Populate Outbound Flight: Rampage [THR Populate of Empty Hex above Commenor & Mokk IX]

[Pillar of Freedom]

An Outbound Flight Story
A High Republic setting

Rampage is a PvE thread open to all Jedi and Civilians, and select allies, of the High Republic.
The Outbound Flight is a setting only, writing in this thread does not mean you are committing to the ongoing long term plot.​

A burst transmission clawed across the Wayfinder's comms array, cutting through the bridge chatter with enough force to make even veteran crew freeze. Then the stars ahead split apart into streaks of crimson fire. "Contact portside!"

The vessel shuddered violently as turbolaser fire raked across its shields. Consoles erupted in sparks. Somewhere below deck, metal screamed. The Wayfinder dropped hard to starboard, engines whining in protest while klaxons flooded every corridor in pulsing red light.

Out beyond the viewport, shapes emerged from the black. Unmarked daggers cutting through the emptiness of space.

They were not Black Sun. They were not Sith. But whoever they were, they had been waiting.

Another impact slammed the hull. The lights flickered. A coolant line burst overhead in a hiss of steam as the co-pilot wrestled with the controls, fighting to keep the ship level while hyperspace calculations spat error after error across the navicomputer. "The hyperdrive won't lock!"

A second enemy craft broke from formation and swept low beneath the Wayfinder's belly, peppering the underside with cannon fire, seemingly meaning to cripple.

They wanted the ship alive.

And somewhere ahead, drifting silent in the dark, waited The Ark.

Intended for: Jedi, Spacers, Outbound Flight Personal, Pilots.

Goal: Restore the Hyperdrive, fight off the attackers, don't get boarded, don't die.

[float=left][IMG width="140px"]https://i.imgur.com/moo6c3D.jpeg[/IMG][/float] - Code for Objective image.

The fighters did not scramble in time. By the time the Outbound Flight's hangar crews realised the approaching contacts were not retreating, the first boarding pods had already impacted against the hull.

The entire vessel lurched.

Metal screamed through the decks as massive drills punched through outer plating. One pod struck the portside habitation ring hard enough to rupture the corridor entirely before magnetic seals engaged, the boarding craft locking itself over the wound like a parasite. Another smashed into the operations spine near the primary data core.

Turbolasers fired. One pod vanished in a bloom of fire against the black, another spiralled away venting atmosphere and debris, but most survived. Too many survived.

"Boarders! Boarders on multiple decks!"

Explosive bolts detonated almost simultaneously across the ship. Boarding ramps slammed down into smoke-filled corridors as the Ssi-Ruuk came clawing through.

Scaled figures burst from the haze with blasters already firing. Lean, powerful reptilian hunters in segmented armour, moving with terrifying speed through the narrow confines of the ship. They advanced in coordinated packs, laying down suppressive fire while others tore access panels from the walls with hooked claws.

The first Republic security line lasted less than a minute. Then the corridor fighting began in earnest. Blaster fire strobed through the darkness. Screams echoed through sealed bulkheads. Every intersection became a kill zone as crew and soldiers fought room by room to stop the invaders from reaching the ship's central systems.

And deeper inside the vessel, near the medical holding cells, a single pod was still cutting its way in.

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Intended for: Civilians, Outbound Flight Personal, Military Personal, Limited Jedi.

Goals: Drive back the invaders, prevent the datacore from being accessed, protect innocent lives, prisoners and patients

[float=left][IMG width="150px"]https://i.imgur.com/Mib3ESH.jpeg[/IMG][/float] - Code for Objective image.

Other threads for Populate:
Look on the Bright Side
Fractured

Spoiler: tags

Novac Lyrikal Connel Vanagor Quinn Varanin Ishtar-Array Balun Dashiell Kael Varnok Luke Montann Tatiana Sah

 

[Dominic Praxon]

Dom had only managed a few hours of sleep. The dim lights of his quarters still glowed with half-finished work scattered across the desk terminal. Reports, and recquisitions were his life now. He had stayed awake far later than he should have during the ship's cycle, trying to clear enough responsibilities from the next few days to finally afford himself some time away from work.

Time he had quietly hoped to spend with someone else.

Then the ship violently bucked beneath him.

Dominic hit the floor hard as the entire room shuddered with a deafening metallic groan. Something crashed from a shelf nearby while red emergency lighting flooded the quarters in sharp pulses. For several long seconds he simply stared upward through blurred vision, disoriented, half convinced he was still dreaming.

Another impact rolled through the vessel. The sound this time was different. Definitely worse. A piercing alarm erupted overhead.

"Warning. Hull breach detected. Multiple hostile boarders reported across several decks."

Dominic pushed himself upright, pulse suddenly hammering. Boarders? Still unsteady, he stumbled toward the doorway and forced it open.

Chaos.

Crewmembers flooded the corridor in both directions, some shouting, others crying, many simply running. A mother dragged two children toward a sealed habitation room while security personnel pushed past in the opposite direction with weapons in hand. Somewhere deeper in the ship, blaster fire echoed faintly through the deck plating.

"What's happening?" Dominic shouted.

A technician nearly collided with him, grease-stained uniform, terrified expression, clearly trying to get somewhere fast. Dominic grabbed him by the arm. "Hey! What's going on?"

"I...I don't know," the man stammered breathlessly. "Something boarded us. Security says they're monsters or...or aliens or something..."

A fresh impact thundered through the corridor, hard enough to flicker the lights again.

"Alert. Boarding impact detected near medical sector Aurek-Seven."

Dominic froze. The secure medical wing. His thoughts immediately went to the patient still recovering there. The novel alien was isolated, likely vulnerable and of the highest priority enough that entire sections of the ship had been locked down around them since departure.

The technician pulled free and disappeared into the crowd. Dominic turned back toward his quarters without another word.

A moment later he emerged again, gripping the compact holdout blaster he kept buried in a storage drawer. Small comfort against whatever was tearing through the ship, but better than nothing.

Then, with alarms screaming overhead and terrified civilians rushing past him, Dominic started toward the medical sector.

