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Altina Tiramara

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Altina frowned. If the protector was doing this for the sake of the galaxy, why is it that there are no mention of this place in the texts that she has read? Regardless of friend or foe, surely the Jedi Order would be aware of whoever this protector is if the ghostly woman was truly doing this for everyone.

With the stew in front of her, Altina wasn't sure whether it would be wise to take anything without, at the very least, knowing something about her hosts.

"I appreciate the what you have done for us, but may I ask for your names?" she asked.

Her eyes strayed on her Jedi comrade, trying to hint that she still does not know his name as well. It did not seem reasonable to let on that she had no idea who he was.

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Dathomir​

Despite evident appearances to the contrary, the ghostly woman hadn't actually gone anywhere and patiently watched them. Perhaps it was the nature of being ghostly that she was overlooked, but she found them humorous and perhaps a bit quaint. The ghostly woman didn't say anything as one of them stated that he thought this was a trap. She knew that nothing she said would have actually change his mind or any of their minds. They were respectably distrustful, and words weren't going to change that if they didn't trust the person saying the words.

The chains rose as the wheels were turned, eliciting a loud creak from the doors as they began to swing open. If there was something waiting inside to attack them it was simply a large group of robe wearing people who seemed totally uninterested in the newcomers. It was almost as if they were in some sort of deep meditation as they walked around the sprawling room, failing to notice the door now being opened.

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The elderly woman looked at the two padawans, who were clearly still very suspicious as well.

My name is Sif, and those two are Eroth and Rel, she said, motioning to the older man and younger man who were sitting on the other side of the room doing something that was difficult to see.

A moment later, she looked back to Felix, pausing a moment as if trying to figure out precisely what to say.

That's a bit complicated, and perhaps something you should ask the Forgotten when she comes back, she woman said. But there are evils out there that need stopping. Isn't that what you do? she asked. @AutoFox @Mr. Teatime @Killa Ree @GABA @Six @Lavi @Darasuum @christhebarker @Nefieslab
 

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Dathomir

The young Jedi looked up across the cliffs, eyes narrowing slightly. "Yes, red blades. Magnetically contained plasma. Space monks are colour coded, see. Only the evil ones use red," he joked lightheartedly, though the information was perfectly correct. "It certainly has been going on for a while. Longer than I'd like, natch. We're gonna find out why. As for the cliff, well.." He looked across the cliff face, eyes locking onto a little path up the sides. "We walk, I s'pose. Unless you prefer to be carried?" he teased, though without the flirtatious tone he'd usually throw in there. Hadn't been doing much of that lately, he just realized. Weird.

But nonetheless, on he would walk up the cliff path at a quick but manageable walking pace. The others didn't really seem to be in outright danger at the moment, which was good. Although... Something drew Hannibal's attention. A small cave on the left ahead seemed to almost draw his eyes to it, the young Jedi automatically looking toward it. Well, if that's what the Force wanted, whatever. He stopped before it and looked into. Dark. Naturally. Hannibal retrieved a glow rod from his belt and lit it to illuminate the cave entrance and beyond, generally preferring that over the drama of a lightsaber. It's not like he was on a big screen or anything, and lightsabers weren't what one would call safe.

"Hope y'don't mind caves, Helen. 'Cause this here is indeed a certified cave." He'd wait for the Lepi's assent before walking in, but walk in he would. Might as well, right?


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Dathomir

Huh.

Of all the things he expected to see past the doors at the top of the spooky mountain, rows of monks looking like they were busy at prayer was approaching the last thing he had expected. They seemed to be so absorbed in what they were doing that they didn't have a clue that they were even there.

And the doors had not exactly been silent in their long process of opening.

Eyeing them all for a moment, Max approached with his saberstaff still in his right hand but not activated for now. He reached out to the Force, letting himself touch the Light for a few moments as he took solace from it. Looking around at all the monk-like robes he couldn't help himself.

"So what, it's a secret cache of Jedi?"
he joked despite the serious atmosphere, "I feel almost at home."

But he still was cautious even as he approached one of the closer people. He waved to try and get their attention as he slowed in his approach.

"Hi there - excuse me, can you tell me what you're all doing?"


No harm in asking, right?


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Dathomir

The Force worked in mysterious ways.

On a dead planet, the ghosts of the past ought to be as ephemeral as the one that hovered around them. But at the opening of this temple, there were people. They seemed as living and present as the people surrounding her, but there was nothing felt. Nothing stirred in the breeze, no voices, no presences. Just the siren song.

She glanced back at Roland, then Max and the Sith again. Strange the Dark Side and Light were working together... their survival, it seemed, was to work together. When she saw the brown robes, however, she tilted her head, her voice a low whisper despite herself.


"...What kind of place was this, to be forgotten? I'd just heard they disappeared, the witches... but not truly forgotten..."

But of course Max was first to approach. He always was. Never shy of stepping in to be the first for plausible danger; it was why she had to heal him so many times!

She sighed, glancing back at Roland with a one-shoulder shrug.
"Into the dark we go?"

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Talak had heard about the attack on the Ranger HQ and his gut had dropped. His mind was far too clouded by concern and fear to be able to sense whether Trys (@Sreeya) had been there and was fine. The lack of a definitive feeling of her dying in the Force wasn't enough to confirm that she was alive.

His attempts to raise her on the comm had gone unanswered, but that wasn't extraordinarily unusual. They both kept odd hours, especially when they were off-world, and there were a thousand other explanations as to why she hadn't answered.

It didn't stop him from leaving his shoddy apartment - the one she had insisted he get - and race in his speeder toward the HQ. Being a Jedi had its advantages as he tore free from the standard skylanes and ripped across the sky at much highers speeds than were allowed.

He had set down just outside the police line when blaster rounds cracked through the air, spewing insides outside. Reflexively, Talak ducked down behind cover and looked cautiously out.

His mind began racing through the risk and assessing the situation. Area crowded, risk of being shot negligible. Shot came from high, he thought, eyes following the course to the surrounding buildings. While he'd never favored a sniper rifle himself, he was an assassin, had been trained to deal with assassins, and had worked with assassins. In other words, this was something he knew about.

Combined with the intuition of the Force, he was fairly certain he'd narrowed down the building in question. The only question now was why? Sure, he knew that sometimes secondary bombs were planted at attacks to take out first responders - which made him now wonder about a secondary detonation when this was all done - but why snipers? That was so... specific. Were they spotting for someone? Why give away their position now?

He didn't know the answer to these questions, and they didn't matter. What mattered was that he was already moving toward the building, saber hilt in hand, and ready to deal with these murderers. Decisively. @Mr. Teatime
 
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Nar Shaddaa

The Gammoreans fell and Nara felt a rush of hope. Dispatched quickly and... kind of cleanly. The Mandalorian had proved incredibly skilled and Izel had saved her butt by using the grate. It felt like they could do this. It felt like the tide might start to turn.

Then the scream came. Nara almost dropped her saber, holding her hands to her ears. Wincing hard while it lasted, hearing it pulse through the muck and scum at her feet, the walls around her and the fetid air in the sewers. When it ended, the atmosphere had changed. In the silence, Nara could feel it. She was sure the others could too.

