Ask Nar Shaddaa Biohazard

[Juniper]

It was safe to say that Nar Shaddaa had changed since the last time she'd been there.

Between the hordes and the Crymorah, Nar Shaddaa was being ripped apart. The streets and walkways were meaner, colder, more drawn in and empty. Smeared with dark stains from past incidents, or the remnants of a long-rotting, half-devoured corpse. A familiar smell that she remembered from a couple of years before, when she'd been knee-deep in the dead in the sewer systems.

She was heading close to there, consumed by her mission. That fateful day, when Izel ended the Sith that sparked the outbreak, she knew there was a lab deeper beneath the surface. The tunnels and sewers they'd been in had collapsed before they could investigate further. Nara had always intended to go back and dig it out, find whatever they'd been hiding down there. Life just gets in the way though. There were corvettes to repair. Fights to have. Children to save.

She could do this now, though. Even as the moon slowly burned, even as the hordes grew and grew. The last outbreak came from that lab and there was every chance that there was something in there that'd help a cure. At the very least, she needed to ensure that any left-over sources of the modified virus were gone. A pandemic controlled by a criminal syndicate or the Sith would be extremely bad news for everyone. Maybe she just needed to tie off this loose end from her Jedi days, assert one last bit of control on her homeworld before it was strangled to death.

Not too far from where her clinic had been, Nara caught sight of a way down. In the outbreak, a building had started to collapse. The super-structure had half-collapsed, leaving the interior all exposed and destroyed. The structure had started to pierce the lower levels too, leaving a wide open entrance to the approximate location of the lab. Judging by the staccato smears on the cracked walls and well-gnawed bones around, there'd been a few hordes through there. Carefully, Nara started to descend down the cracks and splits in the building. She gingerly lowered herself, keeping a constant eye out for hiding creatures or the tell-tale signs of a horde. The soft-blue glow of her saber hummed around her, lighting up the ruined remains as she held it above herself.

There's going to be nothing down there Nara. Nothing at all. No zombies. No hordes. No creatures from your nightmares... just a dead, old lab that's probably looted.

 

[Aziz]

The towering shadow moved through the scum covered slums. His helmet concealed the look of disgust, while sealing his senses away from the smell of rot and death.

Aziz had managed to miss the outbreak that consumed much of the Hutt moon. But the wounds of the event were still very fresh. Each step he took he could see it, could feel it. He continued moving. Ever closer to his destination. Or at least the path that would lead him to it.

Pulling the datapad from his belt, he brought the screen to the visor of his helmet. Tapping the screen a few times to bring up the map. Then glanced around. "There." He blurted. Unknowing finding the same building as the other force user.

Placing the device back in it's place on his utility belt he started to move toward the falling structure. As he did so, a sudden soft blue glow rose up and slowly inched downward.

"Jedi." He growled.

@Charndley

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Nar Shaddaa. A cesspool of scum and villainy.. or at least it was.

At the current point in time, it was far more cursed than both Roon and Mandalore combined! Taldorak had come here in his alternate set of beskar to blow off steam without being recognized. And that entailed killing zombies, civvies (if he felt like it), and gods willing something even more exciting. Oddly enough, for a corrupt moon, it had been more lively now than prior to the AMS outbreak, at least now the people were actually zombies and not just acting like them.

With Hutts and Cartels alike abandoning the moon, it was the perfect time for some treasure seeking, but it was also a time to be careful. One couldn't be too careful to reveal themselves in case they accidentally did something that went against the desires of their boss. Tal like Preef, at least he liked what working for the head honcho brought him. So he preferred to stay on the legendary gunslingers good side.

That's when Tal noticed a guy... notice someone else. Tall, dark, brooding. It could only be two things: A sith or a manically depressed being looking for the quickest death possible. Tal sincerely hoped it was the latter, since the former was even then far too edgy. And then he noticed what 'Hopeful Suicidal' noticed. A blue glow. "Kriff..." he mused. "Jetii... here I go killing again.." he'd keep his distance from the form in black. If there was a fight getting ready to form, Tal would wait til the most opportune of times to hop in. After all, if 'Hopeful Suicidal' was infact a Sith.. Kriff. That would make him an ally and Tal would unfortunately have to respect that.

