Rave Rezort: CIS Dominion of Thyferra

[Tess Valnora]

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Wearing (xxx)​

Weapons: (hidden) Phrik Combat Knife, (hidden) Shotosaber​

Tags: [member="Jari Valnora"]​

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Tess hated it when people cried, not because she felt for them, but because waterworks almost never got anyone anywhere in her opinion. The receptionist was probably not going to be much help in her current state, but if Jari could use one of those magic Jedi mind tricks to get her to calm down and tell him what was going on. But most likely he wouldn't he was too nice like that, so she had to do it the hard way. Tess didn't care if the receptionist objected to the intrusion, she simply said some false apologies as she slipped around the desk and scooted in front of the monitor. An alert blared across most of the screen reading:

"Immediate quarantine of Main Hall in effect!! Keep guest panic low at all costs!! Do not allow bacta usage!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!"

None of that explained why there was the lock-down in the first place, so Tess started a soft hack of the console, she knew the receptionist might call security on her, but she had to find out the truth behind this warning and lock-down. It didn't take her long to pull up the surveilence cameras in the main hallway which showed a puzzling scene to her.

First, there was a scientist being led away from the stage with some bandages on him. The second thing she saw on the screen was another scientist acting like a rabid dog as he jumped at and tried biting anyone he got close to? Tess squinted at the screens, "There seems to be some kind of outbreak or attack in the main hall, where they were doing a presentation. It looks like the scientists are going mad, or even feral. I know it sounds weird, but they are attacking each other, with... their mouths."
Tess had never seen anything like it, in all her different experiences and jobs, and none of them had prepared her for something like this. She looked up at her brother on the opposite side of the desk and with a hint of worry in her eyes thought, "What are we going to do?" hoping her brother would read her mind as she stood back up and returned to her proper side of the desk. She didn't want to show any fear, as panic would not help in a situation like this, only level-headed thinking and action would do.

The stars and moons had indeed aligned to bring her and her brother back together after all this time, but the cruel masters Fate and Destiny had decided that they would play a game with their reunion.

 

[Oax Ordo]

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Main Hall (bar) :Location​

(xxx) :Wear​

[member="Cathaoir Ordo"], [member="Daisy Americus"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Kaden Farr"] :Tags​

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The barkeep slid his full mug down the bartop and Oax scooped it up before it had a chance to slow down and downed the dark liquor in three large gulps. "Ahh! Another barkeep!" Oax roared upon finishing the drink. He then looked down at the small blonde sitting next to him, "Little miss, you should not call people names. It's not very nice." he cracked a grin as the second mug came sliding down the bar and he repeated the process of quickly downing the ale. He tapped the bar again to indicate to keep the drinks flowing. As the third was placed in front of him the PA system blared some warning about bacta and quarantine, "Too bad for them! They are locking me in here with the beer!" He laughed as Daisy stood in her seat. He wasn't here for the bacta, just the beer, and maybe a companion if the night worked out, but mainly just the beer.

As Oax finished his fifth mug a couple joined them at the bar who seemed to know the young woman. Oax didn't mind, as the only moves he was trying to pull was on the glass in his hand. The man asked about the quarantine and something being airborne, "These people are taking the warning too seriously, it is probably just some sort of lock-in, not truely a lock down." Oax thought to himself, "Or maybe it is serious." he wasn't sure, and his mind was most likely finally being affected by all the alcohol he had been drinking. "If someone got bit, it was probably someone on acid and drunk of their ass. I don't know much about drugs, but I hear they make you do crazy things." he said sixth mug in hand.

 

[Alwine Daye]

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Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boots Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword | WindWhisper
Tags: [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Smarter than an average bear indeed. Alwine wrinkled her nose as she looked around. There was more than one lab in the facility, and she was straight lining for the one that was nearest her. Like @Naedira Darcratch, she too had been assigned on patrol duty. It was a good chance to get her mind off things that troubled her, and she could use the extra income as she was intending now on getting her own place in the city. Her brother had abandoned her; same as the other brother. And while she had a ship for compensation this time, it was not where and how she wished to live, even though she could not deny that living there was the best financial decision to make.

When the alarm had started, Alwine had not run away or panicked. Chocolate brown eyes narrowed, she stuck to the shadows, following one of those lab people around after identifying him by his coat. The lab he entered… It was not on any of the signs. It was not part of the known detail they were briefed on regarding the facility.

Alwine looked at her commdevice. Two people she could contact. Two Knight Commanders. Her finger almost automatically went for the first, yet she stopped herself. No. It was too soon for that one, especially when there was another option that was equally as good from any point of view that mattered. She would apologize to Madalena later.

"Knight Commander Centaris," Alwine whispered as she took a few steps, disappearing around a corner but finding a position from which she would be able to hear doors opening, "I have found a lab that we were not told about, and a lab coat that rushed to it as soon as the sirens began. Requesting back-up before entry."

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The communicator went off.

Alkor had busied himself with paperwork in the meantime, expecting not to hear overmuch from the field agents during their glorified vacation. Was it [member="Naedira Darcrath"], calling to rub in his face about the lavish luxuries set out for the Confederate Entourage? She loved to do things like that, almost like she wanted to assure that he knew she was having fun without him. Almost, in fact, as if the woman believed it might incite jealousy.

The information that came through was not from his long time partner, however. [member="Alwine Lechner"] was a Knight he had very little interaction with before his elevation to Knight Commander, but he knew of her competence and lengthy sheet of accomplishments by reputation. If she was requesting backup, it meant she believed something was truly wrong.

"Knight Lechner, this is Centaris. I will export your location to those Knights nearest to you and have them group up to push forward and investigate. Hold your position until they arrive, unless you meet with unexpected resistance."

There had been very little comms chatter prior to that, but Alkor tuned in immediately and attempted to pick up on whatever information he could. It was entirely possible that he was scrambling for no reason- but when dealing with scientists and the like, it was always good to take extra precautions.

... quarantine?

Alkor groaned. It was difficult to fight against biological or chemical mishaps, but the cleanup was far worse. On top of that, there were field agents in the line of fire and he would have to be the one writing home to any families that lost loved ones in the event of a tragedy. More and more work seemed to pile on top of him as he took a seat and locked himself in a room aboard the space station.

