Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Mystery aboard the Divine | Dominion of Empty Hex

[Primal Architect]

The Bryn'adûl
Mystery aboard the Divine | Dominion of Empty Hex​

The Divine Brutality patrolled the Dominus Sector, leaving the thick of their territory behind as they skimmed across the periphery of the Empire. The radar is silent, the crew is on stand down. A brief period of ship-wide clemency as replacement munitions and hull plating were being prepared within a neighbouring systems Super-Construct. In the meantime, the Divine remained in solitude on the edge of space. Solitary as victims of the nanophage from Sev Tok are treated aboard the intensive care facilities within the Divine Brutality.

Mystery develops aboard the Divine as its passengers begin to fall ill one by one. Discussion erupts across the ship, trying to discern whether this seemingly typically illness is spreading as a variant of the nanophage or something else entirely. The spread is slow, but continuous, the symptoms or cause are unclear.

(OOC: What appears to be a virus is in fact an unrelated parasite, passing through the Kraemonen and Errindak to be trasmitted to the crew, slowly deteriorating motor skills, causing neurological problems and exhaustion. This parasite is affecting the humanoids the quickest, seemingly not affecting the Kraemonen YET.]

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Discovery & Sterilisation
Ashaka and any of scientific education have been given intensive care detail, operating as both caretakers for the infected and the victims of the nanophage require medical attention. The effects of the parasite and its origin remain a mystery. Discover the nature of the parasite, withstand its effects before it can debilitate the entire ship.

 

[Badar]

Post: 1
Objective: Discovery and Sterilisation
Tags: TBD, Thova 'Mdanam

Badar was inside a Butcherer under his command. He typically worked as a branch of The Divine Brutality, but today he was ordered to work within the fleet, helping oversee the unloading of materials for the super construct. However what had started as a simple task was quickly becoming something much more complex.

As victims of the gas from Sev Tok were treated, something was spreading. Passengers were becoming ill, some were hit harder than others. The symptoms were unclear and the victims had various issues. Some were hit as if the gas was still present, losing the ability to breathe. Others simply found simple tasks more tiresome than they should be.

Regardless the source was unknown and Badar needed to stop the spread before it crippled the fleet.

His first step had been to quarantine the sick. It hadn't worked. This virus, whatever it was, continued to spread. Thus more action was taken. Work was given to groups of Drael who never got breaks. They had a strict schedule and were to stay away from other groups who had separate jobs. Essentially he separated the passengers and crew as much as possible.

It was yet to be seen if this would work, so now the Baedurin shipmaster had to play the waiting game as The Ashaka investigated the virus. He hoped it could be stopped....

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

POST: I
OBJECTIVE: Discovery & Sterilisation
LOCATION: The Divine Brutality, Western Quadrant, bioengineering laboratory room
EQUIPMENT: In Signature
TAGS: Badar | Thova 'Mdanam

Krarolk took in a deep breath of the sterile laboratory air as he observed the corpse.​

It was the body of a male Baedurin, its skull cleanly pierced by a kukri. However, it was no ordinary suicide. According to the Ashaka that had brought in the corpse from a nearby medical ward, the Baedurin male had become ill about two hours earlier, being stricken with a degree of exhaustion far exceeding that of his typical workouts. He had been taken into the medical ward when he violently lashed out, forcing the Ashaka to incapacitate him and tie him up in steel chains. However, just before fitting the chains to the male’s arms, he had awoken in a new fit of energy and seized a glaive from the hip of a nearby sentinel, screaming as he stuck it in his own skull. Despite the efforts of the Ashaka to revive him, the Baedurin male died after just eighty-four seconds.

Similar bouts of illness were spreading across the Divine Brutality, slowly but surely crippling its crew. Within the laboratory room, Krarolk, his two Zealot Elites, and a handful of Ashaka commanders fretted over their current data. Since they had already lost contact with several Ashaka medical outposts treating the infected, they had no clear estimate of how many of the crew had been infected or killed as a result of the effects of the mysterious virus spreading wildly through the vessel. All they knew was that they themselves were currently uninfected in the safety of their well-sealed laboratory and that, based on the reports Krarolk was receiving from lesser Zealots assisting the Ashaka, that the virus was quite widespread.

One of the Ashaka removed a syringe from a small cut he had made earlier in the skin of the corpse. Within the syringe was a blood sample, carefully placed on a sterile cloth atop a small desk. He reached out towards the sample with his spiritual energy, its observational nature completely foreign to Krarolk, who specialized in combat-enhancing energies. The Ashaka closed his eyes, clearly deep in thought. About twenty seconds later, he opened them with a shock.

