Private Project I82A: Blackwing

[Samuel Wyrmstone]

Project I82A: Blackwing

Location: Coruscant Underworld - Level: 88

Tag: Konor | Alana Calloway | Chaussidier | Emmeline Outriaz
[OOC Note]: Dice Thread | 36 hours posting timer.

"It started ten weeks ago when the first tanks began leaking."
"What tanks?"​

Coruscant. One of the oldest worlds in the galaxy and housing more than three trillion individuals all of who call the city-planet their home.

Coruscant exists within the Core Worlds region, the space just outside the centre of the Deep Core. It sits at the nexus of at least six major hyperspace routes and neighbours some of the most esteemed worlds, like Chandrila. Coruscant is split into various districts, all bustling with life of all manners of life. The Senate district and arguably one of the most important centres of attention throughout the known galaxy's history. The Senate district bordered the Financial district and was home to many wealthy businesses and businessmen, which in turn neighboured and formed a symbiotic relationship with the Business district.
Further down North northeast, the Uscru Entertainment District, more commonly known as the Uscru District, was a subdivision on Coruscant, and the location of the Galaxies Opera House, the Outlander Club, the Snapping Septoid, the Revwien Comedy Academy Playhouse, the Vos Gesal Hotel, and presumably Uscru-North. The POTU, for "the Periphery of the Uscru," was an underworld area on the edge of the district. The district, located near the Senate District, was alive at night, with holograms that lit up the streets. It was considered the outer layer between the jewel city and the Coruscant underworld.

The Coruscant Underworld also called the Lower Levels or Undercity were the levels underneath the surface structures of the planet Coruscant. These very first levels of Coruscant were constructed in 100,000 BBY and eventually rose from the soil into a world-spanning city. The underworld is a haven for bounty hunters, pirates, and criminal gangs, but also harbored war refugees and poor immigrants trying to make a pitiful living. Influential crime families operated in the lower levels of Coruscant, which is patrolled by the underworld police division of the Coruscant Security Force. Devoid of all sunlight, the lower levels are left in a perpetual state of darkness illuminated only by artificial lights for thousands of years. The underworld is polluted and infested with pests and dangerous escaped animals. The very lowest levels of the city were rumoured to hold ancient secrets only the most daring of people would journey.

This is the story of four, unlikely individuals who find themself pulled towards a common goal, survival.

1/Alone​

Throbbing headache....

Darkroom only lit by white blinking lights...

The first to wake up was a Sephi hybrid by the name of Konor , a young man in his twenties. The young man felt the soft surface of white hospital bed linen with an equally soft white pillow under the back of his head. A throbbing headache hit Konor again, pounding, causing the young man to squeeze his eyes shut for just a brief moment between fighting through it. Upon looking around, he found himself in what could only be described as a small hospital chamber. The floor was of white tiles design with a lighter grey metallic colour for the wall, hugging the 15x40 meter-sized room, though, the wall opposite of him, was actually windows, looking into an even bigger room.

Ten beds, split into two rows, facing each other, hugging the long walls. Not only did each bed have typical medical equipment stationed by the beds like heart rate monitors, but yellow cover sheets were by each bed as well. Some of the sheets by the beds were torn down by force, and some were pulled to the side. By this time, mumbling could be heard on Konor's left as a rather uniquely dressed woman only a couple of years older than Konor woke up, with her own throbbing headache. Going by the name of Alana Calloway , the white-haired woman woke up, just as Konor did, throbbing headache and a slightly blurry vision.

Two ceiling ramps hang quietly, one broken with its lamp glass crushed on the floor, whereas the second one, further back and close to the bed where Konor woke up, continued to blink its flash of white light. The remaining sort of working lamp, only temporarily lit up its side of the room, leaving the second half only long tinted shadows for brief seconds before going dark for another brief second and then back to blinking.

Left of Alana, woke a third person, an elder man by the name of Chaussidier . Despite being of an elderly breed, the Chaussidier features still held traces of the handsomeness of his youth, showing a strong jaw and high cheekbones. The elderly admiral found himself on the receiving end of a headache just as bad as the two others who woke up only a few seconds before him.
Further down the line of hospital beds hugging the back wall, close to the end of the room and a white door leading into the larger room they could see through the windows, woke the last person in the room.