"They're coming," she announced quietly, biting her lip. Through the fear though, there was a spark of something. A little triumph. "We're close." The Gammoreans had been different from the rest of the creatures. They'd moved in some formation. One had screamed out a warning. They were not there for no reason. They were right. It came from down here. It all came from here.

There was no question of what Nara was going to do next. "I'm carrying on. There's something down here and I'm not leaving until it's found, or stopped, or whatever." Nar Shaddaa may have been a gigantic, open and oozing sore on the face of the Galaxy but dammit, it was her sore and she wouldn't leave everything she'd once known to die. She set off down the sewers, trudging through the gelatinous, sticky mix of sewage and melted Gammorean, advancing down the winding path of the sewer. They wouldn't have much time.

Nara entered the chamber, holding up her saber. It bathed the place in blue light, gleaming from the massive blast doors. There was clearly something here. These weren't the sewers anymore... but which way? Conscious of the oncoming storm, Nara turned around to those that hopefully followed her. Trying to think.

Do we take a door each and split up? It would get it done faster but who knew what else'd be hiding in there. And Nara had already had a close call with a squad of huge, freakish creatures today.

"I think we need to stick close and pick one," she said, opening it up to those around her. "And we need to pick quick. I vote for left." Chosen entirely at random, but she had a strange feeling that the middle would be the obvious way to go, therefore may be a trap.


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(Nar Shaddaa)


The Doctor marveled at Flood's work. Sure, he had helped with beta-tests, to ensure the virus would act certain ways, but this hard largely been Flood's baby. And what a beautiful zero birthday it was coming out to be. Carnage rain through the streets, screens sung into the night sky. The Doctor had unleashed plagues onto unsuspecting communities before, but none had come together as nicely as this one.

Granted, Flood did have some benefits The Doctor did not have in the past. First was the right circumstances; Nar Shaddaa was deeply packed unlike the locations the Doctor had chosen in the past (granted in order for a more controlled setting). Secondly, there was the sabotage to several of Nar Shaddaa's systems. Like with many ecumenopoleis, systems were in place in many parts of the infrastructure to deal with outbreaks, in large part due to the millennia of rakghoul plague. However, before Flood unleashed his wonderous gift to Smuggler's Moon, a small team of Legionnaire operatives that accompanied the Doctor infected several key systems with the Dread Virus or straight-up damaged them so they would not work. Quarantine measures no longer worked, and actively disengaged when it should (such as a few key explosions that should have set off the blast-doors).

The Doctor monitored the infection from Network Access, one of the few areas that had only been hit by the outbreak mildly. In part because protecting the networks were pale in importance to one's personal safety, to many of the employees (who honestly weren't being paid that much in the first place). The staff that remained where largely droids; some infected with the Dread Virus, while most were left alone, who minded little of the intruders, almost ignorant of their existence. The Doctor and his team had dispatched any droids that became a threat, particularly any security droids that sought to kick out the Eternal intruders. Of course, the Doctor's team was not foolish; they kept on guard for any threats that may approach, be it droid, denizen, or infection-propagated abomination. As an added protection, no Legionnaire had exposed body parts, encased in armor, though if the observed combat prowess of some of the infected were to be interpreted correctly, they weren't a guaranteed protection; after all, Flood controlled many of these abominations, but he couldn't control everything at once, and there was a risk of infected going after the Doctor's team.

From the repurposed hub, The Doctor inspected Flood's work, impressed with what he was finding. The Doctor predicted that, of the primary infected areas, at least a third to half of the individuals present were infected or in high-probability of being infected (i.e. engaging in close proximity to the infected). There was also the threat of the plague spreading. Already his cameras had observed some infected individuals sneak aboard a frigate bound for Kafane, a small agricultural planet; the ship hadn't departed yet, desperately trying to get the fuel lines working, but it was a possibility of a sequel that fans of this outbreak were looking for (The Doctor among the uber-fans).

The Doctor had mixed feelings about discovering Iko Gark Lokan Jistos being on-moon. Jistos was a potential competitor, but a potential ally too. The Doctor deemed Jistos not a threat by the fact that Jistos sought to study the outbreak rather than contain or thwart it. He decided to send a message to Jistos, noting potential sanctuary in Network Access, denoting which access port to use. The same interpretation and invitation was sent to Jerex Dorn as well; granted, he had doubts Jerex would accept the invitation in favor of investigating the nightmare that was the outbreak. It amused the Neti how quickly the Eternal's resident scientists swarmed Nar Shaddaa at the first sign of an infection.

The Neti scientist was displeased to see cameras picking up the assault on Flood's location, and another party closing in (unknown if coming directly after Flood or not, from the Doctor's perspective). Flood's loss would be a huge loss for the Sith Eternal, at least in the eyes of the Doctor. As such, he quickly ordered research data already gathered to be backed up and sent off-sight to an operative on Nal Hutta, in case things went south. The Doctor wasn't sure what would happen to the infected if Flood were killed. Of course he knew he wasn't invulnerable to having his location raided too; after all, what would happen if people began to become suspicious of why quarantine measures weren't actualizing and sought to investigate at the primary source of these systems, Network Access itself?


Tried to keep openings for people to engage the Doctor if desired, including that he wasn't exactly immune from infected attacks, and a means for interaction with the other Sith PC on the planet. It also gives a jumping point/target for any others who seek to join the Nar Shaddaa setting but feel intimidated to try to insert into the Sewer action. Plus potentially a window for a follow-up outbreak thread if desired.

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Thanks to their controlled response the Jedi and their Mandalorian companion were able to make short work of the Gammorean zombies, though not short enough it seemed. Izel cringed and covered her head as the beast released a terrible scream before collapsing. She looked over the monster curiously for a moment to make sure it was dead before turning to her Padawan. "Well done Padawan." She congratulated him on keeping his cool in the face of combat, even if this encounter had been a short and simple one.

They wouldn't have much time to talk though before her Force sense acted up again, alerting her to the sudden shift in movement above them. More monsters were coming, and fast. Nara was quick to confirm her feelings before bidding them to move on. Izel would offer a prompt nod in return. "We're with you." She said firmly. Hopefully Nara's lead would prove fruitful, and they could put an end to this madness once and for all.

As the group made their way into the larger chamber Izel looked at each of the blast doors with interest, antennae twitching. She tried to extend her Force sense beyond the doors to give her an inkling of where they ought to go, but something seemed to be interfering with her senses. Nara seemed of the opinion that they should all stick together. Under normal circumstances Izel would agree, but given they were short on time that might not be the best option.

"We can't afford to let whoever is behind this escape or destroy evidence," She countered. "Perhaps we should split into groups of two to investigate each passage? Then we can double back and search the remaining together. Isen and I can take the right, and you and the Mandalorian can take the left." She tilted her head, trying to think straight while under the pressure of an obvious looming threat. "Or... Well maybe we should all move together... What do you two think?" She looked towards Isen and Minerva for an answer.

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Thudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthud

What had originally sounded like a piece of distant machinery or the clattering of far-off monsters approached rapidly - too rapidly to be anything natural. As Izel looked back at her companions, the outer rim of her compound eyes caught a flicker of motion.