Ishtar-Array @Open​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Not today, Pirates!
Wayfinder Ship
Common Room

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Raguel, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Vigilant Reaper
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • 5 Throwing Lightknives
  • 3 Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

Connel had his feet up and was sound asleep on a chair when the alarms went off. As the ship shook, he jumped to his feet. There was a mixture of natural confusion and hysteria. There were clearly professionals here, but they were clearly hit in the wrong situation. So the arguing and people running into each other was only natural. It was when they were hit in the belly that set off a chain of events that unfortunately took the lives of the cockpit crew that put Connel into action. The engines were shutting down, you could hear it by the alarms.

Get those engines up! He was moving to the cockpit when someone yelled out. “Who made you, boss?!”

Connel just looked at him. I’m moving to see what is wrong in the cockpit and get us mobile… if you can do that I’ll work on the engines.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Lyra Zan]

She had set aside a lucrative smuggling business for something meaningful, something that satisfied that annoying need to do something that had purpose. In her search to scratch that nagging existential dilemma. Lyra had found herself on Naboo. The Republic had much to offer, most if it too polished for the stingy spacer. But there was one opportunity that caught Lyra's eye. Outbound Flight. It was something far out of her comfort zone, but something with substance. She jumped in.

Lyra was no longer the captain of a smuggling ship. She was simply one of the crew. This ship explored, studied. It was admittedly exciting for the curmudgeonly spacer. Lyra hung out mostly in the hanger bay, maintaining the shuttles, escort fighters and other science vessels. She could also fly any of them, including the fighters.

That day, she was off-shift in her cramped quarters. Sitting on her bunk, The tall Epicanthix plucked idly at her double viol, a lit stimcig between her lips. A small filtrator hummed on her tiny desk, ensuring the offending smoke was quickly eliminated. Still in her cargo pants, white tank top and suspenders, Lyra lost herself in an old tune she had written.

Then a sharp, shuddering impact rattled the vessel. Hazel eyes snapped open. She knew that sound, that feel in the deckplates beneath her boots. They hit something, or something hit them. But it continued, more impacts. Too solid, too hard for turbolasers, not with the ship's shields. Something was slamming into the hull. Then the announcement confirmed it. Hull breaches... and boarders.

Adrenaline erupted and coursed through the Epicanthix's system, her heart rate skyrocketing, sweat already gathering on her brow. Pirates? Worse? They were far from home, it could be anything. They had recently encountered an unknown violent race and the thing they just called the "Ark." Already, it was the most bizarre voyage in her entire career in space.

Tossing aside the instrument, Lyra unlocked and threw open her locker, pulling out her heavy blaster and vibroknife, already sheathed and holstered on a belt. They had been a too much a part of her to let go, and she received relunctance permission to keep them. The sound of yelling, fear, could be heard in the passage outside her door. Donning the weapons, Lyra slammed her palm on the door actuator and it slid open to reveal chaos.

The crowd moved in both directions, suggesting that no one knew exactly where the boarders were. Her tall, muscular build made way for her as Lyra moved from the hanger deck level upwards, trying to discern what was going on. Meanwhile, an inner struggled ignited, whether to find a place to hide, or help defend the ship.

stepping off a turbo lift, she saw someone else swimming up stream. Tall, almost as tall as she, the face was unmistakeable, even if the name wasn't quite on the tip of her tongue. It was the one the crew called the Senator. He was armed, and the look in his eye showed he had a destination in mind, and in the sea of madness, his composure was enough for Lyra to join him.

Plowing through the people, towards him, she shouted to the fleeing throng. "Find cover, someplace to barricade." They were on a ship, there was no place to "run".

"Senator!" Her voice lifted over the harried crowd. Finally at the senator's side, she gave him a sober, determined look. She discerned he had no more information than she, so Lyra just asked, "Where are we headed?"

Tag: Dominic Praxon and OPEN

 

[Kael Varnok]

The corridor was already collapsing into controlled chaos.
Kael moved through it like a fixed point in a world that had decided to fall apart around him. Red emergency strobes pulsed across durasteel walls in uneven rhythm, painting faces in flickers of fear and motion. Civilians broke around him in currents, stumbling, shouting, dragging bags or children or nothing at all except panic. The ship's gravity plating hummed under strain, occasionally dipping a fraction as another impact shuddered through the hull.

He didn't rush. Running meant panic. Panic meant tunnel vision. Tunnel vision meant death, especially in enclosed metal corridors where there was nowhere for it to go but into other people.

Another impact rolled through the vessel. Closer this time. Hard enough that overhead conduits rattled, and a ceiling panel somewhere behind him sparked and spat molten light before dying completely.

Kael keyed his comm.
"Situation report," Kael said, voice steady, cutting cleanly through the static and overlapping panic on the channel. "Confirm status of Senator Dominic and escort detail."

For a moment there was only interference. Distant screams layered beneath encrypted chatter. Someone shouting about sealed bulkheads. Someone else losing signal mid-word.




Then fragments came through. Unstable. Broken.
The Jedi slowed just slightly, enough to listen without stopping.
His attention shifted as he moved, not outward but inward. Through the Force the ship felt like a living thing under siege, its presence fragmented into jagged impressions: fear spiking in clusters, pain blooming and vanishing too quickly to track, something was moving through it like oil through water. Coordinated. Patient. Wrong.

His jaw tightened faintly.
Not pirates.
Not disorganized enough.
His gaze angled toward the medical sector routes. The breaches were there. He could feel the pressure of it, like something pressing against a membrane that was already beginning to tear.

Not good.
Kael adjusted his footing as a surge of crew rushed past him, nearly carrying a man off his feet. He steadied himself without looking away from his path, then spoke again into the comm while already advancing.

"Copy this clearly," he said. "You have two options: fall back and consolidate with my position, or continue toward the breached medical sector if you are already en route and capable of engaging hostiles."

A pause. He let it breathe. Let them think. Fear made people miss words the first time.
"I am moving to intercept along the medical corridor," he added. "If you are still mobile, you will not be alone."

