It's a Rakghoul Party and you're invited.

[Casandrae Vau]

Janus The Banshee Ghorua the Shark Janev Noska Talia Rennan

Prologue: Briefing Room ​

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Aboard the Paladin Consortium's Home Ship, "(insert name here Banshee)" ​

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Several of the Paladins' specialists were summoned to the war room of the Paladin's home ship (I dunno which) to watch a distress call. Cas just finished a sleep cycle and was still in her jumpsuit, her dark hair a disheveled mess. She had also opted to wear polarized goggles for when she wasn't wearing her armor. She found the easy-cleaning jumpsuits comfortable enough and so much easier to clean, freeing up more time for training. She entered and found the usual operatives, [member="The Banshee"] "Commander", [member="Ghorua the Shark"] "Hey big guy", [member="Janev Noska"] and a newcomer to the Paladins, [member="Talia Rennan"] . She gives the new girl a pat on the back when the holo-transmission was played once more.

"So what's all the commotion about-" Cas was shushed by the comms officer, the hologram of some desperate looking miner delivering a distress signal.

"... Is transmitting on all frequencies. If anyone receives this message... please... we need rescue... the Mining Ship Beskar'holm is... is... look, people are sick... and attacking each other."

The feed abruptly showed miners at their work stations, blasting away at rocks or driving mining trucks when some... things... vaguely humanoid in shape, descended on them, clawing and biting. The miners' screams of terror were drowned out by the things' howling, not to mention their brutal dismemberment and eating of the miners.

Cas couldn't help but cuss at the sight of the Rakghouls, creatures not seen or heard of in decades, existing only in obscure holonet references. "...Fethin'... hell are those?"

"If anyone can hear us, anyone... please help us, get us out of here. I'm holed up in the main comms room but... I don't know how long we'll last... people are stranded all over the place, barricading where they can. Please... we're just civilian miners..."

The sleep left Cas's eyes as the feed terminated and a silence fell on the room. Eyes turned to their field commander, Axel Vizla, aka [member="The Banshee"].

"So...Axel... We're... going to help those miners, right?" She asked, a bit hesitantly. Cas had always looked out for herself and her own, and believed only in the decency of helping others when you were capable of it. The Consortium employing her counted as helping her, and now it seemed time to pass the good deeds forward... That is, if the Paladins were in it for more than just credits.


(Mandalorian authorities)

The Distress call would also likely reach the Mandalorians, as the Mining Ship was inside their territory. It was unlikely this would go unnnoticed by the authorities.

[member="Isley Verd"] [member="Dralos"] [member="Break"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua the Shark was training when he heard the call. Well, kind of. Training and goofing off were almost the same thing to the Herglic. At the moment, he was in the hangar. Many mercenaries, all brought into the Consortium, were in a large ring around him, cheering him on. He wore a harness around his body, the tether connected to a large speeder-bike.

One merc was revving the vehicle, trying to move in one direction. Ghorua was trying to move in the other. The massive Herglic strained against his bonds as the speeder kicked into it's highest gear. Neither budged. Then, slowly, Ghorua began to walk forward, each resounding step a little victory. Finally, an explosion, and a small plume of smoke came from the Shark's adversary, and everyone cheered. The bike had broken.

Ghorua brought his arms up, body coated in a fine sheen of sweat. He reveled in his victory, happy to be around people who respected him for once. Being large like him garners plenty of name-calling and strange looks, but here he was accepted as a powerful ally. Which is why he only smiled wider when he was called down to the war room.

He didn't change for the occasion, opting to remain in his black wifebeater and grey cargo shorts, sweat still trickling down his giant frame. He walked into the room, glancing about at the people gathered. He nodded to Cas as she addressed him. "Hey kid, hows the weather down there?" Ghorua smiled, revealing rows of opal, serrated teeth. He really was a sight to behold without his battle gear. Slick black skin encompassed his whole body. His eyes were deep black, but contained a spark of humor. His biceps alone were larger than a regular human's head. And even though he was twice the height of the young teen below him, she still addressed him first. That took guts.