The next instant, a tall, young human shot around the corner with Force-enhanced speed. He carried an unlit lightsaber in his hand, and he wore utilitarian clothes and light armor over his chest and limbs, and a few doodads hung from a utility belt. He tried to skid to a halt several meters from the group, but he slipped in the muck and a rock caught his foot. He tumbled onto the goopy floor and skidded to a slow and disgusting halt. He shot to his feet without hesitation, though, and waved at the group. Now that he was still, they could see that he was tall - almost as tall as Izel - with curly brown hair and fair skin. He looked like a normal human kid, almost out of his teens, except that he had blank white eyes.

The older Jedi recognized him vaguely. He had come to the Jedi Temple in Jedha a few years back. He had fumbled through classes, but his lack of sight had been a severe hindrance to his growth in any of the normal Jedi arts. A reclusive Master that the other Masters generally didn't speak kindly of - or speak of at all - had shown up and left with him in tow one day, apparently to train as a Padawan. Nobody had heard from him since.

"Umm..." he said in a shy voice. "Hi, I'm Salek. I, uh, think you guys made some things mad. We should go."



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Nar Shaddaa

As the Gamorreans fell one by one, the young Padawan found himself acting instinctively. Part of this was his nature. He was a person of action; definitiveness and decisiveness were his trademarks. Right or wrong, once a path had been decided, he didn't question it. He sold out. There were certainly negatives that came along with such a nature, but it also made it easier for him to submit to the Force. And in the disgusting bowels of Nar Shaddaa, the young Kiffar could feel the Force directing his feet, his hands, his torso. It was a strange feeling, but the submission to the Force was strangely empowering.

When the fighting had come to a close, Isen found himself strangely at peace. Alert, prepared, at the ready, but at peace.

"Well done Padawan," his master told him. Isen nodded and stood at ease, keeping one of his sabers lit for extra light.

The two Jedi knights were debating about whether the foursome should split off into pairs. Nara Allam thought it best to stay together. Thral thought it best to cover as much ground as possible and split into two groups for a time. Then together, they could cover a third tunnel. Master Thral turned her attention to Isen and the Mandalorian for their opinions. Isen wasn't expecting for his opinion to be weighed, but he looked at the doors, took a deep breath in thought, and then back to Master Thral. "I tend to agree that we should cover as much as ground possible." He looked over to the armored ally. "That is if you won't rust up in there and leave your partner going solo."

Once again, Isen's dry wit and lack of physical emoting could leave some wondering if it was harmless rib or a serious question of the warrior's bravery and ability.


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Nar Shaddaa
Jerex was having a good time in his current position, but then a couple things happened that made him even more excited, first it was the message that he received from Fidchell, a fellow sith that also liked to work in the finer arts of medicine and science, sending him the location of a safe haven, this not only meant that there were sith around and still alive, but also that it was very possible they were related to this incident.

Not only that, but he also started sensing another dark presence nearby which pretty much confirmed his suspictions. Of course the greatest force sensitive warriors in the galaxy were responsible for such a marvelous outbreak! The only thing that irked him was the fact that he wasn't invited to this party any sooner, but he could deal with it, for it's better late than never and the force probably wanted him on it, seeing the chances of him being on Nar Shaddaa of all planet was very slim.

Just like it was expected, Jerex declined the Doctor's offfer of a refuge, not when there was so much fun to be had, so much to see about the virus and someone closer that was probably part of it. So, using the force, Jerex lifted the shopping cart in which he was carrying around his undead nugget friend and then jumped off the building himself, landing on the other end of the shopping cart and then proceeding to ride it down the street with a lightsaber in hand in case any of the monsters try to bite him on the way down. Moving quickly thanks to his fast but utterly ridiculous improvised vehicle.

The old knight of Ren finally arrived where the presence was, stopping the cart as he looked at the interesting figure in front of him, just by looking around he could tell he didn't do much fighting yet, no charred corpses, no lightsaber, not even a bit tired, things that should be expected from someone that were walking around in the middle of the street "Should I assume you are the one behind this magnificient work?" Jerex asked, his voice heavily modified by the usage of the mask of Ren, his voice deep and creepy while the tone was clearly jovial and curious "Where are my manners? You can call me Tyrus Ren mister, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!"
Nar Shaddaa

Minerva would’ve savored the victory as the undead Gamorrans fell, but the last pig let out a shattering cry. The mercenary grunted in pain as she forced herself to keep standing spite of it. “Stang!” She muttered from both the new headache and the implications of what the zombie just did.

More monsters are coming.

Even so she advanced alongside the Jedi party before they came to the chamber with the three massive doors. Terrific a multiple choice problem. Thinking that the armored warrior listened to the Jedi before twisting her head toward them as if they lost their wits.

These idiots are debating in a time like this?!

Without warning, a figure appeared at high speed and quickly Minerva aimed her blaster before seeing who it was. Another Jedi it seemed. She ignored the newcomer's suggestion and was about to answer Izel when her student spoke up first. Anger flared within her and aimed the gun at him but only the incoming threat of the undead stopped the merc from shooting toward the padawan.

“Shut the kark up youngling, the grown ups are talking.” Minerva answered in a tone full of acid. Then she finally answered Izel. “We’re wasting time here so I’ll play by your idea to spilt up.”

Not waiting for an answer Minerva rushed toward the left door. She wasn’t going to waste any further time.

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Izel was surprised to sense another being moving towards them, though clearly not one of the zombies chasing them down. It was a human, a blind human. And judging from the strength of Force energy swirling around him, a Force sensitive human. He introduced himself as Salek, and encouraged them to flee. Normally she might have agreed with him, but they were much too close to give up now.

The Vratix, only slightly repulsed by his sewage drenched appearance, responded. "You can leave if you like, but we are trying to find the source of this outbreak. We're not going anywhere." That was when things started to get out of hand. Isen made an admittedly tactless joke at the Mandalorian's expense, and in response the hot-headed woman drew her blaster on him. Izel's reaction was immediate, and Minerva would feel the heat of her lightsaber's blade hovering less than an inch from the nape of her neck. When Izel spoke her voice was calm, though a deadly intent crept into the fringe of her tone.

"If you value your life you'll refrain from threatening my student." She informed the Mandalorian. She waited for Minerva to lower her own weapon and walk away before lowering hers. "And watch your language." She remarked before turning her attention back to Nara. The consensus seemed to be three for splitting the group. "Watch yourself with that one." The Vratix warned her human ally. "She might have less brains than these monsters." With little time to waste she would gesture for Isen to follow as she made her way for the right passage. With the frustration rising in her she didn't say anything else to Salek, leaving the blind Jedi to make his own decision about whether to join them or not. For her own part the Vratix just wanted to get all of this over with and leave.

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The young Kiffar didn't budge nor flinch as the Mando raised her weapon in his direction. His ignited blade was already level with his torso to provide light, so he was in a perfect defensive position to deflect blaster bolts as it was. There was no chance he would give this stranger the satisfaction of flinching or scurrying about. He simply lifted a single brow at the threatening action and remained cold, emotionless as his Master came to his defense. He was simultaneously proud to see her defend him so, but also slightly embarrassed that she felt the need to rescue him. He didn't give a verbal response to the armored warrior. Isen had just pretended she never threatened him. Note taken- the Mando didn't have a sense of humor.

