through they didn't want to be bothered, even if he was disgraced - caught on fraud and embezzlement, they still took his money just the same. He swirls the glass of Soju around watching as Dal comes to sit. Seon looks to the silver briefcase that rests beside him on the roundabout lounge chair, "I am pleased that you've taken the time out of your busy schedule to come see your disgraced brother, truly you honor me Dal-hyung."

"Please, Seon don't talk to me that way," Dal tells him as he orders a glass of whatever it was the First Order men were having off in the corner. "You said you wanted to talk to me, so talk."

"Forgive me then," he takes a swig of his soju, "I'll try to make this quick then."

Seon brings up the silver briefcase, "I could not be at tonight's show for my Anna because I have this, and this- this will change everything, Dal-hyung."

Dal shakes his head, "Seon, enough - no more schemes, no more lies."

"No schemes, no lies," Seon opens the briefcase, "you see," he laughs, and laughs again - because he knows he holds all the cards, "you see while all of you were busy saving face, and protecting our family honor. I was busy, and you see this Dal? This is a virus, now I know you Seoulpa boys don't know a lot about biology or chemistry so I'll be simple for you. This virus spreads fast, just a scratch and you're infected- and."

Dal takes the briefcase but Seon jerks it away, "Seon."

"I'm not done Dal, wait," he laughs again, "you see with this virus, no one will call me a fraud, and with this virus... I can have everything, Dal. Everything."

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Hannabeth arrived and was already straight to business, even as she checked her holo more times than was called for. She was worried about Seon, Seon had become increasingly distant - her name was already being dragged through the mud. How could she have not known that he was stealing? How could she have turned a blind eye? The answer was simple really, she'd been working. It's not an answer people want to hear, so the tabloids make up what they please. "Marzena Choi is here, and you'll be seated next to her-"

"Fine." Her reply was short and curt, "how long until we're live?"

"We have time, we're still sitting the First Order members, why?"

"No reason," Hannah sighs and chucks her holo into her dressing table, "let's do something traditional and more like - what's her name?" She asks snapping her fingers, trying to think of a name. "Someone, please."

Her assistances look at each other, "her who, Anna?"

"The woman who runs the First Order!" Hannah shouts and then someone manages to slip the name across her dressing table, " [member="Natasi Fortan"] - like her, one of her more recent styles. We're here to show that we can conform and that we can be more than just pop stars." Clearly if Marzena was here on behalf of the First Order. What other reason could Marzena have for returning? To call Hannah bitter is an understatement, but then it all went back to how she and [member="Marzena Choi"] departed. Their final words and the lack of final words before her former friend turned rival, had left for this First Order.

 

[Perth Levov]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xm5DPlNCmtk

Wild Space.

The descriptor alone was enough to give anyone a reason to turn back. Mysterious, dangerous, uncharted, it was a term to tempt you in or keep you away. It tended to polarise. It always used to mean space beyond the limits of the safe and predictable. Where dangers waited, patiently, knowing the foolish and unwary would come.

It was also an area that her trusted notebook had told her to come to. To a specific planet – Mephout. The entry was sparse – no specific cult or place was mentioned, just the planet. Which was why she hadn’t rushed here. But as she crossed off her leads one by one, the more tenuous and obscure rose to the top of the list. So here she was, exiting hyperspace as she made her way to the coordinates she’d gleaned from a star map she’d found.

A tiny red light blinked on her dashboard and a few seconds later, the streaks of light morphed into dots. She was here.

She was relieved. She’d picked up the star map from a couple of interplanetary explorers, cartographers who apparently spent their lives producing maps of Wild Space. She had wondered if the maps were genuine, but the cost was minimal – it was her time that was more precious.

Ahead was a planet. Mephout according to her nav comp. Well, there was only one way to find out for sure.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: I
Stage: I; Mephout
Location: First Imperial Landing Site

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AF5Sw1mSKWE

Rexus drunk some more of the warm coffee as the lander touched down. It had been a tough few hours, and the lieutenant was bordering on having had a twenty hour day. But things needed to be cleared up. Fatigue killed any of the emotions swirling inside of him. The fear of the dead. The despair at having lost nearly his whole platoon in the Abdicator, and the confusion at what had happened. Assisted by adrenaline shots, administered by the medical crew of [member="Basileus Isauros "]' star destroyer kept him strong. Rexus' TIE was picked up with some of the other crew. The Gundark Gunners had been decimated. Only a squad and a half had survived the onslaught.

