Open A Vacation to Die For

[Orn]

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The beach resorts of Ralltir, a popular destination for university kids and rich party animals across the Free Worlds, and with wild party's came ship loads of spice and narcotics that pumped through resort town to resort town, and with it scores of spiced up young woman, which were ripe for trafficking. Orn, had taken some time to get acquainted with the local criminals and syndicates running spice in a few of the towns for the past few months, and was pretty close to getting in good with the gangs, which would give him all the access he needed to bust these gangsters from the inside--he just had one more job to prove his worth, if only things were ever that simple.

The club music blasted across the outdoor pool section of The Oceanic Luxury, a seaside hotel which was in full swing with spring break. Hundreds of people danced along the sides of the pool as countless others drank and relaxed within the waters. Special Agent Orn chilled under a small poolside bar, at a table surrounded by mostly criminals and a few women, stacks of spice lined the table. They were here to make a deal with another gang that ran on the south side of the sea port city, but it seemed all they were doing was partying, which frustrated the agent.

That wasn't to say that he didn't mind the company, he was kicked back with his white pants and yellow floral pattern button down--with a few too many buttons unbuttoned, which revealed the tattoos that he had adorned to help his identity throughout the years. "Where the hell is this tark?" Orn would peer towards the Pantoran criminal that sat beside him, "He wants to make a deal with us...and then he shows up late?"

"Calm yourself Quar, he's probably distracted by Corellia University's finest," he'd grin as he wrapped his hand around a green skinned twi'lek.

Orn would scoff as he pulled himself up from his seat, "Well, I need a drink.." The Detective would pull himself up from his seat and make his way through a crowd of people. Though something caught his eyes as he peered towards one of the bathrooms. He could see a group of college kids trying to hold their friend who seemed to be shaking. Overdose.. He'd watch for a second, before seeing the kid's eyes shift before their face became overly agressive and lunged into the Rodian that was trying to hold them down--their teeth sinking into his neck. He could hear a few screams and noticed a few others began to get lunged on, "What the kriff..kind of party is this." He'd reach for his blaster pistol in his jacket. Is this some sort of Holomovie...

 

[Dr Ilana Morata]

After all the kark she had been going through in the last few months, the good mob Doc thought she earned the smallest right to relax even ever so slightly. It didn't hurt one of her former bosses was working here, and requested she keep an eye on one of his underlings for any side deals. She sat there, sipping some kind of fruity drink, long white hair pulled back over her shoulders and eyes shaded by a standard pair of sunglasses. Her outfit was nothing too special either; her lanky frame decorated with a blue printed tropical shirt, bare midriff exposed with a black tube top and frayed synthweave blue shorts.

To be put simply... she didn't look any different than the other slippery gangster types that roamed around here. One commotion made her slowly slide amber eyes in their direction, and take a long, slow, last sip of her drink before slowly rising. More screams filtered through the air... and she reached for the stun blaster holstered at the small of her back, seeing a couple other drunk gangsters do the same.

Shame. She was looking forward to a relaxing weekend too.

What was once a playful atmosphere seemed to turn very quickly... and those that were bitten seemed to go under the same convulsion method. Amber eyes tracked until she saw another guy that seemed just as on edge as she was... perhaps it was time to leave.

But this case was so interesting.

"Hey you," she rasped out, her low voice hard. "Wanna tell me what the kriff is going on here?" Despite her words, she seemed icy calm, almost nonchalant. Almost like this was a regular day. And if she wasn't the only one weirded out by all these kids turning to bite each other... perhaps talking to a witness would help her start making deductions.

Couldn't hurt anyhow.

@TWD26

 

[Orenth]

The sound of cheap plastic hangers sliding along a clothes rack followed one after another. Byron was still wearing his only change of clothes. But that was why he was here now. The clothing options in front of him were clearly marketed towards tourists. A pair of girls dressed in swimsuits passed him to head to the check out, giggling at something. It was enough to make him consider buying a swimsuit.

Ralltiir was one of the planets he had considered traveling to before he had joined the Order. It seemed like a good place to relax and enjoy himself though Byron had imagined going with friends or maybe some hypothetical girlfriend. Now that he was here part of it just seemed sketchy. Pushing what was probably just his own insecurity and paranoia aside Byron decided on a fairly plain orange shirt and a set of sunglasses.

~some time later~
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Lights played across his face and the darkened interior of the establishment was selectively lit by various performance and mood lighting. The music was powerful enough for him to feel it in his sinuses if he stayed isnide. It was still bright out but that did not stop the DJ from playing with laser lights. Jedi don't have a vow of chastity right? He wondered as he looked over some of the most beautiful people he had ever laid eyes on.

