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Transient Evil (Let's get some Zombies!-edition)

The Admiralty
Codex Judge
In orbit around Val'Halla
On board of the Valkyrie

A couple of days had passed since Penumbra's unfortunate descend into madness and his resulting death afterwards. After averting a possible zombie apocalypse, though everyone wondered where all the zombies had come from and who in their right mind would have let him keep them, like the excellent Masters they were. Ashin had decided that she needed some vacation, Morna was doing... something else and so it was left to Jared Ovanmeanamar (Damn that name is hard to write-down.) and his band of fellow helpers to clean up the mess.

Said band of helpers were eventually otherwise occupied and so it came to be that Jared contacted the Fringe's resident Zombie Expert, Rave Merrill. Coincidentally the same Rave Merrill who had been pissed at him for a while and a fellow High Council member.

At any rate. Zombies. Their mission was simple, gather all the undead, put them in a cage and let them loose whenever there was need for some Zombie Apocalypse. This time it would be under control of the Fringe High Council though.

No shenanigans with crazy dead, not dead, dead, not dead, de-- well you can see where I am going with this.

So there Jared was, standing on the bridge of the Valkyrie, his new flagship, as he waited until Rave would join him. Feelings were mixed about her, he still wondered why he had been such an idiot. Giving a lass a compliment the moment she was obviously having problems with the way she looked? Who -does- that.

Would not be long for she joined him on the bridge, then... zombies.

Hell yeah.

Zombies.

@[member="Rave Merrill"]
 
@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

"Here we are. Sensor reports from planetary defenses and hyperspace monitors. All these shipments, cargo manifests showing creatures, got delivered to Grayson Manor pursuant to a bounty order for rancors and other creatures of similar scale. He had them, he had them here, and then he sent them out. We've managed to recover most of the shipments -- this is our space, after all, and hyperroutes are rare this far into the fringes of the Unknown Reigons. Has to do with the hyperspace disturbance that walls the Unknowns off from everything else. We've recovered the bulk of the transports -- we have their makes, models, and telesponder idents from when they left. Now all we have to do is crash the rendezvous point. It's an abandoned starbase where J.A.C. has interests. Recon ships just made a pass -- plenty of lifesigns, but no comms. At a guess, the zombies and zombified rancors and such have slipped their confines, killed their keepers, and are now running free over this old station.

"I've asked @[member="Moira Skaldi"] to step in. She's our standard contractor for situations like this."
 
@[member="Jared Ovmar"], @[member="Rave Merrill"]

Zombies. By now Moira could say with a high degree of accuracy that she had plenty of experience with those. The Omega Pyre exterminatus on Denon might have been before her time there, but many years later she and Maelion had teamed up with Rave Merrill to travel to the planet and collect samples...for contrary to popular belief some of the undead had survived.

Enough to recreate the virus. Moreover, she had faced hordes of Reavers, which were similar enough, during the Bando Gora War, right down to Kerrigan's Inquisition on Gehenna that had broken the Cult, with some splinter groups remaining, such as the one Fringe had engaged at the Hebrides.

Thus it was only natural that she participate in this mission. Archangel had enjoyed a mutually profitable relationship with the Fringe High Council, most recently operations had been expanded to the Fringe world of 244 Core. Besides, she liked a good challenge and zombified rancors sounded interesting...same with somewhere down the line letting them loose on Jedi - or to see how many Kerrigan could throw before she got devoured.

Having docked her vessel on the Valkyrie - the proper clearance codes had been sent, everything had presumably been cleared and filed - she stepped onto the bridge where she would find Jared and Rave. Presumably in this case Moira would actually get to kill things...since hopefully her writer will pay more attention - despite having so many threads - and it is unlikely the zombies will back out of the fight! Anyway, moving on with the plot instead of continuously breaking the 4th wall.

"Councillor Merrill, Councillor Ovmar. Greetings. Another possible zombie apocalypse. I would feel nostalgic if I could. Useful creatures of terror if utilised properly, albeit barely controllable," Moira said calmly, impassively, as she stepped closer. She had left most of her heavy equipment on the ship, no reason to stride onto the bridge of two High Councillors fully armed for battle...it was just bad form.

"How capable is this strain of zombies?" she queried, looking at Rave, referring to the zombie footsoldiers. The Denon strain had possessed something close to intelligence and an ability to learn, adapt.
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
As their companion joined the bridge, Jared calmly nodded to her. “Lady Moira. Welcome.” Zombie Apocalypse... he wondered how he was getting himself in such situations. It really felt like he was in some cheap holo-movie, where the writers could not come up with anything better than freaking zombies. Then again... there was something cool about it. Bit of a pulp fictioneqsue coolness.

