Event Escape From Mataou - Dead Money

[The Gatekeeper]

Davik had enough time to rush back into his ship and fire up the still-warm engines before the tide of the relentless Infected managed to grab hold of him. Some of the Infected sought to grab onto his ship and a few were dragged up into the skies with the momentum of the leaving ship. Of those few, none managed to linger for more than a few moments before the speed was too much for them to maintain a grip and they tumbled to the ground, smashing their bodies against the unforgiving surface of the urban planet.

The horde did not miss a step.

Drow would be able to get to his Y-Wing without issue, the astromech attached to the ship helping him to take off quickly enough to avoid being swarmed by the Infected. Lasers firing would attract more attention from the horde of the afflicted but it wasn’t enough to distract them from the lure of the un-infected flesh ahead of them. The lasers would hammer down into the horde, blasting several Infected apart.

The horde did not miss a step, even as dozens were blasted apart.

Laeonas’ warning was enough for the ship to begin to take off but it was not enough to have his hired ride escape without incident. As the ship was beginning to take off, the horde arrived, swarming onto and atop of the freighter with a cacophony of hungry moans. Firing it’s engines, the ship lurched into the air but the pilot, panicking and unable to see clearly with dozens of bodies scratching and clinging to the viewport alone, wasn’t functioning at the best of his abilities. The ship scraped it’s underbelly, hard, against the edge of the perimeter wall, the duracrete and steel tearing a strip into the bottom of the ship. Wobbling in the sky, the ship would begin to lose altitude before disappearing from sight further into the city.

The horde did not miss a step, even as a couple were gunned down as they charged.

Poffo booked it like a man possessed upon seeing the tidal wave of the Infected, making it inside the bunker as both Zathria and Kamelle made ready to shut the doors on the Infected as they approached. Already the hunters within the bunker’s entrance would find themselves shielded from the vibration of thunderous feet pounding mid-charge, the walls thick enough that even the sheer number of Infected would be no issue to repel.

The horde did not miss a step, even as their prey stepped further away from them, making their hunt that much longer.

Aska’s shot flew true however, shattering masonry and causing it to tumble down from on high, down onto the horde, yes, but down in a very advantageous position too. Despite the crashing stone, dozens of the fastest Infected managed to rush ahead of the collapsing pillar, even as it slammed in front of the majority of the horde.

The horde missed a step, faltering in its relentless advance as they had to pile on top of each other to surge over the downed pillar, something that was not easily done. With some quick, panicked, shots Aska had delayed the majority of the Infected, leaving only two dozen surging the last distance to the vault entrance. Her efforts to waylay the incoming horde were supported by the efforts of the Jedi Sevrin, many more of the Infected staggering, unable to continue their mad charge toward their prey as they so desperately wished.

It was with a supreme effort, against years of neglect and a lack of proper maintenance, that Zathria managed to start moving her door with the wheel. Once in motion, it began to move faster due to the weight of the door already being in motion assisting the effort of closing the door. However, the wheel appeared to be initially too tough, rusted as it was, for Kamelle to manage the same on her own. With the additional effort of Kliedden, however, the door started to rumble to a close as the Infected grew closer and closer.

A single Infected, formerly a Wookiee, managed to get itself caught between the doors with it’s arms bulging as it tried to keep the doors from slamming shut. Enhanced and tireless though it was, the Wookiee was peppered with shots from Leaonas and the weight of the two doors finally defeated it. The assembled hunters were treated to the sight of the Infected Wookie being compressed between the two doors, viscera and gore exploding out to shower them in it’s fluids as it was crushed to a final, chilling, death between the doors.

Left alone in the atrium of the bunker, the assembled hunters would be able to hear the distant sound of the Infected, now separated by thick blast doors. The emergency lighting was enough for them to see but with the doors now closed, the shadows stretched even more as the lightning provided scant, red, light. Enough to see by but not in any great level of detail.

Cutting through the darkness and the muffled moans of the Infected, the PA system whispered into life. It was clear that the PA system was under-powered, not operating as it should do though it wasn’t immediately clear as to why. Still, the Voice spoke.

“Thank you – I don’t know why each of you came but still, thank you. I was trapped in here when my employer, the Hutt currently preparing to bombard the planet, fled his own stupidity. The Infected on this planet were mostly contained but he engineered a ‘controlled’ release in an effort to use them against a local rival and he now seeks to glass the planet to remove all evidence that he did so.”

A long sigh over the PA system.

“I’m in a control room at the heart of the bunker but the main power is out – all I have is emergency power and systems, enough to use an alarm system and PA but not much else. We need to get the power back on but, to do so, you’re going to need to split up. The power can be reactivated but it requires two separate systems to be activated within seconds of each other; one is the primary generator down in the generator room but the other is in a secondary security office. There was one nearby the generator room but the hallway has collapsed. Please, I know this is terrifying but I need you to do this; without power, I can’t open the hanger and we can’t escape before the bombardment.”

As seen before, there were two tunnels leading off from the atrium they found themselves in and even in the dim red light of the emergency lighting it was possible to tell that one had clear markings labeling it as heading toward generator and the other to Secondary Security… if any of the assembled could read Huttese of course.

And then it would be a simple matter of splitting up and moving deeper into the ancient treasure vault.

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[Sevrin Valtiere]

Sevrin couldn’t have predicted the abrupt explosion from the wookiee. He grimaced as his robes, hair and skin were all drenched in viscera and blood. He immediately squeezed his eyes and mouth shut, silently wondering if he were suddenly infected. He wiped the guts off, but there was little he could do about the hot blood that stained his person. Sevrin glanced around and could tell that no one else fared much better, though he was front and center for the hit.

The haunting thudding and pounding of the infected on the other side of the doors resounded loudly. The Sephi looked back behind him, pausing when the intercom sprang to life again. Despite the state of panic, the voice on it sounded oddly controlled. He heard everything out before he took a few steps forth to inspect the ground.

Sevrin spotted a keycard on the ground and picked it up. It was completely covered in blood and he wiped the surface of it to reveal the picture of a Gran. Unfortunately the words were written entirely in Huttese.

He closed his eyes to inhale and then slowly exhale, mentally calming himself for the situation at hand. Sevrin looked around the walls to spot various common signs in Huttese. While he could vaguely understand it spoken, he couldn’t read it.