The channel answered in broken acknowledgment, half confirmation, half uncertainty swallowed by noise.
Kael exhaled once, slow and controlled.
Then he continued forward.
Somewhere deeper in the ship, blaster fire intensified, sharper now, like the first edge of a blade being drawn fully free.

Tags: Dominic Praxon Lyra Zan @open

 

[Tatiana Sah]

Tatiana stood in the computer core with several holographic displays projected in the air before her. Blue eyes shifted and slid across the information displayed there as her fingers danced and swiped controls. Even her people hadn't abandoned the physical form altogether; there was a certain choreography in conjunction with sheer will that could aid to the efficiency of certain tasks. It also made others more comfortable to see her working if they wandered into the room where she was working.

Dee was on the command deck when the Situation developed. Its shrill warning drew Tatiana's gestures to a standstill just as the first salvo struck.

As a Jedi whose support officially was for guiding the ships through the uncharted regions, the blonde wasn't needed above. The ship's Captain was quite capable at the job. Instead, her attention turned back to the ship itself with an altered purpose. Energy distribution balance was important to ensure critical systems were kept online during a conflict.

The Situation soon grew out of hand, however. What Tatiana had left to the Republic armed forces soon resulted in the ship's collision with unidentified objects. Multiple hull breaches lacking explosive decompression were soon registered. It appeared the conflict had escalated, and its scope drawn far, far nearer than originally anticipated.

Without a word, Tatiana turned from the computer core and strode toward the doors. Projected displays winked out as she set foot in the corridor. Her eyes turned in the direction of the nearest group of security guards being savagely mauled. This was Dominic's ship and charge. They weren't welcome to it.

A second after he feet lifted off the deck plating, the cropped jacket wearing woman shot down the corridor and glided around a corner. Her foot found the Ssi-Ruuk analog for the solar plexus and sent the first reptilian figure back the way it had come. Tatiana stopped and surveyed the positions of those still standing in the corridor, friend and foe alike. "This is not your ship. Please depart." This would be quite the opportunity to study the Ssi-Ruuk up close. Empirical data was always the best.

OPEN
Dominic Praxon | Lyra Zan | Kael Varnok​

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

The corridor exploded inward.

The blast threw bodies sideways in a wave of smoke and twisted durasteel. Emergency shutters screamed as they tried to descend, one door managing only halfway before something massive tore through it from the opposite side.

It was not a man. It resembled something far crueller and more twisted. To the security officers who were escorting the group of civilian crew from their offices to the designated safety points the thing was a threat and as it unfolded itself into the corridor large reptilian limbs, they all felt a sense of dread spread over them. Pale flesh stretched taut over blackened bone-like plating the creature’s mouth hissed as it opened, thick tendrils of saliva dropping from between sharp and vicious teeth. Its movements were wrong, almost heavy one second before becoming terrifyingly fast the next.

A security officer fired three panicked blaster shots into it at point blank range. The creature made no sign of distress and hit him hard enough to smear blood across the ceiling. It was then the people screamed.

Another security guard stopped dead. Every instinct in his body telling him to run. His grip tightened uselessly around his blaster as the monster turned its head towards him and the crowd of scientists behind him. Dark eyes reflecting the crimson emergency lights back at them.

The creature let out a roar that made the entire group shift backwards in fear and then with a powerful push of its legs it lunged forward.

The guard fired on reflex. The blaster bolts struck the alien’s chest and seemingly did nothing more than create steaming flesh with almost no other effect at all. He stumbled backwards, heart trying to tear its way out of his ribs as the thing closed the distance impossibly fast. He was dead, they were all going to die.

And suddenly Purple filled his vision. A violent snap-hiss filled the air and the corridor flooded violet.

The creature collided with Bastila Sal-Soren like a speeder hitting a wall. She met its momentum head-on, one hand gripping the saber while the other slammed forward with the Force hard enough to crater the bulkhead beside them. The impact twisted the charging monster sideways mid-leap.

Bastila did not stop. She moved with frightening precision, blade carving upward in a whirl of purple light that severed one of the fore-limbs before the creature even hit the ground. Steam and black blood sprayed across the corridor walls as it impacted hard against the metal.

A shrieked roar erupted behind the group as two more creatures came from a breach in the wall further down the corridor, strange weaponry trained on the fight erupting before them.

"Move!" Bastila barked sharply without looking at them. "Move!" She pivoted instantly as one of the aliens lunged for a terrified group pinned near the failed blast door.

Her saber became a violet arc through smoke and alarm-lighting, impossibly fast, the air itself screaming around her movements. She cut one creature in half cleanly before driving her shoulder into the second, carrying it bodily through a transparisteel divider in an eruption of sparks.

The corridor shook again and the guard could only stare. Not because he had never seen Jedi fight before, he had been partnered with them on many expeditions on this journey, but this was different.

Bastila looked furious.

There was no composure. No restraint. She was just simply furious.

Her braid had partially come loose from whatever rushed attempt at readiness she'd managed before arriving. Damp strands of dark hair clung against the side of her face while violet light strobed across sharp, focused features. Every movement carried that same terrifying certainty he associated with the Jedi. Only there was something far colder underneath this.

The creature she had thrown through the divider tried to rise. Bastila extended a hand and the transparisteel wall imploded inward around it with a horrific crunch.

Silence hit the corridor for half a second beyond the alarms. Then and only then did Bastila finally turned toward the group. Her eyes flicked across the group rapidly. Checking for injuries. Confirming they were still alive.

"I need to know where Senator Praxon is," she said breathlessly as another violent impact echoed somewhere deeper in the ship causing them to all glance toward the direction of Aurek-Seven. Her expression hardened immediately. "Where is Dominic."

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Dominic Praxon EQUIPMENT:

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[Quinn Varanin]

//: P R E Y //:
//: O P E N //:
//: Attire //:

It happened much faster than she could have ever expected. Once she was settling in for the trip back to Eshan, the next thing she knew, she was being tossed around like a rag doll by large lizard people. Quinn had never met a Ssi-Ruuk face-to-face before, and she had wished that had remained the case.

