Kolto For Your Cuts

[Dirk Bannahan]

Location: In Ollix Medlabs
Allies: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Luther Ando"] and the First Order
Enemies: [member="Cim Salro"] | Probably Others
Equipment: Violet Lightsaber, Hold-out Blaster, Blue Armorweave Cape, Nurse Outfit
Morale: Neutral

Not good. Not at all good. Rae spent the next ten minutes getting lost while trying to pursue a scent, resulting in the Ren looping about the facility and ending back up in the Bacta reserves themselves. Glowing tanks which technically only glowed because of the strange, conveniently designed scientific minded fluorescence within the tanks themselves.

Annoyed with the guards who asked more questions than she could dodge without becoming a massive exercise in futility, Rae took to a simpler approach and simply drained the people in the vicinity just enough to cause them fall unconscious -or close enough. Such unnatural use of the Force was not an exact science, and so it may be that some of the guards and staff who were victimized would be asleep in some cases for eternity. . . but such tiny details wouldn’t trouble the Ren much.

After all, the disciple's training never really covered lessons in collateral damage limitation or discretion. Contemplating when she would next be able to sleep, Racosidae kept on waiting within the structure, subduing any unlucky enough to approach her directly.

 

[Cim Salro]

Location: Inside Ollix Medlabs
Ship: The Aschansa
Objective: Piracy
Allies or Enemies: [member="Racosidae"] [member="Psychonaut"] [member="Luther Ando"]

Cim’s head began to pound. Normally the frozen-daiquiri-type memory-soup-in-a-glass was more than satisfying, but today she felt hungry for fresh organic lifeblood. Tilting her head to the side, she allowed a violent crack of her neck which eased the tension in the Anzati’s coiled nerves.

She really expected the security to be tighter once she got past that first gate and into the bowels of the building, but it was surprisingly scarce. In the public areas like the cafeteria, one did not need a badge or a fingerprint get around, and in the more secure locations where retina scanning was a must, there seemed to be no shortage of friendly scientists to hold the door open for her.

It wasn’t too long until Cim serpentined her way into where the actual supplies were kept, eyeing a Narco-cage that might be a good target on a future trip. The Anzati definitely did not have enough manpower to pry off the lock or risk setting off a building alarm. She just pulled a small hand-held cargo loader from the wall and went in search of bacta. Narcotics would have to wait.

Up ahead as a long corridor stretched out before her, Cim could see the bright, translucent glow of chemicals, signaling to her that bacta tanks were ahead. Perhaps to the side or beyond were storage containers of the mana needed for organic beings to stay alive. The whir of her industrial dolly’s wheels were the only sound now in the hallway along with her boot steps. The dark-locked Anzati did not sense Racosidae through the Force though her preternatural awareness had the hair on the back of her neck tingling.

 

[Dirk Bannahan]

Location: In Ollix Medlabs
Allies: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Luther Ando"] and the First Order
Enemies: [member="Cim Salro"] | Probably Others
Equipment: Violet Lightsaber, Hold-out Blaster, Blue Armorweave Cape, Nurse Outfit
Morale: Neutral

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“So you’re the one.” Quipped the disciple in blue. Her voice was heavy; twinging lethargic like lead, as energetic as weights sinking in an ocean trench. It was hard to pinpoint the exact direction as it echoed between the tubes in the rather spacious room in a way that could only be described as sinister, though if this was done purposefully Rae certainly didn’t design it in such a way: rather, it just happened to fall into place.

Upon appearing at the end of the hallway that Cim was progressing the Ren was struck so awkwardly be a multitude of desires, but above all else she could sense a test of mettle approaching. The unknown nature of the object so casually strolling into the facility encouraged a range of fantasies. Reacting on instinct, the Ren flexed her hand, lashing down a blast door which blocked off her unknown target’s way back.

She was compelled to this in a sort of haze that not even the disciple could comprehend entirely, something like lust.