The Sephi looked at the odd crew of people gathered there. There were mercenaries, criminals and a young man that had been shooting up the horde. Sevrin glanced down at the key card and then back up at the group, “I will track down the primary generator,” He explained, “But..” He looked across at the rough looking mercs, “I will need someone that can read Huttese,” These were people he never imagined himself ever working with, “We will also need to be able to comm the other group to time things.”

If any of the mercs agreed, he’d take whoever else decided to come along down the path towards the generator. If someone that could read Huttese volunteered, he'd hand over the keycard to translate.

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[Zathria]

Zathria strained against the bunker's controls and they fought back hard. She was suddenly having the nagging fear that the door wouldn't close and they'd all be devoured by the horde.

But then it gave way and the movement became easier and easier. She could hear the horde growing closer over the sound of the returned blaster fire and the grinding of the closing doors. On the other side it seemed to be even more stuck, and the grim realization that even if she got her door closed and the other stayed open, they still all died.

There was a wave of relief as the door closed only to be sprayed by the blood of the dying Wookiee. She closed her eyes and mouth tightly to minimize risk of infection, wiping the blood free from her face.

Immediately, she began to dig around in the medical pack she had brought. Disinfectant wipes were standard fair for sterilizing injections sites and the like. As the voice spoke, she ignited her saber to provide herself with glowing purple light and dug through the bag.

Two routes? Yes, because splitting up was always a good idea. But it wasn't really an idea, it was mandatory. They had no other choice.

I'll go to the security office, she said after Sevrin spoke.

But before everyone goes, take these, she said, handing out small alcohol wipes to each person there and using one for herself.

Disinfect as much of your face as you can, particularly around the mouth, nose, and eyes. Avoid getting any infected blood inside you if you can, she said. The last thing any of them needed was to have more people inside the facility turning.

She wiped down her face and reslung the pack, holding up her saber to cast additional light in the now relatively dark room as she prepared to head on to the security office with anyone that would choose to join her. Of course, she didn't read Huttese either. Hopefully someone did. @Sreeya @Die Shize @Isen @Tulos @Reyn @Tom @Nefieslab @MatureContentWarningx

 

[Aska Ryun]

As the door finally began to slide shut to separate the group from the advancing horde, Aska thought she could breathe a sigh of relief. She was wrong, however, as the infected Wookie began to hold the door open and letting off a pained and deformed cry of anger. As it struggled to maintain it’s position, however, it became clear to the woman what was about to occur and she knew damn well she didn’t want to see it. Turning to face away from the blast doors, she brought her hands up over her head just in time for the infected Wookie to blow apart into a mess of blood and guts. Her back and hands coated in the slime, she thought she was going to puke.

”Why?! I just got all the zombie guts out of this suit, for crying out loud!” she complained, struggling to keep the fear from her voice. Once again, it seemed, she had bit off more than she could chew…

Standing as the voice came over the intercom once again, she listened intently but once more they were left with little to no answers. All she knew was there was no going back the way they came. Going further into the bunker, playing this sleemo’s game… It was their only option.

”Thanks,” Aska muttered as Zathria handed her the disinfectant wipe, rubbing it against her face then gloves aggressively to remove the blood and bile from them when Sevrin’s request came forth. Cautiously looking out over the group, she slowly raised her hand.

”I can… I mean, I’m a bit rusty but I can read it,” Walking over to the Jedi, she held out her hand for the card and gave it a once over once she had received it. The image of a Gran was under the dust and grime but she could make it out. ”It’s an ID card… His name was… Zethu Bolo. Maintenance worker, I suppose,” The name didn’t matter. What did matter was that it would likely give them access once they started on their way. Looking around the dimly lit room to the two doors on opposite walls, Aska made her way towards the one that was right of the blast doors and read the sign above.

”This sign says it leads to the secondary security office,” Turning to the other and advancing, she saw another sign above. ”And this one… The power generator,” Now facing the group, Aska waited for their next move but looked directly towards both Poffo and Klied. It seemed she would be heading off with the Elf. Would her partners be coming with? Or would it be better for them to go with the other Jedi?

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[Poffo Sauvage]

Big, thick fingers had already slid through the spiked brass knuckles and were at the already. Poffo's previous experiences with the AMS zombies had come with great success so far, and the brass knuckles had allowed him to cheat almost certain death against them. He left the blasters on his hip and was ready to throw hands with these brain-dead undead.

He was getting pumped, bouncing on his toes and his massive fists raise to fight as the infected were charging the door. Fortunately, the door closed all of them off save a former infected wookie who got caught in the door. When it became evident that the "Zomkie" wouldn't get past the teeth of the door, Poffo relaxed. He exhaled and let his guard down just as the body exploded from the pressure, sending guts and blood and goo all over Poffo. He had turned and ducked, but the splatter all but painted the back of his new jacket.

"WHAT!" Poffo yelled and pointed at the puddle of goo that was once a Wookie. "What's the big idea, huh? Are you trying to make me look ridiculous, because a man in my position can't afford to be made to look ridiculous!" He walked over to where the remains of that lost soul were and started stomping on ripped and torn pieces of flesh, the last bit of blood and guts splurting out like someone was stomping on ketchup packets. "Brand new kriffing jacket!"

Zathria gave him a wipe and instructed him to try to disinfect the most common entry points on the face for the virus, but Poffo instead ripped off his jacket and started vigorously scrubbing it with the wipe. Ah, but to no avail. Too many guts. Too little wipes. Poffo snorted and started pacing back and forth after he put his jacket back on, spitting from time to time on the puddle-o-Wookie that was splattered at the door.

After a sulking and angry tirade, Poffo finally looked up to see where Klied and Aska where. It appeared that Aska was heading off with the Jedi...snooty fella he appeared to Poffo. Whatever. Poffo assumed that he and Klied would want to keep the trio together, so he instinctively made his way to that group, mumbling under his breath and about "kriffing ruined jackets" and stuff like that.

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[Kamelle Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

It was numerically fortunate that the Sephi had attracted most members given that Kamelle did not want to be near the hulking Human who had donned the sunglasses. Apparently his idea of keeping himself free from infection was to dance upon an infected corpse and leave his face dripping with its blood. He therefore appeared to be an idiot and this was one woman who would not be killed on account of a fool.