Ghorua's cheerful disposition disappeared when he began to watch the holovid. His smile descended into a small frown, the spark of life in his eyes faded. He watched on quietly, having to look away when things got ugly. He hid his momentary weakness by pretending to check his blaster pistol. He listened to the voice go on, and then the video was done.

The Hunter felt a shiver go down his spine. He crossed his arms defensively, and looked to Axel with intensity. The Herglic said nothing. His current emotion was almost unreadable. But inside? He felt fear. Kark, he felt fear. But further obscured by that was a sense of duty. They were powerful beings that had the ability to help these people. But he said none of this. Instead, he watched, and waited, drawing further into himself for comfort.

- [member="Casandrae Vau"] - [member="The Banshee"] - [member="Janev Noska"] - [member="Talia Rennan"] -

 

[The Banshee]

The man known as the Banshee stood leaning on the projection table, his expression unreadable. There were many anomalies in the galaxy, things that even in this twisted universe had no right to exist outside the realm of nightmares. The Rakghouls were one of these aforementioned manifestations of darkness, creatures that defied the laws of nature themselves.​

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Rakghouls were pretty much the Merriam-Webster definition of zombie. They didn't really fit anywhere on the food chain. They didn't have any natural predators, only prey. They went about infecting any sentient creatures they could find, warping them to become just like them. They were nasty, vicious creatures that only had one right, the right to be terminated.​

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The carrier was on its way to the New Mandalorian capital of Echoy'la to initiate contract negotiations between the Consortium and the Mandalorian Hierarchy. The signal seemed to have originated from the mining ship Bes'karholm, apparently carrying miners from the 14th colony where Besk'ar was able to be mined. It was a little out of their way, but morals dictated they would be best served altering their course a little. Plus, saving a group of miners would win them favor with the Mandalorians.​

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Axel leaned off the table as the transmission ended, looking at the Paladins in the room around him. They were an assortment of species, genders, and skin colors. Still, they were his family. He was proud to call them his brothers and sisters. After a moment of silence, he would speak in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. "Suit up, we leave in a half hour." He would then march off towards his room, where he kept his armor and weapons. It was game on.​

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[member="Casandrae Vau"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Janev Noska"] [member="Talia Rennan"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Runi Verin"]​

 

[Yeri Rose]

Talia's new life began today. Usually one to operate alone, being apart of a team was new territory for her. Having already met most of the essential crew, the Chiss-human hybrid girl decided she needed to collect herself and sat alone in her quarters deep in thought. Many thoughts plagued her mind, the most prominent of which was whether she had made the right decision or not. I took some time, but Talia came to the conclusion that having people to look out for you was much better than scouring the galaxy on her lonesome. Letting out a deep sigh, Talia laid down on her bed now focusing her attention to her long dark purple ponytail. Talia was messing around with a few strands of it when her holopad began to flash. Talia immediately rose from her bed and examined the holopad. Noticing it was a call to the war room, she took a quick glance in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable and then immediately left.

Talia entered the war room swiftly nodding at everyone in the room, stopping for a moment to glance at the sheer size of Ghorua. Her attention was soon caught by the feeling of hand lightly patting her on the back. Turning around, Talia noticed it was Cas and she gave her a soft smile. The pleasantries were soon cut short however by the troubling feed that now played before them in the war room. It was truly horrifying. Unlike Ghorua, Talia was unable to hide her discomfort. "Oh my god" Quietly escaped Talia's lips as she looked down in an effort to not see the slaughter of the miners.

Talia's head was still down when she heard Axel give everyone in the room a command, her large yellow eyes then watched him leave the room. Talia then looked back at where the hologram played. Anyone in the room could tell that she was noticeably disturbed by what she had seen.