"Alright gents, lets move out!" he called, to his now ragtag bunch of soldiers.There were twenty of them in all, and not all were even stormtroopers. In fact, some of the men he was now in command of were the very same technicians he'd accompanied during his escape. The group were armed to the teeth with a mix of heavy blasters and flamethrowers. Rexus had been one of the few who'd practically demanded the commander deploy the Excubitore to contain reports that the infernal disease had persisted. To be honest Rexus was also excited to see his old friend, Colonel Graush, a man who he knew could get results, fight the undead. Rexus and his ragtag band of junior technicians, fatigued stormtroopers and grateful turbolaser gunners as they followed the lieutenant out, and fanned out. They were at the rear of colonel [member="Asharad Graush"] 's formation. Rexus tuned into comms.

"Colonel, this is Lieutenant Wenck. This i-" he paused, turning to the others. "What do we call ourselves?"

"Uh, Ghost One?" A technician offered.

"Death Squadron?" A second chimed in.

"What about Remnant Three?" a stormtrooper asked.

"Remnant Three? Wheres the other-" a turbolaser operator began, a little confused.

"This is Remnant Three, reporting for duty at the rear. Any orders sir?" Rexus asked.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Post Two.
Mephout: Stage One.
Location: Entering the City.

Zerek Platoon continued through the city. After a few minutes of trekking through the city, A'sharad had further split the platoon. They searched buildings from top to bottom, which left them behind. Squad by squad, the distribution of the squad up to the individual Sergeants. Through his commlink, A'sharad gave orders, however limited to the rest of the Regiment all across the city. It was rare when another platoon was requesting orders, only one so far, and they were typically simple answers.

However, when the familiar voice of [member="Rexus Wenck"] came over the commline, A'sharad paused behind a landed speeder. Shooting a look over his shoulder, he blinked, and with that blink came the Force Sight he needed, and he scanned the buildings, but mainly he looked for the Lieutenant. It took him a moment to remember before he realized that the Lieutenant and his unit were on the Abdicator when it had been destroyed. Meanwhile, the rest of Zerek was awaiting orders as they too came to a stop.

Standard procedure would be to have them contained, so that they couldn't spread whatever it was that they had encountered on the Star Destroyer. How did they get through that?

Knowing the Gundark Gunners they likely didn't even know the necessary procedures.

"You'll have coordinates coming up on your HUDs," A'sharad was saying as he typed away at a wristpad into the armour he wore. "Your orders are to search for living souls. You'll not make contact with them. It'll be handled by another unit." There was a pause, before he added. "If you didn't go through containment's procedures, I'm leaving you and your entire unit on this planet." There was a click, and he left his commlink on standby, which was basically a 'don't contact me again,' and then Zerek was on the move again.

"Yeah they probably did, you know, like, why else is it so silent out here?" The first stormtrooper continued on from their conversation before.

"You tell me man, hasn't High Command watched any horror holofilm -ever-?"

"Yeah, right? We should've been searching for survivors after we blew it all up."

"People would hate us though, it'd make the entire Order look bad."

"Hey, did you catch the latest-"

"Wait, aren't these recorded?"

 

[Maizono]

Mephout: Stage One.
Post 1
Location: Kaedo, Komaru Class Cruiser, Above the City

Maizono's warship stood been sitting in high orbit just outside the planet's gravity well for awhile now. She served as the escort for the starship that carried all the Army's transport ships, which had recently begun landings on the planet's surface. The Kaedo had undergone extensive refits prior to the current event, and another one in preparation for the landing, with the refits including the removal of many weapons to create additional hanger space. Maizono's vessel was able to carry six scout craft and two shuttles, specifically for the purpose of missions such as these.

Her scout craft and gunships were to be used to support the troops on the surface, and once the cruiser had began to descend into the skies of the planet, the lower hanger bay doors would open and small craft would launch. The Kaedo looked like a high flying bird at the altitude it was sitting at, so it was close enough to use it's scanners to precisely make out any lifeforms in the entire city.