He listened as Izel Thral gave some words of advice to Nara before signaling for the Padawan to follow her down the right passage. He did so. He felt slightly ashamed for what he said, possibly causing a strain on the uneasy alliance. He should have known better, should have known that he was hard to read and it was easy for others to take his jokes personally. Still, he wasn't too concerned, and he wasn't going to apologize now. His master had more pressing issues on her mind, and if she wanted to discuss it with him later, he was quite sure that the topic would come up.

As they made their way down the passage, Isen could almost feel the danger- it was palpable. It was like he could touch the very real and present danger that awaited them down the path. As Isen ran to keep up with his master, he steeled himself for what was to come, something he had a feeling would test him like he had not been tested before.

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Nar Shaddaa

Looked like they were splitting up the group. That didn't soothe her nerves at all. United, they could put up a good front and hold off a lot. Divided? Well, Nara didn't fancy her chances. Particularly with a padawan and a mouthy Mandalorian. Nara watched as Isen and the Mando traded insults, followed by Izel getting in on the action. Nara couldn't take it much more.

"My homeworld is burning. You think we can all quit our bitching?" she yelled, the fear and frustration clear on her face. She was too close to stop now. Whatever it took, she'd have to give it. A future beckoned where Nar Shaddaa was devastated, a dead world, trillions of souls slowly devoured. Some of them innocent. This should not be happening. I should be stopping this.

The arrival of the blind Jedi did little to calm her. She sensed his presence arriving before he did, hearing him dash through the muck towards them all. If things had been different, she might've fired off a sarcastic comment to him, but she just stared at him for a second before turning to Izel.

"I'll look out for the Mando. Good luck you two. But if you find something that can stop this, anything..." Nara started to say to Izel, looking up at her ally and friend, "take it and go. Don't come back for us. Stop this." She smiled at her, then turned to Isen. "Look after your master!" she told him. Finally, as she was about to follow the Mando, she called out to Salek.

"Pick a team and come with! Don't go on your own!" she warned, not wanting to have yet another death on her mind. Maybe he'd be fine with his wild Force speed, but you could only outrun things for so long. With that, Nara followed the Mandalorian down the passage to the left, holding her saber up high to light the way.

"Wait up!" she yelled, boots slamming on the floor as she ran to catch up, sensing the darkness descending around them. Ahead of them. Something was close by. And she had a feeling that whatever had caused this mess knew exactly where they were, and they'd be coming for them.


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"You can leave if you like, but we are trying to find the source of this outbreak. We're not going anywhere."

Salek nodded to the Vratix in agreement, but his words were cut off by a flurry of threatens and weapons being drawn. He stepped quickly back out of the line of fire with a look of alarm. Anger and fear swirled through the group like a hurricane, feeding back on one another in a growing wave.

Okay, I'm beginning to see what Lentus sees in the Jedi, he thought quietly to himself. He kept his mouth shut, though; people this touchy shouldn't be fed the spark of an outsider's meddling. Instead he left his face neutral, scanning the area for threats and preparing to react to violence. He could feel creatures skittering across the pavement and floors above them, searching for sewer grates down. The thought crossed his mind to collapse the tunnel behind them, but chances were they would need at least one path intact to get back out.

"Pick a team and come with! Don't go on your own!" the third Jedi yelled before disappearing after the Mando. Salek stopped to consider, though. Three doors, and only two checked. He reached out with his senses to see what was beyond, but he couldn't sense through them. Something was blocking his ability to feel beyond the portals. There likely were Sith somewhere, then, and they were drawing close to something important enough to ward. Great.

Still, nothing to do but try and save time. He passed through the center door. Rather than striding down the tunnel, though, he reached out with his feelings, trying to get a sense of what was beyond - and more importantly, if there was anything alive waiting for him.

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The group in the sewers represented the only hope to the planet of Nar Shaddaa. They had been presented with choices with unknown outcomes and unfathomable dangers, and in the face of this uncertainty they had steeled their resolves and decided to split up. A bold choice to be sure, but then again the phrase "fortune favors the bold" existed for a reason.

The duo who had chosen the right path, @Izel Thral and @Isen Ramm, had made the choice with the highest danger. As they moved through the right blast door - which opened for them without issue - they would follow path that bowed slightly as they traversed it. When they would no longer be able to see the door they had come through, they would find themselves locked permantenly in their choices. Meters thick durasteel doors would shut the path behind them after they'd moved about halfway down the path.

There would be the slimmest of moments available to both of them as the door came down: their Jedi training would give them one final chance to dive back. Should they not take it, only one path would be available to them - forward. Eventually, they'd find themselves in a circular chamber littered with piles of stripped-clean bones mixed with mounds of old, rotting meat. Some of the chunks in the pile would still appear vaguley humanoid, clear evidence that numerous poor souls had met their final demise in this hellscape.

Across the room from where they were lay a beast known by many as simply a legend, a terror in the dark that kept Jedi from skulking the shadows of darkside worlds without fear creeping into their minds. It was a tarentatek monster. gnawing voraciously on the corpse of a Gammorrean. Behind it lay a door but there were no visible controls to open it from this side. A secondary problem for Izel and Isen to figure out as it were with much more pressing concerns noticing their presence.

The hide of the tarentatek was gnarled and deformed, evidence of numerous body experiments. Its taut muscles flex with obvious power as it rose to its full height and let loose a blood curdling roar at the two Jedi. Acidic slime dripped from its gaping maw, sizzling the durasteel floor as it began to charge towards them, bloodlust in its eye.

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@Nara Allam and @Minerva Fhirdiad would find themselves traversing a similarly bowed path as they moved through the left-side blast door. The sewer would start with a gradual slope downward before becoming increasingly vertical. Eventually, gripping the muck and slime covered floor would become nearly impossible for Nara, though Minerva would have an easier time with her jetpack.

Even with her Jedi reflexes, Nara would begin to slide with uncontrolled speed, almost sewer surfing into the end of the pathway, which would suddenly drop out into a ten meter shaft straight down. With the pathway back up impossible to traverse, the unlikely pair of the Jedi and the Mandalorian would have little choice but to bite the bullet and traverse the shaft.

It would drop them into another portion of the sewer, a single source of iridescent light the only thing piercing the inky blackness of where they found themselves. As they walked, they would hear the crunching of bones beneath their feet and looking down, they'd notice the now black splatters of dried blood covering nearly every surface of the square feeding pen.

Snarling would begin to eminate from the farside of the chamber. It would sound inhuman to Nara and Minerva, unrecognizeable as the sounds of a normal living being. Gates would suddenly open and out of them would walk a pair of rancor, each clearly having been infected with the virus that was ravaging Nar Shaddaa above.

A way out was available, but the rancor seemed to be guarding it with intent. Despite being zombified and clearly even more ravenous than a standard rancor, it would be clear to the duo that these were guardians, not just mindless beasts. They would have to fight for their lives to find salvation.

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@Salek Fallanai would find himself, alone, but on the easiest path. He would travel for what seemed like far too long before finding himself at another door, though this one was made from stone instead of durasteel. Set in the door were three holes. The left and right hole were occupied by kyber crystals while the center was empty.

Behind this door would be what the group was seeking, though unbeknowst to Salek his friends would be fighting for their very lives. If he could get the door to open he could save them, but every second he did not they drew closer and closer to an untimley demise.