[member="Casandrae Vau"] ~ [member="Ghorua the Shark"] ~ [member="The Banshee"] ~ [member="Janev Noska"]

 

[The Banshee]

([member="Lorelei Darke"], please move this to the Open Role-Playing section and switch the tag to Public of you've got a moment )

 

[Casandrae Vau]

Location: Consortium Home Ship
Time: 30 minutes to mission start

Cas, or rather "Kreiga" headed right to the armory to suit up, double checking that oxygen supply and all the environmental seals. Then it was off to the quartermaster for weapons and equipment. The Mon Cal quartermaster prepared weapons based on the mission, though personal preference took precedence. The old, one-eyed quartermaster in the weapon cage muttered something in his native language, before saying, "That Mining Ship... it's a death trap I tell ya."

He then handed Cas a plasma-cutter and a blaster shotgun, modified with a shorter barrel, a shorter stock and a extra tough body with a bayonet attachment. Cas never shied away from hand-to-hand with living things, but those... Rakghouls... claws and fangs... She'd need to be extra quick with the trigger. She eyed the bayonet worriedly.

Smart holo-screens near involved members would light up, the tactical feed outlined objectives and conditions for the mission, courtesy of the Paladins' strategic planning center.

Primary Objective: Rescue stranded miners, evacuating them to transports. AVOID INFECTION.
Secondary Objective: Neutralize Rakghoul threat
Considerations: Mission will commence with a covert boarding action. Expect heavy close-quarters and melee combat. Possible damage to ship equipment. Possible zero-gravity and vaccuum operation. Sealed suits highly recommended. AVOID INFECTION AT ALL COSTS.

Cas silently gulped. Infection? What kind of infection? She'd make sure to be near Ghorua, surely the big guy can keep the bad guys away at all costs. She headed to the hangar bay, sat outside their dropship, waiting for the team to be assembled. Trying not to be too nervous she tried to start up a conversation.

"How many people you reckon are on that Mining ship?" She asked whoever sat next to her. Somehow the question didn't calm Kreiga, only increased her worry.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Talia Rennan"] [member="The Banshee"] [member="Janev Noska"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: THE DROPSHIP
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
CURRENT MOOD: TERRIFIED

Ghorua the Shark had left quickly to put all of his stuff on. Throughout the entire process, Ghorua kept the same dark expression. He had only heard stories of these "rakghouls", none of them ending well. He didn't know exactly what he'd be facing on this ship, but he knew it wouldn't be good. The whole situation gave him a terrible feeling.

The Herglic walked to the dropship, Koodan-Class battle armor plating his body. Chances are claws won't be able to get through it, but one never knew. He wore his bandolier, and a few different assorted weapons. Even with all of this, and his bulk, he felt vulnerable. People were counting on him. That's not something that happened to Ghorua often. People were going to die without his help. Where they were going didn't help to calm his nerves. He had had a few rocky experiences with Mandalorians.

As he walked onto the ship, he noticed Cas sitting, and opted to stand a ways away, not trusting his tongue. Ghorua kept his visage of fearlessness and might as well as he could, and he didn't know if he could keep his absolute terror of the situation a secret. His helmet rested under his arm. Ghorua worked up a slight grin, but the gesture didn't reach his eyes.

- [member="Casandrae Vau"] - [member="The Banshee"] - [member="Talia Rennan"] - [member="Janev Noska"] -

 

[Neivon]

Neivon was surprised to find himself being cordially invite by the very people he abandoned few years back. The one thing that concerned him was how they found him. They didn't explain to him nor did Six-Eyes even know of it. One thing was for sure, they spoke bitterly to him, giving him sharp glances and glares. It was something to be expected, he abandoned all honor the moment he left them. But one question still stood. Why were they asking for his help?

