The Bogan's Wraith

[Ye Hyonu]

The time it took for them to gather everything and everyone, Hyonu was able to download some files that were being sent through their secure comm links. He glanced through the photos of the different cases and worked through the notes of those that were treating them. The man became absorbed with his work, until a younger woman moved to tap his shoulder. Glasses sliding down his nose, he looked towards her and nodded. “mwo?” Slipping into Seoulian, he knew the woman already understood most of what he was saying.

“We need to go Dr. Ye.” Nodding, he gathered his things and they boarded the shuttle. He napped on the ride there as the young woman quickly worked through his notes. Only a few people were allowed into his private notes – the woman beside him being one of them and the other was still back at the Rest.

The shuttle touched down and the station, ground zero was in view. Hyonu, stood and took the notes from the woman’s lap who was now passed out. He didn’t wake her, there were other things on his mind that he needed to take care of. Samples were needed.
Equipment was unloaded and his lab was set up quickly. The doctor didn’t bother to help, he was too busy sipping a cup of tea and watching the others work. The datapad soon found its way on one of the tables that were neatly set up for him exactly how he liked it. “Send a radio message,” One of the men setting up paused and looked to the doctor.

“Let everyone who is working on the quarantine to gather everyone together. Breathers and hazard suits required. Separate each case by how dark the rings on their skins are. Light rings we can treat they’re in early stages. Dark…” The doctor paused. “Make them as comfortable as possible. Get me a sample from each stage as well.” Sighing softly the doctor shook his head. This was going to be a long mission.

The man who spoke with the doctor turned and sent a transmission out to all members.
[Extreme hazard taken, breathers, suits. Collect and separate individual cases by deepness of bruising and rings on flesh. Collect Samples. Stay safe.]

[member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Helly Reyne"] @Darkhold @Draven Dursden [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Nora Lithos"]

 

[Ronin Wendigo]

Location: Torn Station, exciting living quarters into the hallway.

[member="Darkhold"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Helly Reyne"] | [member="Ye Hyonu"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"]​

It was then while his mind contemplated and distracted by thought stemming from the recent trip that he didn't quite notice. Till he seems to hit a dead end when he ran into a rather tall Ithoran that was then stopped dead in his track. After hearing the message come over the com and that was soon followed by the close of the connecting hatch door between the different section of the spaceport. And with it a veil of slight confusion as well a faint air of fear come over most if not all the inhabitance round him. Something which became much more apparent as well palatable as time wore on. And one by one those gathers either were met and escorted to the side makeshift tent. By some seem well to seal off being wearing full head to toe contamination suits which told him otherwise that this was serious.

As much the same way some semblance of peace and order was kept while one by one they did their earnest to sort everyone out, That is until one seems to show some advance symptoms of the sickness that befell the place. All but collapsed and fell to the ground shake and convulsing with putrid pus mix with blood began oozing out the scabs he was desperately clawing at on himself. That the crowd began to show sign of restlessness or agitation. To which with some quick thinking and haste those conducting the quarantine did their earnest to contain as the pickup and move the patient out of there and the sight of the others. As they then began to control the crowd and push thru with sort everyone out while continue to send an update to the main hub regarding the situation on the ground.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

“Hmmm,” the pink-haired Padawan twisted slightly, arching an eyebrow at her friend, her aqua eyes twinkling in amusement. “You don’t recognise him? That was Draven, he used to be a Padawan with Yuroic too but seems to have earned his promotion. You really didn’t spot him? Although…” The young woman turned an impish grin on her friend, “speaking of recognising, I almost didn’t recognise you in that armour. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking that uncomfortable before. You really don’t like the armour do you. Think of it like this, just imagine how sad we’d all be if anything actually happened to you although…I bet Tana wouldn’t mind if you decided to run a mission naked at all would he?” A playful smile tugged up her lips as she elbowed her friend in passing, frowning ever so slightly, “you know that would be a lot more effective without the armour in the way.” Dropping off her bags Asaraa leant back against a wall, “You know it’s funny, lightsabers, giant ships, all that’s easy to handle, but something like this, there’s really nothing you can do to prepare against it, to protect yourself. It’s a little…well ok it’s a lot scary.”

[member="Zavii"]

 

[Zavii]

"Draven? Hmm," the Zabrak raised her fingers to her chin, blinked in mild surprise at the feeling of the armourweave glove on her skin, then decided to just rest both hands on her hips instead. "I mean, I think I've seen him around, but someone advised me to steer clear. That Human Padawan with the dark hair... Raven, i think. What ever happened to her, anyway?"

"Regardless, that guy's got something going on. His Song is... painful." Her eyes grew distant as she fell into deep thought. "There's Darkness in him; something in his past. I hope he can move past it." She shook her head slowly and blinked, centering herself in the present while [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] commented on her armor. She let herself crack a mischievous grin to match Asaraa's at the thought of actually going into a fight totally nude and said, "No, I don't think I'd get any complaints from him, unless he's the jealous type. I don't actually know weather he is or not... maybe you can help me figure that out?" Zavii cast a suggestive wink at her friend and laughed brightly. "Imagine how red he'd get!"