The blast door clattered with a hair curling screech as bolts and mechanical bits were shattered by the raw strength of the Force pull.

“Your scent is so different from the rest. You’re different, aren’t you? Special. I wonder if you taste any different.”

As her nurse cap toting head aimed upwards to properly regard her guest, something in her eyes flickered, igniting into twin stars of glowering crimson, starkly contrasted by the eerie blue hum of the tanks behind the girl’s face.

 

[Cim Salro]

A witch and a vampire walk into a bacta storage facility. It was almost a galaxy joke, wasn’t it?

But the punchline was not: only one of them walks out.

As if walking on a vibrodagger’s edge, Cim’s entire body grew rigid when she heard the other’s words:

“So you’re the one.”

CRASH!

With an imperceptible turn of her head, she noted the door behind her, now skewed at such an angle and heading towards the ground of its own accord. The clatter rang in her ears, almost a painful distraction from her natural urges.

Give me strength, Silent Voices, she thought. All senses sang now as a predator would. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Fight. Fight.

Fight.

The crimson orbs guided her way to… a nurse? “You are also very special,” said the Anzati in her husky voice, proboscise emerging now from either sides of her smooth cheeks. No need to hide the hideousness of what I am, Cim thought. Like medusa, she hoped the sight of her would turn this little one to stone. “Would you like a taste? You only have to come closer.”

The mysterious woman before her was not in range to mesmerize but only a few steps more and the alien would begin the pre-feeding hypnotism.

[member="Racosidae"]

 

[Dirk Bannahan]

Location: In Ollix Medlabs
Allies: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Luther Ando"] and the First Order
Enemies: [member="Cim Salro"] | Probably Others
Equipment: Violet Lightsaber, Hold-out Blaster, Blue Armorweave Cape, Nurse Outfit
Morale: Neutral

What a strange set of circumstances; how neat it would be to see: two beasts on the field accustomed to exploit others, now gathered to turn each other into an impromptu eatery.

The Force was a mischievous, fickle thing in times such as these, and the Anzati perhaps miscalculated in what manner this Force Vampire made a meal. Particularly, her brand of brandy formed specifically in the dying echos of man and alien alike, when their souls expired and the final breath was gushed or gurgled. It was in this finality, this final swell, that Racosidae found the finest in everything living.

So getting close and chomping down wasn’t necessarily a necessity. Romantic, yes. But pompous. And Rae wasn’t pompous.

The Ren flicked out her right hand and thumbed the activation stud of her lightsaber, the purple blade hissing heartily in anticipation as though thirsting for crime. One second was consumed for feeling out a path in the Force to her trusty blade’s goal, and the next moment saw the violent violet radiance sailing in a spin down the corridor towards Cim’s attractive face. Rae's hand stretched outwards, sending the strings of malevolence that would aid the lightsaber in its accursed flight as it sought to tear its victim in twain.

 

[Luther Lewis]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: Krth Labs – CEO Office.
Objective: Survive.
Gear: Knuckle Plate Vibroblade, Wrist DataPad, K-16 Bryar Pistol.[/SIZE]

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Luther aimed his pistol through the removed panel on the exterior of the elevator. One final blast from the weapon severed the elevator cables. The sudden rush of air ruffled his hair as the elevator plummeted down and crashed. Luther peered down from the elevator shaft, observing the wreckage.

“That will do nicely, I think” he said, grinning. He walked away, taking care not to step on the dead Selkath. The Elder had not survived the second firefight, nor had Khasa. The sting of his betrayal was great, but at least the issue was wrapped up.

“I’m guessing you are waiting for your reward, gentleman?” Luther addressed [member="Psychonaut"] and [member="Jarik Creel"]. Luther gestured to the room around him. “This is it” Luther continued. “There seems to be many rare items on display or you can search the bodies. I'm certain you what you find will be valuable. You in particular” he addressed Psychonaut “may be interested in what’s on the computer” He seemed like the type that dealt in secrets rather than credits.