@Charndley @Taz

 

[Juniper]

There was nothing but the sound of her own boots, scuffing on the half-cracked surface, and the ever-present sound of running water. It dripped from cracked pipes and broken towers, sending streams twisting into the wreckage below. Slowly, she descended further, the light from outside fading and leaving just her lightsaber as her sole way to see. Nara reached into her belt, taking out a little microphone from her datapad.

"Blood marks indicate recent horde activity, though there are no signs that one is present currently. There are plenty of bones on the floor though. It is unknown how far the hordes pierced into the lab, or if the lab was the source of the second outbreak on Nar Shaddaa." She spoke in a quiet, but clear, voice.

"There was little to no life in the immediate area. Observations of the hordes have shown mindless migrations, guided only by instinct and the occasional urgent call to feed. The only thing that seems to focus them is the presence of living beings to consume." She kept speaking quietly, pausing between sentences to check the noise. Nothing but the sound of running water and a little echo of plasma from the saber.

Nara came to a huge break in the slanted ground. Peering over, she noticed that the floor had broken off completely, leaving a drop down to a huge mash of debris, broken wall and... sewer pipe. It did get down there. Holy crap. She'd always presumed the labs would be sealed with the earthquake that followed the Flood's death... but no. Nara sat at the edge, judging her options.

She pushed herself off. Closing her airs, she felt the air whip around her. She focused. Breathed quick. Directed her hand downwards, palm open. Drew on the Force.

Her body slowed, the air whipping past slower. Then breezing past her. Then barely moving at all. As she opened her eyes, she felt herself descend those last couple of metres slowly, boots barely making a sound as she reached the floor... until they crunched on the glass. Nara turned, her saber illuminating everything. There was a huge tube, cracked open, oozing some sort of fluid. Complex equipment seemed wired to it. Gleaming at the edges of the broken glass, like it'd been sliced off something, was some putrid organic matter.

"Confirmed that the lab was breached by the building and provided access. Collecting samples," Nara whispered to the microphone as she bent down and got to work. Reaching out with a swab, getting a little wipe of the material to snap into a vial...

Something inhuman echoed in the distance.

@Taz @Rhogar

 

[Aziz]

Aziz moved ever closer to the the blue glow of the Jedi's weapon. Now single minded in his task. He was here with the same goal to investigate the hidden place and find a viable sample of the virus if possible. Such a prize could prove useful to key members of the Council. His fellow Cadre for example.

Where the glow went the towering Sith follow. Careful to keep his distance now. Allowing the the cloak of his attire to bleed into the natural shadows of this dying building and subsequent tunnel system. Very quickly he froze however, suddenly hearing the soft yet clinical voice of his prey.

His hand crept over his weapon like a spider, taking it from his belt and gripping it tightly. Were there others? "Frak", he whispered. Before realizing she was talking to herself. Then he scoffed in amusement.

As the Jedi continued her investigate, the Sith moved ever so slightly closer. To his surprise she was not appearing to use the force, or perhaps she was truly so lost in her investigation of the area that she simple did not sense him. As he moved ever closer with each step, she suddenly leapt front the ledge.

Aziz moved to the edge as sudden as the Jedi had leapt from it. Peered over, and found she had landed in the refinements of the lab. He continued to watch as she moved slightly deeper in, appearing to kneel to retrieve something. He needed to strike now. The towering human Sith leapt, fell like a stone to the floor of the lab below. When he was only feet above he unleash a blast of force energy. Stopping him short, and lowing him to land with the slightest thump of his boots.

Once on the ground his blood red blade shot forth from his cloak with a signature snap hiss. He would of continued his attack were it not for the sound. A low rumble and groaning distant but moving ever closer.

