Dominion Isolation | First Order Dominion of Red Nebula

[Aurelian Dash]

"Astute observation." he grumbled in response to Isobel's assessment of their newfound situation. It had taken a moment to catch up with them but he could smell the foul, unforgettable smell of decomposition. More specifically, human decomposition. It wafted in through the filters in his mask, all toxicity removed but the stench... nothing could filter that out. It caused him to nearly gag before he quelled his unsettled stomach. He noted that Nakano had requested the schematics, his eyes darting to his rear once more - he could see... a shambling mass. Is that... bodies? The agent couldn't make it out, the dim lighting only just illuminating them. "Hey Shep - What do you think the odds are we make it back to the shuttle? Might be worth looking for an alternate exit.

He couldn't remember from the briefing if all the escape pods had been blown, or none - a detail that made him grimace. "Maybe there's pods left?" he put on a brave face. They hadn't needed to fire yet but the mass was getting closer, and there was no telling where in the maze of corridors another horde might be forming. Nine hells.

The Major | Isobel Nakano​

 

[Isobel Nakano]

"What is that smell?" Isobel gasped as the stench of the undead permeated her mask. She could feel the bile rising in her throat, and struggled to maintain control of herself. It wouldn't do well to vomit into her rebreather mask and suffocate on it. "How much further?" she demanded of The Major , a tinge of panic creeping into her voice as the shambling crowd of -- whatever the hell they were -- continued advancing into the light, giving Isobel her first look at the infected, confirming her worst fears. They were identical to the monsters they had found on Molokov's lab on Alpinn. Several of them tripped over a disused panel, causing a cascading effect as the ones behind stumbled over them and so forth.

"They're dumb," she murmured to her companions. "Good to know."

Dumb, but determined. They didn't stop. They kept coming.

"Remember the lab," said Isobel under her breath. "Have to destroy the brains, but they seem to be attracted to sound. I call that a no-kriffing-win situation." She was tempted to suggest they retreat and destroy the ship, but the promise of a treatment for the Blackwing Virus was too enticing. They needed to locate this mystery scientist if he was still alive and get the hell off this nightmare ship.

Aurelian Dash | The Major​

 

[Acheron]

Sickness. It was the stench of sickness. Long had it been locked away behind inactive blast doors, sealed from accessing the corridors and running rampant across the decks of the Virulent. Not anymore. With the reactivation of the reactor paths that had once been shut now lay open - creatures once confined moved forth. Most of all, the overwhelming hunger threatened to wash over the entirety of the ship, feral beings seeking one thing and one thing only. Blood.

Acheron was no different, the scent of fresh meat stark on his nose, the sense of life permeating his every fiber. Flesh. Though many corridors now swarmed with the undead, one remained empty by matter of will. It was not by way of skill, or even practice - but instinct that Acheron could sense another being with a similar thirst traversing the Virulent's halls. Good. Good. Come to me... the raspy voice whispered in the darkness. Ahead, the dim spackle of light as an opened panel sparked, red combat lighting illuminating the corridor in a hazy glow. At one end a shadow slunk about, bestial almost. At the other, Acheron. Raising his dry, cracked voice he spoke for the first time in years.

"And what have we here.... a gift from Sieger it seems."

With a violent grin stretching across his mottled features, the familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber ignited in Acheron's grasp. Crimson as the blood splattered cloak he wore, scarlet as the flesh upon his face, embers glowed where his eyes should have been.

"It brings us flesh, so juicy sweet, doesn't it?"

Firenne Van-Derveld​

 

[Aurelian Dash]

"No win is an undestatement Lotus." Aurelian grumbled, firing two succinct shots towards the rear. With a fizzle and sickly pop two... creatures fell to the floor. "There's so many of them." The exasperation in his voice was audible, the sheer numbers now shambling towards them picking up speed as the smell of life, the smell of fresh meat graced their nostrils. "What would you recommend then - we don't have time to dilly dally unless you fancy becoming that." Another few shots echoed in the narrow corridor as he picked off the closest of the beasts behind them.