The immediate priority was ensuring everyone was as safe as possible. "Knight Commander Antares, he paged [member="Madalena Antares"] discreetly across her comm unit, "this is Centaris. I have word from Executor Lechner in the facility, and I will be transmitting coordinates to you following. She saw a labworker fleeing into one of the dark zones, and she is preparing to give chase. You may wish to take a more direct lead on this one, given the woefully small amount of data I have been able to collect of yet."

He tapped his fingers on the desk idly and closed his eyes. "All Knights on hand in the Rejuvenex facility, please be advised: any data you collect on the current situation should be forwarded to my datapad to be compiled in a situation report."

 

[Aspect of Defiance]

For those thinking the bite was an isolated incident, their hopes would soon be dashed as others began to fall to the ground and shake. Death over took every one of the scientists which had been exposed to the tainted formula, and in a matter of minutes the main hall was full of several creatures, each beginning to bite those around them. It seemed the bacta formula was more like a virus which had a transformative effect on those whose blood stream it got into. The facility would soon become overrun without a cure, and the race to find it, and survive was on.

Those outside of the main hall seemed to be safe. None of those originally exposed had left the main hall, which meant help could be reached. Death seemed to be the trigger, so the if the cure could be found before too many died, the death toll could be kept at a minimum. This was not the party everyone had been expecting, and it certain was not the kind of fanfare they had all wished to announce the new formula with. It turned out the new formula was nothing but certain death, an economic disaster potentially had the Confederacy not been involved in the funding. They were sure to be interested in it, but the first priority was to survive and stop the spread of whatever was happening.

Whether it was fortunate, or unfortunate, one of the scientists had forseen a potential issue and created an antidote which was hidden in the labs underground. Plenty of activity was occuring in the main research facility, but would the vial be found in time to save those who were being bitten? That remained to be seen.

 

[Alwine Daye]

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Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boots Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword | WindWhisper
Tags: [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Alwine had heard the sirens and the quarantine too, though she paid that no special sort of attention. Quarantine meant nothing for people like her. The type of like her could be debated, of course, but the bottom line was that she was not going to adhere to it. There were more important matters at hand, and for now, it was the lab in question.

Looking around, Alwine could not find any chairs or other things to climb on that would hoist her up high enough to look in through the ceiling windows into the laboratory to see what was going on inside. [member="Alkor Centaris"] contacted her back and told her to hold her positon until reinforcements arrived, but she couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

The Executor wished she had a jar of tar or something of the sort with her. Lacking that, scaling that wall would be dangerous. It was nearly sleep, made of metal, and its distance from the opposite wall was too great for her to use her entire body as contra.

So that left… The Force.

Carefully, the petite blonde tiptoed to the wall, and began to lift herself. She hadn't had much experience yet with applying it in this way, yet surely, she began to rise from the ground, inch by inch, until she reached the top part of the wall, and could look in through the inner window that was there.

What she saw made her pause. There were… things, inside there. And people in lab coats that were running around them, injecting them with things. Some of the injections were causing the subjects to scream or die, whereas others… Alwine averted her gaze. It was monstrous. It was barbaric.

Landing on the ground, Alwine reached for her commlink immediately. "Backup is still not here," she whisper-shouted into it, "they are running experiments inside that lab! There are… Creatures, not human, not not-human, and they're injecting them with things. I can't go in there alone and come out alive. I need someone here, now!"

 

[Daisy Americus]

Location: Rejuvenex Gathering Hall [Bar] - Thyferra​

Objective: Party Like a Rockstar​

Tags: [member="Cathaoir Ordo"] | [member="Oax Ordo"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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Daisy hadn’t gotten too much of a response from the big lug [member="Cathaoir Ordo"] or his tihaar stealing friend [member="Oax Ordo"]. Okay, well, maybe the thief had something to say. He was…A little too joyful to stay irritated with though. “You done went and drank all my favorites…”, she trailed off, with a less than hidden pout, as if he had injured her in some way. He put another mug back while they waited and the PA system went off with the warnings about the bacta and the lockdown. “Ah’m Daisy. Just uh…Don’t let anyone bite ya. K?”

Her gaze turned back to the moody one. He seemed sad. Well, sad in that proud Mandalorian way that said he needed a stronger drink. It was a bucket-head thing. Daisy felt the need to reach out, even if, they weren’t of her Clan. She always felt some sort of kinship with those that reminded her of home.

Daisy made her decision, and with that, the golden-haired Mandalorian fished around in her oversized hobo-bag for a moment and found a data chip. It was small and innocuous. “Listen, fellas, you both look a little rough around the edges. Sayin’ you survive this…Drop by Haseria sometime. Take a load off. We got real ne'tra gal, tihaar, and good old fashioned fightin’ rings.”

She jumped a little, visibly flinching, when the voice of [member="Kaden Farr"] echoed around in her head. It was a strange feeling. Telepathy was something that made her uncomfortable, on the best of days, and it was even worse when it came from someone, she wasn’t sure she wanted taking peeks into her brain. What if he saw her favorite shoes? Her favorite outfit? Sans an outfit?

Her cheeks turned red. Again. Kad, dang it. <<HELLO! YOU HAD BETTER BE SHOWING SCHEREZADE A GOOD TIME. DID YOU SEE THAT GUY JUST BIT THAT OTHER FELLA?>>

Ah. Telepathy. Daisy was good at a great many things. As [member="Scherezade deWinter"] had learned long ago on Kalinda, the Force, was not one of them. Kaden would hear the most deafening loudness ringing in his cranium that the volume, unexpected, and probably debilitating. Considering he seemed to be on his way over anyway, [member="Scherezade deWinter"] in tow, she probably could have waited. But, still. His question confused her.

“Do ah look like a behavioral specialist?”

Why the heck would she know why some crazy rich person bit another? She reached out for Scherezade when she came near enough and placed a hand to her shoulder, briefly, as she knew how the woman felt about personal space. She wouldn’t bite her head off. Maybe. But, Daisy was affectionate. She couldn’t help but want to comfort her friend. Even, if she couldn’t fathom why she wanted to. Just something strange that she felt. The Force? Maybe.

Why else would she have the strong desire to tell her best friend that she was wanted?

“No—We can’t start killin’ folk. That’s crazy, honeygirl.”