Would the force guide him, or would he fail? Only time would tell. Tick tock, Mister Fallanai. Tick. Tock.

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Flood would regard @Jerex Dorn with little more than a raised eyebrow and a judging glance. I'd assumed that all of the Ren were dead by now, given how little I've heard of your group since its inception. He quipped, a sneer creasing the corners of his lips. Surprisingly, you can be of aid to me. Come, there are Jedi banging on the door of my lab beneath the city. Should they get inside there is potential for all of my work to be lost.

Flood's knowledge of the underbelly of Nar Shaddaa was near perfect at this stage, he'd spent so much time here he'd been able to memorize most of the labrynthian pathways. Moving towards a sewer grate, he would remove it with the force and motion for Jerex to follow him.

It would take the two a little bit of time to reach the area with the others. But their time would soon run out.
 

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Though Falynn had been in a stable position at Corran’s side, she was still knocked off balance as he collapsed onto his back. With all the chaos going on in the basement, it was difficult to concentrate on the action and the injured at once. In her peripheral, Falynn saw a flash of movement as a vibroknife, presumably intended for her, made its way over the space where she had just been. Or it would have, had the woman in a thermal suit not directed it off course. Falynn only had a matter of seconds, but it was all she needed to catch a glimpse of an integral part of the woman’s identity. Physician. Somewhere within the medic, a faint curiosity blossomed along with the desire to learn more. It was quickly shoved aside as there were more pertinent things at hand. Perhaps there would be time later.

If it wasn’t already clear that Corran needed to be evacuated immediately, the doctor’s command spurred people into action. Her tone was harsher than anticipated, but Falynn knew there was good reason. It had been a risk for her to try to stabilize Corran before getting him out, and she acknowledged that precious time had been spent. Time that could have otherwise been used to get him to safety. Elara and Bast rushed to lift the Ranger from his position on the ground. Seeing as the two had a safe and secure hold on him, Falynn stepped aside. A third person would only get in the way. Following a short distance behind the other women, the medic exited by the way she had come in. There was nothing more she could do here. Although she considered staying to fight, Falynn knew where her skills lay. Her first and foremost priority would always be to aid the injured, not to engage the enemy.

In the adjacent hallway, Falynn heard Bast ask Ranger Salis a question. She waited for Elara’s response before offering one of her own as she approached the group. “Staying here could be dangerous for everyone’s health, especially for Ranger Velt who needs immediate medical attention. I suggest moving out of the area, or even out of the entire building.” Whatever the final verdict was, it didn’t change the fact that Corran needed medical care that Falynn herself couldn’t provide. Even taking into account the newly discovered doctor, it didn’t seem likely they would find anyone who had the ability to treat him down here. But as a medic, she felt obliged to stay with him for as long as it took to find someone else who could more appropriately handle his state. After that, she would only stay if needed. No matter her own concerns, it wasn’t fair to others if she was solely focused on one person.

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Helen quirked an eyebrow at Hannibal as the Jedi explained the concept of a lightsaber to her. So, magic space wizards operated on the same principle as frontier cinemats on her home-world? With the equivalent of black hats and white hats? It was, she thought, almost as if creator deity had been shown such things at a deeply impressionable age, and had designed their universe to suit their resulting taste.

Or this Jedi wasn't telling her the whole truth, which was realistically more likely, but for some reason the Lepi didn't think that was what was happening.

With only a shrug of assent, Helen followed Hannibal up the winding cliff path, doing her best to watch her step. As a fighter pilot, she was not one to be afraid of heights, but she did recognize that a fall from up here could still kill her very, very dead.

When the two of them came to the cave, however, the Lepi peered inside with obvious apprehension.

"It's a cave alright. A very dark, very spooky cave, on an alien planet littered with derelict ships."

Helen took in a deep breath, let it out, and un-clipped her own glowrod from the belt of her flight suit. She clicked it on and shone it inside; the light didn't seem to reach as far as she thought it ought to. Nevertheless, she popped her neck, steeled her nerves, and moved past Hannibal before he had a chance to protest.

"Ladies first."

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@Nara Allam and @Minerva Fhirdiad would find themselves traversing a similarly bowed path as they moved through the left-side blast door. The sewer would start with a gradual slope downward before becoming increasingly vertical. Eventually, gripping the muck and slime covered floor would become nearly impossible for Nara, though Minerva would have an easier time with her jetpack.

Even with her Jedi reflexes, Nara would begin to slide with uncontrolled speed, almost sewer surfing into the end of the pathway, which would suddenly drop out into a ten meter shaft straight down. With the pathway back up impossible to traverse, the unlikely pair of the Jedi and the Mandalorian would have little choice but to bite the bullet and traverse the shaft.

It would drop them into another portion of the sewer, a single source of iridescent light the only thing piercing the inky blackness of where they found themselves. As they walked, they would hear the crunching of bones beneath their feet and looking down, they'd notice the now black splatters of dried blood covering nearly every surface of the square feeding pen.

Snarling would begin to eminate from the farside of the chamber. It would sound inhuman to Nara and Minerva, unrecognizeable as the sounds of a normal living being. Gates would suddenly open and out of them would walk a pair of rancor, each clearly having been infected with the virus that was ravaging Nar Shaddaa above.

A way out was available, but the rancor seemed to be guarding it with intent. Despite being zombified and clearly even more ravenous than a standard rancor, it would be clear to the duo that these were guardians, not just mindless beasts. They would have to fight for their lives to find salvation.
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Nara chased after the Mandalorian, trudged through the muck and slime. She noticed the way was getting a little more slippery. Turning a little downwards. Then turning more downwards. Then actually sloping down. She tried her best to edge her way down there slowly, but soon enough she slipped and tumbled, sliding down the slope all the way, holding her saber high out of the mess until she reached that drop and...

Nara went straight down that precipitous drop, managing to tumble into a... not quite graceful, but only mildly painful landing. Grunting with frustration, she picked herself up and patted her coat in vain. I will burn this thing the second I'm out of here. I will never get this out. Clinging to anything she could control as the moon above her burned and the hordes flocked to the sewers beneath. She advanced, the crunching bones providing the perfect ambience to the dreadful place around them both.

"Knew we shoulda sticked together," she mumbled as she looked at the floor, before hearing that noise. Those grunts and snarls, as the gates opened and the pair of rancor pushed out. Her jaw dropped.

"Oh shit."

Rancor. She'd never seen one before, not outside of the Holonet or a couple of books in the Temple. This time, she had no experience to pull on, no knowledge to draw from. And there was to be no sneakiness. They were there, hungry and right in front of the way out. Clutching the saber hilt with both hands, ready to strike if one came lunging for her, she determinedly stepped forwards.

"One each? Or try and pick one off quick?" she asked the Mando, before shaking her head. "Ha, stupid idea, right?" she said quickly, shaking her head. Trying in vain to control the fear burning inside her.


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A stalemate had been well and truly established. The hallway was a deathtrap designed to stall or stop enemy forces, but it wouldn't be nearly as effective without a Sith present. Sirius' little group and the team of @Darmus Onn and @Nykoria Tallis were at an impasse, and the two brave defenders were certainly well skilled in their respective specialties. But there was a detail to the design of Sirius' blockade, in that it wasn't actually a checkpoint. It was closer to a mobile weapons team or a steamroller.

