Where are those plans?! (Open to all Black Ties)

[KeCholo]

Narrative​

An independent ship had been commissioned by a private security firm to raid and retrieve long lost Imperial intelligence on the planet of Vassek. The mission succeeded...to an extent. When the crew arrived, transmission with the outside was lost and their ship mysteriously stopped working. The crew made the choice to load the Imperial Intelligence onto a long decommissioned ship. With a bit of luck, the ship started and the crew was off.

The crew of 800~ boarded 'The Dominator' and set sail. The crew would soon discover the ship was not what it seemed to be, crew members got sick by the hour, only a few days after they left the world. Soon it became evident something was very wrong. The captain of the ship was one of the first to die from the strange illness, followed by the navigator.

All this was made worse by the fact that the hyperdrive was non-functional and the communications were knocked out. The pirate and mercenary, Ke'Cholo and the Black Ties (led by [member="Miss Blonde"]) now sets out to board and raid the ship for the invaluable information stored on board, mainly detailed schematics and blueprints for Phase III Darktrooper armor.

Little do they know, the vessel hold in it a plague so fierce, it makes the dead rise.



''Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron''




Ke'Cholo sat in the pilot's seat of his freighter, he was drifting towards the Imperial ship 'The Dominator'. He had gotten word that this ship held the last piece of the puzzle for making the suit of armor he requested. Reaching forward on the terminal in front of him, he grasped a radio transmitter. Speaking into it, his voice was broadcasted all over the ship, to the Black Ties on board.

''We're approaching the ship, no sign of life on it. I don't know what happened, but we'll find out soon. Prepare to board.''

 

[Miss Blonde]

There was an eerie feeling in the force, something that just wasn't quite right. It didn't sense like danger just yet, but it was as if everything was hanging by a thread and it was the only thing that separated them from a fall down into a very dark place. Miss Blonde certainly felt it, and despite her dislike of the force she could sense it and feel it's shapeless signs.

"We're ready whenever you are Green, just give us the go and we'll commence boarding." Miss Blonde said as she strapped an oxygen tank to her back and sealed her helmet.

The woman took a deep breath and tried to let everything just slide to the back of her mind. To let that feeling of uncertainty and unknowns not matter, and there was just so much of it at the moment. But this was a job, and a job was a job. So her attention had to be focused on this front.

"All Syndicate members on the away team. We're boarding in a few minutes. Call signs on comms and take anything of value. Overwatch provide support where you can." Miss Blonde would reach for her twin pistols and submachine gun, you never knew what you could find on an abandoned ship.

Nine out of ten times everyone was dead and there was a bunch of free crap, but there was always that one. And if she was going to roll the dice she'd be prepared for the fallout.

Spoiler

[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Avalon Gray"]
[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Dyxra'a"]
[member="James Justice"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="KeCholo"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Raka the Hutt"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Stardust"]
[member="The Black Hat"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Zhi Chen"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

The force...was telling her ....something grave...and umholy was in that ship...a ship they came to see if it had any free stuff...yet as they got closer and closer...stardust could feel...so many things...hanging above her head like a cloud....but stardust was one to fight back those feeling and do as she saw fit

Miss blonde...you feel that by chance"she said and secured her helmet and a oxygen tank to her as she looked over and down some"

She hated the feeling yet the force had ways of knowing of danger coming or when stuff bad stuff was approaching...yet star couldn't figure out where and in not knowing prepared

She checked her comma"green fire checking in"she said and breathed out as she checked to make sure her sabers and sword were in place along with her pistol ...yeo all there

[member="Miss Blonde"]

[member="KeCholo"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus bleeped green on his HUD, all other members would know the Surgeon was ready, since he hardly, ever, never spoke, it was the only way to communicate for him.

A derelict ship, loot to grab and maybe a dead guy to poke or two, what a great day this was starting out to be. Even though the Green one spoke of ominous feelings, that probably meant she needed to use the little girls room. Sliding a round into the chamber of the Type 8, Cyrus was ready to board and grab some booty.