"These ones might be dumb." he added. "But if the reports were to be believed we'll be lucky if they stay that way. Soon as they get a taste of fresh blood they're liable to become more than just shambling mouths. They'll be fully awakened then." The reports Aurelian had read revealed that something of the original person remained, some base knowledge, an instinct, to the point where they could even manage to wield weapons. He hoped that didn't happen quickly. Perhaps the reports were inflated, misconstrued - gods knew he hadn't seen Blackwing this close before. It was unnerving to consider. "That way!" he shouted quickly, pointing down another corridor which seemed to open up wider. "The labs are this way!"

Isobel Nakano | The Major​

 

[Isobel Nakano]

When Dash opened fire, Isobel flicked the safety off on her carbine and joined him. Maybe they could slow the horde down by felling those in front, causing the rest to trip and creating a chain reaction. She didn't have the time to line up each shot; they had to keep moving. Still, her aim was fairly decent, and several of the monsters went down, creating a cascade effect. It slowed them, but not enough.

Not nearly enough.

"Kriff," Isobel spat. She followed Dash's direction and headed down the corridor, searching for signs of the lab they were looking for. Finally, she found the name of the scientist on a door tag, and activated the controls. An error tone sounded and the light above the door flashed red. "Locked," said Isobel curtly, instead of the more fragrant language she had wanted to use, which would have required several long and comedic bleeps.

"Cover me," she said. "I'll try to crack it. Unless either of you happen to have the codebook for this kriffing derelict?" she asked rhetorically, sinking to her knees before the panel. She jacked her datapad into it and glanced over her shoulder. The undead swarm had not stopped coming, though their shambles meant she had -- probably -- a good thirty seconds before they reached the trio and thirty seconds after that to live although, she guessed, they probably wouldn't want it.

"Come on," she hissed at the datapad. "Come on, come on!"

The Major | Aurelian Dash​

 

[The Major]

Unlike the lighter weapons handled by her teammates, Agent Shepard couldn’t both control the aim of her repeating blaster and run -any shots that connected would be pure luck- there being no sufficient amounts of the stuff to assist in their corner of the galaxy. On top of that issue, there was also the troublesome tactical notion that allowing their spacing to falter with wide gaps would make being separated by the horde and picked off as an appetizer a likely reality. Better to run as fast as possible.

All she had to do for now was follow Agent Dash’s instructions, which were quite detailed considering he was fighting for his life, and Agent Nakano’s cursing. He was calm, or at least doing a good job of pretending. She was a little more cranky than usual, which meant they were in real trouble.

Once Isobel was punching in codes to their supposed salvation, Sybil stepped up behind and took a preparatory stance to bear down upon the horde. Her right calf leaned up against Nakano’s backpack, not enough to push but enough to make it obvious. If one of the infected managed to figure out their blasters and sent one at the Door Cracker they would all be screwed anyway. Might as well put her own body to good use as a shield.

Naturally, there was one more way she could mitigate their issue temporarily.

!GEHBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOH!​

The pockets of supercharged plasma exploded upon contact with the shambler armada, searing off flesh in charred bits if hitting unarmored points, or burp shoving those still in shells of protection.

!BOHBOBOBOBO!​

Bodies were jerked backwards like bad animatronics, tumbling end over end.

As she let them have it, a grin started to unfurl upon her face as she concentrated. Tight at first, then wide and growing larger and larger until it threatened to the point of almost looking like her face was going to split apart at the cheeks. Pouring it on, she noticed that some of the victims were still moving, either shaking back up to take another crack at their relentless march, or crawling with burst limbs.

Time to reload. One spent power pack pinged upon the deck and another slapped back into place. Around them, the wretched stink of ozone and spilt viscera spread upon the floor. Gun fever was boiling her up, touching upon some part of her brain like a friendly instinct -shy only a few degrees from full fledged insanity.

In her element at last. What relief.

!GEHBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOH!
Isobel Nakano | Aurelian Dash
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[Isobel Nakano]

The reassuring pressure of Shepard's leg against Isobel's backpack was something, a grounding touch in this bizarre and terrifying and frankly surreal moment. She forced herself to keep her attention focused on the symbols cycling through the datapad's cypher program. Turning to look behind her would help no one, least of all her. Terror would do no good. It might even do harm -- for instance, if Isobel had a heart attack and died of sheer horror. Still, her breathing was becoming rapider, a light fog beginning to rise up from the bottom of her mask.

Calm down calm down calm down calm down calm -- "Got it!" she cried as the screen flashed green. The door whirred open and Isobel tore the cracker device from the panel and nearly collapsed inward into the lab. "Get in, get in, get in, get in, get in get in getingetingetin!" she was shouting, nearly hysterical by then, unable to tell from her position scrambling into the relative safety of the lab whether her partners were coming. She took a split second to catch her breath and hauled herself to her feet, peering around the doorjamb, blaster following suit.

She provided suppressing fire as she waited for Dash and Shepard to make their way into the lab, then locked the door again behind them, leaving the undead hoard battering ineffectually against the bulkhead and door. "At least... that should hold... indefinitely," Isobel panted, doubling over in exhaustion as the adrenaline subsided, leaving her breathless and shaken as she slumped to the floor, trembling. At long last, she had no witty repartee, no quip on hand. She wanted to vomit and she wanted to cry.

They had time for neither.

The Major | Aurelian Dash​

 

[Aurelian Dash]

It was a tenuous position they found themselves in. Comms echoed with screams, loud voices of uncontrolled panic. I thought these were veterans, cream of the crop? Aurelian couldn't blame them. As the oncoming horde closed in he could feel the tension in his chest rise, the sight of these corrupted men and women becoming clearer with each step. Gray flesh, putrid and sloughed from the bone. Blackened blood like a slug's slime coated the deck behind them. He could feel his heart pounding within his chest, pace slowing only a hair as the Major's blaster joined the cacophonous melody reverberating off the bulkhead. Adding a few more staccato notes of his own he cast a quick glance behind to ascertain their quickly depreciating situation.

A brilliant splash of green filled his peripherals, the familiar sound of sealed doors spreading open only just audible over the chaotic symphony. Isobel's exclamations were all he needed to hear. His feet spurred into motion, soles of his boots squeaking on the dull deck plating. Ducking below his comrades firing line, he dodged into the lab. Unfortunately for the agent his toe slipped, sending him barreling elbows first into the deck - a violent clatter accompanied by an audible "Oof". Picking himself up quickly Aurelian looked back towards the doors.

"Get those sealed!"

Half raising his blaster to the open door he scanned the room they'd entered. What he saw chilled him to the bone. It was as if some otherworldly being had seen fit to adorn the pristine white surfaces in a scarlet mural.. well.. black mostly now. The blood had dried but it was undeniable, whatever slaughter had occurred here... Shattered glass, cracked transparisteel - If the rest of the labs in the section were like this the chances of anyone surviving was slim to none.

The Major | Isobel Nakano​

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

Hopefully, the Knights were okay, Tanileu kept her hands steady on her weapon. She only hoped the doors would hold, but something told her that wasn't going to be the case. Silence crept eerily among those on the bridge, anticipation swept through the minds of those who stood at the ready, and then the loud KRUNCH - PHOOM - THUD - THUD - PHOOM.​

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silence.​

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Then again the sounds of the undead trying to get into the bridge, the Storm Commando watched as the thick blast doors that kept intruders out of the bridge was punched inward. What the chite... Tanileu thought as she knelt down and raised her weapon to look down sights. She swallowed hard and swore she could feel every single beat of her heart. The woman thought it was gonna pop right out of her chest, her hands went cold with sweat. Thank the balance she wore gloves, a random thought to distract her otherwise paranoid mind as she continued to watch the doors be punched inward. ​

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Malformed, bloated into an undignified line of metal that looked ready to be popped as the horde grew stronger.​

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The door began to crack and she could see the horrific deformities of the undead as they moved to pry the door with their legion.​

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Tanileu's finger went to the trigger, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She paced her breathing and waited for the first member of the horde to show their face. Again the sounds of the horde accompanied by their rage, their hunger and the constant berating of their armor against the door. Dulled alabaster armored hands pushing the doors apart. ​

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Vakim Duval ​

 

[The Major]

"Stars!" Splat out Agent Shepard. Even the smell of spit in her mask was better than the diarrhea cocktail swirling in a solo cup that was this room. It was a worthless pursuit, but she started piling whatever loose furniture against the now sealed door, pushing a table up to it, followed by a chair before leaning a curio for scientific doodads over on the lot of it. The scratching hisses of the infected just outside were at least muffled somewhat now. Nevermind the shattered equipment pockmarked with old blood droplets, they were out of one boiling pot and on another oil slicked skillet.