She, instead, elected to put those wipes to use and cleaned her face up as best she could, scowling at the gore. The Echani was conversely intelligent enough to bring such cleaning agents along and to help prevent infection by offering them to others. Kamelle would have done the same; best to minimize your enemies in a situation like this by not creating them. So her mind had been made up an instant later.

“Security office,” she said simply. Having along a keycard and a Huttese translator seemed logical but the group needed to even itself out. Just as much, somebody needed to check this other Force-user and that somebody had to be another Force-user. The Sephi had shown his Force, the Echani her lightsaber, though Kamelle had yet to show either of them either of her own. She would keep things that way for now.

“We’ll probably find some useful items in that security office while we're at it.” Her eyes roamed the red light that barely bathed the souls doomed to the dark. It was oddly fitting. “Weapons, reports, schematics and such.” And flashlights, just in case the other team dies before we can get the power back on.



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[Drow Venn]

If Drow were to be told after the fact that the group had just been showered in Wookiee guts, he surely would have been grateful that he was nice and clean sitting in his Y-Wing. But at the moment, he wasn't feeling very fortunate at all. He was blasting apart Infected left and right, feeling twinges of sadness every time he pulled the trigger at people who had once been. But nothing seemed to thin this horde out and, to make matters worse, Sparky was beeping aggressively, demanding that Drow let him out to fight the hordes himself.

"I don't have the credits for a new droid, so stow it!" Drow barked at Sparky, looking around to see how he could best be helpful. The Y-Wing, despite its considerable age, was still a capable bomber and sealing up any potential breaches with explosions was something Drow was well-suited for. He flew low and around the fortress, trying his best to spot any potential entry/exit points for his team to use...or ones that would be vulnerable to a rush of Infected.

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OOC: Dice: 10/20 (Moderate Success: Because he's staying near and low to the fortress, the Hutts aren't able to detect him)

 

[Kliedden Raxx]

When the decaying wookiee made it to the door Klied was afraid he might hold it long enough for the horde to catch up. Fortunately the combined strength of the four folks pushing against the doors managed to overpower him. Unfortunately this resulted in a very unwanted shower of gore and infected blood. Seeing as much coming after his experience on Coruscant Klied turned his head away just in time, closing his eyes and shutting his mouth tight. As the mess of former carpet-man showered him he slowly stepped away from the doors, groaning in disgust as he shook some of the gore from his arms and wiped the muck off the side of his face. Well he was never wearing this coat again.

That's when the man on the intercom cut in again, and they got a little more of the story behind this fiasco. A Hutt unwittingly shooting himself in his slimy tail in an attempt to off a rival? With no consideration whatsoever for collateral damage? That sounded about right. He was more curious to know what exactly the man on the com had been doing for his 'employer' before all this, but those questions could wait for when they met face to face. There were other more immediate problems. It seemed that at least two of the strangers they were stuck in here with were Jedi, the Echani and the Sephi. As for the loud kid with the blaster and the other woman he had yet to see any evidence of Force sensitivity or a laser sword. Of course that didn't mean they weren't potentially dangerous too. But at least the Echani woman seemed polite. Klied smirked with a hint of amusement as she handed each of them the alcohol wipes.

"Appreciate it." the hunter thanked her with a nod and did his best to try and wipe off some of the mess. Naturally as the group split up he desired to stick with his partners. He trusted Poffo and Aska with his life, these other folks he wasn't sure of yet. But the other group would need a translator as well, and while he wasn't exactly fluent, he had picked up enough Huttese to get by in his travels. "Guess I'm going with you." He piped up as he made his way over to stand with the Echani and human woman. "I've... dabbled with Huttese." He added a bit uncertainly. He definitely wasn't fond of this situation, but he had to think of what was necessary for survival. They didn't have the time to have one group blundering about not knowing where they were going with a Hutt fleet hovering over their heads. That left only the kid to pick a group to side with.

Looking towards his partners he nodded to them reassuringly. "Don't go falling apart without me now." He jokingly said to his friends before looking to the others. As he unslung his cycler rifle and took a moment to check his ammunition he prepared to lead the way.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

The boy almost felt as if he was out of his body as he fired into the horde. Time was gone, he was gone. He didn't even register that his ship had gone down. There was only what was in front of him, only the gun in his hands. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire.

When the door began to close, he continued. He even leaned down so he could fire beneath.

Laeonas might have even started calming down if, right as the door began to close, a wookie hadn't made it's way in. Barely caught beneath the door, Leaonas threw himself backwards, crawling back as he felt far, far to close for comfort.

When he was, he pulled his blaster back into position and started firing again. The A280 was a semi-automatic weapon, but nobody would know that from how quickly bolts escaped the chamber. Shots bore carbon holes in the wookie's flesh, burning away fur, skin, and putrid, infected skin as well.

Laeonas might have started to calm down than if, as the doors finally closed, the wookie's corpse didn't explode. As guts and blood flew out, he finally snapped.

"aaa, ahhh ,AAAAHHH, AAAAAAAHHH," the boy began, hyperventillated breathing growing into barely subdued cries of fear.

Scrambling to his feet, Laeo practically tore off the now soaked coat. "KRIFFIN'ELL KRIFFIN'ELL KRIFFIN'ELL KRIFFIN'ELL," He swore, hands trembling as he reached for a canteen that was strapped to his pants. When the voice came back over the intercomm, Laeonas only registered a few words.

The bottle shook in his grip, trembling to open it, but eventually the cap popped off and the boy emptied it's contents over himself. He was soaked in water, but it helped to rinse his face, hair, and hands of the gore. When it emptied, the boy pulled off his shirt, leaving only the cloth undermesh he wore beneath. Wiping himself down, he looked... relatively clean.

Laeonas, free of immediate danger, or the risk of infection-- at least, he hoped-- finally started to calm down. His breathing evened out, and his hands stopped trembling so violently, though he was presently still very, very concerned. Composed enough to actually address people, he'd take the wipes as offered, further cleaning himself off.

"Holy shite, holy shite... nobody kriffin' told me there'd be a'orde of corpses tryna kill us! Ai expected autoturrets, or mercs, or... ANYTHIN' else!" the boy shouted, following a multitude of expletives that were barely comprehensible due to his accent.