At Sirius' signal the three of them began to walk backward down the hall, the click-clack-clicking of the droideka's legs on the duracrete floor joining the thumping of combat boots. Sirius' saber was before him on guard while the other two readied suppressing fire from behind. The Jedi seemed to have taken enough of the bait that her retreat was delayed. Sirius' comm buzzed in his ear with the updates all of them were getting, grinning to himself as he knew emergency personnel had been spotted and were being gunned down. Excellent.

Next step: Corner the Jedi and the Ranger. Sirius launched the metal orb in his left hand forward down the hall toward the intersection, a thermal detonator set for the standard four-second timer. The Dark Side filled the Sith, intending to stop it in place and counter telekinetic influence against it once the grenade became a visible threat around the hallway corner. The grenade wasn't really meant to kill the Jedi, though if it did he wouldn't complain, so much as to clear the two away from the area so Sirius' weapons team had more time to back off unimpeded. There was little chance the Jedi would stand still long enough for it to hit he suspected, but one could hope.

Speaking of hope, the Ranger was saying something about security forces. Unfortunately for him, the Eclipse knew a few things the Ranger didn't about this little attack. Certainly they were operating on a time limit but it wasn't as short as the Ranger was hoping for. They'd just have to tough it out in the meantime.


The knife-wielding Sith facing a group of Rangers and a very upset doctor was having to deal with quite a few things, but the new focus on retreat would prove advantageous. The main problem was that @Trini Halrixien was latched onto the Sith's arm, sharp little teeth and claws digging through the skin. The leather helped add another layer but adrenaline-fueled jaws clamped down hard, drawing blood. The Sith grit her teeth, annoyed the little rat's twisting had managed to avoid the remaining barrage of stun bolts, striking the wall where they both had been a moment prior. Bolts of lightning arced around into the Amaran, though she was only stunned if anything. Little rat was tough, and her weight was throwing off the Sith's balance. Fewer people were firing at the Sith at once now, fortunately, and she still had a little room to maneuver. Just enough.

@Dr Ilana Morata followed up with another thrown knife and three stun shots as @Trini Halrixien sank her teeth into the Sith's arm. She couldn't maneuver properly with the Amaran clinging to her arm, but her weight could be repurposed. The Sith's lightsaber rose to defend her from the stun bolts aimed at her head and she swung her Trini-clad arm down and around, twisting her hips into it, toward the incoming vibroblade to deflect its lethal edge off to her left once again with her improvised furry buckler. It wasn't a perfect defense, one that would introduce Trini and the Sith's arm to damage from the edge of the blade, but it would result in the vibroblade being buried in the wall instead of the Sith's vital organs.

@Corran Velt was being evacuated by @Elara Salis and @Bast Emblai successfully with the help of @Falynn Tikarsis , the Sith unable to really do anything about it. Between the doctor's vengeful assault and Trini's ongoing grapple she literally had her hands full. She'd been cornered by the group and now would be forced to deal with them before she could do anything else.

Which allowed for @Crix Aran to charge past burned crushed corpses, thunder down the stairs to the basement entrance, and sidestep the retreating Rangers to slip slyly down the rightwards hallway headed toward the records room, completely unimpeded.


Within the records room that @Crix Aran was making his way to, @Vera Coulter continued to engage the sadistic and increasingly frustrated Nemoidian. How dare this inferior insist on not dying when he demanded it so explicitly!? He continued his forward advance, lightsaber buzzing as it intercepted the three sequential shots with alarming efficiency- which is when the Sith noticed the grenade rolling across the floor. How dar-!?

The Sith's left hand shot up and the grenade followed suit, launching up and away from him in Vera's direction. But it was too late. The grenade went off in mid-air with both combatants in range, the blinding light and deafening sound echoing in the room. The Nemoidian cried out in alarm and covered his face with his left arm, saber arm swinging out at the closest objects in his rage and cleaving them in twain. She would pay for this! Just as soon as he could see again, she would regret having the capacity to feel pain!


The soldiers in the hallway outside the records room were, frankly, just doing their best. They'd been forewarned against interfering with the Nemoidian, and so instead they had been setting up a defensive position. They'd finished setting up their E-web by now, the barrel of the weapon directed down the hallway. Anyone heading toward the records room would have to deal with with them before getting any further. They would fire on anyone moving down the hallway who wasn't obviously an ally of some kind, as per their instructions.


Back outside, the arrival of Crix had gone mentioned but unbothered. He was not a priority target of any kind for Overwatch. On the other hand, @Talak Rand definitely was. He had a death mark from the Eternal on his head, and if nothing else, his appearance drew the attention of Overwatch. Talak's appearance was noted over comms and a shot rang out from the building he'd started to head toward, directed at his torso from a window different from the prior shot. The sniper within moved to change location again while the spotter on the roof kept track of Talak, other pairs in other buildings continuing to keep an eye on CorSec, the emergency personnel, and the people on the second floor.

The mournful keening of twin ion engines sliced through the air as a CorSec patrol gunship flew out from between two buildings toward the Ranger station, sirens blaring and police lights flashing along its sides. The sudden appearance of apparent heavy reinforcements briefly fortified the Corsec defensive line under sniper fire- right before the gunship opened up with a full salvo of its weapons in an aggressive attack run.

Laser cannon fire cut through a section of the CorSec officers and a pair of concussion missiles impacted a grouping and an airspeeder respectively, the gunship swiftly passing by overhead and beginning to bank around for a second pass. The detonations shook the ground and reverberated through the ruins of the station. It turned around at the end of its run and redirected toward the Ranger station itself, a new pair of missiles locking into place, turrets swiveling to lock onto the second floor.


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Well so much for being anonymous among the crowd. It seemed he had immediately drawn the attention of the assassins, and while he would have liked to say that was fine, it really wasn't ideal.

Had he not been on the lookout for snipers with saber hilt in hand, he never would have managed to avoid being killed right then and there. His saber snapped to life a brilliant white and swept upward in a fluid motion, sending the shot flying straight into the air above to fizzle out as it ran out of steam.

That was all he needed to know to figure that he was definitely not anonymous anymore. He broke into a full sprint to the building. While he may not have known that the sniper was on the move, he didn't want to stay in the open any longer than he had to.

If he could manage it, he'd barely even slow for the door to open before making his way into the building.

Explosions rocked the street behind him and he realized this place had turned suddenly into a literal war zone. Not just an attack or some shooters, but an active military zone. He didn't have the firepower to deal with... whatever was detonating the streets, but hopefully he could get to this sniper in time.
 

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Thinking that he could finally get a breather before going back into action Weiss almost relaxed for a second, his partial peace completely obliterated by the sound of blaster bolts as the sniper shots decimated the medical staff surrounding the Jedi. Not having nearly enough time to save any of them the Jedi was however able to react to some degree. Grabbing the medical desk that he layed his hand on he flipped it sideways, using his bottom metal part as a shield and ducked down as the shots rained. Luckily him and the doctors didn't get far from the entrance before the sniper ended their lives and in a feat of great speed Weiss leapt from his cover straight into the building once again, rolling further inside and landing next to a support pillar where the snipers couldn't get a shot on him.