A young adult hybrid human woman by the name of Emmeline Outriaz . The young woman had, much like Alana, white coloured hair and pale skin as she woke as the last person with her own throbbing headache, pounding her mind. However, opening her eyes was much less straining progress with a much more dimmed light because of the constant buzzing and flickering of the lamp at the other end of where she was.

All four would quickly find themselves weaponless as they would get a better understanding of their small chamber of temporary residence. Close to where Emmeline was, was a small desk with scattered paper, some journals and a portable terminal with black cracked glass and a few buttons missing. On the wall by the table and door were multiple pictures of CT scans of people strapped to a broken light-board with some of them falling down on the white floor.

If they attempted to look through the two large windows spanning the entire side of the chamber to the neighbouring room on the other side, they had very little luck seeing anything other than many more beds, medical equipment and cover sheets hiding some of the beds. Looking further, past the large room they would see more windows, looking out to what might be a hallway though, from their position in the smaller chamber, it was hard to know for sure.

The door in the chamber they woke up in, however, upon trying to open it, wouldn't budge by pulling or pushing, locking them in the room. Either stranger, neither of them could remember much more than flashes of white if trying to recollect how they all ended up in their current situation.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Protect I82A: Blackwing​

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Location:​

Tag: Konor Chaussidier Emmeline Outriaz Samuel Wyrmstone​

Gear: None [ ]​

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Alana stirred, dazed and confused about why she was here. Blinking at the lights the shined down from above, she rolled onto her side, wondering why her bed was so hard now. Her eyes found Konor, a smile coming to her face as she placed him, though it faded as the rest of the situation crept in. Sitting up, she looked a bit confused at first, trying to map out what the hell she was doing here. Slowly, she pushed herself out of bed, taking note of who all was in the room, and it's contents. Finding her hat had at least made the trip, she gently placed it upon her head, before sitting onto the edge of Konor's bunk, eyeing the other two people in attendance with them. "Right, so, I know we get into antics, but...this ain't my type of a 'group meet up'." She said softly, eyeing Chaussidier, and Emmeline.​

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She looked about the room for the third time now, and still couldn't place what the hell she was doing here. "So, any one of y'all have a clue why we're here?" She went to grab a deathstick from her vest, and found that she had none. Patting herself down, she realized she was missing just about every damn tool she kept on her; worst of all, no extra death sticks. "Force damn it..." She spat, rising out off of Konor's bed, and kicking her own in frustration. "The hell is all my stuff at?" She asked aloud, before sighing, running a hand through her hair as she lifted her hat, so many questions, with nothing to go off of.​

 

[Konor]

Samuel Wyrmstone | Chaussidier | Emmeline Outriaz | Alana Calloway
The throbbing headache rivalled that of his worst hangover, the flickering lights that met the half-Sephi's grey eyes worsened the headache he was suffering. Placing a hand over his eyes, he tried to recall his last memory - he couldn't. It was like a dream, when you don't remember falling asleep but suddenly you're awake, being chased by Rakghouls. Konor's head felt ten times heavier as he struggled to sit up into a seated position, still covering his eyes. Konor finally gathered the courage to bear the blinding light and slowly released his hand from his face, carefully opening his eyes.

After getting a good look at his exposed hands, it was then he realised that his suit and all of his equipment were gone, replaced with a white jumpsuit "The hell?" he muttered.

The outlaw's eyes rose, staring at the windows in front of him, and the empty room behind it. Where the hell was he? Trying to gain a bearing on his surroundings, Konor turned to his left and spotted two familiar faces on two separate beds, beginning to stir. Alana and the old man. He couldn't help but feel a little relief at seeing two known individuals in an otherwise unfamiliar place. The third, however, he did not know. Running a hand through his hair, Konor's body swivelled to where he was now sat on the edge of the left side of his bed.

Breaking the silence, Alana spoke up, characteristically, with a joke.

Konor's eyes darted between her and Chaussidier "Alana, Chaussidier, Chaussidier, Alana." then he turned to the stranger, slightly with a tilt of his head "I don't know who she is. I promise." Konor confessed, pointing at the other woman.

