@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]
Siobhan walked warily as they passed through the sector that had just been wrecked by their air strike, treading on burnt, charred and mangled bodies of zombies. Miraculously here and there a zombie still twitched, though the Omega mercenaries quickly put these stubborn creatures out of their misery with a gunshot or stab to the head.
Night had fallen, moreover, electric power had long died and now that they came close to the tunnels it was pitch-black. The red glow of Siobhan's cyborg eye gave her some illumination and Omega troopers carried flashlights. She gripped her boltgun, which had been loaded with buckshot, tightly as she walked, taking point at the head of the group.
The evidence of a battle was plain for all to see as they entered the tunnels. Scorch marks on the walls, discarded guns, dead bodies, though the latter seemed rather rare. Whatever one could say about the zombies, they clearly did not waste resources. Their goal was not mindless destruction or slaughter for a good feast, but conversion, mauling or killing their prey was a waste. All were meant to join the zombie collective and in turn become carriers of the virus.
But what malignant will had brought them into being? They were too precise, too calculated to be a simply accident brought about by honest scientists who had just wanted to find a cure.
But now was clearly not the time for such musings, they had to get to Cira and Company and then take the laboratory. If not contained soon, this could be a new Gulag Virus, so soon after the Galaxy had started to emerge from the dark ages. Siobhan came to a halt as they took another turn when the tunnels seemed to branch out. She reached out with her Force senses, scanning the area, giving Tegaea a brief hand signal.
Suddenly Siobhan spun around and levelled her boltgun upward to fire at the ceiling, into the cobwebs. There was a loud shriek and a zombie and his blaster tumbled to the ground with a thud. She turned again towards a corner and fired, the round had such force that the zombie was thrust backward into the wall.
Then as she turned again she suddenly came under intense laserfire, zombies were coming in from the front and the right flank, laying down salvoes of blasterfire at them.
Still armed with her boltgun Siobhan dove for cover, yanking up the boltgun to fire at her attackers, taking down two more before they started lobbing grenades into the fray. She jumped to get out of the blast radius, leaping backward and firing while she did so. The zombies advanced relentlessly, she slammed the boltgun into the neck of one of them, breaking it. But this was the distraction the creatures needed and she was struck in the stomach by what to her surprise was a stun round.
In retrospect it appeared logical. After all, they wanted to convert. She reeled and fell to the ground, trying to draw on the Force to counteract its effects. More zombies swarmed, engaging Tegaea and the Omega mercenaries. Some came at them with blades and a variety of primitive melee weapons, others fired at them, retreating into the darkness when the resistance from the Omega forces became too strong.
As Siobhan regained her bearings and dodged rounds her boltgun was kicked out of her hands, then a blade slashed into her cheek, drawing blood. She brought up her mech hand in a violent thrust to knock the weapon away, then grabbed it by the blade and turned it towards the zombie. As another of the undead lunged at her, baring his fangs, she slashed her first attacker in the heart with the blade, then rammed her forehead into the chest of the second when he moved to pounce.
Surging up as more attackers came she held out her hand and her lightsabre flared to life. She twirled the blue blade, then stormed forward to engage, reflecting blaster rounds back to their shooters before attacking in a fast, brutal flurry. In such cramped quarters, with attackers coming at them from all sides, there was little time for fancy moves or complicated lightsabre forms whose names she coud barely remember anyway.
Limbs were amputated, heads rolled, opponents force pushed into walls. Holding her lightsabre in a one-handed grip she took ahold of the discarded vibroblade with telekinesis and sent it sailing through the air so that it cut off one of the head of an attacker, then brutally whirled around to meet a sword strike and cut the blade in half before thrusting the laser sword down and severing a zombie's right arm and shoulder.
Undeterred by this the zombie still lunged at her, its fangs moving towards her before she swung her sword and relieved it of its head. Blasterfire came her way and she moved to deflect before jumping to kick an opponent and slash downward. Blaster bolts missed her but impacted upon a loose piece of wall so that when she landed a brick hit the back of her head, knocking her down. She rolled to the side when attackers came, bringing up her blade in an angry flurry.
A zombie wielding a vibroblade slice into her shoulder and she gritted her teeth at the pain before managing to call on the Force to knock the creature into a wall. Clutching her wound she got up, as bolts whizzed past her head she sent several loose bricks flying towards the shooters.