Despite being who she was, Quinn was swiftly incapacitated. It was as if they knew how to control the situation, planning it to anticipate her every thought and move. She hadn't expected them to be smarter than they looked. Perhaps that was her undoing in this situation. Slowly but surely, Quinn came to as she found herself bound and silenced. A group of them had done away with the small crew she had with her, and what looked to be their leader had grabbed the other two to discuss.

Unfortunately for Quinn, she was once more paying the price for her parental sins. Almost seventy years ago, her parents had conquered the cluster along with Ashin and Spencer, specifically terrorizing the sector.

Furthermore, Quinn was the spitting image of her mother at the age when they had taken over.

Whisper echoed, and Quinn did her best to focus; if anything, she could probably glean something from it. Maybe something she could use to get out of this predicament.

Seemingly on queue, the larger of the Ssi-Ruuk walked over and removed the tie around her mouth and patted her face.

"Wake up, witch."

Quinn frowned as she did her best to lean away from the scaled hand.

"Witch? That's rude. Didn't they teach you manners when you capture someone?"

The three reptiles chuckled and looked at each other. They seemed on edge, as if waiting for the boogey man to pop out of thin air. The large one spoke again as he drew closer, the snarl of his snout breathing hot air into her face with a huff.

"Where's the other one?" He was referencing Ashin, but Quinn would have no clue what he meant.

"Other one? There's no one else, just me." She looked offended, as if she wasn't the prize to be claimed here. Quinn shook her head, her mind focusing on the small device she had slipped up her sleeve. As they discussed amongst themselves, she activated the small distress beacon that would silently announce her location and identity. Another little toy was given to her because of recent events.

It was a matter of time, though she wondered if anyone would even bother to find her. The thought was upsetting, but she did not need to dwell on it. Either way, she had three idiots to deal with first.

"Well, this was fun. How about you just let me go, and I'll be on my way?"

Another Ssi-Ruuk shook his head as they once again paid attention to her. His blue scales shimmered lightly in the dim lighting of the makeshift interrogation room. He stepped closer and tilted the little light so it shone fully on her face.

Quinn squinted.

"No, we need the other one, and you either die with her or alone. Her choice."

He hissed as they broke into a gargled laugh again.

"Who in chaos are you even talking about??"

 

[Atlas Drake]

Captain Drake was on duty aboard the Outbound Flight's bridge when the first boarding impacts shook hull. New sensor contacts emerged from hyperspace and were ignoring all transmissions when without warning the deep black lit up with enough turbolaser fire to bring down their deflector screens.

"Karabast!" he cursed after realizing there was no one else to take charge, "Someone give me a damage report."

Internal comlink channels were a mess but it soon became clear to Atlas the expedition was being boarded by hostile intruders. Old military training from his time in the Kathol Navy took over but unlike those glory days Captain Drake didn't have a squad of colonial marines to protect critical systems. He would have to improvise.

"Mayday mayday. Wayfinder, we are declaring an emergency. Outbound Flight is compromised. Making an attempt to repel boarders."

No way for Drake or the others to know whether the Wayfinder received the transmission or if they were being jammed. He would have to proceed under the assumption that no help was coming from their Jedi escorts. That meant relying on the crew to retake the ship most of whom were not trained soldiers.

"All hands be advised hostile lifeforms have been detected," Atlas tried to keep his voice calm in a broadcast, "Confirmed boarding pods near the medical bay and hyperdrive."

There was a loud thump on the bridge's sealed blast door and then after a few seconds the metal began to glow with heat. Sparks bubbled out in a slow line that must have been caused by some kind of high intensity laser cutter on the other side.

"Blast! Take cover! Defend the bridge!"

Drake forgot to cut off the shipwide transmission in his haste to draw a Glie-44 blaster and take aim at whoever was trying to breach Outbound Flight's nerve center. Their dire circumstances were unknowingly still being broadcasted all over the ship.

Dominic Praxon Lyra Zan Kael Varnok Tatiana Sah Bastila Sal-Soren Quinn Varanin OPEN​

 

[Ishtar-Array]

She had stayed too long. The minimum requisite eight cycles to repair the damage had increased to ten then fourteen as further deterioration had happened in transition. Transition to where, Ishtar wasn’t sure. She hadn’t kept the medical cradle’s location under close observation after insertion. When her awareness had returned, the galactic location had changed significantly, indicative of sublight or even faster-than-lightspeed. Location unknown. Guardianship unknown. Hostiles unknown. Fourteen cycles in the cradle had increased well beyond what was requisite for healing, to the point the cradle had drained itself and her exosuit was completely dry.

But she saw when the lighting changed and could hear through the cradle the sounds of a klaxon.

Her desire to remain inside the cradle increased beyond rational thought.

The memory of claws digging into her shoulder and ripping her out of the command pod cut through that particular irrationality with its own illogic. It was not an experience she wanted to repeat.

The medical cradle responded to her command, still fully powered and operational. That was a good sign, even as the klaxons blared louder when the lid split open and retracted into the sides. Ishtar sat up and looked around the sterile room. The cradle had been mounted to some kind of pedestal, elevated off the floor. Cabinetry in plain white lined two of the walls.

She was alone.

The room shuddered violently. Ishtar gripped the sides of the cradle, waiting for the ship—logically it had to be a space-faring ship with how quickly the location had changed—to steady again. When it had, she gripped one side and climbed out as gracefully as she could. If this were a Sovereignty ship, the pedestal would have retracted to the floor or a Forged would have been present to assist her.

So who’s ship was she on?

And what in the name of the Pattern Eternal was going on?

Ishtar walked to the room’s door, determined to get a data on the current predicament. The lack of connection to anything was growing close to developing irritation. The doors did not open at her approach and there were no frequencies tied to its machinery. Ishtar looked at the walls immediately next to the door. Unshapen couldn’t connect to machines like Forged or Oracles could and required physical controls. Her HUD started analyzing the control pad and its various components before highlighting the button that would open the door. She pressed it but nothing happened.