Byron started with a drink first and foremost. "Uh...beer." The bartender looked at him expecting him to be a little more specific. The man just shrugged to answer the implied question and the bartender gave him a plastic cup with probably the second to cheapest beer available. Taking a sip Byron could tell the drink was cheap but the cost was still more than a decent beer back home.

Spice and criminals along with scantly clad women moved around the poolside bar. He had never seen people openly share drugs and act so care free when there was clearly illegal activity going on. But that soon ended when a series of screams reached him. Wiping his head around, the man laid eyes on some of the commotion. A fight of some kind broke out, possibly drug induced and then another.

At first Byron thought the screams had been part of the song or yells from the hyped crowd. But they were not screams of joy or from any speakers. The man became very aware that he was alone in a unexpectedly dangerous place. People were already leaving the hotel bar.

"uuuuuuuhhhhh" The man set the beer down and walked towards the fight a few steps. Some patrons had their curiosity get the better of them and looked to see the main cause of the commotion. There weren't any local law enforcement in sight and the bouncers were not going to be enough to quell the sudden uproar. Turning his head he saw someone running. Flat out running in a sprint with someone chasing them. But the person doing the chasing was a twi'lek female. They had an arm that ended at the elbow, dribbling blood on the sandy beach. "HELP!" The college kid screamed. Nobody was taking the initiative and judging by the crowd he had seen there wasn't going to be anybody assisting anytime soon.

"Hey! Leave him alone." Byron ran, trying to meet the chased college kid halfway. His arms waving over his head to let them know he was not trying to chase them down but there to help. But the singularly armed twi'lek did not even look his way. It was solely focused on the screaming student who ran past Byron as he slowed. A hand raised, trying to disuade the twi'lek from getting closer but they did not hesitate. "HeyheyHEYHEY!" Even the stumpy and bleeding arm raised as if its non existent hand was trying to grab him. Now it seemed to have his attention. Byron was not sure how to keep a wild eyed person at bay so he did the only thing that came to mind and kicked him in the chest to send the twi'lek into the sand.

@Killa Ree @TWD26

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

It had been especially eventful recently, and Hannibal had decided to go on something of a vacation. While some of his fellow Jedi had gone into seclusion or some other monk-like adventure, the young Knight himself had decided on something more his speed.

Rocking simple black cargo swim shorts, a violently pink tropical short sleeve button-up with the front open, a pair of ear studs shaped like meowing golden cats, and classic flip-flop sandals, he'd made his way through the party culture on Ralltir with the same level of enthusiasm as many of the surrounding college kids. No one really knew his face out here, but his abundance of both scars and colorful tattoos seemed to give him the impression of some kind of high profile Nar Shaddaa sub-boss or hitman all the same, drawing him seamlessly into the crowds to his abundant amusement.

He had his primary lightsaber on him of course, though it was stuffed into one of the side pockets of his shorts. Perched atop his head was a neon blue set of wireless headphones topped with animatronic cat ears with reactive lighting, synced to the local music, ears wiggling to and fro and flashing lights in different colors in time with the beat. With a grin as bright as the sun overhead and and a mischievous gleam in his brilliantly green eyes he swaggered and strutted through the the groups, burning cigarra in one hand and a bright green drink shining with stars of gold in his other.

Now this was his kind of place! He'd spent far too long amongst the dour Jedi and fighting for his life recently, and his form of meditation worked best soaked in the chaos of life. The Living Force ran through him like a rushing river, bringing with it an echo of the atmosphere surrounding him and a sense of peace. While he avoided the spice quite smoothly, he engaged in the drinking, dancing, and flirting common in such a place with a casual and energetic air. He was tall, pretty, and outgoing. How could this possibly not work out in his favor?

With a fancy spin in time to the music he danced around a half-drunk group of students, heading towards the beach proper and the accompanying bar. It felt like the place to be, and Hannibal had rarely ignored his sharp sense of intuition in the past. Besides, his drink was almost gone, and that was sad.

As he approached he felt a bolt of lightning go down his spine mid-drink, his head turning automatically toward a space somewhere between a pale-haired young lady(@Killa Ree), some older guy(@TWD26), and who he was pretty sure was Byron(@Darasuum). Byron seemed to be kicking an an armless and bleeding twi'lek into the sand. Now that wasn't something he'd expected to see. He sensed something off about it and looked around, noticing other odd things.