"Commence the scan", Maizono would order.

The Kaedo concentrated it's planetary scanners on the massive city below. A live visualization of the scan would be displaced for the commander to see. The results weren't unexpected. All that could be seen are the tiny specs of the soldiers entering the city. Nothing else. The city was dead.

"Relay the results to Central Intelligence", any member of the FO military that needed to see the results would receive them.

Four gunships slowly flew over the city, making sure to hover in the area above and behind the ground troops. Should they need help, they were only a commlink away.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Post I
Objective I: Mephout, Stage I

'TAKE ME!!!!'

Graf sat up with a jolt, hitting his head against the circular durasteel ceiling of the escape pod. The old man rubbed his temple, feeling a bruise starting to form, as he looked around the interior. It was plain grey but the seats and walls were padded and not to mention rather comfortable, supposedly this was to relieve the impact of landing on a planet within the escape pod. Tanomas started using the control console to his right and he began to look through the various functions of the escape pod, seeing what he had at his disposal.

A list was pulled up shortly after;

'LIFE SUPPORT: FUNCTIONAL, 1 STANDARD HOUR OF OXYGEN REMAINING
HYPERDRIVE: NON-FUNCTIONAL, RENDERED INERT AFTER AUTOMATIC HYPERSPACE JUMP
PROPULSION: NON-FUNCTIONAL, DESTROYED BY FOREIGN SOURCE
COMMUNICATIONS: FUNCTIONAL'

Perusing the list, Graf deduced that the self-destruction of the Abdicator must've jolted the escape pod free and it launched, afterwards making a hyperspace jump to the nearest First Order controlled planet which, according to the computer, had been Mephout. Noting that the communications array was still operational, the admiral recorded a message "To anybody who receives this transmission, this is Admiral Graf of the FIV Abdicator, I am currently in an escape pod near the planet of Mephout. I require extraction as soon as possible." and sent it out on all frequencies, as well as activating the distress buoy aboard the escape pod.

Wincing as he sat back, Graf looked down as he remembered that one of those things had clawed him hours earlier aboard the star destroyer. Taking off the scratched chestplate, he was surprised to learn that the creature hadn't pierced his skin, only causing the plastoid to bend inwards and dig into his skin. Tanomas was still bleeding though, so he put that medical degree to use by grabbing the emergency medical kit and going to work. He failed to realize the ever growing sphere outside of the viewports until the last minute.

"Oh sithspit..."

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[Basileus Isauros]

Post: 1
Objective 1: Mephout, stage 1
Location: Orbit above Mephout

Basileus didn't manage to collect all the escape pods, the explosion from the Abdicator damaged the short-range sensors of the Excubitore. He did manage to collect some survivors, all clean as far as he knew. @Rexus Wenck, a Stormtrooper who witnessed the event first hand practically ordered Basileus to contain reports of what the disease is. He had to send a ship wide report making up a new fake disease to keep morale in check, it did little for the survivors though.

The Excubitore sensors had followed some of the escape pods to Mephout. He would meet others on Mephout.

Basileus received a distress signal as he exited hyperspace over Mephout.

"To anybody who receives this transmission, this is Admiral Graf of the FIV Abdicator, I am currently in an escape pod near the planet of Mephout. I require extraction as soon as possible."

 

[H3xle]

Post: 1
Seoul: Stage 1
Location: Lionheart

Calenna strode onto the bridge of Lionheart as the ship slid into orbit over Seoul.

"Status report." she said, coming to the command chair and skidding easily into it. The arms unfolded into a series of screens that showed various functions of the ship.

"The diplomatic team has made there way down well to Seoul from their ship. Everything seems set for their security detail, from chatter on FO lines. Seoul police in the capital are dealing..."

"Thank you Sean." she said, turning to face him for a moment with a nod toward the aft. "Grab some shut eye, I have the conn."

She heard the door in the back of the bridge open and close as she took in the info on her screens and listened to the sounds of the bridge at shift change. The Lionheart had drawn escort duty for this trip to Seoul. Some Captains considered such duty to be routine and a milk run. Calenna had more ambition, so her ship was monitoring as much open bandwidth as was sensible for anything that might jeopardize the security of the diplomatic detail.