Surely a 'coward' like him meant no one wanted to see his retch face. He felt his heart tighten. Not even her. Yet even so, they were trusting him with this mission. A dire one that involved rakghouls, horrifying creatures he only heard rumors of. He didn’t know how far spread the information on his abandonment got. He sighed, fully aware he had no choice but to help them. It was strange. He didn’t even feel them being his brothers and sisters anymore. Neivon guessed that was the price of solitude. He stretch his arms a bit. His lightsaber pike shook from where it was mounted. At least they offered him the prospect of credits, he was heartbroken how outspoken they were about it though, assuming it was the only thing he care about. He grunted. Didn’t matter. Now he could finally check off his list for rescuing people. He took one of the rakghoul vaccines that were handed. It would stop infection, but there was no guarantee of stopping death. Obviously. He looked towards the many others who were going to help with the mission. Vicious stares struck him from everyside. He could only hope he wouldn't have to do any teamwork with any of them.

[member="Casandrae Vau"] | [member="The Banshee"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Talia Rennan"]

 

[The Banshee]

As the small team assembled in the hangar, a large figure would walk in. He wore a suit of power armor that looked like it had costed several fortunes, and his face was concealed beneath a full metal mask. Nobody on board would have ever seen this figure or his armor before, some may have in fact mistaken him for a robot. But who was he?​

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Spoiler

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The power-armored figure would approach the group, and his metal mask would retract. It would reveal the man inside to be Axel, just in a totally new suit of armor. Janus had just bought it for a small fortune, and wanted him to try it out in a fight before having it modified as part of Project ARES. A katana-esque sword was strapped across his back as well as a massive Bes'kar tower shield. He was ready for war.​

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He would silently move forward to the Graul-Class dropship, pressing a button next to the door to lower the hatch. He would walk into its hold, the ship creaking under the micronized Bes'kar's massive weight. He turned to face the team. "Alright, make sure your suits are vacuum-capable. It looks like we'll be space jumping over to the other ship, so be ready. Let's go." He'd walk up to the helm of the ship, taking a seat reserved for the mission leader. The Banshee was ready to destroy these freaks of nature like pigs at a slaughterhouse.​

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[member="Neivon"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Casandrae Vau"] [member="Talia Rennan"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Runi Verin"]​

 

[Yeri Rose]

The horrifying images from the hologram still plagued Talia's mind. However now was not the time for distractions, an important mission was about to take place. Shaking her head, she left for her quarters to collect her Armour which was beyond essential for this job. It took Talia a good few minutes to put it on so she opted to lightly jog to rendezvous area fearing she was going to keep people waiting. Talia's first destination before meeting with the others was the quartermaster, she needed to collect her equipment before boarding the dropship. First thing she grabbed was her assault rifle which with a swift setting changed could be used as a sniper. Next thing on the list was her blaster and small blade which was sheathed on her leg.
"Thanks darling!" Talia said to quartermaster as she left to board the drop ship.

Talia entered the dropship and glanced at all the people around her. Her attention was soon grasped when she overheard Cas' question. A worried expression grew on her face and she approached her. Talia decided to sit a vacant seat next to her

"How will we even defend them if there are a lot of them?" Talia said whilst fidgeting with her rifle. Talia hear Axel loud and clear and nodded at him to make it clear she understood.

[member="The Banshee"] @Neivon @Ghorua the Shark [member="Casandrae Vau"]

 

[SirMayday]

Jan had been in the hanger when the call had gone up. He had been working on the quick draw with his ambassador revolvers, trying to get used to the heavy bulky weapons. He had been practicing for the last 10 minutes after he had worked on a private project for the Paladin Consortium. So after getting bored from hours at work, he decided to try and work on his reflexes, whiling wath\ching [member="Ghorua the Shark"] mess around with the speeder bike....untill Ghorua broke it. That's when the small grin on Jan's face turned into a frown. He knew he would have to fix that later. Jan felt himself heat up in his armor. Then he quickly felt the rage leave his body as he realized it was pointless to get mad at Ghorua. He was one of the few people Jan got along with.