But definitely not Blonde's as he liked his hands where they were, attached. Oh wait, she means cash and bling, well, that works too, Cyrus shrugged at the thought, moving to the airlock to begin boarding.

To the others, Cyrus must seem very strange as he held the silent conversation with himself, body language included.

[member="Stardust"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="KeCholo"]

 

[SirMayday]

Jan turned on his HUD and double checked the connection on the team coms. He stood in the back of the boarding party, a new member of the group.
He wasn't intimidated though, he was ready to earn his take.

Jan ran his hand over his EE-3 carbine, his trusty rifle for short-medium ranges. Jan wasn't use to working with this many people. He usually went solo. In his mind, the more people you added to a situation, the more chance of things going to krak. It was his duty though now, because he was part of this organization. Jan patted his EMP grenades, concussion grenades, and fragmentation grenades, Ambassador Revolvers, and his E-11 on his back. He was ready. Jan noticed the body language of the silent man, and knew he was talking with himself. Jan does the same when he's hunting. There was nothing to say, just actions

"Ready, mam" Jan said as he beeped his HUD green.

[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Stardust"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="KeCholo"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Gear in signature.

Something's wrong. It didn't take someone attuned to a mystical energy field to determine that much, and Keira's connection to the Force only furthered that sensation of pervading uneasiness. Not much was capable of putting her on edge, but whatever was on that ship accomplished as such by doing nothing more than existing. "You're bothered." As always, Thalia provided her own sort of company from within her helmet, and she took the AI up on a conversation that would be silent to the others. "It wasn't obvious?" Sarcasm, as always. "You think there's something on board." "No, I know there is. I can feel it. This isn't going to end well." Her stance shifted slightly as she adjusted the small oxygen tank on her back, that new weight still vaguely strange.

Briefly she cut a glance to the new guy, unable to prevent from laughing quietly when he addressed Blonde as 'ma'am'. Sure, some kind of formality was oftentimes required when it came to dealing with criminals, but this wasn't a proper military. On a good day they were the ones opposing those far more organized, but their enemy had changed this time around. How she wasn't sure, but that prickling at her subconscious refused to budge. "Take it easy. Breathe." The muscles of her jaw worked slowly as she attempted to put up some front of being at least partially relaxed within her surroundings. "Listen, I don't tell you how to do your job. Nothing's going to change how I feel about this."

Releasing a quiet sigh she stepped forward, cracking her neck, fingertips brushing briefly across each of her weapons immediately visible on her person, finally allowing her voice to be audible, "Would it be untoward of me to say that I have a bad feeling about this?"

[member="Jan Valdum"], [member="Cyrus Falcor"], [member="Stardust"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="KeCholo"]

 

[KeCholo]

''Alright, I guess this is everyone.'' Ke'Cholo said to himself. He throttled the ship, sending her towards the massive cruiser. The small freighter drifted up to the, oddly, open docking port. Maneuvering the ship around, Ke'Cholo attached the side of the vessel to the extended tube. Without sending another announcement, Ke'Cholo put on his garbs and headed to the docking port.

''C'mon!'' he would yell to his crew. He was the first to arrive at the docking port and awaited the others. He shuffled his feet nervously, wondering what was inside. To ease to unusual, uneasiness, he lit a cigar. The smoke filled his cybernetic lungs, it felt wonderful. He began to grow impatient, but, he turned around to find the crew was behind him and ready to go.

Pressing a few buttons, Ke'Cholo opened to port to the ship and looked inside. Beyond the exit of the port was a very dark room, it seemed rather large. Then, suddenly, a crazed soldier ran into the port and attempted to run up into the ship. Remembering his military training, Ke'Cholo squatted down allowing those behind him to shoot if needed.

As the man approached, Ke'Cholo noticed something was very wrong with him. He had a large gash on his torso, his entrails hung out. His skin was also a greenish pale, with severe bruises on some parts of it. Without thinking, Ke'Cholo pulled the trigger on his double barreled shotgun, creating a massive crater in the beings head.