He let out a muffled scream through his teeth as his injured arm did not like his evasive maneuver one bit. Hissing in pain, leaning onto the support pillar in a sitting position it took Weiss a couple of seconds before being able to yell out to the ones occupying the ground floor.
''Snipers! Outside, on other buildings!''

It was clear he wasn't going anywhere without some medical attention to his arm but the question was how do they get the medical staff inside with the Sith snipers covering the outside.

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Okay he was in the building and that was step one done - he was inside the building and all he needed to do now was head on down to the records room and find out where the hells his mother had been station and... and it was only now, that he was in the burning building that this whole thing seemed like a really dumb idea. Like REALLY dumb.

But he was already here and it wasn't like he could call for backup or anything like that.

He probably would do if it weren't for the fact that he had literally no one to call on. Even running into a burning building included, even then he wasn't dumb enough to think that calling the local police force in would accomplish literally anything. If the lines were jammed full they would be blocked.

Heading down toward the records room as planned, he headed down the stairs and found himself in the sub-levels. There were explosions and blaster sounds all around and he really wished he could go back the way he came but... well he came this far. He'd never forgive himself if he didn't at least check and it turned out his mom had been here. That she had been here, maybe trapped under rubble of something, and he'd left her to die.

Following the directions printed on the walls, he headed through the corridors toward the records room. Finding that it was just round a corner, he came up to the corner and immediately spotted a problem.

Namely two people and a turret machine gun.

Yelping in a way he would never admit to, Crix dove back around the corner before they could properly open fire on him. His back, literally, against the wall he struggled to get his heart to stop trying to beat out of his chest. Even with shaking fingers however, he drew his stun baton and a driver.

"H-hey!"
he called out to the two soldiers as he opened the casing of the stun baton with the driver, "I was just here on a field trip! From school! P-please, don't shoot!"

He didn't have to lie too hard to add the note of panic even as he jury-rigged the stun baton. Honestly, he'd messed with it a thousand times before, including the one time he'd been messing with it in shop class and he'd caused the thing to explode, expending all of it's stun charges in one blast by rupturing the power pack and the stun housing in the right/wrong way.

Crix hadn't been awake for the fallout cus it had stunned him six ways to Sunday.

Taking a deep breath, he would step away from the wall and take aim. Stepping out into the main corridor was a bad idea but he played a lot of sports - he was confident in his throwing arm and he was, maybe, confident that he wasn't about to do something stupid. With a grunt he threw the compromised stun baton so it would hit the wall and bounce at an angle toward the turret and the two soldiers. If it worked or not it would draw their eye, enough for him to take a duo of stun shots from a kneeling position, just barely peaking around the corner in case he needed to pull back.


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Lorcan was beginning to regret waking up today and it wasn't even because he was hungover. No, he regretted waking up because shite was going down and he had NOT been prepared for it - if he had been prepared for it, he'd have remembered to take some Gods damned grenades or something. As it was he had his pistol, his rifle and his blades - all well and good against people he could see but snipers?

Not so much.

Chancing a look out through the stairwell, he paused upon catching sight of something he REALLY didn't want to see.

"GUNSHIP!"


They had nothing in their pockets that could unkark the situation when there was a literal gunship turning it's beady little eyes on them. He backed back into the stairwell, a place that currently didn't let the gunship have eyes on them.

"Jedi hurry your arse up or it's getting left behind in the fire!"


Most of the medical team were already dead so it made leaving them there in the firing line MUCH easier for him. Rushing down the stairs, he grabbed the injured medic and valiantly ignored their screams as he ignored the hell out of their pain.

Better to be alive and in pain than dead.

Probably.

But now he had some extra weight and he was running out of options. Charging down the stairwell, he wouldn't stop for explosions so he really wasn't going to stop because the medic was crying at him... such a wuss. If the other doctor and the Jedi were following him? Great. If they weren't?

He'd pour one out for them.

Instead he spoke into his com-link as he arrived on the ground floor.

"Be advised we have an enemy gunship in the air! I repeat, there is an enemy gunship. Doc, Corran, if you're reading this don't try and make a break for it - you'll be gunned down."


Though who was still listening he had no idea. On the ground floor he set the medic down in an office chair and took a second to catch his breath before deciding he knew where he needed to go... nowhere to go but down.

"Heading for the armory."


That was probably a dumb move too but, hey, they were all shite choices right now.


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Minerva said nothing to Nara during the journey once they were through the left door. Of course she only slowed slightly but not so much to make sure the Jedi was still within reach. As the pathway became more treacherous and the muck made it harder to stand Minerva nearly tripped over. At the last second she employed the jetpack and spared herself a rough fall unlike her Jedi counterpart.

These peacekeepers should invest in more personal tech.

Landing in the chamber Minerva crushed the bones beneath her feet. Sparing a glance to the pile and bloodstains on the ground she grimaced. Suddenly an unnatural snarl uttered on the opposite side. Of course it would be a monster. The Mandalorian gripped her rifle, waiting for the challenge.

Subsequently it appeared in the form of two of the most terrifying rancors she had ever seen in her life. Through the T-Visor Minvera’s eyes widened in utter shock. It was far worse than anticipated. Despite the newfound dread gripping her soul Minerva ready herself, in a combat stance.

At Nara’s words the Mandalorian refused to glance at the Jedi Knight and could hear the fear in the voice. Instead Minerva observed the two flesh eating giants. Like the zombies they were operating as a team. We must do the same. She thought, before saying to Nara.

“I’ll provide a diversion. If you see any weak points either strike with your saber or powers.”

As soon as she said Minerva immediately lifted off from the ground via jetpack. She flew toward the towering sentinels as if trying to pass them both. Seconds later Minevra flew to the left side and opened up, firing two short bursts(four rounds each) at the rancors’ heads. She was no fool to believe that it would actually damage them. Rather it was an attempt to earn their full attention and gauge their reaction.

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The padawan walked side by side with his master, a walk with purpose. Not quite jogging, but certainly intent on covering ground while being vigilant. The path curved slightly. They both could feel it...the door behind them was going to close. Master and padawan paused and looked at each other, but they seemed to be in agreement to see this through as they heard the door close behind them around the bend. "Well, that's that. Only one way to go now."

Together, they continued down the path until it led to a large, round room. Isen could smell the decaying flesh before they got there, and despite his best efforts, he had to pause and bend over to prevent himself from hurling. It wasn't the sight or the thought of the dead bodies that got most. It was the smell. He righted himself to stand up and look across the room with piles of bones and flesh, rancid and strewn about entire groups of people had been tossed into a blender.

Isen saw the tarentatek on the other side of the room. He was bent down and feasting on some poor, long dead soul. The young Kiffar suddenly felt ashamed for not having studied more. He felt as if he should know what this creature was through his studies at Jedha, but he never took the study of fauna as seriously as he should. He had no idea what was looking at. The beast snorted twice and his head began to swing as if it was on a swivel. It spotted Isen and Izel and a guttural growl echoed through the chamber. Isen turned his head slowly toward his master and asked, "What is that thing?"

