- Dec 24, 2017
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Nar ShaddaaSomewhere else on Nar Shaddaa, a trio of Tiss'Shar were encamped in a safe area not too far from an area where there had been many sightings of the infected. Two of them wore armor, which covered essentially their torsos, backs and part of the skull, to allow them to move freely and bite, while the third was garbed in a protective suit and examining some samples under a microscope. That third was geneticist and Sith Eternal member Iko-Gark-Lokan Jis'tos, who had come to Nar Shaddaa after hearing news of that new AMS outbreak, and he thought it was the right opportunity to examine that pathogen and take some samples for the future.
Nar ShaddaaIzel's mandibles worked nervously, antennae twitching as she listened to the recording again. "This is Jedi Knight Nara Allam. I need support on Nar Shaddaa. AMS-related outbreaks are rising and I'm investigating a potential source in the tunnels underneath the planet. Location data to the tunnel I am accessing follows this message." So she had heard right. AMS, more of those monstrous creatures like the ones she had encountered on Tol Amm. She had thought that horrifying pandemic had been contained. As usual things were never so simple. The thought of facing those things again was terrifying, but she was close, and Nara was a friend. She couldn't just pretend she didn't hear it.
With a sigh the Vratix stood up straight and composed herself before turning to her Padawan. "I'd hoped we'd be a little further along in your training before taking you on a real mission, but duty calls. And they say experience is the best teacher anyway." She turned away from the young Kiffar to go and tell the transport captain she hired that they'd be staying on Nar Shaddaa a little longer. They were meant to be just passing through on their way back to Ajan Kloss, but people needed saving. What else was a Jedi to do? "Get your things and prepare to move." She called over her shoulder. "Oh and I suggest wearing long sleeves, something thick. You don't want to be bitten by these things..."
NAR SHADDAA"Quiet," the Bothan whispered. The girl in his arms trembled with fear as the footsteps echoed down the alleyway. She let out a whimper before Birsk placed his furry hand over her mouth. "Shhh, shh, shh..."
The girl's mother was on the ground before them. She had been torn apart by some... creature. He had no idea what to make of it. He'd spent years here, gambling, drinking, stealing, lying. And he had never seen something like what was happening tonight.
It was horrifying.
The girl, a human, started to cry. Not now, young one, you were doing so well... The footsteps were getting closer. Heavy, like...
Birsk peeked out, and wished he hadn't have.
It was a wookiee. A massive wookiee. It was covered in blood, and it was sniffing in the air like it had a scent. Birsk's scent. The girl's scent. When the Bothan peeked his head out, the wookiee roared, its lifeless eyes glowing in the paleness of the light, hungry. Hungry for them.