"Frak!"

@Charndley @Rhogar

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Tal kept on the move, keeping his distance. He almost felt like he was not only watching a sitcom, but in one. So, to avoid whatever may befall the two before them, he would do a little looksidoodle around, ensure he was not being followed, then continue on. He wasn't exactly sure what the kriff these two spirit-finger wizards were looking for, but hey, maybe he could collect a lightsaber... or two.

He picked his way through the rubble and ruin in hot pursuit of the Forcies "Do the creep, Tal... do the creep. Ain't nobody gonna stop ya now.." he mused as he paused, another look around. Clear. Keep moving. Ohhh boy. He was doing this. For free. The Sith and Jedi played their little game of cat and mouse and that was all cool and dandy, Tal was just playing his game of Maalraas, the force cloaked osik beast of Dxun. Well... kinda. He definitely didn't have the Force. And he couldn't cloak, but.. He could hide in the shadows pretty easily with his black beskar.

Off the street and into buildings or bunkers, he wasn't sure at this point, all he knew is now that everyone was jumping. Down. "Off all the days you don't bring your kriffin' pack, Tal.." he mused to himself as he peered over the ledge. He had jump boots, but he was going to hopefully save that a little bit. Scouting his trip down, he'd jump too. Kriff it.

Sliding down the wall of the collapse, his descent would be much slower, but he was also retaining some semblance of stealth. One hand to move and guide, while the other readied Bethany, who thankfully was still in the ion launcher modulation. "Here we go.. come to poppa..." then he toyed with his DG-34, switching her to stun. "Alrighty, little tickle, tickle, punish.." He would still be above them when the second saber ignited. Game time.

@Charndley @Taz

 

[Juniper]

Too consumed in whatever she'd heard and the sample she'd collected, Nara hadn't noticed anyone approaching... until that buffet of Force energy whipped by her. On instinct, she whipped around to face the newcomer, brandishing her saber in front of her defensively. Watching, staring, as the saber ignited. Blue clashed with red around them both and she sneered.

"Wrong place, wrong time, Sith," she hissed, not taking her eyes off him. "I watched one of you die here in this lab. Are you that keen to be the next?" A bit of bravado, but there were limits to what she'd allow a Sith to do here. Waiting, almost daring the Sith to come for her...

SLAM.

Beside the pair of them, the double, metal doors buckled. The durasteel deformed. A vicious, nasty roar echoed out from the bent gaps as whatever it was slammed again. And again. Each time sending rivets pinging across the room. Nara looked from there to the Sith, defiance dropped from her face.

"Oh crap..." she muttered, taking a tentative step back as the doors gave way. A massive hand wrenched the door from the side, tossing it into the air above them with ease. The pallid, grey and lichenified flesh burst from the battered doorway, the sickening creature towering the both of them. Twisted, mangled bodies all over it's shape, from rotting humans to dead-eyed Gungans to swaying, half-decayed lekku of Twi'leki bodies. And the mouths. The countless mouths. Gnashing, snapping, hungry.

It roared, filling the air with it's guttural feeding groan.

We're screwed. We're so screwed. It's mutating, it's mutating and it's doing this, Nara panicked in her head, moving herself back to the opposite wall as the creature sniffed the air, deciding which morsel looked tastiest. From her, to the Sith nearby... sniffing in the air too.

@Taz @Rhogar

 

[Aziz]

He let out a grunt as he swung his red blade to clash with the blue of the Jedi's. Blue/red sparks showered the air between them. Aziz started to smile as the woman's cute little angry face.

"Big talk, for such a little girl," he snarled back at her. He then pressed harder, causing their blades to clash even harder. "You've managed to kill one of us. I've killed so many more. I've watched as your temples burn with your friends still inside little Jedi." he spat back. Keen to trade barbs with her.

SLAM.

He head shifted, glancing to the doorway at the metal rivets showered the two of them. Quickly then looking back to Nara. Breaking the clash he shoved her slightly. Turning to face the.....creature.