So now there were going to infiltrate a starbase overrun by zombies and zombie-Rancors. What could go wrong? Except getting horribly murdered and turned into a zombie.

@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Rave Merrill"]
 
@[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]

"This brand of zombie is spurred by Sith magic. It's not a spell that, so far as I know, Penumbra ever fully mastered in any serious way, and it seems to have gotten out of control. These zombies aren't especially intelligent or especially fast.

"The starbase is about three parsecs rimward of this star system. Jared, your navigator has the coordinates. Let's go wipe this out, please."
 
@[member="Jared Ovmar"], @[member="Rave Merrill"]

It did indeed seem that events proceeded according to the rules of a holodrama, oftentimes repeating themselves as if in a cycle. Perhaps this was not truly reality, perhaps everything that happened was the doing of bored force gods who sat in front of a multiversal cinema in the depths of the fade and meddled with the 'plot' whenever it suited them, using people like toys for their own amusement. It would explain so many things, and account for alignment disorder. Perhaps the 'invisible hand' had even directed the sudden collapse of the Sith Empire!

Or maybe this writer should stop trying to break the 4th wall and focus on the plot!


"I see. I shall be ready when we land." Moira cocked her head to the side in acknowledgement of Rave's words. So it appeared to be the standard, magic-crafted zombies that usually showed up. Of course, Sith magic - along with the Force in general - was something she could not fully understand since it transcended the logical analysis of a computer. Then again, anything could be taken down with a little creative thinking and overwhelmning firepower.
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
...and that was that, words were spoken and walls had been broken. Now it was time to infiltrate an abandoned base, filled with zombies and the like. Why was it that Jared got a boyish smile the moment he thought about that? It was almost as if he -wanted- to go to said base and shoot-up some zombies. Weird. Then again, Jared could not be considered a normal person, with all the things he was being put through by forces unknown to him.

If only he knew the Forces that were playing with the lives of everyone he knew. If only.. nah. He would probably become crazy and start seeing pink flying unicorns. Then again.. he had been seeing them before, so maybe his realization of how the real world worked was not that far off.

Jared nodded again, towards Rave this time as a way to indicate that he had heard her. Then he gestured towards the navigator.

“You heard her, lad. Off we go... towards an abandoned space derelicts filled with zombies and mutated Rancors. God... how I love this job.”

@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Rave Merrill"]
 
@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"]

Fringe's deep space monitors dotted these star systems, and all the hyperlanes and hyperroutes around them. Those monitors had been in place all through the former Omega neutral zone (which included both Val'hala and this nameless system) for far longer than Val'hala had been Fringe territory. That security level, designed to repel Omega and such, had only increased when this territory had joined the Fringe. Val'hala, studded with Fringe recruiting and defense facilities established long ago, as part of a long-running trend begun at Rattatak, was an important world for recruiting, and always had been. That had only boosted security to the sector -- as had that bizarre orbital attack some time ago.

Bottom line, the Fringe knew exactly where those transports were. Oh, some of them were outside Fringe space, out of reach, but only enough for one large strike at one planet. The bulk of the zombie forces had regrouped to this remote point.

"We could just bombard the station, destroy it and them, but we need one very important thing: The encrypted comm and nav logs of this ship." She tapped one shape on a schematic, nestled in the centre of the station. "It's the lead ship, comes with better electronics, a coordination point for this effort. When combined with the information recovered from the ship that Varanin disabled and captured intact at Annaj, we should be able to finalize this whole mess."

Her finger moved across the schematic. "We'll take a Sekairo stealth transport to this airlock, and fight our way into the core from there. Samples are secondary."
 
@[member="Rave Merrill"], @[member="Jared Ovmar"]

Moira was reasonably certain she could not get infected and turned into a zombie because droid. After all, the Denon strain undead had bitten her a lot! The machine was immune to such things. Upon reflection...she had been human once and the process of, well, processing had involved her dying. Did this make her some of mechanical zombie? Well...the Age of Steel was sort of about eradicating all sentient life and turning everyone who survived into a killer droid, as they would spread across the Galaxy like a virus.

Were they then perhaps Not So Different? Naturally such deep existentialist - and potentially self-doubting - musings were beyond Moira.