Okay, only half crazy. If someone tried to take a piece out of her she was likely to peg them with the slugthrower hidden in her bag—Straight between the eyes. Daisy could feel tensions rising and she moved to stand a little bit closer to the people she knew best. It wasn’t so much that she was frightened, but, that familiarity made them strong. They knew how the other reacted. How they fought, or, in some instances didn’t fight. Then…People started to drop like flies. Shaking. The curving blonde woman realized she was holding her breath after a moment, feeling the hair on the back of her neck began to stand, and her head snapped around when a scream rose up from the first scientist that had bitten the other. He’d gotten free and was tearing the throat out of one of the orderlies.

Literally, tearing it out.

“...Kad…”, she breathed, not realizing, that her hand was shaking all on its own. Twitching. Just like guests that were progressively falling over and getting sick. The crowd had begun to move, surge, and scream while riots rolled through the gathering hall. Through the bodies Daisy saw the impossible. The body twitched. Her head pulled back a little. She was tempted to go over and put the pour soul out of his misery. It jerked more, seeming almost to seize. Then, shot to its feet, and started attacking another guest.

She reached into her bag and pulled out her slugthrower.

“..You…Might have been right the first time Scherezade.”

[SIZE=11pt]Pulling it out to aim, she fumbled it, and dropped the weapon. Her hands were shaking so bad she couldn’t hold it. A cold vein of fear ran down her spine…Don’t sample the bacta. She’d been in the hot springs. With the bacta. "Oh...Oh." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Oh chit."[/SIZE]

 

[Kaden Farr]

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w. [member="Cathaoir Ordo"] | [member="Oax Ordo"] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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Kaden shrugged at what Scherezade had said. It was fair, more than fair. They did not know each other, and yet, they were the same. It was in her voice, the way she talked about knowing abandoned, rejected, humiliated. Selene had touched her, and why she would not just admit it, Kadem did not know. They did not know each other, but perhaps he could help her understand, or trust him. They needed to trust each other.

"And yet you won't admit to meeting my mother, Selene. You met her before you helped us with the Givin. Jamine and rain... it is what she smells like. You may not know me, and I may not know you, but mother has chosen us both, which means we will be seeing each other a lot more in the future."

Kaden let that be what it was going to be. He laughed aloud about the way she offered to help kill Yasha. In truth, the woman stayed hidden. Yasha rarely ventured out from behind the man she had chosen over Kaden. They had yet to meet on the field of battle, never visible despite her imposing height and intimidating armor. He would have replied had it not been for the loud thoughts of Daisy in his mind.

"HOLY FETH DAISY, THAT'S LOUD...."

He didn't mean to react or respond in such a shocking way, but Kaden had not expected the volume. Rather than keep the conversation going, he waited until they arrived.

"Daisy was just saying I better be showing you a good time, Scherezade. I wonder... have I been? I will honestly say I think your friend here has a great sense of humor." Kaden was referring to the offer to help kill Yasha of course. "Though these fancy drinks aren't anything like what you got back on Haseria."

Kaden nodded about hearing and seeing the guy who was bit. Scherezade already had suggested it was not airborne which was right. However what made Kaden shake in his boots was the fact Daisy was shaking. He had seen her hold a slug thrower before, and she had a steady hand. Shaking was not good, especially with all the other shaking they had seen. That was when Kaden really stopped to look at what Daisy was wearing. She had been in the hot springs, and the hot springs contained the bacta.

Oh Chit was right.

"Daisy..." Kaden questioned as he turned to Scherezade. "She's infected. We need to find that antidote. Fast."

At this point Kaden did not care what he was risking. He did not care she tensed up when he got too close. Kaden face her, looked her in the eyes, and placed his forehead on hers once more. His strong war calloused hand rest against the back of her head as he spoke to her.

"Remember what I told you before we fought the Givin, and when you were worried about Scherezade? Daisy, everything is going to be fine."

His thoughts invaded Scherezade's mind.

"We don't have a lot of time."

Kaden reached for one of his slug throwers as he turned to face the sea of Zombies in the main hall. He was going to stay between them and Daisy. Like it or not, this time, she really did need their help, even if she was a capable warrior herself.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Top | Pants
Wielding: 3 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | 1 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 1 Dissuader K-30 Pistol with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Cathaoir Ordo"] [member="Oax Ordo"]

Again he said her name. Selene. She remembered what the woman had said. Elyria by second birth, Selene by her son. And now that he specified it, it would've taken an idiot to miss it. Elyria, Selene, she had never mentioned Kaden by name. There had been no way for Scherezade to guess that he was the son she'd referred to. For all she knew, she might've had many of them, and she might've met many people. But now it was clear. Her face went blank a she stared at him, her mouth running dry, not knowing what to say to that.

Chosen? To that, she could only shake her head. Scherezade was hardly ever chosen for anything. Where alternatives existed, she was left on the shelf to gather dust. When others were present, she was shoved into the back. Elyria, Selene, had said something about being there, about her children, but… Scherezade hadn't really believed it. Still did not believe it. There was always another one, there was always someone more important, there was always… Someone who wasn't her, that everybody seemed to prefer. And it seemed more often than not that no matter how hard she worked to change that, it simply did not. "I met her," she said at last, "that doesn't mean I'm chosen for anything."

Cut to standing with Daisy and the rest of the people.

When Daisy touched her, Scherezade smiled. Once, she'd almost murdered Daisy's brother. Almost a year later, she still thought he deserved it for what he'd called her, but she'd learned to let it go. She'd also made it abundantly clear to Daisy how she felt about personal space and touching, but… But Daisy was a friend. And Scherezade could see that she wasn't trying to impose. Daisy probably thought a hand on the shoulder was a middle ground. Grinning, the brunette snuck a quick hug to the blonde before the conversation with Kaden resumed.

Showing her a good time? Scherezade swallowed, her mouth going dry again. She wasn't like Daisy and a lot of other people. She could do the flirting joking thing when she was alone with someone she trusted and felt comfortable enough around, sure, but in front of people like that, and at a rave no less… Words weren't her friends right there and then. And she had a sense of humor? Did the short walk somehow send them all into an alternate dimension where everything worked differently? She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure she wanted to be sure.

