The Devil Came Knocking

[Tmoxin Temi]

Did this medical assistant ever stop working? Had she forgotten her manners and how to relax, thought Commander Temi? Either way, she was prepared to deny her request. “We are not going to the medbay,” said Tmoxin. “You, me and the Sgt. Major here are going to the Intelligence room. I want to run a thorough background check on you.”

The Commander still held her blaster but did not appear as trigger-happy as she was. She ushered [member="Urya Uvatera"] along the corridor with the Sgt. Major behind them.

“What exactly did you do for this Sith imposter anyway here at the garrison? Please describe some of your day-to-day duties."

Tmoxin didn’t have any special Force powers or racial trait that allowed her to pick up on a lie, but she herself was fond of deception and basically it takes one to know one. She was confident if the woman were lying, she would be able to tell.

[member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Besk"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

"You enjoy making life difficult don't you? Fine." Urya would walk with them, her servos processing the data from the personality chip. "I picked up the Sith at.. Uh. Hnh. I don't remember. He waved at me, so I assumed her was a friend." She pursed her lips, trying to think further on the subject, but ultimately gave up. " I'm supposed to be going around and cataloging inventory at medical outposts. Expiration dates, how many of what, who has surplus that can be reshuffled." She trod along, arms crossed. "My day to day USUALLY involves minor surgeries and subdermal cybernetic implants, but here I am! On bacta patrol. Just because some senior medical officer didn't like that I said his last skin graft looked closer to a Sand Raider's anus than a human face. Satisfied?" She fussed with her datapad, typing in and excuse as to why she wouldn't be done on time.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Besk"] [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Charlene Adaska]

Now, where was the med bay? [member="Urya Uvatera"] was probably going to get held up. That other woman seemed pretty sure that she was an imposter. Annoying, but someone had to complete he mission. She'd run ahead, turning corner after corner until she made a loop around. She'd taken the initiative and studied the layout. Always be prepared, that was her motto. A good one too. She'd get the vaccine herself and then... what?

She paused in place, looking behind her at [member="Cylus Jest"]. She had to physically resist the urge to curse.

"Sir, with all respect, we have an intruder. Standard protocol dictates that apprehending the intruder takes priority," she cleared her throat awkwardly, "It was in the training, you see."

 

[Hans Vaiden]

The whole thing happened so quickly that it left Hans wondering how infantrymen did it. He was a spacer, born and bred in the vast reaches of space and the limitless maneuver options, firing patterns, and fairly steady stream of information. On the ground, adrenaline pumped through your veins and the little skirmish was over in almost seconds. The pungent odor of discharged blaster bolts hung in the air and the sweat of fear clung to each and every man here - especially Hans.

He wished he had some of that sweet, temperature-conditioned armor that his men had.

But there wasn't time to complain about things you didn't have. The Jedi and his uninjured counterpart had, surprisingly, teamed up and fled back into the facility through another route. The monster of a man, [member="Detritus"], was busy doing his own thing and from the looks of it; he was doing pretty damn well. The Captain figured it to be in his best interest to not approach the abomination currently, so he brought his wrist comlink to his lips.

"Command, this is Captain Vaiden. Lock down the entire facility, seal all blast doors, and alert the garrison. Jedi are here." He shot another look towards the Stormtroopers from before, who were now recovering from the ground with apparent broken ribcages and wounds. "And get some medics down here, we've got casualties."

It was a medical facility, what did you expect? Almost immediately, the facility would spring into action with the alarm klaxons sounding off and the mechanical whirring as thick durasteel doors screeched shut. As for the Stormtroopers, several IM-6 droids sputtered out of their bays and moved to collect them.

Once that was all done, he had a job to finish. "Let's move out. Loop around and see if we can't catch them between a rock," He flicked a gaze towards the Sith monster, "And a hard place."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Cyril Grayson"], [member="Besk"], [member="Cylus Jest"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus shook his head once as he watched the stormtrooper, apparently feigning some form of disgust with policies when in reality he understood the policies extremely well and supported their implementation completely. Still it was inconvenient to have to leave this stormtrooper to their own devices just to deal with a problem. No...stormtroopers fought problems, they would come with him.
"Very well, you will join me in eliminating the threat." He spoke in an authoritarian manner as his eyes glared into her soul.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Hans Vaiden"] | [member="Besk"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

The Padawan was quick to react, at the very least. He would have to take the boy with him to keep him safe. He mulled over that thought as they approached the medcenter, just another right turn down the next hall. That was when the blast door closed in his face.

Another slammed shut a few paces behind them, forming a barrier between the force users and @Detritus. Cyril cast a look over his shoulder, breathed a quiet sigh of relief, and drove his lightsaber into the bulk of the door.