"Frak!" He cursed again. But was not so dumb struck as the Jedi was apparently. Diving backward and over and behind a heavy lab table. Putting something between himself and the abomination. "Don't just stand there, run you fool."

 

[Gram Van Alasdaire]

-Music-​

A black vibrohalberd hurtled downwards from the shadowed ceiling above. It would smash into the ground at the creature’s feet. As it did so, a half-lot figure cloaked in dark robes streaked down from his alcove. Within the depths of the cowl, a set of golden-amber eyes aglow.

Nar Shaddaa was a planet of slags and scumbags. Nobody here thought twice about swindling, robbing, mugging or any myriad of other criminal misdeeds. The AMS Outbreak only made the planet even more hostile in nature - the backwater planet was quickly becoming overrun by the diseased and dying. With no cure presently on hand, there was little to nothing anyone could do beyond hope that the innocent could escape before a planet wide quarantine was mandated.

It was for that reason Gram had traveled here first. In his search for the whereabouts of Jedi Master Nykoria Tallis, the Vahla had been informed a Zeltron of her like was here on the planet. Of course, being a captive of the Sith only made matters worse. Given the severity of the situation on Nar Shaddaa, Gram followed up on this lead first - spurred both by her plight and the possibility of Sith Alchemy being the cause of the AMS to begin with. This lab had been one of many searched - not because Gram suspected the Sith where within, but rather he searched everywhere in a twenty meter radius once the first location was a bust.

To that end, however - there was nothing. The trail, like most living things in the area, was as cold as ice. To avoid being seen or attacked by the infected, he had remained in the rafters above, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. From his perch, he had seen the Jedi and Sith clash, intending to intervene if the situation turned lethal. He was too far above them to hear, and even if he could, it was unlikely he’d reply. His intervention came into action the second that monstrosity arrived.

“Run.”

Landing on his feet, the Vahla rose to full height and grabbed the Halberd - angling it downwards - preparing to defend himself from what was sure to be a berserker’s attack.

“Damn. You are one ugly sonova-“

The creature surged forward, attempting to body slam the Vahla off of the ground and attempting to cease him. But the Van Alasdaire was a very simple Vahla - if the enemy wanted his blade, he could have it. Angling the halberd forward, the Mystic grimaced as the creature impaled itself on it’s top blade, before the entire weapon was thrown from his grasp, clattering discarded onto the floor.

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Oooh, here we go, the ever legendary verbal jousting of the Pajama Bandits. Tal had heard great things about such exchanges, though as he watched them happen, he got a tad disappointed. He was just thankful he didn't actually pay for his seat. He would maneuver around, ion cannon at the ready and focused on the Jedi. Ohh it couldn't get any easier.

Then he heard the voice, saw the face. Kriff. "Osik... here I go betraying again.." he'd thought to himself as the pair clashed. That ion cannon swiveled to the Sith. Oh well, guess the guy that noticed the girl, got extra noticed by Tal... and his Ion cannon . "It's just another day in the hoo-oly osik!" Suddenly, the very essence of nightmare fuel would come breaking through the door like a discount Kool-Juce man, minus the 'Kriff yeah'. Very uncool. Where the beastie lost style points, another guy would come out of nowhere (thankfully away from Tal) with a halberd, gaining a few in the process. Well, now Tal couldn't just watch the fun times, he had to get involved.

"Eenie meanie minie moe, you ugly kriffer gotta go!" Tal would say as he leapt from one minimal edge to the other. Back hitting the wall for a brace, he fired that ion cannon right at the ugliest bastard in the room. Luckily for the Sith, it wasn't him. Just as the halberd went flicking to the side, the blast from the ion cannon would stagger the beast away from the others. He cursed internally as the thing was still standing. "Yeah... kriff you too, buddy..." he mused to himself, then yelled to the others through a modulated helm. "Up here!"