And normally, she'd never want her friend to get hurt. For one, Scherezade wasn't actually a sadist. Seeing people suffer or be on the way to dying brought her joy only in very specific circumstances. Second, Scherezade didn't have too many friends. Keeping the ones she did have as alive as she possibly could was always a priority.

And…. What? It took Scherezade a moment to understand what was going on. To understand that Daisy's garb meant what it did. That she was… No.

Everything inside of the Sithling wanted to murder everything in a wide radius. Daisy wasn't sick – Daisy was infected. Which meant that if they didn't find the cure on time, Daisy would die. The men next to Daisy could die. Kaden could die. Daisy couldn't die. She'd remove an entire star system from existence if it meant she could keep it from happening.

Kaden's weapons were out and Scherezade bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She needed to focus. Going on a mad killing spree wasn't going to save her friend. She needed… "Protect her," she gave Kaden the order, "She dies for whatever reason, you die."

And with that, she just… sat. Flicking open her commdevice, Scherezade made no mention that it wasn't your usual CIS-issued machine. She was a Crow, she was part of the Ministry of Secrets, even if none of those gathered there knew about it. Long lists of information ran before her eyes, her ability to read at the scroll speed only made possible because she enhanced herself through the Force in that moment. Daisy wasn't allowed to die. Not like this. She needed knowledge to save her.

Laboratories. The Knights Obsidian had several of them. One of them had to hold the cure. Places like these always had labs that held cures, didn't they? The other option…

No. Scherezade might have managed to perform the Transfer Essence ritual, but she wasn't sure she could perform Arts of the Small inside the blood stream that ran through her friend's veins. There would be a time when she would experiment to see if she could do it. Now was not that time. Not when it meant she might end up being the one to kill her friend.

Alwine… Alwine had found a laboratory that was hidden. It must've been there. Why else hide it?

"Come on," she said, getting up. The look of determination on her face was impossible to miss. Two of her knives flew out, hacking forward towards the zombies as the group began to pave their path. "One of the Knights Obsidian found a hidden lab in the facility. If a cure exists, it has to be there."

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

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Objective: Race to the Truth - Security [Main Hall]​

Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"] + [OPEN]​

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Naedira outright wrinkled her nose at the mention of Dominus Talon. It wasn’t as if she had anything against the austere man, not really, but there was just something about the Talon bloodline that set her on edge. They had the same cold faces. The same piercing eyes. She had come to respect the Exarch for her sheer force of will but there would never be a day that she could forget being looked through with such intense accuracy. [member=”Srina Talon”] didn’t simply look at her. She saw past her. Beyond, what anyone should see. It was terrifying.

And…A little awe-inspiring. Naedira hated the mixed feelings she had on it. But, she’d seen the small woman stare down men and women twice her size, force them into submission, without saying a word. That wasn’t normal. It was freaky. And cool. But, still way, way freaky.

“If he fights like the Exarch…There’s nothing to worry about.”

That was the best she could say while not somehow managing to incriminate herself, or, possibility commit treason in front of the Knight Commander. When [member="Madalena Antares"] asked if she had requested security duty, the auburn-haired woman paused, and tried to think of an response she could give that wouldn’t be a lie. “I volunteered.”, as she did for many, many missions. She liked to keep busy.

At the same time…There were other reasons. One of them was doing bloody paperwork in orbit.

“There’s a coworker I thought I might see. We haven’t talked in a little while and I worry about how he’s acclimating. He’s…Particular.”

Particular. An arsehole. Same thing.

There. That was mostly true. Naedira had never realized how awkward she was when speaking with her superiors about her thoughts and opinions. She had traversed the world of politics on Naboo unwillingly. This was different. It wasn’t the same as trying to share little pieces of herself. That had been fact, based on statistics and polls, versus her personal opinion. She had advocated for people on a whole until her husband had…Passed. Personal sentiment had little place. Passion, absolutely. But sentiment?

Not on a political floor. Not unless she wanted to lose.

Then chit hit the pot. Alarms, screaming, terror—Great. Must be Tuesday. The Knight Commander seemed to recognize what was happening and ordered her to stay away from the victims. Naedira frowned, briefly, but obeyed. Healing was not her strong suit. She could. But, holy blazes, did it make the patient feel like she was ripping them to shreds. She was better at causing harm. That was why she was an Executor. Point her in the direction of something that needed killing? Dead, would it be.

Knight Antares went to interrogate the scientist while Naedira watched the fallen one. He was shaking. Sweating. He seemed to have lost all color, could barely breathe, and looked worse by the second. The Knight Commander on the ground seemed to know what was happening, at least somewhat, but Naedira wasn’t a scientist. She had never seen something like this…Only…

“Plague…”, she whispered, while her eyes widened, and she suddenly pulled her Obsidian Strike hood over her head. It had a rebreather. But, truthfully, if it was airborne, she was likely already infected. Hearing the call that [member="Alkor Centaris"] placed to all the Knights she flipped open her holo-comm and began to record a rapid-fire response just as guests started falling all around them. <<I’m in the main hall. Something is wrong. Guests dropping like flies, sick, from something. I think from the new bacta…One of them…>>

She paused, reaching with the Force to one scientist that had bit the other, and noted, that he didn’t really feel like anything at all. Empty. <<I think. I think he’d dead. But still moving. Walking. Attacking. He could be patient zero. It looks like the effects of some kind of contagion. Knight Antares is—>>

Her communication would cut off immediately when “patient zero” got free of the orderlies holding him down. He launched himself at guest, mauled the man, before anyone could so much as blink. Fast. Strong. In seconds the woman was bleeding out on the floor. Naedira rushed forward while the guests started to scream and the walking corpse disappeared into a crowd of edibles. She wanted to do something for this person. Anything. But, touching her could just spread the infection.

Instead—She waited, watching the crowd. She kept losing the scientist in screaming masses. She counted. The body at her feet began to seize. She stepped back. It got up, turned bloodshot eyes on her, and held the same, dead feeling in the Force. Her hand was on her chain-sword in seconds, and the head was on the ground moments later. Breathlessly, she sent another report, while she backed up toward Knight Antares. She would need to know too if she didn’t already.

<<Once dead. Thirty seconds. Maybe a minute. Take care of it before then.>>

Thirty seconds to what?