"...And... and now this guy is tellin' us tha only way ta get out is in some hangar? He better'ave enough credits on whatever ship e's got ta buy a kriffin planet, or Ai say we leave 'im!" He suddenly asserted, eyes darting around the room-- but, finding no immediate replies, he simply grumbled and started cursing again.

As the others began deciding on which room to head off to, the boy looked down at himself, trembling only slightly. Glancing around, he noticed that one of the Jedi had pulled out their lightsabers--in fact, it appeared that the Jedi had actually chosen to split up. Most were going with the tall... human? Alien? The boy couldn't tell between the dark, and that nothing could matter less right now.

"Ai'll, uh, head off ta tha security office." Laeo muttered, taking his vibrosword and slinging it over his shoulder again. The cartridge of his blaster was probably low, and now that they were indoors, it felt more likely that should anything attack them, it would come in the form of close quarters. His huttese was rusty, but he might be of some use... beyond his talent for killing things.

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[The Gatekeeper]

As the assembled Hunters within the vault decided how they wished to split up, Drow was locked outside the vault still flying around in his Y-wing. While undoubtedly more secure against potential infection than the other hunters, Drow was also locked out of the vault, away from his allies and the potential treasure.

The Hutt Fleet, floating ominously above, had not managed to detect him so far but they were beginning active scans of the city below to begin proper targeting. While they may have been terrible at making a blockade, they were more than experienced when it came to glassing cities during recent months.

While the Hutts began their survey, Drow would be able to spot the only other entrance to the vault as he circled the area. Located on the opposite end of the vault to the initial landing zone, he would find that it was almost identical; a courtyard in front of a set of blastdoors. Eerily as similar, however, was that even from above Drow would be able to spot several freighters and other personal craft had been landed in the second courtyard.

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Zathria’s maternal instincts aside, the decision to hand out disinfectant wipes was a wise one, ensuring that none of the group would be infected with AMS… this time.

The group of Zathria, Kamelle, Kliedden and Laeonas (Team Security) would find themselves descending deeper underground as they followed a strangely tall corridor. Shadows would dance ahead of them only held at bay by the light of the Jedi’s lightsaber as many of the emergency lights that should have been running along the ceiling, above their heads, were not working. Despite this, the ignited lightsaber would illuminate up to twenty feet ahead of them in a dull light.

Along the way, however, the group would find small rooms built into the side of the straight corridor. Each one a square box of duracrete with doors made of durasteel bars. There were a dozen on either side before the end of the corridor which was a sudden, ninety degree, bend.

In the eerie half-light of the lightsaber it could be the imagination that the cell doors were moving… were it not for the unmistakable creak of rusted metal groaning as it swayed from leftover momentum. At the far end of the corridor, a large word in Huttese is emblazoned across the wall in flickering neon.

Azalus.

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The Generator Group (Sevrin, Aska and Poffo) would, likewise, find that their journey took them deeper into the ground. Unlike the path toward the securtiy suite, however, the corridor was narrower than it probably would have been expected to be. Groves worn into the sides of the walls are visible down the entire length of the corridor, seemingly from where droids had scraped against the enclosed space.

Also unlike the security suite corridor, the emergency lighting in the area was more than enough to illuminate the narrow corridor. At approximately halfway down the corridor (40m away) there was a branching corridor that led away at a ninety degree angle. Unlike the previous signs, there was no Huttese on the wall but rather a series of raised bumps and lines against the wall, carved binary for the droid servants to read instead of their Hutt masters.

At the furthest end of the slim corridor, at around 75m away, was something else, something perhaps unexpected.

There was a set of narrow blast doors at the furthest end of the corridor, partially open in the middle. Enough that the group is able to see that there is something trying to get through the narrow gap between the doors that had not closed correctly. With her body turned to the side, a human woman struggles to get herself through the gap. Looking up, the struggling human woman spots the group.

"H-hey! Hey help me, please!" She called down the narrow corridor loudly, "Please help me! They're coming and I can't get through, p-please!"

Even from so far away, the group is able to hear what she means, a screeching, chattering, sound mixed with warbling cries and screams that appear to be getting closer.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

Laeonas had developed a habit of bringing along bits of supplies when he went on escapades like this. Be it a bit of food, or a canteen of water. He'd decided to check his coat for the rest of his supplies, a 50 ml vial of bacta to be applied to injuries, and bandages; but he'd curse himself as he found the vial shattered and the bandages having been soaked with infected tissue.

There was still a packaged wafer, however. He could guess that they'd be here for... a while, so he made the only logical decision and ate it right than and there.

Finally standing up, the boy wandered over to the hallway with the rest, closely following behind the Jedi. "Should've brought a flare or somethin'," He muttered to himself, keeping pace.

Advancing down the hallways, the boy tried to reach out once more with the force, only to be met by a haze. Unsatisfied with the force's answer, Laeo turned to either side of the party, than up, and around.

The hall's layout seemed... absurd, on the face of it. It might have been because the only exposure he'd had with architecture were between the two extremes of small, cramped tenements, or glorious balllrooms and ancient, massive libraries, but the thin halls and high ceilings rubbed him... wrong.

It didn't help that there were barred doors all around them, which from their design didn't seem to have any locks on the inside.

A tremor hit his senses; he shivered involuntarily, narrowing his eyes. Approaching the end of the corridor, the rust of moving metal and the sudden appearance of a neon sign in huttese only made him the more alert.

"Be on yer guards," he suddenly stated, glancing to the other three. "There's somethin' wrong, can ya feel it?" Laeonas continued, eyes darting to the Jedi, and the two others.

"Ai can't tell ya what this shite is exactly, but Ai don't like it one bit." He murmured. Instinctively, he gripped the hilt of his vibrosword. Glancing over at the sign, he squinted-- a few characters stuck out to him, sounding out the word. "Ah-soa-lus?" He sounded out loud. "Shit, yer huttese is better than this ya daft prick." The boy thought, concentrating.

Doors locked from the outside. Duracrete walls, not even a bit of pomp besides a single sign-- which looked more like a utility, or warning sign, than anything else. Thinking and reaching out, he could feel the force slowly opening up further and further, his other senses helping to piece together what the threat was.