L O C K E D. The word flashed across her HUD.

Ishtar breathed deeply then took a few steps back, priming electrical charges to the suit’s gloves.

Where was A12-9X4 when she needed him? Where was her Faithful Forged?

Dominic Praxon | Lyra Zan | Kael Varnok | Tatiana Sah | Bastila Sal-Soren | Open

 

[Dominic Praxon]

Dominic barely slowed when the tall crew member reached him. He didn't know her by name, something that he hopped to remedy, should they survive. "Medical sector," he answered over the alarms, weaving through the flood of terrified crew. "We have a guest down there that cannot fall into enemy hands."

Another violent tremor rolled through the corridor. The lights flickered hard enough to plunge the hallway into darkness for half a second before the emergency strobes returned in pulses of crimson. Somewhere ahead, blasterfire crackled against the deck plating.

Dominic glanced toward the nearest turbolift junction. "This way."

The crowd thickened near the intersection. Civilians pressed themselves against the walls as security sprinted past in the opposite direction. One officer skidded around the corner, wild-eyed. Looking directly behind Dominic and the mechanic. "CONTACT BEHIND YOU!"

The reptilian figure crashed into the wall behind them almost immediately after. Dominic turned to behold a tall, lanky armoured raptor-esque figure. Its weapon spat bright green bolts down the corridor with terrifying aggression, thankfully erratic and poorly aimed.

Dominic grabbed the first person he could, the woman that had joined him, simply hoping to save one. The smell of burning metal and seared flesh flooded the air.

"Can you move?" He broke into a sprint, hoping that she would follow, toward the turbolift as the Ssi-Ruuk charged down the hallway with a predatory roar that echoed through the corridor.

The lift doors were still open. Barely.

Dominic slammed his palm against the control panel the instant he crossed the threshold, praying that the crewmember. The doors began to close agonizingly slowly as the creature thundered toward them. Heavy clawed feet hammered against the deck. Another blaster shot burst through the narrowing gap, showering sparks across the lift interior.

Then came the roar. And the Ssi-Ruuk lunged, teeth and claws leading the assault.

Directly: Lyra Zan
En route to: Ishtar-Array
Indirect: Quinn Varanin Atlas Drake Bastila Sal-Soren Tatiana Sah Kael Varnok​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Not today, Pirates!
Wayfinder Ship
Common Room

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Raguel, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Vigilant Reaper
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • 5 Throwing Lightknives
  • 3 Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

There was panic across the ship. Several were still being tended to that were knocked unconscious, some he knew, others were running around frantically. All the while the ship was repeatedly rocked by cannon fire. Connel himself was thrown into a bulkhead, his forehead busted open.

He did not let that stop him as the pilot’s systems seemed to be in working order. Another run set a shower of sparks over navigation. So, while it took a moment, he slaved the systems over from navigation to the co-pilots. It took a minute, and another blast from an attack run, but he could wave two people over. They were clearly freaking out.

“They’re going to kill us.”

“Can you DO something? They’re trying to kill us!”

... and freaking out isn’t going to change that. If you’re afraid, be afraid, but just listen to me for a second. Can one of you pilot a ship?

“I can… small ships…” Connel then pointed to the pilot’s seat.

Sit there. The systems aren’t that different. You sit over here. See those meters. That is your shield systems, and that is your power output for the engines… and those… Those are your ship’s systems. When they start to get “red” then you need to start talking into that vocoder. The woman whom he was moving to the co-pilot’s seat nodded.

Then he moved back to the pilot and started pointing out tech. There’s your throttle, that is your “stick”. Take this thing and put us in that asteroid field.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!”

“That will kill us!”


Connel just looked at them both. Yes, I am a little and no it won’t. This ship handles well enough and the shields will hold. I’m moving to engineering.

On the way he stopped in the common area, opened a panel and pressed a few buttons. I just turned on the cannons. Climb those ladders…[COLOR] He pointed at them. ... and use them. Even if you don’t hit anything… shooting back will keep’em away…

He didn’t wait. He headed for engineering.

I can’t do this by myself.

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[Tatiana Sah]

The Ssi-Ruuk were -- in a galactic sense -- unsurprisingly uncooperative. Tatiana was certain they understood her. Well, reasonably certain. When she's repeated the order in their own tongue, she was assuming what translingua-code out there was accurate and her words made sense to them. In any case, it hadn't garnered any discernible reaction. Nothing distinguishable from raw aggression at any rate. Then again, Tatiana didn't understand Ssi-Ruuk haptics -- body language.

Read their mind? Why would she do that? Just because her people had an innate ability to talk to one another didn't mean she could connect with an alien mind. Besides, she'd learned that was rude to even attempt with an invitation. Of course, someone probably could explain why carving out an exception against a hostile aggressor was acceptable. Someday.

Tatiana had shot into the midst of the lizardfolk to draw attention away from the Republic citizens. It bought them time to retreat to safety. Left her making numerous, short adjustments in her spatial placements, of course, to avoid sharp claws, razor teeth, and one or two blaster bolts when the Ssi-Ruuk felt it was safe to shoot without hitting their own. So they weren't mindless beasts. Some sense of camaraderie, or at least a utilitarian awareness diminishing numbers left them weaker strategically speaking.

They were surprisingly resilient as well. Her punches had started off Human-safe, which had practically no effect on that strong predatory jaw; but once they'd lost the restraint she usually employed her opponents started showing signs of physical debilitation from repeated blows to the head.

Force Push? In these constraining surroundings? Their thick hide would absorb much of the impact from the wall. A suitably strong push would probably damage the surrounding ship. Tatiana didn't feel the risk was necessary.

A minute later the blonde's feet touched the floor and she took one more look at her surroundings. It appeared the small Ssi-Ruuk team was no longer moving. There wasn't time for a full anatomical or physiological study, sadly. Dominic's position was unaccounted for, and Dee was sounding increasingly alarmed about the state of the bridge -- not to mention the open broadcast channel from that location. Perhaps later then?