Reanimation.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

"Stay calm," he commanded. It was probably nothing short of horrifying for your average enlisted man, but Alkor would have expected nothing less of [member="Alwine Lechner"] and [member="Naedira Darcrath"], both veterans in the Knighthood. "Lechner, you have multiple allies inbound toward your position. Give ground if you have to, but focus on regrouping and not getting bitten. Once you have the manpower, you can push forward and contain the situation."

It was the best idea he had, especially when he only had a global positioning system to denote their positions and not a proper holofeed. It wasn't like he could ask any or all of them to record everything for him, especially under these conditions. "Knight Darcrath, handle it. Mutilate or burn the bodies if you have to."

What he did not say, what was more implicit, was "lock down your fear." She was a senior Knight and had gained the respect of her peers. The task fell to her to lead by example, even when it was difficult. Alkor was a harsh man to expect that of her, but he said it in a way that would not bring ridicule upon her if overheard.

He busied himself with writing up the report immediately, one ear to the comms so that he could continue to give feedback and make tactical decisions for the group if it became necessary.

 

[Madalena Antares]

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Wearing: Obsidian Strike Armor
Wielding: Dyntech Power Staff | Yrkaa Sidearm
Tags: [member="Naedira Darcrath"] | [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"]

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Madalena nodded as Naedira mentioned the coworker. It didn't take a genius to figure out who she was referring to; her records showed that most of her work was with two particular men, but only one of them had any acclimating to do. Not to mention, he was also elevated to Knight Commander recently. Madalena had not yet had the chance to directly work with the man, and she knew little of him other than that prior to little before he was made Knight Commander, he was not part of the Confederacy. But then again, neither was Dominus Talon.

Still, the way Naedira said it made it sound like it was personal business, and the two women were nowhere near close enough for Madalena to feel comfortable prying into it. If the two would ever become friends outside of work requirements… The two would probably have a bunch of questions to ask one another. But now was neither the place nor the time.

The Knight Commander's weapon was still aimed between the scientist's eyes, but it didn't keep her from hearing Executor Darcrath's response to the comms. Every Confederate at this point was aware of what was going on. She saw patient zero, the screaming crowds, the…. Zombies?

"What is it with the Confederacy and needing to routinely deal with various forms of undead?!" Madalena sighed.

Quickly, her arm moved. Any corpse that had fallen, she shot in the head, making sure that her slugs either remained in their brains, or made it through said brains and out through the other side. She didn't know if that would actually help with these zombies but, it was a precaution, and doing that tended to kill them 9 out of 10 times anyway.

Hearing the communications through her ear peace, Madalena looked to Executor Darcrath. "Go find Executor Lechner," she ordered the woman, "I'll protect the non-infected here."

Not waiting to see the Knight follow her orders, Madalena turned back to the crowd, removing her Power Staff from its sheath. She was used to situations like these. She had dealt with them a million times before. In another body.

Wasting no more time, the Knight Commander launched herself into the crowds, ready to kill the risen zombies.

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

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Objective: Race to the Truth - Security [Main Hall] to Laboratories​

Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"] + [member="Alwine Lechner"] + [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

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A familiar voice burned in her ear through her comms. Stay calm. Her eyes rolled heavenward despite themselves. No, really. She was just going to throw her sword and start running around like a headless chicken. Yes. That was exactly what she intended to do. The slender woman could feel her hackles rising, and surprisingly, it gave her clarity. Through the screaming she found a sense of peace, a taste of quiet, in which she found the Force beckoning like a dark reprieve.

She didn’t respond on the communicator to either order from the irritating man-child-overlord that was seated comfortably in space. To imagine. She’d been worried about him. Instead, she mumbled only one phrase, while she readied her weapon. “Eat me, Knight Commander.”

<<Understood.>>

Now, that, she sent. Naedira had known [member="Alkor Centaris"] for what felt like a blip in time. It had been months, perhaps, but she still knew him fairly well. Decent enough to know, often, what he was saying without hearing a thing. So…To say she actually understood was an understatement. The auburn-haired woman drew back her bilari electro-chain whip and a swift snap of her wrist caused the weapon to break. One of the infected was running toward her, almost blindly, and she took advantage of the momentum. The chain wrapped forward, ensnared the neck, the Knight pulled back with an inhuman ferocity. A snap. Broken neck. It slumped.

She pulled it free just in time to for [member="Madalena Antares"] to pass a new order. She planned to defend the survivors here? Alone? <<Acknowledged.>>

If Naedira hesitated, it didn’t look like it, and she pulled free from the gathering hall just as easily as they’d entered. If anyone manning the quarantine thought they were going to stop her, they were sorely mistaken, as the sithling barreled straight through. Find Executor Lechner? She could do that. While on her way she gave a new report to Knight Centaris, but, it would be cut short due to a wall of walking dead blocking the path out of the lab.

Greeeat.

Naedira skid to a stop and threw out a hand, sending a wave of the Force outward, so that it knocked the group back. There were only a few of them deep, but for her purposes, it might as well have been a city block full. They still looked mostly human. Wearing lab coats. Clothes. Jewelry. Some, still looked almost human, aside from killing blows, or bite wounds. She used her HUD in her Strike Armor to find her fellow Knight and rather than kill each abomination…Pulled on a different tactic.

She put her sword behind her back and placed her hands on the marble floor. Her eyes became bright, almost orange behind the mask, and wisps of smoke curled away from her palms. Frost suddenly raced long the tile and swept across the zombies like a cold front. It wasn’t pretty, skillful, or artful. It came like a force of nature with spiky protrusions that would no doubt have depreciated the integrity of the hallway. When the lot of dead were frozen, stopped in their tracks, she quit.

Breathe. Elements were her thing…But zombies? Infectious zombies? Not exactly her favorite.

With that, she grasped the hilt of her sword, and slashed a path through the ice-pop deadites. Nae didn’t hit all of them. Just enough to make a path through. <<Lechner. Status?>>, she questioned over comms, and grimaced, when she realized that her ping led deeper into the laboratories. Of course it did. She could hear screaming and monstrous things echoing from inside.

She pushed through. Naedira was small, but, there was reason she’d been sent to watch/guide Centaris in the first place. He was dark. Powerful, and cruel. The Darcrath woman was at least two of those things, though, not necessarily in the same degree. Nor the same order. She continued to use the Force to freeze the experiments that stood in her while, breaking them when she could, while not wasting any time. When it came to the lab itself…Should she go in silently?