It was the scent that caught him first.

Realization suddenly colored the boy's face. The others could see it in the light from the saber; terror.

It was a split second that Laeonas had to finally realize what the threat was, and what needed to be done. It was when he looked up that he saw the half rotten, predatory forms of the dead beasts crawling on the ceiling.

That was the moment that one pounced, a claw outstretched for the boy's chest-- narrowly avoided by his feet and throwing him backwards with the help of the force.

"BACKKKK" He suddenly cried, almost inaudible from the gurgled screeches of the beasts above, accompanied by the sparks that flew off his sword due to how quickly it was drawn. His cry sounded less like a word or command, and more like a warning cry of distress that a fearful animal might use to alert a herd.

It only made the Nexu's responses that much more aggressive.

The three beasts, as long as the boy was tall, had either pounced around or between the hunters. He himself had only avoided the claws of one by throwing himself against the nearest wall. Facing a beast that he had only avoided by inches, he saw that the other two had pounced as well-- but now, his focus was entirely on the beast before him.

There wasn't an immediate escape; his sides went off in directions he couldn't afford to pay attention to. In front of him was a beast, behind him was a wall, and under him was a floor.

No flight.

Muscle memory commanded his next movements. Feet shifted into a wide stance, and his grip around the blade in hands would tighten. AMS made the Nexu even more bloodthirsty and aggressive than the beast usually was, meaning that when it started attacking, it left zero quarter.

Snarls and growls escaped as claws swiped, , either missing due to Laeo's desperate movements, or because his blade flicked the claws to the side, the cortosis weave's strength able to handle the additional strength of the beast.

If the boy made a single wrong move the claws would rend his flesh, and if that didn't immediately kill him, the onset of AMS would take him next. Death was all that awaited him if he lost. Instinct's honed by years of isolation and pain on Dantooine's ungoverned planes helped to guide his movements-- and the force kept him a step ahead when he attempted to cut at the beast in return.

A cry escaped the beast's maw; and Laeonas screamed back.

Fight.

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[Zathria]

Zathria pressed onward, glad to see several other members of the group coming with her. She knew she would be able to contact Sevrin if they needed to be in touch with the other group. She didn't know the names of any of the others coming with her, and this didn't really seem like the appropriate time for introductions. "Hey you," "watch out," and "don't get eaten" would have to suffice.

Dabbled is more than me, she said, knowing she spoke approximately four words of Huttese, and somehow she didn't think "hello" was going to be relevant to the flesh eating horde.

Agreed, she said as Kamelle mentioned what they might find in the security office. Anything more would be helpful at this point.

She held up the lightsaber and took the lead as they progressed, eyes and senses alert to the slightest noises. And oh boy, were there a lot of noises. Creaking and grinding of metal did nothing to set her nerves at ease. There was no breeze, and these doors shouldn't have been moving on their own. Looking into the cells didn't seem to reveal anything out of place either, which was somehow more concerning than if she'd seen something out of place.

At the end of the hall was a word that she couldn't read, but she didn't like that there was a word written on the wall of what was essentially a haunted prison or experimental lab.

That probably says something like "run" or "leave" doesn't it, she asked their native Huttese dabbler.

Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, the alarm was raised. For the life of her she didn't know if she heard it, saw, heard Laeonas point it out, or just sense that something was wrong, but her eyes flicked upwards to see the creatures on the ceiling.

Her blade was already in hand, and as one of the creature's leapt from the ceiling, her feet moved. Although she was primarily a Form III fighter, that worked to her advantage here. Her mind was on defense rather than offense, her feet carrying her quickly and smoothly to the side of any attack. She moved with the grace of a person whose culture had her fighting as a means of communication since literal birth. And as she moved to put herself out of the way of claws or teeth, she sent a quick diagonal cut downward, looking to catch the creature through the spine and render it dead or crippled.

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[Poffo Sauvage]

For style points, Poffo was glad that the corridor they were in was well-lit. His jacket had already gotten splattered with AMS goo, and he felt like the oversized sunglasses still gave him that sense of style that would be his calling card. Be that as it may, the more he thought about the jacket and the stains, the more badass it made it look. He still wore it proudly

The Coruscanti pit-fighter-turned-bounty hunter was many things. He was off his rocker a little bit. He was brash. Obnoxious. But despite appearances, he wasn't stupid. He kept his mouth shut here. This entire damn place felt like a Jack-in-the-box with surprises ready to jump out at any time. What he didn't expect, was someone yelling for help further down the corridor.

"H-hey! Hey help me, please!" She called down the narrow corridor loudly, "Please help me! They're coming and I can't get through, p-please!"

A young woman, some 75 meters ahead, was lodged between a blast door that didn't shut all the way. She was screaming madly, and it was apparent she was doubling back and running from something further down the corridor. She was trying to squeeze through the broken and barely opened blast doors, but in her armor, she was squeezed in tight.

Poffo didn't think, just reacted. He sprinted ahead toward the door and hooked her under her arms and used his pure power to start pulling. The veins in Sauvage's head stiffened and looked like extension cords under the skin. He felt the slightest hint of budging, and she was screaming due to fear and pain of being pulled through the door. Poffo took a deep breath, planted his feet and with a massive yell, powered his way backwards, pulling her through the door as she collapsed on top of him as they fell back to the ground.

Poffo wouldn't know the difference, but the other two almost certainly would notice that her armor would indicate that she was a Mandalorian. Much of that armor, at least half, was heavily gouged and scratched. Mr. Macho was expecting...you know...some gratitude. A "thank you" or a "you're my hero," or a kiss on the cheek or something. Imagine his surprise when she simply scrambled to her feet, running toward the rest of the group yelling something about "Everyone needs to run, now!" and she was demanding that everyone get to the generator room and to lock the doors.

Poffo got to his feet, flung his arms out, and was in the process of doing a 360 twirl to say something about her being an ungrateful something or other. But at the 180 point, his eyes caught a glimpse of what was coming through the slightly opened blast door. A dozen AMS infected Barabel were charging down the corridor. They must have been chasing the Mando woman, but all that was academic at this point.