"They've slowed themselves down too. We need to retrieve the vaccines from their med room, and then we need to leave." He explained as the door gave way. It folded inward, a bent sheet of melted metal.

"Help me carve through these doors kid. That thing will make a mess of us in these tight corridors." He marched forward, impaling yet another door with his lightsaber.

They might have been trapped, but so were the Imperials.

[member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Cylus Jest"], [member="Besk"], [member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[Besk]

Besk had been following [member="Cyril Grayson"] down the hallway, trying to figure out exactly what the hell was going on. He had shown up expecting to find a Jedi and a Sith, what he ended up wti was a Jedi pretending to be a Sith. He shook his head, the entire situation was out of control and he hoped that the Jedi knew what he was doing. The blast doors slammed down around them and his frown only grew. " Kriffing great Now what?" He asked turning to the man besides him.

He watches at the jedi began cutting a hole in the blast door in front of them " How exactly is this supposed to slow them down if we cut a hole in every one of the doors? And what about that thing out side, Do you really think one of these doors is going to do much more than piss it off? " He stepped through the first hold and began helping to cut through the second one. " What's so important about that vaccine? Are the Sith using bioweapons? If so shouldn't you alert someone in the Order, or maybe the Republic."

The day kept getting worse and he only had himself to blame for it. If he had just left well enough alone and stayed away from Balmorra none of this would be happening. But you can't can you? you're a jedi and you are on this self destructive path to prove that you're past your mistakes, that you're a better person. Besk sighed heavily and kept cutting at the heavy door.

[member="Cylus Jest"] | [member="Hans Vaiden"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

"Calm yourself my friend. They haven't caught us yet." Cyril said, taking on that steady, in control voice he'd always used when speaking to Kaigann.

Kaigann had been his former Padawan. Raised from childhood as Cyril's student, the boy was like a son to the Jedi Master. The Sith had taken him away from Cyril, along with so many others. For a moment, a wave of nostalgia washed over the errant Knight, but only for a moment. He pushed it aside, locked it in a box for later, and returned to the here and now.

"These holes are small. Too small for our very large friend." He explained. "Don't let yourself panic my friend. Let the force guide you, and perhaps hope for a but of luck." He cast Besk a wide grin, and stepped through the thin gap he had cut through this set of doors.

A flurry of blaster bolts from the other side came to meet him. Cyril backed against the door, black blade spinning left and right to repel the dangerous volleys. The three soldiers trapped in with them were at a distinct disadvantage here, and each was struck with their own projectiles. One fell dead, the other two saved by their armor, but incapacitated.

Cyril breathed a heavy sigh, and set his gaze on the next set of blast doors.

"See...safe as ever. Now..."

He doused his lightsaber, and held out both hands toward the door. This one led directly to the medbay, and was much thicker. He would need the force to pierce this wall.

"The vaccines are for the people of Kinthar. They're dying without them, and I'm afraid we're alone out here. The Republic could never reach this far into Sith space." He began to force his will on the door, looking down to the very atoms that made up the durasteel, into the tiny unseeable cracks in the metal, the deformities no machine could ever repair. "Now help me with this damned door."



[member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Cylus Jest"], [member="Besk"], [member="Charlene Adaska"], [member="Detritus"]

 

[Besk]

Besk chuckled, he knew that tone of voice very well, it was the same tone he had gotten when he was in the academy as a youngling. it was the tone of voice that said ' there's nothing to worry about, everything is fine'. He wanted to reply with something quippy, but he knew that the Jedi was right. Panic only caused more panic, and it led to the feeling of hopelessness that he knew would lead to fear, and every jedi, down to the youngest youngling in every temple knew the rest of that mantra. He nodded and smiled, " You're right, I should know better." He focused on the task at hand and the work became easier.

The blaster bolts that flew into the small area they were in momentarily stopped him in his tracks. He had become so used to suppressing his connection to the force that he had stopped being aware of the world around him. He watched at [member="Cyril Grayson"] quickly sent the bolts back at their owners. Only moments had passed, but all three of the stormtroopers lay dead. He followed the Jedi through the small opening and listened to him explain the need for the vaccine.

" As you wish" Besk said with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He centered himself and began to focus on the door, allowing the force to flow through.

[member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Cylus Jest"], [member="Charlene Adaska"], [member="Detritus"]

 

[Charlene Adaska]

She wanted to grown in frustration, but instead, she saluted and shouldered her rifle. She'd look for another way later then.

"Yes sir! Err, thanks. To be honest, this is my first day. This place is like a maze. I'll follow your lead."