Small comforts were key during such trying times.

Another power pack, closer to empty than full, was swapped with heavy hands. Finally, something not befouled with body fluids or chemicals could litter this room.

"Command should have given us some Dontworry or Glitterstim. This op is a nerve burner, and this room? Look at it! I can hear the bloody boss battle music." What one could actually hear was her grinning under her protective rebreather as she spoke. It was nigh euphoria, rapture in chaos, giddiness at watching the proverbial sword dangling over their heads. Her fear level had been surpassed, and while this didn't make her a histrionic mess, it made her disturbingly confident, if not annoyingly nihilistic.

"Guys, this is it. Gonna be space stew. Sixty Sixed, for sure. Hey, Dash!" She whirled about to face him, making a vague gesture of approval with one hand.

"You smell good. All the time. I dunno what that cologne is, or aftershave, or what. Nailed it. Absolutely. Shame we're stuck in this stink." Next she shuffled a turn and stood over Agent Nakano.

"You've a nice butt. Now get on your feet, En. If you're terminating it's with a blaster in hand and a curse out your mouth." Sybil put her hands underneath Isobel's armpits. and hoisted her to stand. She was what, 55-60 kilos heavy with full gear? Not a problem for the Almanian to heft and throw.

"Who takes point? I'll take point!" She spun on her heels and leveled the repeater, advancing deeper into the series of rooms, eyes sparkling with the cruel sheen of deviant glee.

Isobel Nakano | Aurelian Dash ​

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Slowly, Isobel came back to herself. Unfortunately, with self-awareness came around-self-awareness, too. She slowly realized that they had not escaped from the horror holofilm. Instead they had moved from a high-intensity version of the horror film to a horror/thriller hybrid. Now instead of the nightmare being clawing at their backs, it was lurking in the darkness. Having caught her breath and been bucked up by Shepard, Isobel was surprised to find her colleague hauling her to her feet. She put her legs down to provide a sturdy base for when Shepard set her down.

She did. Gently. Isobel was only a little worried the woman, in some manic fit, would hurl her onto the pile of detritus that she was using to barricade the door. But no. Isobel was safe and sound. "She has a point," Isobel told Dash as she joined Shepard in barricading the door. "You always smell good. And -- well," she said, lofting her eyebrows; it went without saying that Lotus' posterior was beyond reproach. When the door was barricaded, finally, Isobel dusted off her hands and said: "You're very tall, Shepard. I find that reassuring."

She slung her carbine over her shoulder and drew her pistol. "Let's keep moving. Either this motherkriffer is here or he isn't, but I'm not going to stay here and wait to get eaten by whatever the hell those things are," she said, hooking her thumb back towards the door. She moved deeper into the lab, reaching the next door and thumbed the controls to open it. "Not quite as much blood in here," said Isobel, a note of cautious optimism in her voice. "Are we getting closer to the signal?"

Aurelian Dash | The Major​

 

[Aurelian Dash]

What I'd do for some stims. A nervous chuckle followed the women's comments, his brain struggling to process the erratic conversation thrown in amongs their inevitable doom. What the.. "Hey! Get a grip!" he yelled, demeanor snapping back into his old self. Before his words could even reach her, The Major had gone gallivanting deeper into the lab space, blaster drawn. "Oh come on - we best catch up." he muttered towards Isobel.

