The Outbreak

[Aidan Moonrunner]

The Zhornee officer sighed as she checked the time once more. This particular camp was set up as a landing area for the alien relief efforts. Many of the Zhornee on the site resented the need for such relief, but they knew better than to question the Empress's orders.

No one was completely sure how the outbreak started, but what they did know was that it had gone major in the last month. Entire villages were being wiped out by the Grey Plague, and the few doctors the Zhornee had were either working for days at a time with no rest, or were infected themselves.

The officer looked over the women she had with her. They were mainly regular infantry, with extra coats to protect from exposure. Chaos reigned in the villages stricken with the plague, and this escort was to ensure the safety of the aliens.
But she shook herself out of those thoughts. She had to look presentable, after all.


[member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Shamus Walker"] [member="Rianna Ar'klim"]

 

[The Page Master]

The Page Master was inside a quarantine zone set aside for children. It was an area under a massive tent and the walls only went up half of the way towards the ceiling. It was more like an open air maze rather than a facility. He knew that it was scary for children to have to deal with the confines of a hospital, let alone the desolate conditions of a quarantine zone. He need not worry about becoming infected himself. In fact, he could probably cure the children right then and there, but he dared NOT do it. That's not how you write a good story. Sometimes, children died. Also, if he would handwave these children back to their normal health, nothing would be learned, gained, or taught.

No, he dared not tamper with fate. However, that didn't mean that he couldn't make this experience more bearable for everyone. A young adult medical tent volunteer walked in on the scene: 18 children sitting in various positions, some fidgeting and others listening intently. An old man wearing a funny looking blue robe, sitting hunched over on a stool, telling them a story. This is what the volunteer heard this old man speak in Zhornee:

"...Calvin walked through the seven layers of the Candy Cane Forest, past the swirly twirly gum drops, and then he walked through the Lincoln Tunnel." Before he could keep telling the story, he was RUDELY interrupted by the volunteer.

"What!...Who are you?!?" He demanded.

"Why, I'm---"

The youth came forward and grabbed The Page Master's robe sleeve, yelling "Guards! Guards!!"

The Page Master got just a tad bit huffy and steamed. What indignity was this that a close-minded boy would rather call for someone to deal with his problem than actually learn about it himself. "Oooooh, Phooey! I know when I'm not wanted!" He pulled out a stick from one of his sleeves, tapped the top of his hat a couple of times, and sang, "Hickitus pickitus tickitus hurl! Time to get away like a squirrel!" Once he said the word "squirrel", he rapped his hat with his stick and he shrunk down into a blue squirrel with a white tail and a bushy white beard and mustache that wasn't long enough to impede his movement. His robes had disappeared as he transformed and the stick was just a little twig in his hand, now.

He bolted away and upwards, until he was perched on top of one of the dividing walls. "Now, remember kids!" he said in Zhornese. "Try to keep your chin up and I'll try to come back and finish the story! Ta ta!" With that, he turned and ran away only as a squirrel could do at such height.

[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"] [member="The Page Master"]

Umbrella Company, that's Jasters company who had a facility on the planet, he was only interested in gather the data from the labs. He was the owner and CEO of Umbrella Company, he also invested a lot in a private containment unit. The spin was to be a private relief effort by his company in service to an underdeveloped planet. Being seen as a non-military relief party, the public would be less worried, also Jaster brought doctors and scientist. He also brought secreat security teams and technicians to recover the data from the research facility they just recently set up on planet.

Jaster exited hyperspace above the planet with his Hammerhead Class Cruiser along with 3 Pelta-class frigate on donation of the Healer Guild. He also brough medical supplies from his company and doctors with medical reliefs from Patners of his company. Enough to assist with a cure or possible vaccine for the planet.

"Ground Control, this is Admiral Jaster Awaud requesting clearance to land and assist with the quarantine and relief on behave of the Umbrella Interest Company."

 

[Haaza Kutter]

Haazan Kutter was taking his time wandering around the camp, getting a feel for the disease, he was working in one of the tents for the older groups, mainly he was focused on the older groups of people, analysing them for their symptoms and how the disease worked, "Hmmm... this is not good." he would sigh, his arm resting on his medical equipment, "This disease is worse then I feared, I will need to be here longer then I anticipated." he would say, continuing his work on the older patients, though this was nothing more then an illusion, a mere façade that he had brought up to hide his real purpose, his goal was to weaponize the disease for The Jackals, though he was not aware as to if they knew.