[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The assistant appeared to know what she was talking about from a medical perspective but what caused Tmoxin concern was her statement about the Sith Lord. You didn’t just "pick up" a Sith Lord and a Sith didn’t just wave to you, even if he was someone else undercover. Something was very odd about this woman but Commander Temi couldn’t put her finger on it. No matter though. Her identity would be confirmed soon enough as the three of them went into the Intelligence office of the garrison.

Imperial intelligence agents and slicers sat in a monitor-filled room with banks of mainframes and consoles. The room hummed with the sound of electric frequencies and was punctated by the lone tap on a keybord every now and then.

“I need you to run a background check on this individual. Please tell these fine agents what your name is medic as well as your enlistment number and any other relevant credentials," Tmoxin ordered.

[member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Besk"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

"Jawa spit, you really are going to make me do this.. FINE." Urya straightened up. " Adenine Temple, Military Cosmetic and Cybernetic Surgeon. Blue wing." She rattled off an employee number to the attendant, casually leaning against the console. "Yes, cosmetic. Don't give me that look. Soldiers like to look pretty too. Especially after a lightsaber cleaves their ear and nose off."

The upside of these personality chips is that Urya had, in fact, used some technological wizardry and a little bit of identity theft to create these profiles, sneakily slipping them into whatever systems she came across with a snap of her metal finger into an dataport. There was an upside of being absolutely bonkers. You were just crazy enough to pass, with the right stuff.

'Adenine Temple', 32, born on a colony on some moon, would show up in the databanks as a Military surgeon who was on a 'Medical Inventory Audit' disciplinary tour, with the statement of 'Insubordination' as the reasoning behind it. Urya waited boredly, her chin resting in her gloved hands and her butt sticking out.


[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Besk"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

The door began to creak as the metal began to give way. The durasteel shattered slowly, the material slowly tearing apart from the combined efforts of the two Jedi.

It flew inward, sending chunks of metal sliding across the floor. Within, only a security droid awaited. It raised its weapon, and Cyril removed its head with a quick twist of the force. The servos crunched as they have way, and the droid gave a shrill hiss as it tumbled to the ground.

"Should be an emergency elevator." The Jedi mused, marching to the stock of the medbay. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the vaccines; a line of boxes with an X-seal filed nearly into a column in the wall. Cyr grabbed as many as would fit in his pockets, which were quite a few, and strolled toward the back of the room.

There it was, the elevator. That should take them to the roof, if the schematics were to be believed.

"Grab as many as you can. We're leaving." He ordered, keying in his comm to [member="Urya Uvatera"] and [member="Charlene Adaska"].

"Amazing job stalling. Break off and head toward the west gate, it shouldn't be far. We'll pick you up from there."


[member="Detritus"], [member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Something wicked this way comes. From yonder, the wails of the monstrosity drew nearer as it too took its time to break through each blast door that got in its way. Instead of using the lightsaber it possessed, Detritus found that his own raw strength sufficed. The everlasting rage of the creature endured as he felt himself grasping the tail end of the Jedi's presence.

Detritus yearned to take the life of these intruders; not for satisfaction, but to simply kill what he had been programmed to hunt down. From behind the visor of the creature's helmet was heavy breathing and the systematic display of all vitals and proximity of his targets. They weren't too terribly far off.

"WWRRRRRYYYYY!!!!!"​

The monstrosity howled once more as he managed to bypass another blast door, actually able to pick up the scent of the Padawan now. The smell of novice blood made Detritus tingle with a strong urge to rip out the throat of the runaway and his partner. Coming to yet another blast door, the creation began the routine of ripping into the thickness of the durasteel once more. His blackened gauntlets tearing out fragments and bits as he reached through to the other side.

Forcing his massive frame through the small opening, he bent the metal to his will with the support of unnatural strength and inhumane tenacity. The Force was but another tool for the creature to use, yet he did not rely on it whereas others might in such a predicament.

"I SEE YOU."​

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And there Detritus stood at the very end of the corridor that contained the two Jedi. The creation stood silent and still, staring them down while moving his bladed fingers about in a creepy manner - like spiders slowly twitching their legs. The loud tone of Detritus' voice would resonate within the small space with a sort of monotone dissonance. His helmet distorted it, causing it to sound almost entirely outlandish and demonic.

The creation chanced upon the two men by first slowly walking toward them, then picking up speed as he burst into a sprint.

What would be the fate of the Jedi?


[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Besk"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin still looked unconvinced but truth be told, this Adenine Temple did seem to check out in every category. She had to suppress a chuckle when she read "insubordination." That entry didn't surprise her one bit.