He sighed and rubbed his temples, still feeling the affects of his headache. Alana went on to ask the obvious question which was met with a response of silence from the half-Sephi, he was as dumbfounded as her right now. His main concern right now was the whereabouts of his suit, the weapons could be replaced, but the suit, as far as he was concerned, was priceless.

Getting up to his feet, Konor raised his arms and stretched his back until a satisfying crack could be heard. "What's the deal, Admiral Geezer? Got any idea what's goin' on?"

Chaussidier was the oldest, and in his eyes, the wisest - if anyone was gonna know something, it was him.

 

[Chaussidier]

Project I82A: Blackwing​

Headaches, colds, fevers and other sicknesses never held the elderly Admiral back when action was needed. In the past, he could have called in sick for a day but when tens of thousands of people relied on one's orders, that ceased being an option. Having pushed past worse headaches than the one he experienced now, Chaussidier rose from the bed, seemingly unphased. Unlike Konor who was usually dressed for combat, the Admiral had worn simple formal clothing on his trip to Coruscant and he still wore the same clothing now. His blaster, however, was gone.

Unlike Konor and Alana, he had a rough idea of 'where' and 'when'. None of the others had been involved in the planning stages of the Coruscant operation. It was probably why they had troubles recalling much of anything. The clothes that he had planned on wearing during the operation were the clothes that he wore now. Alana and Konor were there - and he had employed both of their services to as security during the mission. The fact that they were all together now along with the clothes he wore meant that they had to be on Coruscant. With that knowledge, he could also assume that they were not in the financial sector like planned - he recognised the hospital there and this was not the same. What's more, it was clear to him that the equipment in the facilities were old. In particular, he noticed a bedside monitor that was new a decade ago while there was also a noticeable lack of newer equipment. A thought of what level they were on crossed his mind - it was usually the lower and poorer levels where equipment as outdated as this could be found. Before Alana started to speak, he listened for traffic and ventilation sounds carefully. He couldn't hear the faintest speeder hum, meaning that they were deep enough in a building to not hear it. What he could hear, however, was an old CL-8P ventilation fan - an early product of Phaseera Manufacturing. Normally, a simple fan would not have revealed much - but in this instance, it told him a lot. The fan was designed to serve as the base ventilator unit in massive skyrises. They had to be extremely far surface.

Chaussidier, trying his luck, walked over to the side of his bed to press the button to call for a nurse. His hopes that someone would come were low, seeing how worn and abandoned the area seemed, but it was worth a try. Meanwhile, Konor introduced him to Alana. "We are acquainted" he spoke idly, apparently more concentrated on getting the button to work.

Emmeline had apparently gotten up to her feet and emerged from the darker reaches of the long room. "She's standing right here" her words were playful in nature "Emmeline. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm guessing that you are Alana and you are Chaussidier?" she pointed to each of them respectively before looking to Konor "What's your name?"

While the others talked, Chaussidier gave up on the idea of calling for a nurse. There was something about the new girl that seemed familiar but it was hard to tell what it was exactly. Instead of pondering the matter further, he walked towards the area where the girl had woken up. His eyes scanned the larger room through the windows - a seemingly futile effort as it was hard to see into the dark room through the dimmed glass. Eventually, Konor would ask him what was happening - unamusingly calling him Geezer. At first, the elderly Admiral remained silent as he was trying to work the door controls. "It seems like we are trapped." But then, he knew Konor well enough to be well aware of how little of an issue a door should be. Still, hoping to avoid breaking anything, he chose to knock on the door - giving any potential staff a chance to come help them out.

Emmeline moved towards the same area as Chaussidier. First, she skimmed through the notes on the table - making good use of her capacity to see in the dark. Then, she studied the CT images that hung on the board to see if she could spot anything out of the ordinary.

Chaussidier looked to her "Check the ones on the floor too. What is frequently used tends to fall off first."

The girl nodded before doing as adviced "Good call, I'll have a look"

 

[Samuel Wyrmstone]

Project I82A: Blackwing

Location: Coruscant Underworld - Level: 88

Tag: Konor | Alana Calloway | Chaussidier | Emmeline Outriaz
[OOC Note]: Dice Thread | 36 hours posting timer.