Poffo had fought a few Barabel in his pit fighting career on Coruscant. It was a cheap appointment for a promoter looking for a cheap win. The reptilians' scales were stout enough they even had blaster-resistant properties. Their mouths were full of needle-like teeth. And their strength and power....most of them outshined even Poffo by a reasonable clip. And now there were twelve of them roided up on an AMS rage charging at them. Poffo knew where these reptiles had some weaknesses. The throat shots hurt everyone. Back of the joints. The eyes could be hard to hit under that massive, bony brow ridge, but with a bulls...uh...eye, they were soft and squishy like everyone else's.

Poffo's fight or flight reflexes usually landed on fight, and if they were going to get to the team, they all had to squeeze through the same door as the Mandalorian woman. "We got a whole bunch of baddies coming in fast, yeah!" He waved them all over. "Come get at them one at a time, yeah! Come play whack-a-lizzy, with Mr. Macho!" He positioned himself to the left side of the semi-opened door, ready to throw a hard right hand with his spiked knuckles. Of course, the most adept at picking these bad boys off as they tried to pry their way through the door would be the Jedi with that laser sword. But, Poffo wanted to try to get one good throat shot in first...

As they were closing in, Sauvage was hoping that someone was hanging around to help in case things went south. Poffo yelled at the zombies as they approached, "Bring it, yeah! You will eat my fart rockets, and I'll make you like it! OOOOHHH, YEAAAAAHH!"

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[Aska Ryun]

Deeper into the bunker the newly formed trio went but no matter how much distance they put between them and the horde of infected that battered on the courtyard blast doors, Aska could not shake the feeling of impending doom. Maybe it was watching a Wookie explode like a Life Day firework, that sort of thing had a way of sticking with someone for a lifetime, or maybe it was marching head first into what could only be described as a painfully stereotypical holo horror. Maybe it was the orbiting Hutt fleet that was preparing to turn this city into a new valley. All of these things deserved such a reaction of fear and anxiety and while she maintained a determined demeanor, it was as though a young girl was screaming beneath the surface, begging to go home.

She was thankful that the service corridor was at least well lit, albeit too narrow for them to travel side by side. Single file, they marched on though they didn’t necessarily get very far before an adjacent hallway brought yet another unexpected surprise.

"H-hey! Hey help me, please! Please help me! They're coming and I can't get through, p-please!"

The desperation in the woman’s voice told Aska much. She had hoped that they were alone inside this subterranean prison but she was wrong. Still, there were other survivors of the plague as well as a remaining threat that dwelled within it’s walls. Just as she was about to rush to the woman’s aide, the Coruscanti brawler pushed past on a rare display of chivalry. Or perhaps it was stupidity? They had no clue what was on the other side of the malfunctioning doorway, what was waiting for the opportunity to pounce on the four of them. Still, they couldn’t simply leave her there to die and as she was yanked out to her freedom it became clear that she still had plenty of desire left to live beneath her Mandalorian shell.

"Everyone needs to run, now!"

”Well that’s a good sign,” Aska groaned sarcastically to the Sephi Jedi as the Mandalorian woman pushed her way past them and retreated down the narrow hallway. Raising her SE-45, she slowly made her way towards her ally as he leaned against the wall in preparation for what was coming. Claws, fangs and razor sharp teeth snapped behind the partially closed door as they tried to force their way through. The woman had never seen a Barabel, let alone an AMS infected one, and the black ooze of blood from their gums spraying with each snap of their jaws only compounded her fears.

”Eat your…. Seriously?” Aska shook her head as she listened to Poffo’s attempted taunt. Rolling her eyes, she took a couple steps forward and was now about halfway down the corridor towards the brawler and the doorway and fired three rounds into the gaping maw of the foremost Barabel. ”You know, Poffo… You may not be the dumbest person on this planet but you sure as hell better hope he doesn’t die,”

Until the creatures were able to force their way through the door, which seemed inevitable, they at least had an advantage of a choke point. Aska wanted to simply turn her gauntlet repulsor on the infected and attempt to fully shut the door once they were thrown back but that would require sticking her hand through the opening to prevent possibly pushing the door further off it’s tracks and making it a simpler task for the ravenous lizards to tear the barrier away. For now, she was content letting them hammer the door one by one.

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[Kliedden Raxx]

Klied scowled as their journey took them deeper and deeper into the darkness, their only source of light being the Echani's lightsaber. He should have brought a flashlight. He was more on edge than usual, walking softly and keeping his legs slightly bent in such a way that he could quickly move to avoid any incoming attack, stalking forward almost like an animal. As they entered the hall with the empty barred cells, swinging open on their hinges, he grumbled uncomfortably to himself. He knew a kennel when he saw one.

The kid gave voice to the hunter's silent misgivings, talking about feeling a present danger. Was he Force sensitive too? Or was that just his gut talking? Either way the Echani pointed out the sign ahead, and Klied squinted as he tried to recall what the word meant. As soon as the translation 'dangerous' sprung to his head the kid called out in warning, just barely avoiding an attack from above. Klied looked up too and spotted a flash of fur, claws and four eyes reflecting the purple light of the Echani's laser sword. Nexu.

Thanks to the advance warning Klied just managed to roll out of the way before one of the rotting beasts fell atop him, quickly popping back up into a crouch and turning to face the monster. The ravenous creature wasted no time in pouncing at him again, jaws wide and insidious claws extended with deadly intent. Klied had hunted Nexu in the past. They were fast, agile creatures and saw excellently in the dark. But they were much more fragile then one would expect given their size. He knew trying to evade it would be a fool's errand, so he instead decided to take it head on. He held out his rifle horizontally as the beast flew at him, the dumb creature biting down on the wood and metal of the weapon instead of him. Klied pivoted and grunted with effort as he swung the beast around, using it's own momentum from the pounce to send it flying into the nearest wall. Not wasting any time, the hunter would immediately release one of the hands from his rifle to draw his heavy blaster pistol to fire several successive shots at the beast's torso. Even a single blast from his Westar should have been enough to eviscerate the monster, but a little overkill could only do him good in this situation.

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[Drow Venn]

"Alright team, I found another way in. And by the looks of all these ships I'm looking at here, I don't think we're alone." Drow commed over his findings to the other members of Team Jedi. Clucking his tongue, he measured out a spot his Y-Wing could fit and took the old bird down, hoping that he wouldn't attract noise with this maneuver. He did an okay enough job although it wasn't easy with the atmosphere and the surrounding ships he had to take stock of.