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The gold and white astromech stayed off to one side, not interested in being in the obvious line of fire. Its optical port swung from the blast door back to Atlas Drake and back to the door again. A serious and boops, beeps, and chirps followed as its attention swung back to the Captain. <"Are reinforcements needed on the bridge, or engineering?"> Tatiana wanted to know where she should focus her attention. After a second, Dee reluctantly and with an obviously less enthusiastic series of noises added, <"Is the Senator safe?">

Maybe he was in the belly of a Ssi-Ruuk. No, that would make Tatiana sad.

She'd recover. Maybe Dominic was in the belly of a Ssi-Ruuk!

Direct: Atlas Drake
Dominic Praxon | Lyra Zan | Kael Varnok | Bastila Sal-Soren | Quinn Varanin​

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

PREY


novac had been in his own little room on theship. it was a little to small for his liking but its not lile there was much that could be done about it so he made due. he was on the bed half of his tail falling onto the floor as the bed didnt fit him. he was sitting up tinkering with small droid while listening to music. he was so focused he almost didnt realise what was going on until the ship swayed to one side. things on the desk and table next to the bed slide off and feel ontofloor. thats when his commlink, now on the floor, started playing a massage. they where being attacked.

damn, of all times to not have his hk unit or lightsaber, which he'd left on his ship by mistake. he grabbed his two blasters from the floor in his bottom pair of hands and opened the slidding door of his room and came out right as a man ran past then a large reptilian slammed into novac. "ah damn it!" wait they had a blaster and armor "SHIT!" novac said as the ssi-ruuk charged at him to knock him back into his room.

novac was quite large but this thing had the strength to push him onto the floor of the room he just left and cause him to drop his blasters on the floor. as the ssi-ruuk pointed its blaster at novac but before it could fire novac grabbed it by the leg with his tail and pulled it into the room slamming it into the wall. it was a good thing he was part thisspian and was naturally strong and muscular, his tail was almost 100% muscle as well. the beast had dropped their blaster to and now charged novac, claws raised to claw at novac. before it could reach novac he dropped down and slithered behind while wrapping his tail around the beast and grappling him, locking both beasts arms with all 4 of his own. they where on the floor now, both of them trying to get the ssi-ruuks blaster which was closest but neither could reach i without. novac wou:d have to let go of the ssi-ruuk and it would have to get free to get the blaster. for now they where locked together on the floor. the hell do i do was all novac could think. that was until he sliped the end of his tail around the beasts neck to choke it. he hated doing it, felt to sith like but he had to do what he could. it felt like it took so much longer then it really did. both of them where strong and the ssi-ruuk almost slipped free a few times but finally it stopped moving once and for all. novac let go uncoiling himself from around the beast and pushed it off himself while using his tail to grap his blasters and commlink. turning it on he asked "this is novac, where am i needed" he didnt know the full scope of what was going on but all that mattered was going where he was needed.

 

[Lyra Zan]

The senator's cryptic answer lined up with some recent curiosities. Security in the medical sector had been increased, including 'off-limits' restrictions in some areas. Apparently there was indeed something going on there. Lyra followed the senator and the pair found themselves in tight quarters with fleeing civilians and responding security crowding the passage. That chaos only compounded when the cry lifted over the noise..."Contact behind you!"

the alarmed officer wasn't looking at them, he was looking behind them. Lyra spun around to see a monstrous reptilian charge into the passage with such momentum it slammed into the bulkhead. It was no animal. Predatory but intelligent eyes peered from its head, a blaster in it's hand, savage teeth gnashing, claws reaching. Rewnewed screams filled the air as panic sent everyone fleeing.

Lyra gasped in surprise, but reacted the instant the terrified crowd parted from before the terror. Her blaster lifted and she squeezed off more shots than was wise, until Senator Praxon grabbed her arm and hurriedly pulled her away.

"Can you move?" He asked.

"Oh, hell yeah..." She replied in solid affirmation, turning and surging after him, the sound of the large Ssi-Ruuk's heavy steps close on their heels. A blaster bolt hissed past them, searing the air with the smell of ozone. They charged headlong into the turbolift. The Senator slammed at the controls. Never had a lift door closed so damn slow. "What the frak....come on!" she growled at the door, watching the invader nearly upon them through the still too-wide gap in the doors.

Another blaster bolt sizzled through the space. Lyra ducked one way, the senator the other, and the plasma bold slammed into the lift wall with a shower of sparks. Lyra raised her blaster again and fired again through the narrowing gap.

Just when she thought they were safe, three long, thick, razor sharp talons reached in the gap to grab one door, the Ssi-Ruuk's other hand trying to grab the opposite and pry it open. Lyra shoved the barrel through the thin gap and squeezed off another shot. The claws snapped back and the turbolift door shut.

She looked to her companion, beads of sweat on her brow, panting. It wasn't from physical exertion, for the athletic Epicanthix was in pique condition. Nor was it inexperience. She had been in firefights before. But not against anything like that. It was a reaction to primal fear and the instinct to survive.

Circumstances had forced them to become a team, Lyra felt compelled to offer her name. The spacer then composed herself. as the lift began moving to the medical sector deck. "Lyra". She muttered. "What the hell was that thing? "Were they the one's that attacked the...?" Another impact rocked the ship, interrupting her. But she knew the senator would understand what she was asking.

Tag: Dominic Praxon
indirectly Ishtar-Array Quinn Varanin Atlas Drake Bastila Sal-Soren Tatiana Sah Kael Varnok Novac Lyrikal

 

[Luke Montann]

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Locations⠀ Ship, Space.
Objectives⠀ Repair, repair!
Tags⠀ People l Connel Vanagor


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀LUKE MONTANN.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Engineer.
"The stars are ours to see, the galaxy is ours to set foot on."
Follow the stars..

═ Man's Gotta Earn a Living⠀═

Talk talk talk. Talk. Wake up.

His eyes fluttered open. He was bleeding from his head. His body hurt. His mouth was sore. An explosion, the shockwave ripped through the air pocket in his mouth. It felt like he had been punched in the roof of his mouth. He was wearing his suit, thank goodness. The armor took the impact, took the pressure off of him. But he was still in a daze, caught unaware of where he was at the moment.

