Ask No Sanctuary

[Zo Luna]

Things never turn out the way you want them to go, do they?​

One moment you hink you're doing a fairly simple diplomatic mission for both the Jedi Order and the New Republic and a minute or two later you have to prepare your lightsaber in order to deal with the virus that had been the scourge of the galaxy for a bit of time now...It was all right though, fighting missions were always more fun, and fighting zombies sounded like something she just had to do at one point as Phantasm, it was just the kinda stuff that would look very good on her jedi crime fighting resume.

So, what was the situation? Phantasm had been sent to the Cloud City alongside another jedi in order to convince the administrator of joining the New Republic, the guy didn't seem too opposed to the idea, but he still needed some convincing. The three of them were in the middle of negotiations before the alarm went off and the administrator was informed...Which of course meant the two jedi decided to jump into action, perhaps doing this would fully convince them? It was certainly worth the effort.

Currently, the two jedi were running in the direction of the hangar where the outbreak had taken place, the alarm blaring in the background as they dodged citizens that were running in the opposite direction "...There must be at least a couple hundred infected or so inside a transport that big, plus the people they might have infected already since they arrived...But these infected are not smart enough to leave the ship all at once, if we close the hangar's gate before they get all out and take care of the stragglers it'll be all right." Phantasm explained, her voice now distorted as she turned on the voice changer from her armor and got ready her lightsaber "This will take either no time at all or the whole day, hope you're full of energy."

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[Mikko Falco]

Diplomatic missions weren't Mikko's specialty at all. But with the Jedi spread thin across many missions and battles against the Sith, everyone had to help where they can. Besides, Bespin was a fascinating world and he wouldn't mind seeing more of it. Of course — the mission was now spinning in a whole new direction.

He rushed alongside Phantasm — the armored Jedi Knight who he just met on the mission. He barely even got to ask her about the heavy gear before they were quickly responding to alarms. As she announced a plan, Mikko grabbed on to the hilt of his lightsaber and assessed the scene before them. "Doubt we have a whole day — we're on a highly populated yet isolated city floating in the sky. Evacuating it will be a different kind of hell."

He took in a deep breath as the consequences passed his thoughts, should they fail. There was no time to dwell on it. His eyes darted around as they reached the hangar, but the controls weren't anywhere in the main bay.

"I think that's the control room." He pointed at a white blast door all the way at the back of the hangar. The room was found on a low mezzanine level that wrapped in a U-shape along the hangar's interior. "But we need to make sure there aren't any uninfected left inside before we seal the hangar."

Mikko's lightsaber flashed a bright yellow upon ignition as they prepared to meet the wave of infected. He tilted up his chin, feeling a surge of confidence and adrenaline once the blade was in his hands. "Let's clean this place up."

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[Darth Stolas]

Before he was yet Stolas, Morgan and Emryc came to Cloud City to establish a secret influence on the gas-producing planet. For the most part it didn't need oversight, just regular updates. People and supplies went in and out under the radar, all was well. The Chiss Baron Administrator did his job well enough and kept things in tip top shape. The man's preference for Cloud City to remain a neutral but logistically important entity, mixed with charm and cleverless, kept business going strong.

Morgan was actually on-station for a mix of downtime and getting a few background details in order. What he'd now ended up doing was begrudgingly changing into work attire to deal with a massive influx of infected coming in on a transport. Cloud City was near useless if AMS got it's filthy claws on the station and clearing it from the underlevels would be a massive pain and grind production to a halt.

He went with an armourweave bodysuit beneath tailored black pants and a nice flight jacket. His features were concealed behind a bit of thick cloth that went up over around his head and neck to his eyes, a generic helmet with filter overtop. Leather sap gloves covered his hands. Morgan preferred to keep things more low-key when working unless the situation called for some flash.

Stopping zombies did not. Given red lightsabers pulled unneeded attention he went with a quicksilver baton and his pistol instead. All for the best given the flash of yellow and purple plasma ahead in the hangar. Brows rose behind the helmet. There were Jedi here after all? How fun.

"That one's right, you know," he commented about evacuation, jogging up behind the two Jedi near the end of their back and forth conversation. "Best to clear and quarantine." Unceremoniously the baton in his hand extended to it's full length, the slim twin ends forming thin spearheads.

"Is that not so?"

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