Little did she know, she'd already passed over the most pertinent news.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Seoul
Post: 1
Stage: 1

Art should never be made into a competition.

Ludolf was nothing but a military leader, but even he had surprisingly strong opinions when it came to the arts. It wasn't exactly the populist nature of the so-called Idol competition that necessarily bothered him. He couldn't put his finger on it, exactly. But the feeling of manufacturing artists based upon vocal auditions just seemed rather gauche to his sensibilities. Perhaps if they were performing original material, that might be something. But as far as Ludolf knew, they were simply covering the tunes of others.

Thankfully he didn't have to worry about any of this beyond a few offhand thoughts. It was his fiancee', [member="Marzena Choi"], who was to be a judge in the competition. For once, the roles were reversed. Marzena was on her home turf and had all the power in this weekend's outing; Ludolf was simply along for the ride.

The doors to Marzena's backstage room slid open to reveal the Supreme Commander's tall form, carrying a bag of luggage behind him.

"Sorry I'm late, hon," Ludolf said, moving towards Marzena to share a private moment with her, leaning down to give her a kiss while setting down the luggage. He would get settled in the hotel later. "Are you and the baby hungry? Would you like me to get you something?"

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Location: Seoul
Stage: 1
Post: 2

Marzena took up her place near the front row of seats, her eyes shifted to watch the crowd filtering through the doors. For the moment, no one of note had entered. This momentary lull gave the pop star a moment to quietly reflect. She couldn’t deny the quick flutter of nerves. Of course, Marzena had kept tabs on the career of [member="Hannabeth Yun"], but it had been years since the two had actually met in person. It had been far too long. She bowed her head slowly, unable to banish the heavy feeling of guilt. Marzena had long since convinced herself that the breakup of Diva Machine had not been her fault entirely, but she still remembered the bitter conflict that had taken place upon her exit. It wasn’t selfish to want success, but it had been selfish to put her own fame before the feelings of her friends.

A broken friendship could be repaired, right?

After greeting a few members of the First Order and showing them to their seats, Marzena made her way backstage again. The remaining diplomats would be ushered in by the Eyagi Studio production assistants. She paused as the door opened, and briefly spotted Anna Yun making her entrance, entourage in tow. A moment of panic seized Marzena, and she dashed inside her dressing room. Slowly, she turned to look at the door. She wouldn’t be able to hide here forever; she would have to face Anna in a matter of minutes. However, a much needed distraction had arrived. A smile grew on her face at the sight of [member="Ludolf Vaas"], she moved forward to greet him as he entered.

“I’m glad you made it,” She started, moving close to be wrapped in his embrace. “The baby and I are a little hungry.” Marzena giggled, it seemed that her appetite was never quite satisfied these days. “Let’s go out to dinner after the show, okay? I’ll treat you to a Seoularian feast.”

It was going to be quite a weekend, a true family affair. Marzena had recently been back to Seoul to visit her Grandmother, to share the news of her engagement and pregnancy. While Granny had eventually warmed up to the idea of becoming a great-grandmother, she had scolded Marzena for failing to bring her fiancé. This time he would be there to make a proper introduction. Sebastian was also on Seoul, rumored to be meeting [member="Ciana Teigra"] for another potential partnership between Kingdom Group and Panacea. However, Marzena had suspicions that it was really a veiled excuse for a date.

She draped her arms around Ludolf’s neck, and looked up into his blue gaze.

“Just so you know, this isn’t high art.” Marzena jested, “But have some fun tonight anyway. You should probably go find your seat, there’s one reserved for you.”

Marzena took the chance to give him another kiss before letting him leave.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Post One.
Mephout: Stage One.
Location: Orbit above Mephout

Jaster had assisted Commander [member="Basileus Isauros "]with the extraction and safety of the survivors of the Mark X Star Destroyer that was lead by Admiral [member="Tanomas Graf"]. His flagship, the Negotiation, was more equip with quarantine areas and medical bays, thus he ordered it back to the nearest First Order Medical Facility after they were cleared of the virus. His soldiers were also unable to clearly get a sample of the virus as the Imperial Navy saw it impertinent to set fire to all bodies instead of study them. Jaster was upset about this and was about to make a complaint to high command when he received a message from Imperial Military Command. The Governor was the only genesis in the area and was commanded to assist Commander lsauros and General [member="Asharad Graush"] with a missing survivor of the Star Destroyer. Jaster was also to provide medical quarantine equipment and expertise with dealing with this unknown situation. This was however a Military Operation and Jaster was to answer to all military decisions.