“This virus isn’t the same as the nanophage we saw on Sev Tok.” exclaimed the Ashaka.

“We should inform the others immediately.” replied Krarolk. “Perhaps then, we can get a better grasp of how to treat this mysterious ailment.”

“I’ll authorize a command frequency to the others.” stated a second Ashaka commander.

She moved away from the group surrounding the desk and grabbed a specially marked communication stone from a compartment inside another table before handing it over to the Zealot Commander. He promptly activated the stone and began his communication.

[This is Zealot Commander Krarolk T’manu. I have urgent news. The Ashaka have discovered that this illness is not related to the Sev Tok nanophage, and likely has different symptoms and vectors of transmission. They advise continued quarantine and significant caution, especially around the infected in medical wards. If anyone has any further information on the illness, contact us immediately.]

 

[Galak]

Objective: TBD
Post; One
Location: Aboard the Will of Natok [Galak's Terror]
Tags: Badar

The Ivicerator, known as the will of Natok; hovered adjacent to the massive Divine Brutality. With the induction of a new creed, Warlords had been supplied with a variety of new tools to control their territories and explore the Galaxy as they saw fit. The Warlord had chosen an Ivicerator, namely due to its similarity to old Bruiser class vessels they'd used on Eshan nearly a decade ago. The name of course, an ode to an old friend. They had retrieved his body after the battle, how he had struggled on after his own insides had been pulverised? He had no idea. He could only imagine what had lead to those moments, what thoughts the Warlock had had.

Now, they watched over the Divine as its repairs were overseen. Galak stood alone in the communications room, idle in stance as he watched his message transmit to the other side. Received but once again, no reply.

"This is Warlord Galak, will of Natok reports no hostiles on scanners. Next assembly crew is embarking. Copy?"

He settled into a chair, watching as yet again nothing came of the sent transmission. Perhaps the upgrades had rendered the old communications suite offline. Only time could tell. The Warlord needed to take precautions regardless.

"Shipmaster, prepare a Gunboat with striker escort. Might need to pay the Divine a visit. Maybe."

 

[Osam]

Post I

Sev Tok had been an utter nightmare of a fight. Once more they had thrown themselves into the fray, but this time they had done so with an almost complete disregard for the possibility that they would lose. They'd entrapped themselves within a dome of Quilxyn energy, and fought and fought and fought only to find themselves pressed back to the Epitaph and nearly annihilated in the process. It had been a foray into the inexplicable, a strategy whose only purpose had seemingly been to prove the worth of the Draelvasier, but a thousand rats could always kill a war-beast.

Now the Warlord stood within one of the medical wards of the Divine Brutality, observing as the bodies of those placed near him writhed and shook as they were destabilized by the wretched nanovirus plague that had been used against them. Osam had seen this type of weapon used in the past, and he knew that the odds of survival were fairly slim if existent whatsoever. Thankfully, he had managed to avoid suffering a similar fate thanks to the rescuing hands of Quoron Ver'dum .

The capacity of the Vaydralen to prove their worth even so soon after entering the galactic scene had been evidence enough of their raw talent. He would enjoy working it into a fine weapon for the Bryn'adul as a whole.

For now, though, the hybrid merely sat within the medical bay, waiting as an Ashaka went about the painful work of severing away whatever strands of arm-flesh he possessed that might interfere with the limb's regeneration. It was suffering - but the cauterization of the lightsabers had made it necessary. He would never regrow what had been lost if it was not done, but it made him grit his teeth every time the knife blade fell, even when he knew that it would be coming.

Of course - he didn't expect to hear the voice of Zealot Commander Krarolk in the midst of his brief operation... he definitely didn't expect to hear that the plague mere feet away from him was not at all related to the Sev Tok xenophage, and was instead a completely isolated and wretched occurrence.

Suddenly aware of the possible presence of an insidious and stealthy killer in close proximity to him, Osam took hold of his own mindstone, channeling his thoughts through it in a reply to Krarolk T'manu.

"What are the symptoms? Do we know how many are infected yet and where? I can start locking down the medbay I'm in... but what about the others?" He had meant the other medbays, but he now remembered the support fleet that had assisted in their retreat, including such vessels as the Butcherer under the command of Badar and the Will of Natok which now housed his friend Galak