Jan sighed and started to get a torch and mesh tape until everyone got a call to the war room. Jan got curious and went into his make shift quarters in the hanger. Jan preferred to live where all the ships and equipment was. It reeminded him of his mom's shop on Tatooine when he was smaller.

Jan took out a datapad and hooked up to the Paladin server on the ship. It wasn't strictly against the rules, he had a little more access to Paladin resources and informaiton for some of his projects for Paladin Supply Co.Jan watched the holovid being played to the warroom as he connected to the feed in the room. It was well...interesting. People getting dismembered, eaten, figures howling and running around. Pretty grim stuff. Especiialy the dismemberment, it was too dirty for Jan. He preferred it quick and clean, and less blood getting on you. That wasn't what Jan focused on though.

He just focused on the minerals and the one word the distress signal said "Mining Ship". Jan immediately set the datapad down. He went to a small footlocker next to the makeshift bed he had made out of Bantha fur. He opened it and started to gear up. He chambered the assault rile and took a couple mags out of the footlocker and started to fill the ammo pouches in his body. He double patted his Amabassador revolvers and made sure they were secured to his hips. He put his Yun-Yammaka blade into the sheath on his back. Then he finally got to E-11 sniper rifle. It was his pride and joy. the only thin he had left from his childhood. Jan put it on his back also. Jan than made a quick restock at the quarter master to pick up his grenades he wasn't allowed to have in the hangar.

Jan made his way to the dropship and gave a quick glance over the crew. He nodded at [member="The Banshee"] and patted Ghorua on the back. Jan then decided to sit in the vacant sit in the corner of the ship. Jan sat down and slouched in the seat. He gave a thumbs up for Axel. Jan then turnedturned partially towards Taeli to answer her question he heard as he walked in.

"Easy. We do what we can. We rescue as many as we can, and don't risk ourselves for those that are hopeless. Trust me, we are going to lose some or most of the survivors. We focus on the healthy and possibly leave any sick or wounded behind. Well it will be what I would focus on." Jan said simply.

[member="Talia Rennan"]
[member="The Banshee"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Casandrae Vau"]

 

[MidwesternWendigo]

Vuoe was not in a good position at the moment. His ship had suffered a major malfunction within the region. The mining ship just happened to pass by and offered to assist the derelict civilian craft. He was brought on board via a tractor beam and his ship was stored in the mining crafts hanger. This seemed like a stoke of luck at first. The miners were kind with welcoming him and were willing to carry him until their next stop where he could receive repairs.

At least that was the plan originally.

Chaos was the best way he could describe what had happened when the outbreak started. He sparsely remembered it but he could recall running with the miners down the hall as one by one they were picked off by the much faster beasts. Vuoe barely escaped with his life and ducked into what he could best make out as some living quarters and shut the door behind him. He didn't wait much time before piling whatever he could in front of it. He had only heard of these beast. Their name had left his mind. He kept to the corner of the room out of fear and concern that the pounding on the door may eventually yield some results. His hand slipped into his coat and drew his blaster pistol. Now it was simply a waiting game to see if he would live or die. With a sigh he flipped on his comlink. Starting to rattle out this message on repeat in a hushed voice.

"Can anyone hear this? I am barricaded in the living section of the ship. There are beasts outside my door. Please send help."

He hoped someone somewhere would get this message. There is no way he was making it out of this situation on his own and he fully knew this. He couldn't talk his way out of this. He simply had to wait. At least, he thought, if they broke through he would attempt to take as many as he could with him. No was he was letting himself go out without some form of struggle. He saw himself as better than that.

 

[Casandrae Vau]

Chapter 1: Arrival ​

The teams were assembled, and it was time to begin. The equipment was loaded, ammo was plentiful, and minds were made up. Aside from the alpha team led by Banshee, another two drop ships of Paladin teams were to provide a rear guard support, to hold down their evacuation point and to take survivors- if any- out. It was a bit grim, but the Strategic Forecast officer provided only one evacuation ship, expecting not more than 40 souls. The Paladin teams were all equipped for heavy fighting, with two gatling blasters per team, and lots of proximity mines.