People were convulsing and appeared to go mad, attacking others and sending the gathered crowds into a frenzy. People missing limbs and chunks of flesh charged at screaming people, some being shot down by the resident gangsters while other people were struggling for their lives.

"What a shit resort." he thought, putting out his cigarra in plastic drink cup and tossing it into a nearby bin. Time to get to work.

He noticed Byron's new twi'lek friend starting to get up around the same time a bloody faced human kid was making its way rapidly towards the long haired human and the man over by the chairs. Hannibal smoothly stepped out of his flip-flops and drew them into his hands, drawing them back.

Sandals akimbo and bright grin blazing he focused the Force and, arcing his left and right arms in turn, sent each bit of footwear rocketing through the air with a bit of a telekinetic boost. Each sandal struck the face of a zombie like the Wrath of God, the resounding slap that resulted bringing back the memories of some back to their childhoods. The twi'lek in the midst of getting up returned to the sand and rolled around disoriented, flailing in protest, while the one running towards the pair by the chairs careened off and crashed through a cheap wicker chair mid-snarl.

Hannibal strode up to the pair with all the confidence and normalcy of a man who hadn't just yote a madman with a flip-flop and winked at the young lady, hands on hips and mechanical cat-ears aquiver.

"Hey there! Come here often?"

 

[Orn]

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"Hey you," the crabby ranger would shoot back towards the woman, "You think I know what the kriff is going on here...go back to drinkin' that girly zeltron drink," he'd huff as he raised his blaster, aiming it towards a sprinting Pantoran who was aiming directly for the woman. A blue streak would shoot out, hitting the bloodied freak in the chest, but it did little to drop her.

"Hey uh..get the kriff out of the way," he'd begin to fire several shots towards the zombie, striking it a few times in the chest with a grazing shot that struck it in the head, dropping it instantly. Today was going splendid, the college chicks were all over him, but not in ways he would have cared for.

And to make it worse he saw whatever the hell was on Han's head, "What the..." the undercover ranger would shake his head, as he peered over to see a zombie flailing on the ground around a man that was trying to help them. "Kid get the kriff away from those spice heads..." It seemed the poolside area had emptied out, and most people were far gone by now or were dead--though Orn suspected that it was mostly the latter.

He could see more of the freaks coming their way, and they wouldn't be safe standing out here. "Alright, well..I'm leaving, anyone else care to join..can," he'd peer towards the resort, seeing more and more chaos breaking out. "Preferably away from everyone else..any ideas?" His eyes would shoot to cat ears, "And we're not going with yours.."

tag: @Killa Ree @Mr. Teatime @Darasuum

 

[Dr Ilana Morata]

-Theme-​

When the human kid was knocked by the flipflops(@Mr. Teatime ), she flipped her blaster from stun and shot him twice in the head, scowling. She was barely able to rasp out anything when the ignoramus gangster type barked out at her. "Would," she fired back, ducking out of the way, "but it was shite anyways. And you're a terrible shot. Unlike wonder boy..." she twisted, shooting down another one that roared at the ranger's back, "Who was gracious enough to help than click his teeth together." She got back up, glaring frostily at the guy (@TWD26 ) before waving over the guy that seemed to try to help the bleeding twi'lek(@Darasuum ).

"Kid. Over here."

She glanced between the salty guy waving his blaster around, and the guy that was wearing... cat ears, seriously? She sighed, suppressing the urge to rub away the pain brewing in her skull.

Ten minutes, and I'm already surrounded by idiots... at least they have a decent sense of survival.

"To the docks for the ships," she rasped, gripping her blaster in a professional one-hand grip, amber eyes icy cold. "Take an off-route; employee, I think. You coming or not?" she snapped, and would wait only a short while for a rebuttal or a response. If they would go down the main causeways, they would come against far more biters, and more like as not cars in the way if the damage spread this quickly. And if any of the employees would be affected, it would be easier to bypass or pick them off.

Thank goodness she never came unprepared. Now she only hoped the others could keep up. Besides, her drink was ruined. Thank goodness it was virgin, or she really would have been upset.

@Darasuum @Mr. Teatime @TWD26

 

[Orenth]

The overt and cool headed appearance of Hannibal gave Byron pause. The jedi hopeful had both his hands raised to defend himself but did not end up swinging at the rabid attacker. Echos of blaster shots reached him. People are shooting now? Kark this is getting worse by the second. He took a step back in the sand as the bloodied twi'lek woman started to gather herself lazily. Byron was beginning to understand why people had started firing their blasters. Nothing else was going to stop these things short of a grav-ball team.