Now the Governor was in the hanger bay of the Commanders Hanger bay awaiting the shuttles that would take him and his medical team to the surface. They didn't have much as they didn't account for an outbreak, but with the knowledge of the virus they brought Corporate Containment Suites and Bio-Scanners for the Quarantine Camp. He was just waiting for the Commander to issue the order for him and the medical team to go planet side. Jaster walked over to control panel and radioed Commander Isauros, "Commander, the quarantine team is ready to go planet side, we shall await your orders in the Hanger Bay."

 

[Sage Annel]

Post 1
Location: Seoul
Allies: [member=Rolf Amsel] (writing Dash Fisko)

Sage was never one to turn down a vacation, and having just started work with the FOSB, any trip out of First Order space was a welcome respite. Training and orienting herself to the First Order lifestyle, with its rules, regulations, regimentation--other restricting words with a hard r to start with--had proven harder on the young near-Human than she had first imagined when she hitched a ride off of Coruscant with that generous First Order officer. His promises of galactic domination were more glamorous than the onslaught of memorization that Sage had been met with on her arrival. And she never got to party anymore. This is why Sage felt so happy to be on Seoul on the night of the Seoularian Idol live performance, dressed to kill, and on the arm of an up-and-coming nightclub owner. Dash Fisko had been invited to attend the event in the hopes that some form of deal could be struck between his management company and the Seoulian Idol people--performance venues and musicians had ways of mutually benefitting one another. Much as Dash and Sage did in this case.

After all, this was not really a vacation: First Order diplomats had been invited to attend the event on their own. The higher ups at the FOSB thought it might be beneficial to bolster the diplomats' presence with some undercover agents. Sage was meant to appear as arm candy for a non-political guest, meanwhile keeping her ear to the ground for information that may not be readily offered to known FO personnel. So, the young night club owner helped Sage land her first major FOSB assignment, and Sage helped Dash keep up appearances on his business venture. And certainly neither minded the other's company. For now, Sage and Dash sat next to each other in the audience as men and women filed in to the theatre.

Sage put a hand on the man's leg next to her, "Do you know anything about this show? I have no idea what to expect."

 

[Basileus Isauros]

Post: 2
Location: Mephout
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"]

"Lock-on to that transmitter," Basileus said to his XO. "I'll take a shuttle to retrieve him. You are in command while I am gone."

"Yes sir, I know the procedure. No unannounced people to board the ship without showing credentials or unless you allow them." Lieutenant Rafike Cley responds

Basileus went to see Jaster off, he wasn't expecting a Governor to board his ship at such as short notice at the Red Nebula. He was surprised that the renowned genesis of Cong Prime would come to this area when his province was on the other side of First Order space. The Governor sounded furious when he heard that all remains of the virus were destroyed, which confused Basileus on the Governor's intentions. Basileus did not like political meddling in military affairs.

"You have permission to leave the ship, Governor @Jaster of Clan Awaud. I hope you are successful in your task."

Basileus boarded his Upsilon-class shuttle, again he thought about the inefficiency of the design and was just about prepared to jettison it into the sun, but he wasn't that far gone yet. He piloted the shuttle himself, leaving room for two passengers if needed. After departing the Excubitore the flight was quiet, almost too quiet for Basileus' taste. He attempted to send a message to Admiral Graf, he hoped the escape pod could still receive transmissions after the evacuation of the Abdicator.

"Admiral Graf, I am en-route to your location to extract you. I am glad to see that you managed to escape the explosion."

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Space, Mephout
Objective: 1
[member="Wolf"]


Unspeakable horrors no longer endangered the Mon Cal Sith Lord’s life, even though one was right in front of him still. Fortunately, Darth Veles had successfully subdued the infected Ren, making the ensuing flight a breeze and not a desperate fight for survival. While the Sith Lord meditated, kneeling on the escape pod’s far end, his prisoner lied on the distant floor, chained by the dark side’s might and rendered completely harmless. Wrapped in an unbreakable, green-hued mesh of powerful energy web that severed his connection to the Force and continuously sapped his energy, Wolfgang’s physical shell had no other choice than to remain motionless, all instincts driven by hunger crazed by the inability to act. Was he – it – even aware of the situation? Doubtful. Still, Veles kept his distance from the miserable sack of undead flesh. He did not dare to get too close and risk infection.