The former Omegan neutral zone had become a lot less neutral recently. So far the Protectorate had not responded a great deal to Fringe expansions - contrary to what the propaganda said, the Protectorate attack at Kayri was not unprovoked, but then 'legality' was just a commodity in galactic politics and irrelevant when the only that mattered was who won and who lost, not moral or legalistic niceties that were just tools anyway. Moira found this all very amusing, as much as she was capable of feeling that, and appreciated Fringe's efforts at preventing what was quite possibly the worst thing in the Galaxy. An evil so utterly heinous that the word alone was terrible.

Star Peace *cue ominous music *

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAdtHu5dPiI


No matter, Moira studied the schematics Rave was displaying, absorbing the information at a rapid rate as she processed it, then nodded curtly. She had just the suitable equipment for a noble mission of purgation and undead-clearing like this. Namely guns, lots of those. Such as bolters and a cut-down flamethrower with perfect undead-frying qualities. Along with that shiny Sith chainsword that was quite useful when it came to turning people into mincemeat.
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
And so it was that the three companions eventually arrived at the abandoned derelict, for some awesome zombie survival action. Jared realized that there was a pretty big chance that all of this would go south, but then again.. all adventures had that chance.
Besides who did not want to fight in an apocalypse at least once?

Only crazy people.

Finally they docked with the ship, all hell would break loose in a few seconds.

“Ladies. We might all die in the next couple of minutes, you sure no one of you wants to experience the thrill of loving me? No? You sure? Alright then, let's kick some ass and chew bubblegum.”

@[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]
 
@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"]

"Oh, I love you, Jared. I especially love how incredible capable you are of shutting up." Rave hefted a Viscera scattergun. The see-through mag revealed, not the standard eight-gauge transparisteel hyperboric acid vials, but...shotgun shells. Big ones. All marked with different colors.

The hatch opened, and the shells she'd borrowed from her brother came into play. A concussion shell sent a WHAKKARABOOM of a shockwave down the hallway. An incendiary followed, roasting zombies by the bucketload. The next shell up was CryoBan; it detonated much farther down the corridor, freezing the next wave solid.

"After you."
 
@[member="Jared Ovmar"], @[member="Rave Merrill"]

"I have no interest in organic reproductive rituals," Moira said blandly.

The hatch opened and the zombies were upon them. Rave had taken the offence and demonstrated the awesome power of THE shotgun shells, taking out a series of waves of the undead before them. Say what you want about the Merrills, they knew how to cause carnage, something Moira really approved of. The assassin droid took point, one frozen zombie bursting into pieces as she kicked it out of the way. More hordes of the undead came charging at them from the corridors, their bodies rotten and corrupted by the Sith magic that fuelled them, decay evident. These were the slow-moving sort one expected from holomovies, less impressive than the Denon strain.

Of course, Moira was just a bit biased. Her first boltgun was raised and barked as she squeezed the trigger and it popped out a round, a flare that caught the first wave of zombies coming at her in blinding light, something which had to be disorientating when the hall was as dark as it was. Bringing up the boltgun, another one being pulled up from her hip into her grasp, she fired, dual wielding the powerful guns as explosive bolts were pumped out. BAMBAMBAM and so on and so forth as undead were blown into chunks of flesh, the powerful rounds tearing them apart.

One zombie that got close got its head bashed to jellie as she rammed her elbow into it then reattaching her boltguns pulled up her Scylla chainsword. Limbs flew, heads were chopped off, her armour was splattered with blood and gore. Skulls for the skull throne! Blood for the Blood God! Gore for the gore whore!
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
A clever retort stopped dead in his tracks as he witnessed the Horde of the undead. The movies had not done any credit to the sight he was seeing just now, said Horde made him all forget about the disinterest of the women Jared was with. Which really demonstrated how intimidating they were, because if there was one thing Jared did not usually forget it was a kick to his ego.

Then again, a robot and... well Rave. How much loving could you expect from them? If only Jared had known that Rave had her cherry picked by a Jawa... he would never let her hear the end of it. Sadly there was a term called out of character information and usage of that was not encouraged. Not that Jared had any knowledge of that either. But maybe.. just maybe, Jared had a spy hearing a abnormally big Jawa boast about something interesting... who knew.

At any rate, as the shooting began, Jared only snorted. He had not brought any weapons with him, because.. well he was one karking big weapon. The Force, remember? His hands started to cackle, which was really a weird occurrence, unless you saw the lightning shooting out of it and hitting the zombies all over the place.

Area of Effect. Booyah.

This was going to be an interesting evening.

@[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]
 

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