"Easy, Sparky" he told his black and white astromech as the ship touched down. He was about to reach down for his commlink and let the others know that he was going to make his way in but had to reach for his lightsaber instead because a cluster of around 30 Infected was charging their way. It was separate from the main horde which was good but Drow didn't want to engage with them for fear of alerting the primary horde.

He moved fast and ran inside the building, igniting his yellow-bladed lightsaber as he did so. He didn't feel great about leaving his precious and antique ship behind but thirty Infected chasing after organic flesh were less likely to damage the ship than an entire horde of them. Plus, if he wasn't able to get back, he could maybe have Sparky autopilot the ship somewhere. He kept his lightsaber out and gingerly stepped forward, opting for caution instead of speed as he made his way into the building.

This was, of course, after he shut the door behind him.

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[Kamelle Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Kamelle glimpsed the cells lining either side of the walls and wondered what sorry souls had suffered within them. Channel enough into the shadows and maybe she could hear their wails, like echoes from a well, but now was not the time. Now was the time to gaze up at that flickering sign and squint her eyes as to what the hell it said.

Then, in the light of the saber, the look of terror. Kamelle had been trailing behind the Jedi’s light and allowed the three souls in front of her to enter the room first. She glimpsed no more than three slobbering beasts whose immediate targets had matched the math.

Spoiler: Music OOC

In the measly seconds that followed, the morsels of blade and blaster danced with the beasts like knives and forks with a plate. The Boy hummed with his vibrosword, the Echani appeared to hold her own like any Jedi would, and the bounty hunter hurled forth blaster bolts. They held their own. Two of them, perhaps.

Sighing, Kamelle darted forth toward the war dogs, and one in particular. The vibrosword was warding off the beast, just barely it seemed, and the woman knew that if its maw enclosed around the Boy’s head then the odds would no longer favor her. Springing into motion, Kamelle came up behind the Nexu and whipped her arm downward just as the beast moved to bite down on the Boy.

What came with the Sith’s arm was a flash of red. Ignited from her hand just then was the crimson blade of a lightsaber come to life, thrumming as it bore toward the nape of the Nexu in an attempt to sever its head from its shoulders in a single stroke.


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[Sevrin Valtiere]

Whoever had built this corridor certainly hadn’t factored in tall people. He felt cramped and was not having the best time.

Sevrin heard the woman’s pleas for help, but unlike the others, he didn’t spring to the rescue. While this may have been surprising from a Jedi, he was a tactical man in the end.

“We first need to ensure she is not bitt-”

And the hulking man with the sunglasses blindly charged forward. Sevrin watched blankly as he did so, drawing the Force to himself for the inevitable aftermath that would come. He watched the Mando woman charge past them, and he still wasn’t convinced she was safe to keep around.

Unfortunately the army of barabels coming at the partially closed door was higher priority. Sevrin used the Force to send a wave of them flying back the way they came. He heard the obnoxious man yell a lot of things as he engaged the barabels, the commentary bringing forth a grimace on the prim and proper Jedi's face. Blasterfire would prove to be lacking on account of the incredibly thick barabel scales.

Sevrin focused the Force and attempted to close the doors from a distance. Unfortunately the doors had taken tremendous amounts of structural damage and simply collapsed, revealing that it was much better to simply leave them be.

Sevrin’s jaw tightened as there was now a wide open path for the infected to come through. He was responsible for this. He would own up to it. His immediate reaction was to coil the Force around Aska and Poffo, hurtling them back and past him while his gaze remained trained forward. This was a second before they were about to be overwhelmed from standing so close to the doors.

“To the generator. Now,” He said quietly. He couldn’t afford to have anyone shooting towards him or getting in his way. Sevrin drew out his saber then, rushing towards the horde as he expertly cut through them to lob off their heads. He was a dervish, spinning, slashing and blasting with the Force. Anytime the horde closed in, he unleashed a pulse with the Force to send them back, purposely dropping the bodies to pad the sides of the corridor to create a chokepoint again.

Sevrin would continue until there was a pile of corpses to block the path. Only then would he double back to join the others.

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[The Gatekeeper]

Unfortunately for Drow, he would find that the doors to the secondary entrance were rusted and stuck in a semi-open position. It didn’t matter the amount of force applied, they couldn’t be closed, and inside the doors laid just as many bodies as in the courtyard outside. It was hauntingly quiet and the faint yellow glow of his lightsaber would be barely enough for him to see by, but in the shadows, he would be able to distinguish the outlines of corpses.

There was something different here. Unlike the main entrance, the dirt floor was dug up, and pipes and wires had been torn from the walls. The control panel near the back of the room had been smashed and bent almost beyond recognition. The metal walls, dented in areas, gave the impression that something large and clumsy had made its way through.

In the center of the room, a single corpse, the fresh remains of a hunter who appeared to have been trampled, weapon still in hand. His entire torso pressed flat into the ground, intestines popped out either side of him from the weight of whatever it was. His blood trailed down a darkened hall while outside the moans of 30 or so infected became louder as they closed in on the open doors.

--

As the Nexu pounced down upon their prey, the assembled treasure hunters would be able to see that the beasts were more densely muscled than any they had seen before. The Infection that robbed them of their life was originally designed as an enhancement drug and it was noticeable in the predators even in such a short amount of time.

The Nexu that leapt at Laeonas was slightly startled by his cries of alarm but that didn’t stop it from pouncing down at the young man. Laeonas was able to back away quickly enough to avoid the swipe of one of it’s large front paws and the element of surprise was lost so the creature backward up, avoiding the man’s follow-up slash with his sword as it arched its back and growled low in its throat at him. However, before it could do anything more than tense up, vibration and sound behind it caused it to move, managing to pull back far enough that Kamelle’s lightsaber slashed down, cutting deep along it’s front right leg rather than its neck as she had intended. Roaring in pain, the Nexu would attempt to ram it’s body against Kamelle while she was still extended from her strike, using its augmented muscles and sheer weight to slam her into Laeonas so as to keep the two of them down long enough for it to make a meal out of them.