He had been working for at least a few hours now, he had been getting samples of the disease from different groups, using this for future analysis to identify if their was any difference from age or gender, though he had not had enough time to work on it, he was fairly certain that it was the same all around. "Well, that's sorted." he would mumble, seeing no real variation, he would grow bored of this disease, finding it to be nothing more than a normal disease outbreak. Though he made a promise, and continued to work on the people in the tents, his hands rushing past his utensils to clean the wounds and sew up the freshly carved skin.

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="The Page Master"]
[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Vyse was walking around the camp, dressed in a Hazmat suit flanked by his EA-9 Hunters, mapping it out. He wished to be ready should they need to leave the camp quickly. He disliked having to see the disease, as it was a eye sore the effects it took on the body. Not that he was squeamish, he had chosen to come here after all. When he heard about the disease, he thought it would be a great chance to weaponize it. He found a likeminded person, Doctor Haaza Kutter. Vyse funded the Doctor and they were here with the cover of he was trying to help people, while Vyse was his security.

After Vyse felt he mapped out the camp well enough, he would return to the tent where the doctor was working. As he walked up to the tent, he would see his Mirari droids standing guard outside, scaring off any thieves that may try and robb the Doctor while he works, and allow him to work privately. Vyse had lent them to the doctor, so when he walked up to the tent they allowed him in. As he entersm he would see the doctor work away on another infected. "Any luck Doctor?"

[member="Haaza Kutter"]
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="The Page Master"]
[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]

 

[Haaza Kutter]

Haaza would look to the visitor, his eyes prying at [member="Lord Vyse Magrath"], "Yes, yes, I'm making progress at developing a way to slow down the disease, that shouldn't take too long, a few days at most, a vaccine, a few weeks, a cure though no real idea." he would respond to his question, "Meet me out the front of the tent in a few moments, I need to finish up." he would continue, motioning him out of his presence as he applied some ointment to this patients body, its not capable of killing the infection, but at the very least it would remove the intense itch.

After a few minutes of applying the ointment he would walk out the tent after cleaning his hands off the ointment, "Next time, don't ask me about the progress, especially not in front of the patients." he would whisper, making sure that no one would hear their conversation. "But yes, its been going swimmingly, the disease overall is nothing special, just a basic disease that just popped out of no where, from what I have seen their is no difference between genders or age, though a good thing is its contagious nature, letting it spread quickly. Like I said, nothing special." he would continue to whisper, telling his friend everything he wanted to know.
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="The Page Master"]
[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] [member="The Page Master"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Lord Vyse Magrath"]

Wes stood at the gate of the quarantine zone with one or two of the other guards. Normally he liked high ground during engagements. In this case their was really no high ground to use. Being the case Wes held not his sniper rifle but a standard issue carbine with a few extra clips of ammo. He had gotten some hazmat gear from the locals to keep him safe from whatever this disease was as part of his payment for his assistance.

As he looked around the camp it was a melting pot of different species and professions. All seemingly dedicated to a noble purpose. Well except Wes he was here because the Empress had offered a Kings' ransom of credits to keep out thieves and those infected who could spread the disease to the uneffected

Once the briefing at the gate was finished Wes nodded taking up a flanking position. Wes was a mercenary and trusted nobody with his life. In things hit the fan he wanted to make sure he was not in anyone's line of fire.

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Vyse would leave the tent and listen to [member="Haaza Kutter"]. A little annoyed that he did not understand why he said it the way he did. He lean in and whisper. "I said any luck to keep it vague. The patient would be none the wiser if you said it's going great. So I mapped out the camp and know the fastest way out, Should we need it."

Vyse would look around. He would then command his droids to alert them should anyone gets close. They do as commanded immediately turn around to watch for anyone. He would get close and whisper. "So how close are we to weaponizing it? Is there anything we can do to speed it up? And is there anyway to really make a cure?"

