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Mon Calamari, also known as Dac, was the Mon Calamari homeworld. The oceanic planet was generally a neutral planet, with most of its conflicts being planetbound between the Mon Calamari and Quarren, and little with outside interference.
That had changed when the Hutts gained control of Dac. The Hutts plundered resources from the seawide planet, occassionally enslaving natives as pets or as test subjects, though 'officially', there was no slavery occurring.
The reign of the Hutts had brought on the construction of the Pacifer-class space station Clypsydra. While it claimed to be a medical station and pit stop, it was actually a research laboratory. The base was under the control of two Mon Calamari: Head Researcher Dr. Gial Rotramel and Commander Timi Gahan.
Lately, the Clepsydra had been developing a serum that would damage the midi-chlorians in a sentient's body. Unfortunately, tests were not going well. Emperor Tusa the Hutt was getting impatient. There were rumors spreading across Dac of the secret purpose of the Clepsydra due to a leak by one of the workers; Gahan had made sure to deal with the traitor personally.
In Rotramel's private lounge, the good doctor sat at a desk, working. With a page from his secretary, Rotramel allowed Gahan to enter the lounge. The purple-skinned Mon Calamari took a seat.
"Tusa's getting impatient," reported Gahan. "Workers are concerned they might be punished for failure. It doesn't help that Sirberius the Hutt is rumored to be on his way."
"We will succeed," said Rotramel. "I've enlisted the help of several researchers to help. They should be arriving soon on the next ship."
"Let us hope you are right."
Rotramel glanced up from the file that he was reading. "There's some very influential people on that ship, Dr. Valentine Lockhart of Terminal among them. I want you to greet him personally."
Gahan groaned and stood up. "Understood."
A Scythe-class cruiser docked against the Clepsydra. A few dozen passengers exited the cruiser while about two dozen boarded the cruiser. Gahan didn't recognize any of them. Consulting the picture of Valentine Lockhart that Rotramel had provided, Gahan scanned the crowd for any signs of the doctor. Finally, he spotted the blue-haired man enter the room. Gahan pulled Valentine over to the side.
"Dr. Rotramel would like to send his thanks for agreeing to come here," said Gahan. "I do apologize he could not meet with you in person. He has been busy as of late."
"I guessed as much, considering the urgency he was telling me about," said Doc Love, Valentine Lockhart's nickname. He fished out a keycard from his pocket. "I've already booked a room. I'll go there first to clean myself up before meeting with Dr. Rotramel if you don't mind."
"Shall I escourt you there?" inquired Commander Gahan.
"No, I'm fine."
With a farewell, Doc Love returned to the steady stream of passengers. After a couple minutes, the dock was empty again, almost chilling. Strangely, though, the ramp doors weren't closing. Gahan walked to a nearby consule and hailed the Scythe-class cruiser.
"Kali, do you read?" said Gahan to the mic. "The passengers are clear. You may close the doors."
Static was the only answer Scythe-class cruiser Kali provided.
Something's wrong, thought Gahan.
From the ramp, Gahan heard a bloodchilling scream. The Mon Calamari commander raced through the ramp into the Kali. The boarding station was deserted. Another scream pointed Gahan to the source of the distress. When he turned a corner, he was horrified.
A Mon Calamari officer was laying on the floor, barely able to breathe and produce any more screams. A humanoid sat on the Mon Calamari, feasting on the dying officer's body. Gahan struggled to not hurl.
The humanoid sensed Gahan and turned its head. Blood dripped from its mouth. It stood up and charged at Gahan. Gahan was reaching for his gun when the thing bit into his neck...
Mon Calamari, also known as Dac, was the Mon Calamari homeworld. The oceanic planet was generally a neutral planet, with most of its conflicts being planetbound between the Mon Calamari and Quarren, and little with outside interference.
That had changed when the Hutts gained control of Dac. The Hutts plundered resources from the seawide planet, occassionally enslaving natives as pets or as test subjects, though 'officially', there was no slavery occurring.
The reign of the Hutts had brought on the construction of the Pacifer-class space station Clypsydra. While it claimed to be a medical station and pit stop, it was actually a research laboratory. The base was under the control of two Mon Calamari: Head Researcher Dr. Gial Rotramel and Commander Timi Gahan.
Lately, the Clepsydra had been developing a serum that would damage the midi-chlorians in a sentient's body. Unfortunately, tests were not going well. Emperor Tusa the Hutt was getting impatient. There were rumors spreading across Dac of the secret purpose of the Clepsydra due to a leak by one of the workers; Gahan had made sure to deal with the traitor personally.
In Rotramel's private lounge, the good doctor sat at a desk, working. With a page from his secretary, Rotramel allowed Gahan to enter the lounge. The purple-skinned Mon Calamari took a seat.
"Tusa's getting impatient," reported Gahan. "Workers are concerned they might be punished for failure. It doesn't help that Sirberius the Hutt is rumored to be on his way."
"We will succeed," said Rotramel. "I've enlisted the help of several researchers to help. They should be arriving soon on the next ship."
"Let us hope you are right."
Rotramel glanced up from the file that he was reading. "There's some very influential people on that ship, Dr. Valentine Lockhart of Terminal among them. I want you to greet him personally."
Gahan groaned and stood up. "Understood."
A Scythe-class cruiser docked against the Clepsydra. A few dozen passengers exited the cruiser while about two dozen boarded the cruiser. Gahan didn't recognize any of them. Consulting the picture of Valentine Lockhart that Rotramel had provided, Gahan scanned the crowd for any signs of the doctor. Finally, he spotted the blue-haired man enter the room. Gahan pulled Valentine over to the side.
"Dr. Rotramel would like to send his thanks for agreeing to come here," said Gahan. "I do apologize he could not meet with you in person. He has been busy as of late."
"I guessed as much, considering the urgency he was telling me about," said Doc Love, Valentine Lockhart's nickname. He fished out a keycard from his pocket. "I've already booked a room. I'll go there first to clean myself up before meeting with Dr. Rotramel if you don't mind."
"Shall I escourt you there?" inquired Commander Gahan.
"No, I'm fine."
With a farewell, Doc Love returned to the steady stream of passengers. After a couple minutes, the dock was empty again, almost chilling. Strangely, though, the ramp doors weren't closing. Gahan walked to a nearby consule and hailed the Scythe-class cruiser.
"Kali, do you read?" said Gahan to the mic. "The passengers are clear. You may close the doors."
Static was the only answer Scythe-class cruiser Kali provided.
Something's wrong, thought Gahan.
From the ramp, Gahan heard a bloodchilling scream. The Mon Calamari commander raced through the ramp into the Kali. The boarding station was deserted. Another scream pointed Gahan to the source of the distress. When he turned a corner, he was horrified.
A Mon Calamari officer was laying on the floor, barely able to breathe and produce any more screams. A humanoid sat on the Mon Calamari, feasting on the dying officer's body. Gahan struggled to not hurl.
The humanoid sensed Gahan and turned its head. Blood dripped from its mouth. It stood up and charged at Gahan. Gahan was reaching for his gun when the thing bit into his neck...
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