@Taz @Charndley @Aurius

 

[Juniper]

The whole situation turned into a mess as the monster roared and the lab filled with person after person. From nowhere, a man landed and tried to slice through the creature with a weapon. It worked... barely. A stream of dark blood oozed from the wound on it, but it just seemed more irritated.

The ion cannon shot made it stagger back, heavy steps buckling the stained tiles beneath. All these people at once were becoming sensory overload to the beast, it's many mouths roaring. It found it's footing, several feet pressing against the ground as it charged towards the one who'd wounded it, thick dead arms reaching out, fingers and claws and mandibles ready to scratch and seize and rip. As it moved, it slammed a glass tube aside, sending it shattering in a million shards around them all.

Nara saw the bent, twisted metal door teetering beside the entryway it'd emerged from. On instinct, she reached out to it. Gritting her teeth as she felt with the Force, raising the heavy mass of twisted durasteel off the ground. Her muscles tensed as she moved it, directing her strength towards it. With a grunt of effort, her hand pulled back and then shoved, sending the door spinning through the air towards the monster. A whirring mass of heavy metal and sharp, sheared edges that sliced into the flesh of the thing, as well as anyone else nearby.

@Taz @Aurius @Rhogar

 

[Aziz]

No sooner did Aziz dash over the table, another robed stranger would appear. Or rather his weapon did. Followed by the stranger. Before the towering Sith knew what to do with that that one, yet another was above them. Firing some manner of ion weapon.

The Sith was now outnumbered. While he could feel some sense of the dark side within the one facing the abomination, he was clearly not Sith. The stranger above was likely a bounty hunter or perhaps thug from the Syndicates.

"Kriff this!" he growled.

As the Jedi distracted herself with the metal door, Aziz took advantage. Shooting out his right hand toward the apparent Jedi. reaching out with tendrils of the dark side to pluck Nara's datapad from her belt, pulling it to his hand. Busy as she was with the door it was unlikely she could resist such an action while trying to control the door with so much effort.

With the prize of the sample and her research in hand, Aziz made his escape. The dark side drew within him, fueling his body. Suddenly the Sith leapt from his position, soaring to just above the open ledge. Then flipped backward to land on his feet at the edge of the opening.

His saber still active and placed before him defensively. It would not stop an ion shot but he had other tricks for that.

@Charndley @Rhogar @Aurius

 

[Gram Van Alasdaire]

The beast roared with anger as an ion shot discharged into it’s side. It’s preparations to rend him limb from limb temporarily hindered, it was yet still active, turning to engage Gram once more. The Vahla, however, had zero interest in engaging for a prolonged period of time. In addition to this, the door being rent from it’s damaged position meant he needed to adjust his tactics accordingly.

The creature lumbered forward, but it found itself fighting against the will of the Force, a steady stream of increasing kinetic energy. The shattered glass the Vahla held - sparkling in the air like lethal raindrops, suspended.

The shards of durasteel peppered and gored into the abomination as the mystic sent it careening backwards into the woman’s attack - carving through it’s abdomen into a partial bisection. It’s movement had been completely hindered, though it was not yet inoperable. The push was consistent enough that all shards of metal hit their mark, while stopping any fragments with enough velocity to punch through.

It was at this moment that Gram realized the Sith was leaping for the entrance. He had not seen the potential foe collect the data pad, nor had he given attention to the initial leap. It was only when he was midair that his presence stood out. Nobody deserved to die in this place, not even one such as they. But to allow the Dark Sider a simple escape was no option at all.

Gram could not track him fast enough to pull him down - but he could make use of that he already possessed. Shifting his focus, Gram used the suspended glass, redirecting the deadly shards at the warrior’s (@Taz) legs. It would intercept him as he landed, and though quite easily blocked with the Force - it would be a tremendous feat to block or avoid it physically.

The Van Alasdaire expected the Marauder to successfully retreat regardless of the momentary annoyance.

There was precious little he could do to prevent that.