Allowing the sounds of pounding on the durasteel of the door behind them to fade away, Aurelian stepped carefully around strewn debris. A handheld device here, shattered glass there, an odd instrument or tray. Despite power being restored the lights here were barely functional, only a few flickering and others smashed out. "That doesn't bode well." Aurelian pointed out a thick, wide trail of long dried blood along the deck leading deeper into the lab area. "None of these consoles are up either. Is there anything in the schemes that indicates a head research office?" he asked. They needed to find something, anything, and get the hells out of Mos Eisley. Not only was their only obvious egress blocked off by the flesh eating undead but who knew what kind of toxins were in the air - their filters wouldn't last forever.

Isobel Nakano | The Major

 

[The Major]

Tall? Oof. Luckily, Dash's utterance reeled Sybil back from the brink of going rogue.

As they advanced and the queerness of the last few minutes faded the trio could steel themselves against the horror and smell. Their line tightened, their reaction time improved, and clues on what happened here and why started to lace together. Less disorganization, more effectiveness. Together they sussed out the location of the head office, tucked away at the furthest corner within the series of connected rooms and labs. Navigating there took a little longer than usual since they had to bypass a few devoured bodies -so badly mauled and chewed that they could no longer resurge themselves, even if a few of the lot still twitched occasionally in a nausea inducing manner.

They came upon the head researcher, or what was left of him, anyway. Seems like during the fighting he put a blaster to his temple rather than be eaten alive. The proper choice. Didn't mean his neck and torso hadn't been torn out any less. Above the corpse was a torn out, bloody vent, meaning that whatever got the target researcher figured out a way to climb out and spread its evil to the rest of the ship. The personnel aboard must have thought that locking the door would buy them enough time.

"Poor Bastards." Murmured Shepard. She moved up to the Target Corpse and examined the ruined desk around the scene. A dimly lit datapad with a removable shard was resting upon a console. Looks like there was a little luck on their side. Sybil herself didn't know how to decrypt or search the device for information, but she was brave enough to lean over the desecrated body and fetch the pad for everyone's sake. Thankfully the corpse didn't animate like some bad monster vid. She turned and offered the pad over to her teammates. They could decide how to proceed.

Isobel Nakano | Aurelian Dash​

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

Kill or be killed.​

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The bridge was alive with blaster fire as the horde pushed their way through the doors. Disheveled to the Netherworld and back. The contours alone spoke of the enormous strength they had with them. The terrifying roars that came from them were enough to scare the piss out of any anyone, Tanileu didn't care how much of a hardened veteran you were. Only in her case she didn't have time to show it training and muscle memory kicked in. The stormtroopers maneuvered expertly a credit to the sharp, regimental training they themselves had been put through. ​

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Back to back with one of them, Tanileu made use of a riot baton they scavenged from a nearby armory on the way in. "Bridge team to engineering, labs, how much longer are you guys gonna take? Just curious, really." Inquired the Storm Commando in between clashes with her baton or the sounds of blasters from the stormtroopers whilst the horde began to push through the bridge. She cut the comms and looked down at her code cylinder that beeped, it was downloading data regarding the recording she had seen earlier.​

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Tanileu took a spare moment to then dump any other data she could fit there on the cylinder. Kriff. Kriff. Kriff. "Duval! Get your men, and head back for the hangar we'll need to hold out until the rest of the team finishes!" At the very least that would get them out of the bridge and distract the horde long enough for the Storm Commando to begin the self-destruct sequence. All these old model Resurgents had them, right, please say yes. She thought to herself as she grabbed hold of the baton and made use of it to push back a few of the undead.​

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Vakim Duval | Aurelian Dash | The Major | Isobel Nakano ​

 

[Isobel Nakano]

"Touchy," Isobel said, a gentle pressure on the second syllable as she glanced at Dash. She reloaded her blaster as she followed the team deeper into the labs. She sighed wearily when they came across the corpse of what looked like the head researcher. Without medical equipment, and with so little of the head left to identify, they couldn't confirm the man's identity. But the body was wearing a lab coat with a nametag matching the head researcher's name. "Blast," Isobel swore.