Multiple people called out to him which made him turn to see some of them waving at him. The man Byron had saved seemed to be out of harms way. As he looked around the college kid had actually disappeared into the crowd somewhere or run off to a different location. The twi'lek lagged behind but still was trying to chase him. Her, or rather it, was not as fast in its pursuit this time thankfully but still following. "Hannibal!" He yelled and waved for the Jedi Knight to make sure he knew the option Byron was taking. There was safety in numbers and also hopefully a chance for an explanation.

"The docks sound like a good idea. I think I've had enough of a vacation." His ship, The Scarab was parked in one of the closer spots. Byron had not thought about it when he had landed but now he was glad that spot had been the only one available, even if it had meant costing a bit extra.

As the white skinned woman took the lead he would stick close. She looked like she knew what she was doing and Byron wanted to make sure he was nearby to direct them towards which hangar. He wasn't used to having a blaster still but now he was beginning to think he should have brought his. As they ran he stepped to the side and grabbed a piece of pipping before catching back up to where he had been alongside the Arkanian. "We're heading to the spaceship docks right? Not the.....sailing... kind...?""

@Killa Ree @TWD26

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal turned to the older vaguely gangster-looking guy(@TWD26) , lowering his sunglasses slightly down his nose and giving him a good look-see. He flashed a grin and held his right hand up to one of the cat-ears on his headset. "I'm sorry, what? Was that an irrelevant opinion?" he said cheerily by way of response, mechanical cat ears continuing to wave to and fro.

Meanwhile the white-haired lady seemed to have something of a plan of her own, professional and proper. No fun at all, but it is what it is. Hannibal's hand slipped into the pocket of his shirt and double-clicked his commlink, a signal to Ego and Lee to get the Catspaw ready to leave. He turned to look at Byron and waved him over. "To the docks it is! I'll take the front if you don't mind." he agreed with the woman, reaching down to retrieve a rattan chair legs from the shattered mess on the ground, hefting it to test the weight.

"Have no fear, new friends! I am a trained professional." he laughed in a most unprofessional manner, moving to the front of the group with his improvised weapon slung over his left shoulder. He began moving in the direction of the docks, striding toward an off-route that was less commonly taken that would eventually lead them to an employee-only entrance.

Hannibal looked over his shoulder at Byron when he asked his question and grinned again, "No boats this time! Maybe on the next vacation."

@TWD26 @Killa Ree @Darasuum

 

[Dr Ilana Morata]

Yup. They were all gonna die.

"By all means, do," she waved to the oddly, brightly-dressed cat-eared man(seriously, did they have to move too?), and simply held up her blaster. It was clear she intended to use it. When most people would have been hysterical, she was simply calm. She jogged lightly after him, not even glancing at the other gangster (@TWD26 ), and giving a side-eyed stare to the other kid with them. At least these two seemed to know each other... perhaps if they survived this encounter they could share fruity cocktails and gossip over their vacation threads.

"Once this is over, I'm demanding a refund," she sighed, already looking slightly pained.

The off-path seemed relatively quiet; the deeper they would go, the less the panicked screams, cries, and scents of smoke would reach their senses... but the silence left her teeth on edge.

Somehow, it only felt like a matter of time before it would all go to hell.

@Darasuum @Mr. Teatime @TWD26

 

[Orenth]

While the proximity of danger seemed to increase to a further range it still made Byron feel stressed just from hearing the distant sounds of conflict. Sirens, accidents and general chaos mixed with the contrasting sound of tropical living. Shops played upbeat music still, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. It all felt jarringly twisted and caused the Jedi to feel far from comfortable.

"I think my ship's just at the end of the next block." He said and moved up beside the Doctor. They had taken a slightly different route than the one Byron had come. At least he felt like they had. Technically he had only gone the one way to the club and had yet to go back to his ship at all so they could be still going the same way for all he knew.

Poking his head around the corner he thought the way was clear for a moment and was about to turn back but caught movement. It was followed by a grunting noise and then his eyes focused on the view. Hunched over and low to the ground were two people in the middle of the street. Between them was a mostly eviscerated being that was no smeared onto the pavement. Beyond the sick beings was the hangar. There might still be more inside or even other issues knowing Byron's luck. But right now the first and foremost problem was getting to the hangar without being seen. Further down the street in any direction he could see the outlines of other figures, occasionally a swift running blur in the far distance was a person probably running for their lives. But there was no way to get to them or signal them before they went out of sight again. "Aside from running and gunning I can't see any other options." His face turned to look back at Ilana to see if she had a suggestion.

@Killa Ree