Liin "Tera" Terallo
Sustainable Synthetic Force is possible!
Location: Vanten Station, Mid-Rim Orbit
I told them that we should not stop.
The droid pilot gave me that same tired look - the one similar to what spacers give when they are out of coolant, out of patience, and not nearly out of credits. “Ten minutes,” it said. “In and out. You don’t even have to get off the ship.”
I should have listened to myself.
Vanten Station looked like every other mid-tier orbital stopover. With dim corridors, patchy gravity, and a dozen different smells that should not exist in space or anywhere for that matter. But the moment I stepped off the ramp; just to stretch my legs, the air tasted wrong. Not chemically. Not biologically. But digitally. Like being watched by something with too many eyes.
By the time I made it past the first security checkpoint, the announcement rang out:
Biohazard Detected in Docking Ring C. Quarantine in effect. All passengers, please remain where you are. Medical drones are en route.
It took me all of three seconds to realize the alert was about me.
I checked my ID again. Spoofed, scrambled, double-blind. Nothing should have flagged. But the station’s AI was running a level of biometric screening I had not planned for. And somehow, it recognized something in my DNA.
Something I had not even tested on myself.
Now the airlocks are sealed, red lights are flashing, and I can hear the hiss of sterilization gas being pumped into corridor junctions like it is a standard Tuesday. Someone in a pressure suit just ran past me, screaming. A few others are starting to panic. And somewhere nearby, someone muttered the words: Catalyst Protocol.
Which means the leak was not an accident. I do not know if it is bounty hunters, corporate ghosts, Jedi; or all of the above. But the storm is coming.
And I am trapped in the middle of it.
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I told them that we should not stop.
The droid pilot gave me that same tired look - the one similar to what spacers give when they are out of coolant, out of patience, and not nearly out of credits. “Ten minutes,” it said. “In and out. You don’t even have to get off the ship.”
I should have listened to myself.
Vanten Station looked like every other mid-tier orbital stopover. With dim corridors, patchy gravity, and a dozen different smells that should not exist in space or anywhere for that matter. But the moment I stepped off the ramp; just to stretch my legs, the air tasted wrong. Not chemically. Not biologically. But digitally. Like being watched by something with too many eyes.
By the time I made it past the first security checkpoint, the announcement rang out:
Biohazard Detected in Docking Ring C. Quarantine in effect. All passengers, please remain where you are. Medical drones are en route. It took me all of three seconds to realize the alert was about me.
I checked my ID again. Spoofed, scrambled, double-blind. Nothing should have flagged. But the station’s AI was running a level of biometric screening I had not planned for. And somehow, it recognized something in my DNA.
Something I had not even tested on myself.
Now the airlocks are sealed, red lights are flashing, and I can hear the hiss of sterilization gas being pumped into corridor junctions like it is a standard Tuesday. Someone in a pressure suit just ran past me, screaming. A few others are starting to panic. And somewhere nearby, someone muttered the words: Catalyst Protocol.
Which means the leak was not an accident. I do not know if it is bounty hunters, corporate ghosts, Jedi; or all of the above. But the storm is coming.
And I am trapped in the middle of it.
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Open to all characters — bounty hunters, Force users, smugglers, agents, corporate fixers, mercenaries, medics, and wildcards.
The station is entering full lockdown. You might be docked here already, arriving during the event, or sent here on a mission.
Whether you’re hunting Liin, helping her, or just surviving the chaos — your story starts now.
The station is entering full lockdown. You might be docked here already, arriving during the event, or sent here on a mission.
Whether you’re hunting Liin, helping her, or just surviving the chaos — your story starts now.