@Taz @Rhogar @Charndley

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Unfortunately for Aziz, Taldorak had the positioning to witness the theft, and well, he wouldn't need to rely on traditional weaponry to intercept the Sith. In fact, fewer things were better than a forcie in mid-leap.

And with Nara and this rando mystic giving the beast the business, it gave him time to focus elsewhere. So, he did. Lifting his arm as Aziz began the leap, he'd fire the Repulsor off at the Sith's chest, the lack of footing or inability of a saber blocking such a weapon giving him very few options. But hey, every hero story required a start. Or, every long game faux Merc company.

@Charndley @Taz @Aurius

 

[Juniper]

Nara flung the twisted metal door towards the thing and stepped back, holding her saber hilt in both hands once more. As she did, she looked and saw her datapad fly across the air towards the Sith. She stared, slightly dumbstruck. Quite why the Sith had chosen that, she wasn't sure. It had the recordings she'd made on it, sure, but little else of value, aside from some music and what she'd been looking up on the Holonet. The samples were still in the vials she'd put them in, safely sealed within the tool pouch on her belt.

Have fun with my search history, she thought to herself before turning her attention back to the gigantic creature that threatened to kill them all.

The combination of attacks had made a gore-streaked mess of the creature. Tangled, half-rotten organs spilled from the gaping wound as it's body twisted, ripping the wound wider and wider. Each mouth opened in a horrid, conjoined scream as arms and legs and limbs searched out and grabbed at anything nearby. Nara moved quickly, slicing her saber right through what remained of the creature's mid-section.

Nara was flung back by an explosion of blood, guts and fetid, decaying air. The monster's inner-workings had erupted and burst, splattering the surroundings with unspeakable bodily fluids. Scraps of flesh splatted against the walls as a huge mound of flesh sat, squat and gleaming, where the creature had once been. As Nara raised her hand, bringing the saber up to light things again, she caught sight of something moving. One of the twisted, scaly bodies that'd been attached to the twisted abomination had peeled and skittered off the main, squealing as it skittered towards the safe darkness of the inner labs, from where it came.

"Nobody... let the blood... get into your mouth..." Nara gasped, picking herself up carefully, looking down at her ruined clothes.

@Taz @Aurius @Rhogar

 

[Aziz]

The perfect storm of attacks was exactly why the Sith wanted to make his escape. And it was due to them that he would still manage to make that exit but not without a scare to remember the moment by, or a prize to show for it.

The shard of glass from Gram (@Aurius) did manage to catch Aziz in the leg. But the armorweave of the Sith's robes would managed to resist. Making the glass a deep stab, but not taking the leg completely. Something the towering Sith would ever forget after this crazy night.

Aziz was indeed in mid leap during this, and when he locked visors with the bounty hunter. Sith were no strangers do mando weapons and the repulsor was a popular one among the warrior clans. As Taldorak fired (@Rhogar ), Aziz dropped Nara's datapad (@Charndley), Shot his hand out toward the repulsor energy and absorbed it into the force.

The Sith landed as he intended. Returned the energy of the hunter's weapon as a force push of the Sith's own. If Aziz was lucky it would not the hunter off his footed and into the hole with the rest of them. But the intent was to use it to propel himself further down the tunnel system. It would likely carry him ten feet or more away from the mando and thus the rest of them.

Finally, as his lightsaber was still at the ready. While he pushed away from the bounty hunter he swung the weapon at a couple of pipes carrying steam and water, causing them to start to fill the space between the Sith and the mando. Further assisting in the SIth's escape.

//Exit Thread.

 

[Gram Van Alasdaire]

Gram’s haphazard attack reached it’s mark, much to his surprise. It seemed to gore the Sith’s leg, but much as the Vahla had anticipated, the Marauder vanished into the distance despite both attempts to prevent him doing so. With that situation finished, all that was left was the infected that confronted them.