Before Master Thral could answer, the deformed and savage beast would unleash a terrifying roar and charge the Jedi. Isen responded by charging back at the creature, deftly running up a pile of bones and flesh, before leaping and flipping over the horned monster, gracefully circling his lightsabers in wide arcs under him as he did so in case the tarentatek tried to snatch him or claw him out of the air. The grizzled beast did, and one of Isen's blue blades lopped off a hand for the monster's trouble. Isen landed gracefully in a crouched position, facing away from the enemy. He turned back to see the red mass in front of him scream, not in pain, but in anger. The beast turned to face the young Jedi, his massive body panting out of ire. Isen focused his eyes, awaiting the beast's next move. He and his Master would at least have the monster in a favorable position- between them. They had the beast outflanked.


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Izel's anger was at least somewhat checked by Nara's outburst reminding them of the importance of what they were doing. The Vratix could only imagine how she would feel if this was happening to Thyferra. She put a hand on Nara's shoulder and nodded in acknowledgement. "I think we can manage both." She reassured her friend before turning and entering the passageway.

The didn't make it far before the blast door closed behind them, sealing them in. Izel spared a few moments looking back at it, mandibles working as she thought. It was to be expected she supposed, but she still didn't like it. "Be ready," She responded to Isen's comment. "With our luck we probably grabbed the shortest end of the stick..." Unfortunately her joke was much more accurate then she could have predicted. The passage brought them to a foul chamber filled with bones and gore. And something else. A creature Izel recognized immediately, one that made her instinctively freeze up and her blood run cold. A terentatek. Her studies quickly returned to her as the creature prepared to attack. The animals were filled with the dark side and fed on the blood of Force sensitives, so they were well evolved to fight beings like her and Isen. They were powerful, and carried a deadly poison in their tusks and claws, but not terribly intelligent. That was the feature that stuck in her mind.

Unfortunately before she could muster up the wits to speak Isen had already begun to charge at the creature. Izel's heart jumped to her throat. "No wait!" She shouted in warning. Fortunately Isen's training paid off. He managed to outmaneuver the creature while dealing a blow to it. Unfortunately he was now dangerously close to it, and it only seemed to be angrier. In response Izel reached out with the Force, lifting up several of the sharper bone shards amongst the pile and hurling them at specific points on the terentatek's body, specifically it's unarmored joints and eyes. Her attack plan was two-fold. First to try and blind and slow down the beast, and second to draw it's attention back to her through a display of her powers, hopefully taking advantage of it's hunger for Force sensitives.

"Keep your distance Padawan!" She shouted in warning. "It's tusks and claws are poisonous!" The Vratix crouched down slightly as she raised her lightsaber in a defensive stance, ready to jump out of the way on a moment's notice if she succeeded in gaining the beast's attention.

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A stalemate had been well and truly established. The hallway was a deathtrap designed to stall or stop enemy forces, but it wouldn't be nearly as effective without a Sith present. Sirius' little group and the team of @Darmus Onn and @Nykoria Tallis were at an impasse, and the two brave defenders were certainly well skilled in their respective specialties. But there was a detail to the design of Sirius' blockade, in that it wasn't actually a checkpoint. It was closer to a mobile weapons team or a steamroller.

At Sirius' signal the three of them began to walk backward down the hall, the click-clack-clicking of the droideka's legs on the duracrete floor joining the thumping of combat boots. Sirius' saber was before him on guard while the other two readied suppressing fire from behind. The Jedi seemed to have taken enough of the bait that her retreat was delayed. Sirius' comm buzzed in his ear with the updates all of them were getting, grinning to himself as he knew emergency personnel had been spotted and were being gunned down. Excellent.

Next step: Corner the Jedi and the Ranger. Sirius launched the metal orb in his left hand forward down the hall toward the intersection, a thermal detonator set for the standard four-second timer. The Dark Side filled the Sith, intending to stop it in place and counter telekinetic influence against it once the grenade became a visible threat around the hallway corner. The grenade wasn't really meant to kill the Jedi, though if it did he wouldn't complain, so much as to clear the two away from the area so Sirius' weapons team had more time to back off unimpeded. There was little chance the Jedi would stand still long enough for it to hit he suspected, but one could hope.

Speaking of hope, the Ranger was saying something about security forces. Unfortunately for him, the Eclipse knew a few things the Ranger didn't about this little attack. Certainly they were operating on a time limit but it wasn't as short as the Ranger was hoping for. They'd just have to tough it out in the meantime.

CORUSCANT

The sound of footsteps and the droideka's legs didn't elude Nykoria's attention. Nor did the buildup of the Dark Side down the corridor, followed by the clanging of a grenade that hit the duracrete rolled out of the "death hallway". "Kriff!" The Zeltron knew she couldn't move the primed grenade while someone was keeping it pinned. But she could shield herself and her partner from the blast.

Lightsaber extinguished, Nykoria summoned the Force within her, as both her arms made a hurling motion above her head and downwards, towards the grenade. The large slab of duracrete — the one that Kori had intended to use as an impromptu barricade — got torn out of the ceiling and landed on the grenade. She made sure to land and pin it in such a way that the slab would rest itself on the grenade and the floor between it and her own feet. That way, she and Darmus would be protected from the blast, and the slab itself wouldn't be sent towards them by the explosion. And if Sirius wanted to change that, he'd have to defy both gravity and Kori's pressure, and do so very fast.

But assuming he didn't, the shrapnel would have fewer directions to travel freely. One of those directions would be down the "death corridor", akin to a shotgun. Albeit, it would mostly be at the floor level, to hit the feet or ankles of anyone who was still close enough. The Sith might have gained some distance by then, but you never know. Especially since the grenade could be deformed by the pressure of the duracrete slab. That is, assuming it would even go off after that. Either way, the impromptu shield had to hold against the blast. And after that, I'll blast someone's face with it.

Alas, the Zeltron could be wrong on that. In the spur of the moment, she didn't see what grenade that was. There would be no shrapnel; the retreating Sith would be perfectly safe outside the blast radius. Kori, on the other hand, only had a thick slab of duracrete pressed against the grenade, to hopefully shield her from the worst effects of it.

Added the last paragraph to account for Kori's mistake.
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Well well, wasn't his new friend quite the judgemental one? It wasn't something that really surprised him, most sith lacked humillity, but still, if he didn't have such an interesting virus on his hand, Jerex wouldn't even care to keep the conversation going, but for now, he would have to be polite "Well, the name and the mask are nothing but a memento at this point, I just do my own thing nowadays" The old legionnaire shrugged as a smile formed behind his mask, Jerex truly didn't know what happened to the group, did they all die? It wasn't his problem, the moment their leader had to be rescued proved to him that they weren't going far, Jerex preferred working mostly alone anyways.

Jerex' usual happy and relaxed demeanor was immediately dropped the moment Flood said all of his work could be undone, they couldn't afford to let this biological marvel go to waste! "I see, let's not waste more time than needed then, I am right behind you" the legionnaire said in an entirely different tone, even letting yet another verbal jab aimed at him be left unpunished, there were important matters to attend to and there was no way Jerex was letting this virus die, he still have so much to see, so much to study! So, he followed Flood closely, wondering about how could Flood leave his masterpiece so undefended he needed to quickly return to his base, maybe he shouldn't have left in the first place.
 
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