“There is a second shuttle on top of the building. Take what you want and leave here, and quickly mind you. The Order will be here shortly, and you don’t want to be in their way”. Luther gave them a respectful nod and departed for one of the shuttles on the roof.

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He debriefed with the Station Chief, in a small room set aside from the First Order delegation. “Sloppy Luther” Lentz said, before letting out a sigh. “But I suppose it is acceptable, considering the set up by Khasa. You are dismissed, Ollix has a small care unit, go recover there”. Luther saluted and left.

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Location: Ollix Medlabs.
Gear: None.

Luther had stripped out of his ruined uniform, taken his meds and shoved his gear aboard an FO transport. His shoulder was bandaged awkwardly, mostly because he'd done it quickly on the ride over. Hopefully someone in Ollix could help him change the bloody dressing.

He left the delegation building and entered the strangely quiet medlabs. “Hello?” Luther’s voice echoed down the empty corridor. Luther let out a weary sigh and ventured deeper into the facility. He figured reception were on break, but as he walked futher he realised most staff were missing. Tired, he hadn't kept track of his turns and soon he was lost deep in the building.

The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. Something felt very wrong. Rounding the corner, Luther’s suspicions were confirmed. A body lay slumped over a desk, one of the medlab guards. Luther swore.

He was out of the frying pan and into the fire.

| [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Cim Salro"] |​

 

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It wasn't the haul he'd wanted, but it was the one he was stuck with. Psychonaut breathed a quiet sigh as he took in the results of the chaos all around them - the dead and the dying, the incapacitated and the wounded. It moved some small part of him, though he found that burgeoning sentiment for the dead strangers around him to be infantile in the face of the credits he had earned himself.

"We'll see one another again suit," the Psychonaut assured [member="Luther Ando"] as the agent took his leave. If the officer thought he was going to walk off scot free from this while leaving witnesses, well -- something halted the merc's thoughts.

It would probably do him better to make nice with a man in the First Order's officer corps, as he assumed the guy was. The payout would probably be a lot larger in the end, and it wouldn't leave Psychonaut feeling like an nerf herder.

Left to his own devices, the merc wasted little time in ghosting whatever valuables he could find off the dead. After pocketing several wallets and private datapads, he busied himself with ripping whatever he could dig his claws into off of the terminal. It wasn't as much as he might have hoped, but the records he'd managed to send t his private account would fetch a pretty credit if he could find the right buyer.

"Alright, time to go," he mumbled to himself as the sound of movement in a nearby room tore him from his thoughts. Without a second thought, the merc engaged his cloaking device, and booked it on out of the facility.

It was time for a drink or five.

[member="Luther Ando"]

 

[Cim Salro]

Oh chit. The nurse girl was one of these Forcies. To be honest, Cim hadn’t encountered many in her life - odd that she’d lived so long without running into them more, but then again the Sultana of Spice had existed within the underbelly on Anzat and across the galaxy. While she always dreamed of making a Jedi into a snack for the sheer potency of the lifeblood alone, it wasn’t like she rubbed shoulders with the lawful good of the cosmos.

Her attempt at telepathy was cut painfully short by the light blade sailing towards her face. Her Anzati reflexes kicked in, and Cim darted to the right, letting her shoulder blade take the blow of the saber. It slashed across her corpse-hued skin after it split the fabric of the jumpsuit, and the alien howled in agony as she flung her body away to land against a nearby wall.

If given enough time her body would begin to regenerate the damaged cells at a higher rate than normal humans, and noting there was bacta all around her…

Cim picked up a nearby wrench left out by a droid engineer and swung it into one of the tanks.

SMASH!

Bacta and glass sprayed outward and she reached over to a puddle of it to glop some of the substance over her shoulder.

While her predatory instinct was telling more insistently to flee, the peculiar young woman’s soup was incredibly strong and appetizing. If only i could get close enough to…

“Hello?”

They were no longer alone anymore.

[member="Racosidae"] [member="Luther Ando"]