Resembling a symbol of mockery, the Ren’s cross-shaped lightsaber rested close to its owner’s body. So close, yet out of reach. Even worse - Veles' body showed no sign of injury, not even a scratch, ruling out the possibility of the Sith Lord turning into a mindless slave to the hunger for bloody flesh anytime soon.

“Do not worry, knight,” soothed Veles the undead Ren, big amber eyes casting a pitying look upon the human’s body, “Your suffering will be over soon.”

It pained him to see the poor, tortured soul like this – if it were up to him, Veles would have killed the knight of Ren. Death was merciful, after all, if it spared one from great suffering.

As soon as the First Order arrived and made the necessary preparations for taking the undead. Naturally, the amphibian had adjusted the distress message, informing all potential rescuers of what dangers rested inside – nobody needed another outbreak. While the escape pod continued to automatically broadcast its signal as it neared the surface of Mephout, Veles continued to sit and calmly meditate, delving deep into the Force and gathering the strength necessary for things to come. There was little more he could do right now other than wait for the First Order’s adequately equipped forces to deal with this mess. Regretfully, the pod lacked a long-range transmitter, built only with just enough bare necessities to allow for survival.

Shame.

Otherwise Veles would have signalled his personal HRDs to come and secure the pod and its infected occupant – droids could not get infected, and these particular HRDs have been bought and created for the very purpose of sanitizing filthy Sithspawn. Making a mental note to call them anyway once a chance presented itself, the Mon Calamari shut his large eyes closed again, expression and mind alike void of emotion. Something in his gut told him the sithspawn matter was far from over.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Character: Dash Fisko​

Post 1​

Location: Seoul​

In Vicinity: [member="Sage Annel"]​

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Dash Fisko had it pretty good, he had to admit. No longer was he scrounging around in the couch cushions for spare credits or conducting high risk deals with loan sharks in the underworld of Prosperia or Dosuun. No, now he was the boss man, at least when it came to his small chain of Synthwave clubs across First Order space. Avalonian Nights Incorporated. A smirk crossed his features as he thought about the company he'd begun to build. Truthfully, it felt like he'd turned a hobby of his, music, into an enjoyable occupation. It was that very occupation that had gotten him a coveted invite to the Seoularian Idol live event. He'd been noticed, likely due to his newest venture, Cloud 9000 over Bespin. It was an uptiered club, aimed at high end clientele and was a step away from the original grungy electronic music venues in Avalonia and Prosperia. Maybe if he was lucky he could get a contract with some of these musicians, win or no.

His eyes had been scanning the crowds from where the pair had been seated. He couldn't complain, the view from their seats was excellent and the sound from here was great. Resisting the urge to jam some tunes prior to the event start he instead removed a small lighter from his pocket and absentmindedly began to flick it open and closed. It was a nice night to be out, the weather great, the atmosphere full of energy. He was distracted from his thoughts as he felt a hand press against his leg. Smiling and turning to face the woman that had agreed to be his date for the evening he paused momentarily.

Dash was used to being surrounded by women but he could still feel a slight pang in his stomach when he looked towards his date. He hadn't deviated much from his usual attire but he had been sure to clean it up a bit, he couldn't afford to be seen as unkempt and so he had styled himself similarly but clean. His coat had gone to the cleaners, his hair had been actually done professionally and he'd even managed to clip his fingernails. Truthfully the situation wasn't that bad, he'd learned a thing or two over the past few years about self maintenance and the importance of a clean image. Raising an eyebrow he responded to the woman's question.

"Well, it's essentially the same concept as a school talent show for adults." He squinted slightly. That sounded like an oversimplification, but he moved on anyway. "There should be a few judges seated up that way..." He said, pointing to a small collection of seats. "...and they'll have the contestants come out and do their thing, singing, dancing, et cetera and then the judges will give their votes! It's not nearly as entertaining as the club scene but even clubbers have to be seen in public I suppose."