Nah.

The security doors would be blown open summarily, moreover, gathering the attention of anything in the room. Backup, or at least a distraction, had arrived.

 

[Alwine Daye]

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Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boots Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword | WindWhisper
Tags: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Naedira Darcrath"]

Stay calm? Alwine blinked, looking at her commdevice. She'd been calm the entire time. Much aware of what she could and could not do, but still, calm. The man was lucky he was not her brother; if Gerwald or Varick had attempted to say something like that to her, she would've punched them in their ugly faces. Even if they were nearly two feet taller than her.

Sighing, she let her body back down to the ground. Looking to her left and right, the hallway was eerie deserted. She knew of the fighting that was happening all around the facility; her commdevice had never been silenced, and all the information streaming over the Knights Obsidian network reached her with ease. But then why was this hallway so empty? Why were the monsters inside the lab not breaking out not taking it over?

Looking up, Alwine bit her lip. Knight Commander Centaris had said that there were others coming, but where were they? She knew the Knights Obsidian to usually respond faster than that. They were more efficient, most of the time. Why was this different now?

She could've screamed with relief when someone finally contacted her – Executor Darcrath. She knew the woman. Not her, but about her. Slightly. A good and experienced fighter.

"This hall is entirely abandoned," she sent back, "the experiments are happening inside the laboratory. I'm waiting for you and anyone else that might be on their way here before going in. Counted twelve subjects, at least nine of which are already not themselves anymore. Uncertain about the status of the other three. There are many people in lab coats and-"

Well. There she was. And there went the doors.

"Welcome to the laboratory," Alwine said with an approving nod, bringing her own sword out of its sheathe.

The scientists did not try to stop them. Most of them ran backwards, trying to keep a distance. But there was one… Alwine spotted him almost immediately. He did not go back. He went forward and hit a button. The nine monstrosities that Alwine had reported earlier were no longer nine, but eleven. Only one was still strapped to his table, swearing and shaking.

The zombies came for the two Knights. Alwine wasted no time. Though she never lacked for brute strength, especially after learning to control it with the Force, her preferred fighting style relied more on speed and brains. She and Executor Darcrath made quick work of the zombies, and the floor of the laboratory was soon covered in corpses. Or made-again corpses. Depended on your point of view.

When Alwine looked up, she realized most of the labcoats were dead as well. It was the very same scientist that had pressed the button moments earlier that was still standing, a slugthrower in his hand, and he was aiming it at both of the Knights.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

He tapped the pen on the table in a measured staccato, cheek in hand. Alkor had never been a man to sit at a desk, least of all for any length of time. Consigned to that fate, when he listened to the havoc unfolding in the halls of the Rejuvenex facility, he could not help but find a hint of dissatisfaction with his orders. He should have been down there, carving through corpses and abating danger.

Perhaps it was that type of mentality that the Dominus thought to check? Alkor had always been a proactive man, but Elessar Talon was a quiet, reserved, and thoughtful if not infinitely patient Echani. His movements were measured and wasteless. Did he hope to imprint some of that on Alkor with forced inaction?

It only served to temper his frustration with bitterness. Darcrath acknowledged his order and made another rapid report, but Lechner did not respond. There would be another update soon enough, in all likelihood, so he did not press the issue with the Knight, who he did not know nearly as well as his former partner.

"If either of you note any irregularities in their patterns, please add it to the report. The scientists working on this later will need any field observations you can manage." It seemed like a pointless thing to say, but everything felt pointless now. Useless. Relegated to a position where his abilities meant nothing.

Forced to do nothing but... lead.

Alkor exhaled a long breath as he sat back. It was a burden greater than taking any number of lives. Now he was tasked with ensuring the survival of these Knights Obsidian, paired with [member="Madalena Antares"] on the Frontline. He almost cursed the Dominus Prime aloud.

What could he tell them? Focus? Stay calm? He tried the second. It sounded like a joke to him, and probably even worse to the two Knights in the thick of the chaos. His fingernails bit into his cheek and crimson seeped from the superficial wounds as the Dark Jedi focused himself.

"I will have a decontamination shower prepared for your return," he told them curtly. What else was there to say? "And if you have any requests for dinner, I will have them prepared for you for your efforts."

He tossed the comm aside without bothering to switch it offline, and it slammed to the ground loudly. If either woman were listening, them might have heard him cursing to himself.

[member="Naedira Darcrath"] [member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Daisy Americus]

Location: Rejuvenex Gathering Hall [Bar] - Thyferra​

Objective: Party Like a Rockstar​

Tags: [member="Cathaoir Ordo"] | [member="Oax Ordo"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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Daisy, despite the carnage, couldn’t help but grin widely when Kaden tripped all over himself at her telepathic communication. She had a particularly smug expression that lasted…All of about five minutes until unpredictable tremors made it hard to focus. Seafoam blue eyes were wide. Her glasses had fallen off of their position atop her head while the resort turned into a nightmare. “Y-You guys…”, she stuttered out, noting, that she didn’t seem to be as bad as some of the shambling creepazoids.

She didn’t want either of them trying to get hurt to help her. There was an itching sensation starting in her palms, a sense of warmness, like a fever, and her chest was starting to feel heavy. Like it was filling with fluid. Daisy watched [member="Scherezade deWinter"] sit down on the floor and felt panic rise in her stomach. Panic, and bile. It took all of her might not to suddenly retch up the few drinks she’d had.

“Don’t sit there. Y-You can’t just sit there—You’ll be hurt!”

Her feverish concerns were swallowed up when Kaden pressed his forehead to her own, just like he had before, only this time she tried to push him away for different reasons. “Don’ be stupid!”, she almost hollered, though, couldn’t help but settle when his hand found the back of her head. He spoke and she could feel her eyes begin to burn. He seemed intent on staying between them and the bad guys while Scherezade looked for a way to help. “What i-if there’s nothin’?”

“No cure?”

No one seemed to want to think of that. Daisy stood her ground when the rich folk started killing and eating each other, but, she was afraid. Who wouldn’t be? A sickness like this wasn’t something she could fight. Not with her hands, not with her weapons, or armor. She was going to be done in by some little gross thing that that she couldn’t even see without a microscope. “J-Just shoot me.”