They set out into space and made their way towards the massive mining ship, completely dark save for point lights to outline its size. The drop ships made their way to the hangar. slowing in their approach. The mood was quite different now, compared to the invasion at Demonsgate. Out in space, there was utter silence, eerie and foreboding. No one wanted to talk or joke, not even Cas. As they neared, they saw the hangar's force field into the void was shut off, and in the immediate space things turned grim already when dozens of bodies were floating in space, the hangar having vented people desperate for evacuation outside. Decompression claimed those without suits fairly quickly; the ones with suits likely suffocated. Debris of all sorts were scattered around- crates, smaller ships, ship parts, tools, perhaps a stray droid struggling to get somewhere, trying feebly to reach the dropships.

"...Approaching landing zone. No movement detected on scanners." The pilot of the drop ship broke the silence, his voice hoarse but comprehensible. Cas was visibly startled when the pale face of a dead woman- a blonde nurse- passed by the viewing window, her eyes open and bulging, gazing at the Paladins team. The experience was similar for the support teams, but they remained silent- or kept chatter to a minimum.

The escort gunship launched motion sensing turrets to create a perimeter for the ships to land in the now mostly empty hangar. The teams emptied out into the landing bay, guns hot and searchlights on. Except... it was empty. completely deserted. Well, since it was open to space, nothing alive would be there. The teams stepped into the spaced hangar, Cas being the reluctant last one off the ship.

This was her first space operation, and the silence was deafening. No drop ship sound, no foot steps, only one's own breathing and hearbeat as company, and the chatter of status updates. There was no sign of a struggle in the hangar at least, no Rakghoul bodies, not even outside. The support teams take up their positions- one team guarding the ships, another following Banshee's team to set up a strong fall-back point. There was some comfort in the sight of the gatling blasters carried by the Heavies, capable of unleashing hundreds of blaster bolts at anything that wanted to be a monster today.

Most of the blast doors into the ship were closed, the trams off-line. The hangar's control room awaited them, the door sealed and the windows barricaded. It was now time to begin the sweep, and Cas for one, was not eager to be first.

Paladins: [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Talia Rennan"] [member="The Banshee"] [member="Neivon"]

Mandalorians: [member="Isley Verd"] and company...

 

[The Banshee]

The team would sit vigilantly as they drifted towards the ghost ship. There was no talking, no friendly banter, not even any light chatter to set one's nerves at ease. It was just dead silence in its purest form, engulfing everything and everyone on the ship.​

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The ship's door would open, and the crew would face the darkest depths of oblivion itself. One could not see any stars for some distance, the blackness prevailing over the light. They would jump out into dead space, the zero gravity allowing them to drift forwards onto the destroyed hangar whose hull had a massive hole ripped through it. Almost as if some enormous creature had torn its way through...​

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Corpses drifted through the space around them, slowly finding their ways out of the hangar and into the infinite vacuum beyond. Their eyes were wide and dead, a hazy film long since glazing over them. Some had visible wounds in their skin, puncture wounds with blood flowing lazily out of their severed veins and into the abyss. One man held a pistol in his hand, and a gunshot wound going clear through the side of his head. He had escaped the monstrosities by the last means possible, so it seemed.​

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The Banshee would moonwalk over towards the large blast door embedded in the face of the hangar, his heavy power armor making no noise as its heavy boots hit the hangar floor. He would stop in front of the large door, waiting for the team to assemble behind him. He held his as@Isletsault rifle with an iron grip, the tension of what was still to come bearing down on his mind. The experienced warrior had never himself encountered rakghouls before, and he wasn't too keen on this first-time experience.​

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[member="Casandrae Vau"] [member="MidwesternWendigo"] [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Talia Rennan"] [member="Neivon"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Runi Verin"]​

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua the Shark, under normal circumstances, would've been the talkative one on a mission like this. On any other day, he would be regaling the team of a past bounty, or a silly experience in a cantina. His stories usually lightened up situations for those with the jitters. Today, he was silent and brooding. He liked enemies that planned, that tried to out-think him, that underestimated his brain. Even animals had the sense to run away. But these... abominations... didn't have common sense.

