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Davik had enough time to rush back into his ship and fire up the still-warm engines before the tide of the relentless Infected managed to grab hold of him. Some of the Infected sought to grab onto his ship and a few were dragged up into the skies with the momentum of the leaving ship. Of those few, none managed to linger for more than a few moments before the speed was too much for them to maintain a grip and they tumbled to the ground, smashing their bodies against the unforgiving surface of the urban planet.
The horde did not miss a step.
Drow would be able to get to his Y-Wing without issue, the astromech attached to the ship helping him to take off quickly enough to avoid being swarmed by the Infected. Lasers firing would attract more attention from the horde of the afflicted but it wasn’t enough to distract them from the lure of the un-infected flesh ahead of them. The lasers would hammer down into the horde, blasting several Infected apart.
The horde did not miss a step, even as dozens were blasted apart.
Laeonas’ warning was enough for the ship to begin to take off but it was not enough to have his hired ride escape without incident. As the ship was beginning to take off, the horde arrived, swarming onto and atop of the freighter with a cacophony of hungry moans. Firing it’s engines, the ship lurched into the air but the pilot, panicking and unable to see clearly with dozens of bodies scratching and clinging to the viewport alone, wasn’t functioning at the best of his abilities. The ship scraped it’s underbelly, hard, against the edge of the perimeter wall, the duracrete and steel tearing a strip into the bottom of the ship. Wobbling in the sky, the ship would begin to lose altitude before disappearing from sight further into the city.
The horde did not miss a step, even as a couple were gunned down as they charged.
Poffo booked it like a man possessed upon seeing the tidal wave of the Infected, making it inside the bunker as both Zathria and Kamelle made ready to shut the doors on the Infected as they approached. Already the hunters within the bunker’s entrance would find themselves shielded from the vibration of thunderous feet pounding mid-charge, the walls thick enough that even the sheer number of Infected would be no issue to repel.
The horde did not miss a step, even as their prey stepped further away from them, making their hunt that much longer.
Aska’s shot flew true however, shattering masonry and causing it to tumble down from on high, down onto the horde, yes, but down in a very advantageous position too. Despite the crashing stone, dozens of the fastest Infected managed to rush ahead of the collapsing pillar, even as it slammed in front of the majority of the horde.
The horde missed a step, faltering in its relentless advance as they had to pile on top of each other to surge over the downed pillar, something that was not easily done. With some quick, panicked, shots Aska had delayed the majority of the Infected, leaving only two dozen surging the last distance to the vault entrance. Her efforts to waylay the incoming horde were supported by the efforts of the Jedi Sevrin, many more of the Infected staggering, unable to continue their mad charge toward their prey as they so desperately wished.
It was with a supreme effort, against years of neglect and a lack of proper maintenance, that Zathria managed to start moving her door with the wheel. Once in motion, it began to move faster due to the weight of the door already being in motion assisting the effort of closing the door. However, the wheel appeared to be initially too tough, rusted as it was, for Kamelle to manage the same on her own. With the additional effort of Kliedden, however, the door started to rumble to a close as the Infected grew closer and closer.
A single Infected, formerly a Wookiee, managed to get itself caught between the doors with it’s arms bulging as it tried to keep the doors from slamming shut. Enhanced and tireless though it was, the Wookiee was peppered with shots from Leaonas and the weight of the two doors finally defeated it. The assembled hunters were treated to the sight of the Infected Wookie being compressed between the two doors, viscera and gore exploding out to shower them in it’s fluids as it was crushed to a final, chilling, death between the doors.
Left alone in the atrium of the bunker, the assembled hunters would be able to hear the distant sound of the Infected, now separated by thick blast doors. The emergency lighting was enough for them to see but with the doors now closed, the shadows stretched even more as the lightning provided scant, red, light. Enough to see by but not in any great level of detail.
Cutting through the darkness and the muffled moans of the Infected, the PA system whispered into life. It was clear that the PA system was under-powered, not operating as it should do though it wasn’t immediately clear as to why. Still, the Voice spoke.
“Thank you – I don’t know why each of you came but still, thank you. I was trapped in here when my employer, the Hutt currently preparing to bombard the planet, fled his own stupidity. The Infected on this planet were mostly contained but he engineered a ‘controlled’ release in an effort to use them against a local rival and he now seeks to glass the planet to remove all evidence that he did so.”
A long sigh over the PA system.
“I’m in a control room at the heart of the bunker but the main power is out – all I have is emergency power and systems, enough to use an alarm system and PA but not much else. We need to get the power back on but, to do so, you’re going to need to split up. The power can be reactivated but it requires two separate systems to be activated within seconds of each other; one is the primary generator down in the generator room but the other is in a secondary security office. There was one nearby the generator room but the hallway has collapsed. Please, I know this is terrifying but I need you to do this; without power, I can’t open the hanger and we can’t escape before the bombardment.”
As seen before, there were two tunnels leading off from the atrium they found themselves in and even in the dim red light of the emergency lighting it was possible to tell that one had clear markings labeling it as heading toward generator and the other to Secondary Security… if any of the assembled could read Huttese of course.
And then it would be a simple matter of splitting up and moving deeper into the ancient treasure vault.
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