The slow turning of the fans of the ventilation shaft, exposed to their room, sadly not big enough to slip through, had an almost calm yet eerie sound to it. Chaussidier's hopeful, though continued button pressing fell on deaf ears even though the red lamp blinked with each press he did. In fact, he was even able to hear the receiving end of where the alarm signal would go to... the other room.

Apart from their introductory conversations, the low clipping of Chaussidier's shoes could be heard as he made his way over to the door. It became even more apparent of their abandoned situation as his knocking on the door sent a ripple of low echo throughout the other room to then only disappear just as quickly.

Upon skimming the many notes on the desk, her bright eyes would fall upon reports of a repeating disease shown in many different patients arriving in the medical wing. Emmeline's skimming eyes would repeatedly find the word patient combined with various descriptive symptoms of homicidal madness, pale gray pallor, perspire profusely.
Upon studying the CT images, Emmeline would see normal human brain activities in the first columns, but the further to the right her eyes studied the CT images, the fewer and fewer activities could be seen until there was complete darkness on the second last columns of images. The last column of CT images caught her attention though, a small but prominent show of life in the brain appeared as if the brain had been soft-booted after death.

Skimming through the papers on the floor as well, Emmeline found much of the same reports, but for different patients. However, one thing she could quickly deduct, the reports were written one or two weeks ago.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Protect I82A: Blackwing​

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Location: No Clue​

Tag: Konor Chaussidier Emmeline Outriaz Samuel Wyrmstone​

Gear: None [ ]​

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Now that they were all acquainted, Alana gave a polite nod towards the two strangers. "Howdy, guessing y'all don't know how we ended up here no?" If nothing else, least she had Konor to chat up, but with the current situation she had a feeling chatting would be rather limited. Unfortunately, 'Admiral Geezer', did not seem to have all the answers as Konor might have hoped he might. Aside from stating they were trapped. Waving to the Emmeline girl, Alana gave a casual greeting. "Hey, erm, sorry we ain't meeting under better circumstances." That was the truth, and given they were trapped it didn't do Alana's mind no comfort at all knowing that. Though the old man seemed to be calling the shots now, as he told them what to do; as if whatever was in the room was going to help them, but it was worth a try.​

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Alana, getting bored now, moved to see what Chaussidier and Emmeline, trying to work out just what she was seeing. "So, we in a hospital or something? Doesn't explain how we got here." She mused, a little weirded out about the various images she was seeing. "Force almighty, do we have masks? We'll need masks if this is some sort of disease. I'm not getting lectured by some snooty medical droids." She groaned, moving to look for masks in the room, because last thing she wanted to deal with was some hospital aid to come out and harass her for breaking protocol. Then again, given the whole atmosphere for this place....she wasn't feeling great about this whole situation.​

 

[Konor]

Samuel Wyrmstone | Chaussidier | Emmeline Outriaz | Alana Calloway

As expected, Chaussidier seemed to have quickly settled into the role of de facto leader. It was no sweat off Konor's back, leadership wasn't his thing, and with the old man leading it was more likely they were to get out of this situation in one piece. Although he'd never admit it to himself, the young outlaw had grown to trust the seasoned admiral in the time they'd known each other. Chaussidier's lack of knowledge of their predicament was a little disheartening though.

The other girl, Not Alana, introduced herself as Emmeline. Meeting her greeting with a provactive grin, Konor nodded at the girl before introducing himself "Konor."

Following the introductions, Konor went on to fall back onto his bed with a sigh as Chaussidier revealed them to be trapped. This situation seemed to get better and better. Still laid down, the half Sephi's head turned to the direction of Chaussidier and Emmeline, the two seemed to be looking for a way out... or, at the very least, find out more information on where they were. If there was any. Then he lifted his head up slightly to see what Alana was doing, she seemed to be looking for some masks - as if that'd help.

Sighing again, Konor shot up off the bed and went on to crack his knuckles "Welp, if we're trapped. Bet I can change that." he said confidently.

Konor swaggered along to where Chaussidier stood and gently moved the old man out of the way of the door. Balling his hands, Konor wound his arm back, summoning all of his might Konor unleashed a world shattering punch, creating a loud echo as his tanned fist connected with the door. The door flung off of its hinges and only stopped when it collided with the wall not too far facing it.

Looking over his shoulder to face the others, Konor flashed them a cocky smile and a thumbs up.