The port began to rumble, at least 10 more of these thing had entered the docking port and were running towards the crew.

[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Stardust"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Jan Valdum"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus followed, silently, allowing the pawns...crewmen...to board first, and when [member="KeCholo"] encountered whatever sort of creature that sprinted for the door, he knew it was time to act. As ten more appeared and sprinted for the door, Cyrus wasn't about to get stuck with the mass of pirate Bantha Fodder in front of him, taking his kills.

He jumped up, and off the side wall to vault over the crew, then rolled to everyone's left, leaving a clear firing lane, and opened up with his Type 8 SMG, energy enveloped slugs, along with anyone else who fired, shredded the gross skin of these...holy crap...they're zombies!

For [member="Jan Valdum"], if he was paying any attention, would see Cyrus visibly shudder at the sight of the decrepit lifeforms. It would be a clear sign that he probably gagged inside his helmet.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Stardust"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[SirMayday]

Jan immediately rolled to the side with Cyrus and joined him firing on the creatures. He aimed to incapacitate at first aiming for the body, hands, and legs. Thier job was not to kill the entire ship, but take down any personal resisting. He quickly changed tactics as he blew a hand off a creature and it still ran towards the group like it was nothing, until it was cut down by the team's fire. Jan started aiming for the heads and they started to drop dead. The creatures were quikly taken care of by the team, but Jan was still picking up movement on the motion sensor in his HUD.

"More contacts are coming, we need to get out of this enclosed area. Move Up!" Jan shouted over the team coms. Jan glanced down at one of the bodies and shuddered. He glanced at Cyrus and saw the mute shudder also. Jan decided he liked this mute, helping form a clear lane of fire for the team. Jan kicked one of the grotesque bodies, and looked at Cyrus. Jan gestured at the body.

"...... I wonder what they taste like?" Jan said with a hint of humor. He then turned as he heard howls "Incoming, we need to move now!...Ladies First!"

@Miss Blonde
[member="Stardust"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="KeCholo"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She held her rifle up as she checked wch sector.... That's where that...thing ran at them and was shot down...then more started running in making ungodly sounds

By the force the hell are these"she said and started firing at those that lunged at her or looked like hell"stupid little "one managed to jump and bit her left cortosis arm to which she brought her right fist to its face caving it before she stomped on it" ahhh damnit bow ibgotta replace the synthetic skin on the entire arm"she said as she pulled her sword out and started slicing till they stopped coming but she could feel even more coming "ahhh jeez...I agre with that guy we need to move



[member="Jan Valdum"][member="Cyrus Falcor"]@KeCholo@Keira Ticon[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[KeCholo]

OOC: Due to the lack of interest in this thread, I'm going to make an admin post to wrap things up quick. I won't mess with anyone's characters however, if you'd like for your character to respond after this feel free to.

https://youtu.be/raF9wfPxir8?t=5s

''Get back in the ship!'' The Duros yelled as he began to walk across the tube. Ke'Cholo noticed exactly where he was, the entrance tube had attached right into the main computer room. He pulled the plasma rifle off his back and aim downed it's sights. Most of the creatures had been killed (again) by the crew.

Ke'Cholo simply waltzed down the corridor and into the room. While doing so, he took care as to make sure all the beings were indeed dead and that no more were coming at him. After a short brisk walk, he arrived at the other end of the tube.

On the other side was a large computer that appeared to be in rest mode. He looked around at the massive machine, it took him only a minute to locate the hard drive. Upon finding the component, he, rather crudely, ripped out the the large piece. It was easily as big as a large chest, so he had to place it on his shoulder.

The hard drive was unbearably heavy, so Ke'Cholo sprinted back across the tube. He arrived back and proudly presented the drive to his crew. He set it down outside of the tube, and yelled for Qaeth to close the docking port and for them to be off.

''This should be it'' he said to everyone around.

The ship entered hyperspace and they left the ship to float forever...