[member="Shamus Walker"]
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="The Page Master"]
[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]

 

[Haaza Kutter]

Haaza would look to him, "Every Disease has a cure. Its a universal fact. As to weaponizing it, that's all to easy. Besides, you can leave once I have got what we needed, I'm staying behind to do more research." he would finish up, still whispering, only to quickly believe their is little left to talk about and moving back into the tent to work on his next patient, it may be boring work, but if something changes, it will be all to good to be aware of it.
[member="Lord Vyse Magrath"]
[member="Shamus Walker"]
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="The Page Master"]
[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Vyse would speak to him in a normal tone as he walks away. "All right then. Give me a update on both of them in a few hours or when there done. I am heading to my ship for lunch. Droids, preform last orders" They did as commanded, the Mirari went back to guarding the tent and his EA-9 Hunters flanked him.

Vyse would walk away from the tent. On his way back he would sees tents full of people, some trying to cure the disease, some getting food ready for the hungry. Vyse continues passing a few check points, he would see soldiers, training in case of attack. Vyse would think how it's funny how the same people ready to kill these infected, were so close to the people trying to save them.

After passing the last check point, he would walk past a few ships to see his. His droids inside the ship lower the ramp for him as he comes close. He walks up the ramp as it raises behind him, his hazmat taken off by his droids. It's taken away to be burnt as a new one is placed by the door to the ramp. He goes to his dining where he sits at the end and awaits his meal.

[member="Haaza Kutter"]
[member="Shamus Walker"]
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="The Page Master"]
[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Lord Vyse Magrath"] [member="Shamus Walker"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]

Jaster had received confirmation to land his contamination prevention units near the quarantine zone. He was to take orders from the empress herself. The Umbrella Company was a private medical conglomerate with a contract with the planet. Though they had no ties for prevention measures on the planet, Jaster had stock on the planet that he needed to recover.

The planet was rather cold, he figured the illness was spread through contact, the harsh winds and cold temperatures were too much for a normal virus. He was no disease doctor though, he was a base geneticist. The bug would prove not to be a genetic link to the planets, unless it only attacked the locals.

None the less he had plans to post sentries around the zone and doctors and scientist placed at the center of the camp. His company would provide much needed equipment and. Supplys to last the camp 2 months and the science team hopefully enough to find a vaccine at the least within the time frame.

Jaster had three transport ships and his cruiser land near the quarantine zone. Brought in 1,200 quantitie security forces and 500 medical and science personel. The camp was now to be ran my company policy until proper establishment of command could be established. This was his company's interest planet, perpose, Classified.

Jaster stood at the entrance of the camp, around him guards were placing up fences and watch post, "This zone is now under the supervision of the Umbrella Interest Company, mercenary security will report to central command while freelance doctors and medical personel will report to nearest science facility, orders will passed down from command and data will be shared with company employees."

Jaster walked away from the enterence and in his airtight armor walked to the center of the camps, "Find me the empress now, I want to know why the contamination is so close to our facility, this could spell disaster for our interest in the sector!" Soldiers scattered to radio the empress.

Umbrella Contamination Units: http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/killzone/images/e/e8/KILLZONE3_scientist_concepts.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20111205015850

 

[Haaza Kutter]

As soon as Haaza heard that Umbrella arrived he wanted to leave, he had no intention of sharing what he has with them, "Hm... time to leave then." quickly he would rush over to find @Lord Vyse Magrath, though he would see the first checkpoint would be blocked by the Umbrella group, "Damnit." he would mumble quickly moving back to his tent, he got on his communication device and quickly called Lord Vyse, "Get here now, I don't want Umbrella stopping my research." he would quickly say, he wanted out of the camp as soon as he could.
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]
[member="Shamus Walker"]
[member="The Page Master"]

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Vyse's meal would be interrupted. He was getting a message from Doctor [member="Haaza Kutter"] Telling him what's going on. He'd reply "Ok don't panic. Get to the back of the camp it's the part most away from the main base and the least guarded. Get into the countryside and go to these coordinates. Hopeful they won't have replaced those yet guards. I will fly my ship out there, and pick you up. If you can't get past the guards. Find a unguarded spot there should be one close and have my droids bust a opening. Should all this fail, use my droids fight your way out." Vyse would order his servant droids to fly the ship and fly to those coordinates. While his ship takes off. Vyse goes to his armory, and loads up.