As a Jedi with her lightsaber out, Zathria was caught less off guard than the others. Unlike Laeonas, she didn’t need to waste time drawing her weapon because it was already alight in her hand. Making space, she backed away from the initial pounce, avoiding having her bones crushed under the weight and power of the initial attack. As an ambush predator, the Nexu primarily killed its prey by crushing them with an almighty pounce. Still, the large animal skittered back when it originally missed, seeing the glowing rode as the danger that it was. When Zathria made her cut down at it diagonally, the Nexu pushed off from the floor with all of its considerable strength, landing against the wall with its claws dug in for a second before it attempted a second pounce from the wall, forgoing all caution in its attempt to catch Zathria’s chest with its front paws and her head with its wide mouth.

Kliedden may have hunted Nexu before but he had never hunted one amped up with AMS before and it showed. The pouncing Nexu was at least 200 lbs and its muscles were both tireless and enhanced by the Infection so when it pounced, Kliedden miscalculated by assuming he would be able to manhandle it. Instead of jamming its mouth with the rifle, the rifle itself would snap under the sheer amount of force that the pouncing creature put into it. The rifle's demise did mean that it didn't manage to bite clean through Kliedden's arm but it did mean he was braced to catch the animal head on. The Nexu would slam violently into Kliedden, having gone straight through his defensive rifle. Bounty hunter and Nexu alike would find themselves slamming into the ground with the Nexu atop the bounty hunter where it would roar as it lashed forward with its head, intending to trap Kliedden's head in its mammoth jaws before shaking to snap his neck violently.

--

Things for the team heading for the generator were going slightly better than they were for the security team but it was a close thing. The Mandalorian woman who had been rescued from the doors wasted no time trying to fight the Barabels that had been chasing her, unlike Poffo. She had warned the group that they needed to run but it seemed that Poffo and Aska had taken exception to being asked to run from the enemy.

Poffo had elected to stand to one side of the doors and ready himself to start punching the enemy as and when they came at him and Aska started, perhaps more sensibly, by shooting her blaster instead. Up and down the length of the gap in the doors, the Barabels pushed their bodies through however they could. Clambering even atop of each other, they were pushing and pressing to gain entry through the narrow space at every opportunity. A trio of arms slashed at Poffo with their sharp fingernails, aiming to grab at the Macho Man’s jacket to drag him to their teeth.

Powerful normally, the Barabels had been enhanced by the AMS strain - enough that there was a terrible, horrifying, screech as the doors began to slowly open wider. The Barabel that Aska shot at took the first shot to its forehead, head rocking back from the hit but it took the second shot, which blasted through its teeth and into its skull, to actually put it down. Her third shot slammed into another Barabel, which was able to ignore the fact that it now had its left shoulder broken by the force of the shot.

One of the front most Barabels didn’t wait for the doors to open, instead pushing itself through. Scales and flesh tore away as the Barabel used its enhanced and untiring muscles to tear itself apart to fit through, all so that it could lunge at Poffo’s neck with it’s horrifying mouthful of needle-like teeth. Thankfully for the Macho Man, that was when Sevrin got involved, using the Force to Push against the Barabels.

Unfortunately for everyone, however, not only did it slam the offending Barabel back out the door but it also warped the door, making it much wider. Again, the Jedi did his best to save his new-found comrades, Pulling them both behind him as he sought to engage with the Barabels. Down the side tunnel, the Mandalorian woman they had saved reached the generator room, standing in the doorway fiddling with her wrist-mounted blaster.

“Get yourselves over here! We can lock this door manually if we hurry!”

The Mandalorian woman wasn’t yelling because she was thankful for their earlier rescue at all - she was just aware that with the break she’d likely suffered in her right forearm, she wouldn’t be able to manually lock the door by herself. She physically needed them. The Barabels rushed forward, intercepted by Sevrin. They swarmed forward and that was, mainly, their downfall. In such tight quarters they quickly fell atop of each other, tearing through one another to get through to the Jedi who stood in their way. In the end, he didn’t need to kill as many as would be expected before the tunnel was making its own bottleneck again, this time of corpses.

But further back, beyond the Barabels and beyond the broken door there were screams. Rabid, hungry, screams. More were coming and the Jedi and his comrades would tire but they would not.

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When writing out attacks on enemies, do NOT autohit and especially do not autokill. When engaging in combat with DM opposition, please remember to treat it like combat and not self-dm/pve stuff.

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[Aska Ryun]

Aska watched in fear as the door began to give way with each passing impact of the ravenous Barabel but as Sev reached out with the Force in an effort to seal them from the dangers, her mouth fell open as the barrier finally gave in. Now she could fully see the lizard-like creatures, their massive bulges of muscle that made Poffo look like a child by comparison, and it seemed like it was game over already. That is, until an invisible hand wrapped itself around her and threw her back into the main corridor behind Sev. Hitting the wall, she was unprepared for the sight she saw next as the gargantuan Coruscanti brawler started closing in through the air.

”Shit!” she cried out before ducking off to the side to avoid being crushed by her companion. Standing up and preparing to make her way towards the Mandalorian woman as she holstered her blaster, Aska stopped and watched as the Sephi Jedi ignited his own blue lightsaber and began to carve through the advancing Barabel. Each dropped corpse created an obstacle that slowed their advance, giving the team a bit more time to close the distance that was between them and the power generator. Still, Aska wasn’t convinced it would be enough.

Looking to the ceiling, a large and rusted pipe caught her eye. It ran the length of the hallway that led down towards the door that had recently collapsed, the sounds of some sort of liquid rushing through it in the same direction. Looking to Poffo, Aska smirked as she placed an unlit cigarra in her mouth

”Give me a hand with this, big guy,” she laughed as she jumped up, wrapping both hands around the pipe and bouncing all of her weight on it. Despite it’s rusted and deteriorated appearance, it hardly moved. Still, she continued to try and get it to break free. By now, Sev was on his way back and the cries of help from the Mandalorian were starting to be drowned out by the advancing horde of lizard folk. ”You too, Jedi! Help us! Quickly!” she barked, perhaps more aggressively than intended. Their lives were at risk, however, and they needed to act fast. With each bounce on the over head pipe, the Barabel grew closer and closer. Fear swelled and finally, Aska removed her right hand to draw her SE-45 once again, firing helplessly in an effort to slow them down further.

Dice

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