She watched Shepard lean over the corpse and retrieve the datapad. Isobel held out her hand for it and plugged her datapad in to crack it. When she spoke, her voice was dull and discouraged: "One of you want to find us a route back to the hangar while I slice this thing?" Her fingers worked over the controls, her gaze studying the datapad readouts as she worked. "Tough," she grunted at her comrades. "Why? Those shambling monsters aren't going to be able to operate a datapad." She frowned thoughtfully.

"Unless..." Her voice fell silent and she continued to work through the datapad. Tanileu's transmission came through in all its combat-driven cacophony. Isobel grunted and switched the channels so they could concentrate; better to leave it to The Major or Aurelian Dash to answer. "Ah!" she shouted as the datapad's encryption finally fell. "Got it!" She scrolled through the datapad's contents, eyes tracing over the data therein. "I'm not a scientist but I think it's what we're after. It's too bad the researcher died before he could get it to us."

Isobel glanced at Dash and Shepard in turn. "I say we keep this quiet until we get out of here. If we upload, they have no reason -- other than the goodness of their hearts, which I'd never doubt -- to wait for us to extract."

Aurelian Dash | The Major | Resurgent Narrative​

 

[Kim Dae-Hyun]

DK had pulled transport duty. Not usually a problem, although he always preferred the speed and maneuverability of a TIE fighter. But this assignment? Weird.

The audio coming from the comlink channel would haunt his memories and dreams for a long time to come. He could only pray for the poor souls that were in the bowels of the ship. Struggling. Maybe dying. He chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully as she listened, then stood and paced towards the back of the transport. More gnashing. More screaming. He grimaced and activated the public address. "Listen up Black Team, this is Black Leader. This sounds like it's going to be a hairy dustoff. Let's get all the equipment stowed and the preflights done now so that when our people get back there's no delay. They might be bringing friends."

He knelt and began to stow the tools that they had taken out to do some analysis, carefully tucking them back into the storage units in the rear before he stood and went back to the cockpit, plopping down into the pilot's seat where he began to work through the pilot's pre-flight checklist.

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

Officially this job never happened, but nevertheless Black Squadron was at the ready. Or at least they had been ordered to do so, this time Black Leader would be flying a transport, same as Black-Four. The others would run as escorts, with another squadron to follow them just as well, the Eagles but their job was to keep the so-called friends at bay. A group of commandos would be aboard one of the transports to ensure that those friends stayed aboard the Virulent.

Niance moved to get a preflight check of her TIE done so they could be ready to move sooner rather than later. Tools put away and droids shuffled off to the back of the hangar, all save for Bee. Her trusty ball of binary code who readied themselves in the TIE Fighter. The Imperial headed up the ladder and dropped down into the eyeball cockpit of her TIE. Getting into her seat she pulled her harness on and secured her helmet. "Systems check," she reported and waited as Bee ran their diagnostics. Once the droid chirped in approval, she watched as the rest of the systems came back. "Systems green, this is Black Three ready for launch."

Kim Dae-Hyun ​

 

[Firenne Van-Derveld]

OBJECTIVE 1
Tag: Acheron | Resurgent Narrative
Gear: Light battle armor | Lightsaber | Tactical Karambit
Muse Soundtrack: Five Finger Death Punch "Lift Me Up (feat. Rob Halford)"​

The wolf stalked through the shadowed hallways, senses ranging outward but in a controlled manner that spoke of hard-earned control, the stench of sickness pervading the air. From shadow to shadow, hallway to hallway, room to room, she methodically swept through the deck. There was nothing but a trail of broken infected left behind her, their necks snapped and chests crushed until they stopped moving. She had to remind herself that they were no longer sentient beings, and though they had antigens and vials of Doctor Fevris Derzelas ' cure, there was nothing that could be done for them.​

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Even for one raised by the Sith and trained by the cruelest of Dathomiri witches, this was beyond the pale. There was a line you simply didn't cross, and this? This was so far beyond that line it was as if it had been obliterated.​

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Firenne paused, head canted to the side as she watched more of the shambling creatures emerge from a passage newly opened with the surge of restored power. She swore creatively within her mind, but what emerged audibly was a low, rumbling growl that almost didn't fit her canid form. Leaping forward from her position in a doorway, she made quick work of them, barely noticing as their clawed hands tried to find purchase in her fur and dig through her skin. The crunch of the last one's neck in her jaws was a satisfactory sensation, and she whispered the words of the Balance to guide the dead in her mind as if it were a mantra.​