Confirming what the Commander suspected, one of the Imperial Agents said, “She looks good, Commander. All clear.”

The Hapan officer paced back and forth for a few minutes thinking of what to do next. She should probably just let this belabored assistant get back to her work. Interesting that she was a cosmetic surgeon though…

“You are free to go, ma’am,” said the Sgt. Major annoyed that his Commander appeared to be stalling.

“Wait! I have one more question. My brother Dr. Armand Temi is a cosmetic surgeon,” said the Tmoxin. “Ms. Temple, which type of cells are better for regenerative surgery Abyssin or Swope Swope?”

[member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Detritus"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Besk"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus simply shook his head and left the stormtrooper, he had things to deal with. Specifically he wanted to go find the source of that ungodly howling noise, because that was quite efficient sounding and he simply needed to see what could cause that sort of fearful sound.

First off though he wanted to check and see that [member="Tmoxin Temi"] was doing well with the prisoner [[member="Urya Uvatera"]] and hopefully that she hadn't just flat out murdered her on account of being an annoying little nuisance. Not to say that that wasn't something Cylus wouldn't do, because he would. It's just he liked to add a little flair to his standardized executions, it made things that much more exciting.

It didn't take him long to find the building, and glaring down the guards outside until they flinched wasn't hard either behind his Plague mask, people seriously didn't like being watched by that thing, it made them...fearful. Which worked quite alright for him, he stepped into the building glancing around and watching the small group talk.

[member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Detritus"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"] | [member="Besk"] | [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Besk]

Besk watched as the door blew inward, the force was a powerful thing and it still shocked him at the things that could be done with it.He stepped into the room and looked around, he had no idea what this vaccine was or what it would do, but he knew that if they needed it then he would fill up every free space he could. Once he had full pockets he began following the Jedi towards the elevator.

The scream stopped him in his tracks. He turned and saw the beast in the doorway. He was pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to stop the beast alone, but both of them stopping to deal with it would only end up in them being captured. " Well, I guess things just got more interesting." He stepped back , but only one pace, his hand reaching for his lightsaber as he does so. " How are we doing this?" He asked over his shoulder.

[member="Cylus Jest"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Detritus"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

"Very good question my friend." Cyril quipped as he reached for the boy's shoulder, yanking him bodily into the elevator.

There was something off about this creature. Cyril had met many such things - monstrosities built by the Sith to hunt down Jedi Knights. They were common during the last war. Yet, very few exhibited a presence in the force, especially one of this caliber. Whatever this thing was, it could call upon the Dark Side at will. The errant Jedi Master had no idea how much skill this Padawan might have, and so he decided that fighting the beast would likely end in the boy's death, and stall him long enough for the Imperials to arrive.

"Another time kid." He said as the elevator doors closed. The vestibule tube hissed as it flew upward toward the building roof. From there, it would be an easy task to procure a swoop.

[member="Besk"], [member="Detritus"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya had already stood up, getting ready to leave. She scowled at Tmoxin. "I don't know what the hell a Swope Swope is, but if you're looking for cells with regenerative capabilities, you would want to go with an Abyssian. -However-, I'd remind your brother that using non-human cells to enhance the rate of human healing is a risky process. If the body rejects it, he is at risk for being sued. Use that fancy crap for experiments and emergency surgery. Stick to the safe stuff for cosmetic."

She hook her head, mumbling something about lawsuits. Unless stopped, she would walk away towards the medical stock room... Hopefully on the -other- end from the giant killer robot. Her voice popped over Cyril's and Charlene's comma, "Had some whack job hold me up. Coming your way. I need to copy some stock codes."


[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Besk"]
[member="Cylus Jest"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin still scowled but the medical assistant's answers were sufficient. Of course, she should have known the Swope Swope also had regenerative cells used to speed up healing and in some bio-implants, but no matter. Plenty of administrative workers like this assistant had gaps in their knowledge. If anything it only solidified the Commander's inkling that, like her record stated, she was here on Balmorra as punishment. Poor miserable creature, thought the Hapan officer. She supposed this bumblekark outpost was probably torture enough.

"Very well. As Major Ulysses said, you are free to go," Tmoxin said with a wave of her hand. Since they were in the Intelligence office, the Hapan officer took a moment to look at the surveillance cameras which were stationed around the garrison.

"There!" she shouted, spotting unknown entities on the security cameras of elevator bank 5. "I don't imagine there is anything of importance underground so my guess is that they are going up." Tmoxin unholstered her E-11 again and made haste down the hallway with the Sgt. Major close behind.

"Quickly to the elevators! There's a traitor among us and we need to stop him."

[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Besk"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Detritus"] [member="Charlene Adaska"]