“You have to. Ah don’t want to be that. One of those things—”, she moved forward and knelt down, shaking all the way, to clumsily pick up the firearm she’d dropped. Daisy could see the carnage with her own two eyes. It happened fast. The bar was only safe because there was enough security to keep it contained. The more people ran and panicked the worse it got. Daisy, for all of her want to live, to see the next sunrise, and to make have one more birthday—Would rather die than hurt the people she cared out.

She couldn’t have protected Scherezade when she took her memories and hid them in Madalena. She couldn’t have helped Kaden when his heart gave out so long ago…

But she could do this.

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

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Objective: Race to the Truth - Security [Main Hall] to Laboratories​

Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"] + [member="Alwine Lechner"] + [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

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<<Oh, a party.>>

That was the only thing she could say, face hidden, behind the hood of her armor. She preferred it with the filters and rebreather that made her feel a little bit safer. Even if, it was probably bull, because she’d been way to close to these things. She’d gotten the missive from [member="Alwine Lechner"] and nodded absently. Tied up by deadites, she hadn’t been able to reply, and could only nod to the woman beside her. She was grinning a little. But, masks. So crap for emotion.

Her eyes swept over the lab and her sensors started to catalog the lifeforms. Chit. Re-calibration also tagged the dead ones. Greaaat. The pair of Knights moved ahead and cut through their enemies like a pair of well-honed weapons. It was easy to move with the female Lechner, rather than against her, and Naedira let her style melt around her like water. Her fellow Knight was all speed and wit.

Naedira also favored speed, however, crowd control was more her thing. She used a combination of her whip and a Verpine Hand Canon to decimate the ghoulish creatures, while, channeling the Force as needed. It left her a whirling dervish of black and glowing orange hexagons, swathed in a sense of shadow, and finality. She only stopped moving when the floor was covered with…Ick. Dead, and, meatier chunks.

Her sensors picked up one moron. Holding a slugthrower? She would have snarled if it would have made any sense from within her gear. Instead, she strode forward, and challenged the terrified scientist. <<I wish you would.>>

The slugthrower found itself snapped out of the man’s hand and found itself flung, none too kindly, across the lab. <<Where is the cure?”>>, she demanded, reaching out, to wrap her hand around the man’s neck. She pressed him against the wall and drove him up into the plaster without mercy. The Force made her stronger. Better. Amplified every emotion, every passion, until it made her…Something new. <<Where?!>>

Silence. She loosened her grip a little. Still, nothing.

<<If you don’t spill your guts, I will peel your mind like an onion. Then, you’ll tell me what I want to know whether you want to or not. You can give me what freely or spend the rest of your life eating through a straw. Choose.>>

“There! There!”, the man squeaked, pointing to a cabinet along the far wall, that was full with as many doses as it could hold. Sadly…It wasn’t enough for everyone in the resort. On the bright side, the numbers, had considerably thinned. So many.

<<How do you administer it? How does I work?>>

“Science, imbecile. You can only treat the ones that haven’t turned. The sick ones. Just load the gun. Pull the trigger. You seem good at that—”

Naedira squeezed his neck harder, but, resisted the urge to kill him. Instead she pulled back and slammed his head into the wall. Hard enough to knock him out. They might have use of him yet.

<<You heard him Knight. Check the cabinet. I’ve got Slappy, here.>>

It was then that she got the missive from [member="Alkor Centaris"]. Her comms were a little fuzzy. Something about dinner? A shower? Her nose wrinkled. <<You don’t get to wash my back. But, I do like hot cocoa, fearless leader.>>

<<We should have the cure any moment.>>

If frustration could be made real, she imagined, that Centaris had a clone. She had never known him to willingly stand by when there was some sort of thrilling, chilling, blood spilling adventure to handle. Deadites? That was right up his alley. No repercussions. Just faceless creatures to turn into piles of ash. She blinked. Too soon?

Thyferra had only recently stopped being a pile of ash. Maybe it was a good thing Centaris had been benched.

 

[Alwine Daye]

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Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boots Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword | WindWhisper
Tags: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Naedira Darcrath"] [member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

Beneath her own helmet, Alwine was smiling. Naedira had taken care of the slugthrower before a single shot was fired. The amount of violence the other woman displayed towards that scientist brought a nod of approval from Alwine. While she had certainly not seen a reason at any point to be needlessly violent, the scientist and all that had happened had shown her and anyone else that this was a situation in which all the violence was needed.

Making a mental note to ask Naedira about peeling someone's mind like an onion, which she assumed the other Knight meant to do through the Force, the petite blonde wasted no time as she hurried to the cabinet. She let a few curses escape her lips as she realized the cure was on a shelf that ws too high for her to reach, and by applying the Force carefully, removed the entire shelf and brought it all down to the floor.

How would they know if it worked?

Brown eyes looked up, falling almost instantly on her answer – the twelfth patient. He was still shaking and shivering, still not dead. The warnings the scientist had given was very real; once they were dead, they were dead. The cure would only work for those who were still in the shaking and sweating phase. Confident hands worked as the Lupine put the vial into the gun and marched to the last patient, wasting no time as she injected his neck. There was a big vein or artery or whatever it was they called it there. If the cure had to be delivered through the blood stream, it was a good bet. Another good bet would be the crotch, but Alwine had no inclination to get near anyone's that-region.

How long would they have to wait? A moment? A minute? An hour? Alwine wished the scientist was still conscious enough to answer them. She turned around to say something to her mission partner, when she heard it. Or rather, she didn't hear it anymore. Lupines had meta-human hearing; she had heard the smallest of the rasps in the patient's breathing, how hard it had been for him to properly suck air in and let it out. But now it was gone. Turning her face to him again, Alwine checked his vitals. Breathing was fine. Blood pressure was fine. He seemed to be mostly confused.

"What planet as we on?" she asked him. "Thyferra?" came the question. Confused. But conscious. Functional. It was good enough. If there were any side effects, they could deal with them later. The important part was that the symptoms had cleared and he was not becoming a zombie.

Grinning, Alwine turned to Naedira. "The scientist spoke truth," she said as she grabbed a cart and loaded the vials of cures as well as the gun onto it. A bag would have been preferable, but she wasn't going to demand too much right there and then. "Most of our infected people are in the main hall. I will go there and administer the cure to them. I need to know where other infected people are so that I can go to them after that."