It came back to him in spurts. He began to piece together where he was, who he was, and what he was doing. He was headed to-

Engineering. Hyperdrive. He had to fix it. He was the only one who could. He stood up, looking down the corridor. Emergency lights flashed. He breathed deeply, and squeezed the button on his arm, his helmet forming over his face, a series of plates and gears whirring to protect him. Blue light washed over the hull, and his HUD popped up. Systems statuses, crew statuses, the like, popped up.

Nothing good.

Hyperdrive wasn't locking into place. He had to go see the damage for himself, and by fate would have it, he wasn't the only one.... he ran towards the engine bay, and grabbed a bag of tools on his way. His bag of tools. Fine tools. Engineer's tools. He was going to fix it, because he could, and he was in fact, the only one that could.

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

The guards looked amongst themselves as Bastila asked her question, both still shaken from the violence of what they had just witnessed. Nearby one of the scientists was crying openly now while another simply stared at the smoking remains of the creature Bastila had crushed into the wall moments earlier. The smell alone was enough to turn stomachs.

Finally one of the officers found his voice. “M-medical sector…” he stammered, still breathing heavily. “Senator Praxon went toward Aurek-Seven after the first breach warnings.”

Bastila swore under her breath. Not loudly or dramatically, but it was just enough for the nearest guard to hear genuine fear beneath the anger. Around them another impact rolled through the vessel. This one felt a lot closer than the last. The lights flickered violently before the corridor was plunged into momentary darkness. For half a second only the glow of Bastila’s lightsaber illuminated the hall, violet light reflecting across smoke and blood and terrified faces. Then the emergency systems returned and a distorted announcement crackled overhead.

“Containment failure reported in Aurek-Seven. All security personnel redirect immediately. Repeat. Containment failure…” The message abruptly cut into static and Bastila’s stomach dropped. She felt it through the Force like a sick wound. The pain and the fear. It seemed to follow the death that was spreading deck by deck like a shadow.

And somewhere beneath all of it if she listened hard enough; Dominic. He was alive, but moving directly toward the epicentre of all the darkness.

“Of course you are,” Bastila muttered under her breath, equal parts frustration and relief.

The nearest guard blinked. “What?”

“Nothing.” Her eyes snapped toward the surviving security personnel. “Get these civilians sealed inside the nearest habitation chamber and weld the doors if you have to. Do not engage these things unless you have absolutely no choice.”

“What are they?” one of the scientists asked weakly.

Bastila looked toward the reptilian corpse twitching faintly beneath collapsed transparisteel, uncertainty crossing her face. “I don’t know.” Which frightened them more than if she had given an answer.

A deep metallic shriek suddenly tore through the deck beneath their feet and the floor lurched violently. Then claws punched through the ceiling above them.

Several civilians screamed as the durasteel overhead buckled inward as another creature began forcing itself down through the ventilation shaft, black talons screeching against metal.

Bastila reacted instantly. Her free hand clenched. The entire ceiling collapsed downward in a violent implosion before the creature could fully emerge, crushing it back upward into the shaft with a wet roar of mangled rage causing sparks to erupt everywhere.

“Move!” Bastila shouted again and this time they listened immediately.

The guards began herding civilians away while Bastila turned toward the direction of Aurek-Seven. Smoke curled around her silhouette while the purple blade hummed beside her like contained fury.

Then she ran. Not with the calm precision of a Jedi, but with desperate urgency.

The Force surged around her in violent bursts as she sprinted through the corridors, every instinct pulling her forward faster. Crew members flattened themselves against the walls as Bastila flew past them while alarms screamed overhead. It felt like the ship around her was dying.

Blaster fire echoed somewhere ahead. Then came something worse as a human scream cut abruptly short. Bastila rounded the corner not knowing what was about to be presented to her, her legs carrying her at full speed before she skidded to a halt.

The corridor leading into Aurek-Seven looked like a warzone.

Bodies. Security personnel torn apart across the deck plating. Blast marks scorched the walls. Emergency shutters had jammed halfway down, forcing survivors to crawl beneath them while smoke poured from the medical wing beyond.

The Force screamed around her beneath it all something else lingering. Something invasive and alien. A presence she could not properly touch, as though these creatures existed at the edge of what the Force considered natural life.

A blaster bolt cracked somewhere ahead.

Then another.

Two of the reptilian creatures crouched within an auxiliary communications chamber just off the main corridor. The blast doors had been ripped open manually, claw marks carved deep into the metal. Inside, the room looked partially dismantled already. Consoles gutted. Wiring torn free and dragged across the floor. However the creatures were not feeding. No, they were working.

One stood hunched over the ship’s internal crew manifest terminal, elongated claws moving across the display with disturbing precision while the second creature connected thick strands of organic-looking cabling into an exposed uplink port at the centre of the chamber.

The cables pulsed and black veins of light spread through the terminal screen.

Bastila’s stomach tightened. These things were not mindless monsters. The realization hit harder than any monster she had fought so far.

The nearest display flickered violently as lines of Aurek Station personnel data scrolled rapidly across the monitor. It showed names, clearance levels and Department assignments. Then clear as day it clicked through deck locations. She realised with sudden clarity; the creatures were mapping the ship.

“Wonderful,” she muttered darkly. “They can use computers.” Her words caused the creatures to shriek as they noticed her arrival. The one nearest the uplink lunged immediately, smashing through the terminal itself as it charged. Bastila stepped forward to meet it head-on, blade carving cleanly through one extended limb before she pivoted beneath its mass and severed upward through its torso in a violent spray of sparks.

The second creature did not attack and this gave Bastila pause. Instead it slammed a claw directly into the uplink console and all she could do was watch as the display changed instantly. Aurek-Seven Medical Wing highlighted itself across the manifest in flashing red and Bastila felt cold shoot through her chest as a very normal un-alien voice spoke through in galactic basic.

“Targets acquired. Initiate procedure.”