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]
[member="Shamus Walker"]
[member="The Page Master"]

 

[Haaza Kutter]

Haaza would be awaiting the response, as soon as he was responded he listened over and followed the orders, "Understood." he would respond, quickly gathering all his equipment and his samples, walking out of the tent he would motion tell the guards what was going on, though as to if they followed, he had no idea.
Quickly he rushed out of the camp, making sure that he went unnoticed by the newly founded guards that had taken control of the camp. once outside the camp, he would recheck the messages, double checking to make sure he was going where [member="Lord Vyse Magrath"] directed, "Good." he thought to himself, glad he didn't come the camp alone.
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]
[member="Shamus Walker"]
[member="The Page Master"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Lord Vyse Magrath"]

Guard 102
Rear of Camp
Squad B-2

"How many of these buggers you catch trying to escape?" The guard asked another squad member.

"Some tried to make a run for it, stun rounds got them in the back, even got us a doctor trying to run?"

"You know the orders, any link to the facility in the data, shoot them." Said Guard 102

"Ya, ya, Tarc already taking care of-"

A blaster shot came from the rear of a tent, "well that clears that up," said Guard 102, "admiral wants the fence up by day's end, not enough guards to keep them all in."

"Ya, ya."

That left a gap in the security net, kill orders were not yet given, Jaster need confirmation from the empress. Nothing related to the virus leaves the planet, those were the orders.

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Vyse's ship would land where he said, far away from the camp. It's ramp would open, and Vyse would appear, armored up in Inquisitor armor and flanked by his EA-9 Hunters. As soon as they could, they ran, running to meet the Doctor [member="Haaza Kutter"]. Should he find the Doctor, they would without a doubt be able to get him out. As it would be highly unlikely they be able to get enough guards in time to stop them.

 

[Haaza Kutter]

Haaza saw the ship landing, a feeling of relief came over him as he started to sprint to the ship. It took 30 minutes before Haaza finally got to the ship, exhausted, he was not the most athletic member of the Jackals. As soon as he saw [member="Lord Vyse Magrath"], he stopped for a second, seeing the splendid armour that he adorned his breath was taken away when he saw it, it was really cool.

"Lord Vyse, I'm here with the samples, lets get off here are soon as we can." he would force out, knelled over from his exhaustion, he would wait though for the esteemed lord to walk on first, only to follow his lead as to remain courteous.

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

A aura of clam comes over Vyse upon reaching [member="Haaza Kutter"]. Vyse would Quickly refocus on the task at hand. He would smirk under his helmet. "Nice run Doctor. My droids will help you into the ship. You first, incase of unwanted company." Vyse would walk behind the Doctor, his EA-9 Hunters following. He would aim his Harbinger towards the camp, should anyone have followed the Doctor they would be for a rude awaking.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Lord Vyse Magrath"]

Two Kom'rk-class fighter flew near the smiths spacecraft, they caught sight of the craft and radioed it in. After receiving orders from command they approached the craft from opposite sides.

On of the craft opened a loudspeaker, "This is a quarantine zone, possible contamination dictates this area as a no fly zone, remain where you are till guards check you for contamination, your vessels has been marked and failure to respond accordingly will result with ships shutdown and detainment."

A transport of 50 guards men were approaching from the center of the camp. Jaster was still unaware of thei action being taken place.

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

"Dammit!" Vyse and his droids would rush back up his ship the ramp closing behind them. He would order his ship to take off as he get's on the radio. "This ship and it's crew are under the orders protection from her majesty [member="Empress Mar'Dikan"]. Interfering in our mission will result in your group to be forced off the planet." Vyse hopes that they may not be sure if he is bluffing as the companies forces had only just arrived so soon, and the threat of getting the blame for being the reason that they would be forced off planet may stall them. In any case he would rely on his ships shields and speed. No matter what they say, Vyse would blast off up into the atmosphere, while his hyper drives get's ready to blast them away.

[member="Haaza Kutter"]
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="Shamus Walker"]
[member="The Page Master"]