Smiling kindly he reached down and offered his hand to the woman as they sat.

"You're looking quite radiant this evening I'll say!"

 

[Ria Misrani]

Sejong City - Takoyaki Tea Lounge
Stage One, Post Two

"Seon," Dal said firmly as he leaned on his elbows, "enough, you're not going to release this, whatever this is - the people of this city have done nothing to you."

Seon sneered and stared at his brother, "nothing?" He scoffs again and settles back into his seat, "this entire city makes a mockery of my work, shames me for doing what everyone else here does? You? You take money on the side, and you're supposed to be some honorable police man?"

"Seon, you don't understand how things work - you never have, you never take the time to understand, you just rush into things," Dal rebukes him, "and now you're making these empty threats." Dal was disgusted with his brother, "you're not going to do anything, you're going to go with me or with them."

He gestures to uniformed officers who have just arrived. "Dal-hyung, surely you do not take me for stupid that I alone would arrive here with my prized possession." Seon rose from his seat and had a glint in his eyes, "right now, my associates are taking this virus and moving into key areas in the city."

"I see," Dal acknowledges and nods, "I see - so this is you holding the city hostage?"

"Not hostage," Seon replies, "but if you can drop these charges my associates and I would be grateful."

Dal laughs, "this is a hostage situation little brother and you are on the wrong side."

"Think about your words, Dal. One wrong move," he wags finger and tut-tuts his brother, "and I give the signal." He digs into his pocket and withdraws a little long range communication device. "All I have to do is press this, and my associates will begin to infect people."

"How?" Dal asks directly.

"It's so simple Dal-hyung, we've taken Sejong's forgotten - the improvished, the weak, the ones who yearn to be useful again and we tell them that by taking this." He nods with his head to the briefcase, "that they will be fulfilling their Ancestors' wishes and bring honor back to their families."

Dal shakes his head in disgust, "you dishonor our family, with this action."

"There will be no honor, no family or ancestors, it will be an entirely new Seoularian world order," not unlike what the Imperials had in mind but more to Seon's tastes.

"Seon..."

Meanwhile at the live event known as Seoularian Idol.

Hannabeth Yun looked herself over, and then looked over her notes. She had been a judge starting with the audition process and tonight was a special event. She was to pretend that she and Marzena were still the best of friends. Animosity was frowned upon especially between women. DIVA Machine had been a phenomena, a moment in time where a girl pop group had taken the world (Seoul) by storm.

Now, now they were little more than living legends as wave after wave of imitators and cover bands came through to be the next DIVA or DIVA Machine. Seoularian Idol would begin soon, the stage was ready and the host was getting a last minute touch up. Anna was introduced and escorted to her seat by security, legions of old DIVA Machine and new DIVA machine fans cheered. She blew kisses and stopped to sign a few autographs as she was promptly seated, and next to her.

[member="Marzena Choi"]'s seat, and just as with Hannah, Marzena was introduced. A louder round of cheers and applause could be heard as her name was announced and she was led to her seat.

The other two judges were announced and the holocameras were ready, to roll in three, two-

"Anyo! Welcome to SEEEEEEOULARIAN Idol!"

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 2
Location: Seoul
Phase: 1

Ludolf smiled as his lips met Marzena's.

"That sounds like a good plan. I haven't eaten anything since I left."

He figured [member="Marzena Choi"] would be hungry, considering she usually was nowadays. Sometimes her appetite even outclassed Ludolf's own, due to her pregnancy. He was looking forward to trying out the local delicacies with Marzena, although in his fiancee's current state that would likely mean a wild assortment of different things, due to her cravings. Vaas stepped back and made for the door.

"Alright, alright, I'll be out of your hair," He said in jest, although he could tell that Marzena was anxious, most likely due to the presence of her rival. She probably needed a few minutes to compose herself before she went out to do her job. "You don't need to tell me twice to relax and enjoy myself. I'll see you out there."

Ludolf left the room and the door closed behind him, and he made towards his seat in the studio. He actuall did intend to enjoy himself today; it was a rare day without any responsibilities. All he had to do was sit and be an audience member, and then he could spend time with Marzena afterwards. What could be better?