Again the conversation grew grim. They were up against something perhaps even more brutal than even a hoard of Sith, since viruses didn't tend to discriminate. "Yeah, that's the only reason I had this getup made, because it's vacuum-rated. Hopefully it works. Otherwise I don't think they'll even let you see me in the quarantine, and I don't think they have a cure worked out yet. It'd be a real shame not to get the chance to kick your ass once and for all. Now, help me get this helmet on without pinching my hair, then i'll do you."

 

[Valkren Calderon]

The transmission from Grandmaster Valae suddenly cut through their communications as the squad of rangers made their way back to the staging area.

"Copy that Grandmaster, rangers are on babysitting duty. We'll take good care of your people." Valkren cut his side of the comms before advancing any further into the staging area, avoiding giving Valae feedback from the surrounding noises as he approached the rest of his unit. About two dozen or more rangers from the First ranger special tactics unit, or 'Radama Raiders,' stood waiting with their weaponry and identical suits of armor. This armor was sealed tight to avoid any chance of getting infected by this contagion.

Lieutenant Harris was standing there, waiting for the silver medical teams to arrive. Valkren only knew that the katarn-clad soldier was Harris by the personal marking he had made on his armor, and the display with 'KONRAD' on his Heads-up-display.

"Pretty nasty out there, huh?" Konrad remarked, turning his helmeted head to his left as Colonel Calderon approached his side to look at the oncoming transports with him.

"Not too bad here, not yet at least. Can't say the same for the other sections of Torn."

"Bloody mess.."

"How are the rooks' holding up?" Valkren spoke to this end due to the fact that the raiders' special forces team required some fresh meat for the 'grinder.' So after a brief selection period, a new fire team of operators was added to the roster. This would be their first legit operation within the teams' structure.

"Pffft, little bastards will be fine. I'll tell you though, you'd think they're all my grandkids, the way they always ask me damned questions."

Valkren cocked a brow behind his visor at the statement about grandchildren, looking over to the lieutenant, "Wait a minute..You're how old?"

The colonel could only crack a smile after this statement, knowing all too well that Konrad's face was probably getting red with frustration at the mention of his age.

"Right..Well, better make sure the men are prepped for riot control and escort duty.." Konrad turned to move towards their platoon, Valkren giving him a sportsman-like slap on the shoulder plate as he walked away mumbling. Valkren only chuckled as he looked back to the landing areas.

Eventually, the rest of the silvers would be inserted, and the medical personnel would file out one by one. The youngish colonel wasn't too sure on who exactly they'd be meeting with to escort, so he just stood there before the transports. Hoping his rank tag and armor alone would attract the attention of whomever medical officer that was in charge.

[member="Ye Hyonu"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Zavii"] | [member="Darkhold"] | [member="Helly Reyne"] | [member="Nora Lithos"] | [member="Draven Dursden"]

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Location: Torn Station, one of the many corridors.
Assets: A suit of ancient beskar’gam devoid of technology, two lightsabers, the Force. A transport docked in the hanger.
In the Vicinity of: [member="Helly Reyne"] , [member="Valkren Calderon"] , [member="Ronin Wendigo"]

Up the corridor, the nearest door was Helly’s. The door was closed and the corridor down that way was empty. Down the corridor were two very surprised station guards. It appeared they were guarding a door? Behind that door was sickness!

“Halt”, the first guard yelled out at the armored man.

The second guard feeling a little too much fear fired his blaster rifle.

The red bolt sped down the hall way.

The Dark Kashi with a snarl he raised his hand and then batted the blaster blot away. Smoke rose from his armored gauntlet as the bolt hit the wall to his left. From the little sign of damage to the gauntlet it made it easy to assume this man was a Force User.

The feeling of dread quickly overwhelmed the guards even more. “Is he a Sith”, one asked with a shaky voice.

“No”, the Dark Kashi growled out. “I do not hunt you”, Garith looked at the door and then down the hall way behind the two guards.

“I hunt, the cause of this sickness”, he started to walk again towards the two guards. They quickly placed their backs to the wall.

Garith just walked on by...

 

[Ronin Wendigo]

Location: Torn Station, exciting living quarters into the hallway.

[member="Darkhold"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Helly Reyne"] | [member="Ye Hyonu"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"]​

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And soon enought didn't take long for things to seem to calm down a bit to which end. Given the time think things thru Ronin then opted to keep things on the low figuring. With everything seem being on lockdown there was no getting away and for the time being he could perhaps just make better use his time. And keep an eye on things....learn as much he could about the situation so that if need be he could probably forward what he gather to the possibly arriving response team. Who most likely would include a jedi or two...


And till then while he waited for his time be called to check out or clear that he sat on the sideline. That he for some strange reason could help feel a faint yet familiar sensation come over him. One which for the most part defied explanation as much recognition as if nothing else. Though train and verse in the use of the force...it was not so when it came to the other aspect of his being when it came to his Kashi heritage. Something which hard as he tried to rectify seem to be no less elusive as it was seem the opposite to what he intend do.