Ghorua kept his personal rotary blaster cannon close. The Spinster was the perfect weapon for a situation like this. It could mow down a lot of enemies, and wasn't bad at close-range either. It gave the behemoth little solace, however. The enemy unnerved him.

The Herglic attached his helmet, and went on the space-walk with the rest of the crew. He saw all of the dead bodies in space, and tried to avoid their dead gazes. At one point, he had to push a dead woman out of his way. He couldn't feel her cold skin, or see her dead eyes, but his imagination filled in the blanks of his perception. He landed next to the Banshee, weapon out, tines spinning.

He tried to muster as much gusto as he could. "Let's crack this bad boy open, shall we?"

- [member="The Banshee"] - [member="Casandrae Vau"] - [member="MidwesternWendigo"] - [member="Jan Valdum"] - [member="Talia Rennan"] - [member="Neivon"] -

 

[Neivon]

Neivon looked at all the corpses that floated free in the air. He frowned at that fact that it was going to be difficult to use his lightsaber pike. Everyone else was head over heels at the bodies. Neivon ignored them, he's seen bodies fly, massacres happen. If he could prevent a death, then yay! Otherwise who's gone is gone is wasn't of his business. The Hangar Bay had broken walls, revealing the extremities of space. It was pretty much one of the only surprising things for him. How could such creatures have prowess strong enough to go through durasteel? Neivon had the thought of the rakghouls clawing down on him. He felt sick in the stomach of how easy if might be for the creatures.

Neivon previously spoke to Six-Eyes before about these 'Rakghouls'. Seemed not even many databases had information on the ancient abominations. The information he did find didn't help Neivon at all. Attacking in packs, able to infect anything that wasn't vaccinated, and evolving to become different. Neivon was confused at that term. Different. Exactly how was what perplexed Neivon.

The way they traveled to the blast door felt painstakingly long for Neivon. But it must've been his conscious mind of what lay ahead of the blast door. Almost involuntarily, he activated his energy shield. Taking out his C-300 and activating his rocket systems. Quick and furious seemed the best option for now. Especially with the inconvenient lack of gravity.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="The Banshee"] | [member="Casandrae Vau"] | [member="MidwesternWendigo"] | [member="Jan Valdum"] | [member="Talia Rennan"]

 

[The Banshee]

([member="MidwesternWendigo"] [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Talia Rennan"] Post now or forever hold your peace)

 

[MidwesternWendigo]

(Apologizes. It was finals week and I nearly forgot about this account in its entirety)
Vuoe sat in the room he had barricaded himself in. The scratching on the door slowly came to a complete stop. Something else must have caught the beasts attention. Slowly Vuoe stood up straight and spoke with extreme caution into his com link.

"The sounds have stopped. I think... I think I'm going to open the door."

He knew full well he couldn't just wait in the room forever and with the sound of the rakghouls feet pounding down the hall and slowly fading from his range of hearing he thought this could be his once chance to attempt to leave. Maybe he could reach a escape pod or make his way to the hanger bay. He knew both of those situations were far fetched plans with his current situation but it was better than nothing. Slowly, with his blaster in his right hand, he moved to the barricade he had made and carefully went about dismantling it. He tried his hardest to make as little noise as possible. A single mistake now could spell his end. He held his breath as he moved the final bit out of the way and pressed the panel to open the door. It slowly slid open and the light from his room poured into the dark hallway. He peaked his head out and looked up and down the hall. Scanning it carefully before slipping out. He began to take careful steps down the hall. Keeping silent and close to the wall.