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Keeping a firm hold of it, she dragged the body along with her as she rounded the last corner and came face to face with the presence she'd sensed growing ever stronger as she hunted. A canid smile curled her muzzle as she dropped the body and shed her wolf form, bones snapping audibly as they rearranged and she didn't bother taking the care she usually did to keep her change from startling those around her.​

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The disuse of his voice was palpable as the sound traveled through the air, and it was several moments before she could manage to properly observe him in the flickering crimson light that bathed the hallway. The almost feral smile remained on her features, granting them a predatory grace as she stood still and held the familiar weight of her lightsaber hilt in her right hand. It remained unlit as a brow quirked upward and Firenne finally allowed her voice to emerge. "A gift from Sieger? I do hate to be the bearer of bad news...no, wait, I'm actually going to enjoy this. Sieger is dead. So are the Ren, save for you, and that's not going to last much longer, now is it?"​

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Fi took a step forward, igniting her weapon, the deep, verdant blade reminiscent of a forest at dusk, the crystal within humming softly through the Force. "Well, technically I did bring myself to you, so you're not entirely wrong. Though as a Lupine, frankly, I'm not exactly juicy or sweet. But you're welcome to try and take a bite. Fair warning, though...I bite back." she shrugged with a cheeky smile before darting forward, aiming a wide slash from his shoulder to his hip, mind reaching out to painfully pierce what remained of his own at the same time.​

 

[Isobel Nakano]

With the scientist's datapad safely secured, Isobel drew her own and pulled up the map of the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer that Delilah Graham had pushed to them. She set it on the table and flicked the holoprojector mode on, projecting a three-dimensional model of the warship over the table, flickering lightly in the dim light." They didn't have a lot of time for fancy graphics here, so Isobel just pointed, her pale hand creating a disturbance in the field. "We're here," she said, indicating a spot in the bowels of the ship. "We need to be here." She moved her hand, indicating the hangar where they had landed. "Unless, of course, we can't make it there."

She frowned and tapped the key for voice input on the program. "Show me escape pods on deck twelve." A red error message flashed. There were no escape pods on deck twelve. "Show me... escape pods nearest to primary laboratory with routing." There was a slight delay before a line of green appeared on the schematics. "Show me routing to the main hangar." Another green line appeared, this one dotted.

The young agent looked up at her comrades, their faces bathed in the blue-green light from the map. "What do you think?" she asked them. "None of these routes will be a walk in the park, but I think our best bet is to find a way back to the auxiliary hangar. We don't even know what the status of the main hangar is, or whether there are any escape pods left -- and if so, whether they can even be launched. It's a crapshoot." She looked between Aurelian Dash and The Major , dark eyes inscrutable.

 

[Acheron]

Eyes gilded in wreaths of flame watched the woman, her words stirring the hunger all consuming. Sieger, dead? Surely a deception. He could feel his concern drop away as his mind no longer fought for control, the basest needs of the Blackwing virus driving his actions. The silence hung between them for a moment, long enough for the familiar sound of another lightsaber igniting and the bask of green light to reflect off the bulkheads. A fraction of a second later the woman was in motion - faster than even the Knight of Ren at his peak could have properly defended against. Yet, somehow he was not cleaved in two.

Managing to bring the tip of his saber up and in line with the woman the two met mere inches away from his flesh, a vibrating crack of energy resounding and a flash of light threatening to blind his sensitive eyes. There was no thinking now, only doing - The Force served more than one master this day. Using the energy of the woman's blow he ducked to the side letting his own blade continue past his shoulder before bringing it back for a stab at her midsection, a lazy attempt at a riposte no doubt, but his muscles were beginning to limber. "Maybe we can work something out?" he offered as he regained his stance. Acheron's tongue flicked from between his teeth and wet his lips. "Get me off this ship, and maybe I'll let you live."

Firenne Van-Derveld​