The creature let out a guttural clicking roar and the entire communications terminal overloaded in a shower of sparks. Its eyes, yellow and almost sickeningly feral fell upon the Jedi and without so much as a warning it came for her.

It was fast. Far faster than the first.

Bastila barely caught the creature’s claws against her saber before the impact drove her backwards into the wall hard enough to crack the panel behind her. The thing pressed forward with terrifying strength, saliva hissing against the violet blade inches from her face.

Those same yellow eyes now reflected her own anger back at her and in it she saw intelligence. Frighteningly aware intelligence.

Bastila snarled and unleashed the Force point blank and the chamber detonated outward.

Consoles ripped free from the walls as the creature was hurled violently across the room into the far bulkhead. Before it could recover Bastila thrust out her hand again and the exposed uplink cables wrapped around the monster like constricting serpents. “What do you want!” The cables continued to tighten around the reptile, its eyes no longer holding the same fierce stare they had moments before. “Who was that?!”

The alien had no time to answer, between its airways being cut off by the cables and Bastila’s saber that she had driven into its chest there was nothing left to answer but silence that crashed into the room beyond the hum of failing electronics.

Bastila stood motionless for half a second, breathing hard. Then her eyes shifted toward the ruined monitor that was still beeping with some traces of life.

Aurek-Seven still flashed across the broken display, evidence of a data transfer and more worryingly a return notification of names being marked as Priority target.

Her expression hardened instantly.

And then she ran again.

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Dominic Praxon EQUIPMENT:

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[Connel Vanagor]

Not today, Pirates!
Wayfinder Ship
Common Room

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Raguel, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
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  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Vigilant Reaper
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • 5 Throwing Lightknives
  • 3 Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

Making his way to Engineering, Connel secretly wished he had his BB droid BRAD here, his knowledge of hyperdrives was severely limited. That did not make a lick of difference right now though as he was the only one available to fix this.

Or was he?

Some dude was already down there and going to work, at least it looked like such, and he knew what he was doing. Another blaster hit rocked the ship throwing Connel off balance, catching himself on the wall. He could hear them yelling for help in the cockpit.

What do you need from me?

Instinctively, he began levitating items Luke’s way that he thought might help the guy, invariably looking back at the cockpit. Anyone not doing anything, we could use help down here in Engineering!

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[Ishtar-Array]

After the second loud crash reverberated through the bulkheads of what she had determined to be a sickbay, Ishtar had set her exosuit’s computer to work, analyzing the control mechanism for the door. If it was locked, it had a key and Ishtar did not want to be trapped, interminably waiting for her demise. Again.

It was incredibly inefficient.

Waiting in this sickbay room was worse than when she had been sealed in the secondary command pod of the E.S.S. Forerunner of the Eternal, the Sovereignty ship under her command only just transformed into a forward operating base when the strange Saurian race attacked. At least in the pod, she had been connected to the defensive and security systems of the ship, able to act as needed. She had been confined, yes, but she had not been powerless.

The lack of connectivity threatened to bring several inefficient emotions to the forefront. Ishtar checked on the suit’s analysis of the lock. An electronic lock, activated by a specific chain of signal strengths. She set the computer to begin running algorithms to crack the lock sequence as she moved to place the medical cradle on the strange pedestal between her and the door.

If something came bursting through, she’d rather have a moment to react.

Dominic Praxon | Lyra Zan | Bastila Sal-Soren | Tatiana Sah | Atlas Drake
Kael Varnok | Quinn Varanin | Novac Lyrikal

 

[Dominic Praxon]

As he backed out of the elevator, Dominic noted his hand was trembling. Pulling the holdout blaster into his less dominant hand, he found himself examining the tremor. He was not trained for this. He should not be here. The sound of the elevator pinging with each floor it passed while going back up towards where they had come from made Dominic snap to attention.

"Sithspit...what's the bet they will be coming down any second..." He shot a glance at Lyra. "...and there are some on this floor already." He winced again, struggling against the encroaching panic that now made its way beyond the initial rush of adrenaline.
The reality dawned on him. He had studied the layout of the ship extensively, both in map and walkabout. "There is a shuttle bay for medical missions on this deck..." He added to Lyra, but left off filling int he details for her. His mind had already gone back to their purpose for being here.

"This is Novac, where am I needed?"

The query came across the open comms, somehow standing out among all the commands and chatter from a crew that seemed to be organising a resistance to the boarders. Dominic, knowing the name as being at least associated with a Jedi, slapped his comms, "Capture one of these bastards, I want us to be able to get some answers from them."

"Keep an eye...and an ear open, Lyra," he said, having not acknowledged her name until now, "the lack of crew members on this deck is not an encouraging sign...be safe."

It was easy to appreciate the woman's physical prowess. He would have to visit some shrine to thank the Force for sending him someone so capable.

Security picked up his presence, registering his bio-signature, and opened the doors to the hazardous disease containment area. A dozen or more cell like medbays, behind both transparisteel and shielded barriers, lined the long room. None were occupied, save one, immediately to Dominic's left.

Stepping in, his eyes went first to the alien looking medical pod, expecting to see it closed and secure as in his previous few visits. Instead, it was open.

His breath hitched, eyes darting about looking to see if the being had escaped confinement, before he finally registered that it...she...was standing by the doors control panel.

Years of training in diplomatic decorum kicked into gear about ten seconds after the fear, despite his pounding heart, and the near panic that gripped the edges of his mind. His first instinct was to holster his weapon, small as it was, there was no good to come from initiating first contact with a blaster in hand. With a tug on his stiff tunic, Dominic approached the window, standing a couple of metres away.

"Greetings on behalf of the High Republic," he said, knowing full well the alien might not understand a word he said, "I am Dominic Praxon..." He pointed to himself, and then towards her. "...and you are?"

His face contorted in frustration. This was not the time for soft diplomacy.

"You sure picked a bloody great time to finally wake up."

Direct: Novac Lyrikal Lyra Zan Ishtar-Array
Close by: Quinn Varanin Bastila Sal-Soren
Indirect: Atlas Drake Tatiana Sah​