And… There were more zombies between them and them that had to be taken care of. Alwine cocked WindWhisper. There was no time to play around.

Time both flew by fast and had come to a complete stand still. Later, Alwine would have little memory of the path carved from the laboratory to the main hall. There had been zombies. There had been exploding undead body parts, blood, and all the rest of the gore that came with it. Three vials had shattered in the process; Alwine prayed to the gods of Stewjon, even though she did not believe in them, that what remained would be enough for those who were still alive.

When she kicked the doors to the main hall open, ignoring the quarantine warnings and the blaring red lights of the alarms, she swallowed hard.

"Anyone-" she paused, coughed, and tried again, this time her voice being loud enough to cover the noise that was happening there, the fights that were still going on. The main hall had their own share of zombies to deal with it, it appeared. "Anyone still not dead, anyone still not an undead zombie, anyone with the shakes and breathing and other symptoms – I have a cure! Line up here! Now! Those of you that are still healthy – kill the zombies! They're dead and gone!"

 

[Kaden Farr]

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w. [member="Cathaoir Ordo"] | [member="Oax Ordo"] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"]​

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There was something inside Kaden which nearly froze the moment it hit him Daisy had been infected. The sensation was one he knew all too well, one he thought he would never feel again. Fear. Kaden was genuinely afraid Daisy would not make it. He hoped they would find a cure, or an answer in time, but he knew it was also possible they did not. If that happened, and she died, would the Manda still take her? The Netherworld was not a place Kaden wished on anyone, especially Daisy. He also did not care in the moment she wanted to push him away and keep him from catching the virus.

"I'm not worried about me... I've seen what waits for me. You. You are not dying today, and you are not becoming one of those things. Not on my watch."

Kaden wasn't even sure it was his watch to have, but hopefully she understood what he meant. He had come to care for Daisy, and not just in a way that a friend cares for another friend. It had been a while since Kaden had felt anything aside from anger, and the desire for bloodshed and revenge. Daisy was the one who made him feel as though he could actually be human again. He admired her for it, even if her personality was the total opposite of his, and her outlook on life as well. Daisy made him a better person, whether she realized it or not, even their last mission together she had wanted to talk rather than kill. She challenged Kaden in ways he needed to be challenged.

Scherezade simply sat. Kaden had no idea what she was doing. That one was a quirky friend as well, but he knew whatever it was she was doing, it was with Daisy at heart. The woman had just threatened Kaden with death if anything happened to Daisy, so he was pretty sure she was doing something to help. What it was, Kaden didn't know, not until she mentioned a cure. From there Scherezade picked out two knives and started cutting through some of the Zombie things that were filling the room. Kaden had fired off a couple of rounds, all head shots. He wanted to be sure the beasts were put down for good.

Kaden turned to motion for Daisy to follow when he heard the words, “J-Just shoot me.” What was she thinking? Just shoot her. That was not happening, not now at least. Daisy was already kneeling, trying to pick up the slugthrower she had dropped. It did not take a genius to see what she was thinking, especially with the way she was talking. Kaden dropped as well, and placed his hand on the weapon as he looked at Daisy.

"They have a cure. You don't have to do that. But listen, I promise you this. You will not turn into one of those things, and if it comes to it... then I'll do it myself if that is what you want. Right now... hold on just a little longer. Daisy... I..."

That was about when [member="Alwine Lechner"] busted in with the cure. She called out for people to line up who needed it, and Kaden did not wait for any protest or compliance from Daisy. He just let a cocky smirk pull at his lips. This was the second time he was right about everything being just fine, even if he had wondered himself.

"See, you are not dying today," he said as he pulled Daisy up onto her feet and started moving her toward the line up of the cure. "Right here... we need some right here."

Kaden tried to get Scherezade's attention as she was killing Zombies, but it seemed she was busy doing just that. Hopefully she heard about the cure and would come and meet them, or maybe that would give her the freedom to kill without worrying about what happened to Daisy. Either way, Kaden was seeing this through, and Daisy was getting the injection which was being put into Kaden's hand to administer.

"This will sting, he said before sticking the needle into Daisy's arm.

 

[Oax Ordo]

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Location: Gathering Hall - Rejuvenex - Thyferra​

Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"], [member="Kaden Farr"],​

[member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Cathaoir Ordo"]​

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Oax had been paying more attention to the pile of empty mugs stacking in front of him than that of the party forming around him, and by party that meant the two newcomers. Ale number twelve down the hatch was when he noticed Daisy pull her weapon out and then proceed to drop it. That’s when he looked around and saw what some might consider a horror filling the massive room: people biting at each other and attacking anyone they came close to. “This is most certainly NOT a lock-in or party event.” He thought to himself, a lot more level-headed than he should have been able to think.

He looked back at Daisy, he was most definitely drunk, but even with hazy eyes he saw her hands shaking like she was in some sort of shock. Her acquaintances looked worried too, one, the female even sat down for a minute. Oax spun in his bar stool, maybe a little too fast as he caught himself with his left hand on the counter top, “Whooo boy. I’mmmm done for now.” He stated as he steadied himself. He thought he had glimpsed his cousin Cathaoir sitting a couple stools away from himself, but dismissed the idea of him being here enjoying a party.

Oax stood at the same moment as the woman [[member="Scherezade deWinter"]] and noticed Daisy attempting to scoop up her slugthrower. Lucky for him the other guy [[member="Kaden Farr"]] quickly knelt down to help her which Oax was pleased about as he might have lost his equilibrium in an attempt to do so.

“I know, *phew* I know introductions were never made, but, the name’s Oax. Pleasure toooo, ahh, make your acquaint-dance. Let's, follow her, she knows where she’s going, and that’s places.” Oax said trying sound friendly to the couple, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at his last statement as he meant to just say ‘let’s follow her’ as he picked up his bar stool by a leg and prepared to swing it like a club at any passing people turned monster.

He may have been drunk but he could hold his liquor, and had an unexplained knack for sobering quickly, or at least thinking and talking less drunk than anyone else who drank as heavily as he did. For now he needed to help get the blonde out of the main hall, something was wrong with her, and it definitely wasn’t a bad ale.