The Vahla’s attention returned to the scene at the moment the woman’s azure blade carved through the last of the creature’s body. The grotesque figure began to roar and convulse, it’s skin beginning to enlarge in unnatural growths. The girl’s cry was not unnoticed - the Van Alasdaire threw his black cloak around him as the viscera erupted, avoiding any direct contact to his skin. Once the explosion was done, Gram threw his cloak off of him in a huff, disgusted.

“Kriff. Alright!”

His posture softened, his hands gently lowering to his sides. The halberd was still discarded about a meter away from him, yet he did not seem to be concerned. His right wrist still contained his lightsaber should he need it, prepared to be drawn at any moment. The woman was in close proximity to him and still had her weapon on hand - the armored mercenary was a complete mystery. Still, he would cautiously engage in dialogue.

“It won’t be safe to remain here. Others like that thing will be coming.”

@Charndley @Rhogar

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Tal's helm would tilt only slightly. That was a new trick, he'd never seen another Forcie do that before, maybe he had some bunk cells. Regardless, he was ready to move and leapt from one small platform to the next, avoiding the Force push, but losing the ability to quickly load up another ion round. He was about to pursue the Sith when the clank of metal sounded off.

"What a coward.." he mused, instead leaping for the pad and not pursuing the Sith. Though, he'd be sure to keep that Sith in mind. It was moments like these, he was happy he was wearing his all black set and not his more.. used identity. As he landed, the thing would explode and thankfully for him, he was fully covered and fully sealed. It was a thing of beauty. Being an apparent good guy, he'd crouch to lift up the datapad and offer it to the Jedi. "Here, Dala. He dropped it in his escape." his weapons were either slung or holstered, so he was already approaching them as a friend. "Saw the other ugly trailing you. Figured I'd make sure everything was kosher. Now.. I'm gonna need to scrub my armor clean." he'd say with a laugh.

@Charndley @Aurius

 

[Juniper]

The Sith had escaped. Good. As much as Nara would've loved to see him get pulled apart by hideous creatures, at least she could work without incident. She took the datapad from the helpful Mandalorian, giving him a quick smile. One to the other stranger too. "Thanks... both of you."

She paused for a second, taking the canteen of water from her belt and opening it. She poured it over her face, sluicing the blood and other unimaginable guts from her face. There was probably no saving the coat she was wearing, it'd have to be burned. Twice. Least she wasn't caked in it now though.

Her attention turned to what remained of the disgusting creature. As much as she'd love to get off-world as soon as possible, she'd come to do a job. "I can't go yet. I need more samples. If the virus is mutating them this much, then this isn't just AMS, this is a full-blown variant." She looked between the both of them as she moved onto her knees, near the blood-splattered remnants of the creature that'd attacked them. With a small blade, she set to work taking a very disgusting sample.

"This is where the outbreak originated from on Nar Shaddaa. I'm sure of it. There was a Sith here once, commanding the horde himself. This thing mutated from whatever he'd done with the virus. And if it's changed that much, it can create others. It could evade a vaccine," she explained, hurriedly.

A horrid shriek echoed from deep inside the exposed hallway.

"I won't be long..." she muttered as she gathered more samples, trapping lumps of flesh in small containers, wiping swabs into the distended parts of the corpse.

@Aurius @Rhogar

 

[Akalenedat]

Kell waited patiently while he listened in to the fight. He studied his EE-3 one last time before aiming down it’s sights at the Sith first. Before he pulled the trigger, his eye caught a glimpse of the Mandalorian. He dropped his blaster’s aim back down and continued to listen and watch. His blue and grey beskar armor helped him blend in with the shadows a bit.

He was tasked to...well, survive and leave Nar Shadda. Cleaver had landed his Aka’jor shuttle not to far away from Kell’s current position, all he had to do was make it to his ship. He heard the shrill cry of another monstrosity which made him jump, but the hairs on the back of his neck stifled. He sighed and decided it was time for an introduction. He walked towards the Jedi and the other seemingly fellow Mandalorian and made himself known.

“Uh, I guess you’re aren’t one of the...others. Mind if I tag along?” He held himself as if he was ready for something to jump at him from behind.