Ask Something is Here With Us

[Nox Solus]

The transition for their people was taking place smoothly. With the conquering of Lothal and restoration of other processes, the war machine of the Mandalorians was just beginning to chug. Even with their newfound success, they would need to continue with a reliable pace instead of blindly charging on, one where they could maintain their strength instead of overexpanding themselves.

Because of that, there would need to be an amount of infrastructure in place to keep themselves secure. That led Nox, the Solus, and the Vizla to Ubrikkia, specifically the space-station nestled above the planet. With AMS, the planet had been completely devastated, the plague had swept through all of the major cities and left a ruin. Because of this, it led the rock to be abandoned and alone in neutral space, more importantly, the space station as well. Even with it powered down and out of commission for some time, with some repairs they could turn the shipping yard into theirs, and either start to produce or have it serve as a launching point at least. It would just have to purged of any infection before that happened.

Five transport ships flew towards the space station, each one carrying a batch of fully armed Mandos inside. Nox stood at the front and near the ramp, his hand up and holding onto the metal railing as they closed the distance. There were fellow faces he recognized, them mixed in with the Vizla's and the Solus as it was a joint operation. There had already been a few grumbles and scuffles but once they had gotten closer, the noise had quieted down between the two.

Nox had experience with AMS, having crash-landed on a planet afflicted by it long ago. With a turn towards the rest in his transport as they were about to land on the dead station, he activated his comm so he went through each Mandalorian's helmet, Should be known by now but just to be absolutely clear. Fire, decapitating, or smashing heads is the only way to kill these things. You stick together and no hero shit. If you get bit, you let the rest know or it could be all of us heading to our grave. Clear? It was better to be safe than sorry.

@Logan @Arcangel

 

[Ea Solus]

Ea's arm felt heavy as it hung from the the railing above her head. Despite the disease ravaging large swathes of the galaxy, Ea really didn't have much experience with AMS. Truth be told, she would have loved to have kept it that way, but when her alor had asked for her aide, Ea heeded the call without hesitation.

What kind of numbers are we expecting inside the station? She asked, genuinely curious. They were showing up with five shuttles loaded with Mandalorians, clearly this was more than sweeping through a derelict space station.

Ea felt the shuttle vibrate and shudder as it approached the landing pad of the station. As the ship landed with the groan of aging durasteel, Ea unshouldered her BM-548 and flipped off the safety - though she kept her finger off the trigger for now.

Ea would exit the shuttle, though would wait for any direct orders from Nox before venturing out too far. They needed a solid plan of action to sweep the station, just going out willy nilly would just get people killed.

If we can get to the command center I can assess what kind of infrastructure damage we're looking at, Nox. It's likely at the heart of the station. Ea said, peering down the sight of her raised rifle. Until we can get there we'll be flying mostly in the dark.

As the other Mandalorians exited their shuttles, Ea couldn't help but feel a little on edge. Best case scenario, they were sweeping an empty station. Worse case, well, worst case was they were walking into a fucking gundark nest wearing meat underwear.

Hopefully the station was worth the effort.

@Orbit @Arcangel

 

[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gett'se steeled himself for the coming action as the troop transport flew towards the station. He was feeling a little antsy, both because he wasn't piloting the ship himself, and because of what lay ahead. He had never encountered one of the infected, but he had read about the disease in preparation for the mission. What he had read... Well he didn't want to dwell on it.

Around him Vizsla and Solus warriors quietened as the ship docked with the station. They had had a few minor quarrels but they knew that there was action to be had, knew that they would be relying on each other by the ship drives end.

Gett'se gripped his rifle, flipping the safety off as the ship landed with shudder that reverberated through the hull. He stood near the front, listening to Nox's speech first, then Ea. A slicer by the sounds of it. He'd have to try to catch up with her later, maybe exchange notes. Or not, slicer's tended to keep their trade secrets.

"If we can get power to a terminal, I can probably pull us a map of the station." He commented as the dropship's boarding ramp began to lower. Gett'se raised his rifle, focusing his attention on the ramp, or more importantly what lay past it. He had no idea what kind of numbers the infected had, but he didn't intend to let them get close... If he could help it.

@Orbit @Logan

 

[Nox Solus]

Ea, a fellow Solus, asked him about the number situation and Nox would just have to give her a shrug, "We don't know. The station hasn't put out any signal for a while. It could be filled with infected or even have people still holding out. Be prepared for anything." It was an honest answer and part of the reason why he had asked her to come along. Nox's skills with computers and such were dire, to say the least, and they needed to bring the station back online.

The ship finally landed with a slight shudder and Nox would give Gett'se a nod before he turned to face the ramp. He withdrew his peacekeeper in one hand, the lightsaber he had acquired from Lothal in the other. With a quick glance behind him to see that everyone was prepared, he slammed his fist against the button to open the ramp. It lowered slowly and with a groan, Nox raising his weapon at the same as he waited with the others.

But when it finally came down, they would just be greeted with an empty sort of lounge area, lights broken and off, furniture flipped over, and trash everywhere. It was pitch black except for the ramp lights and Nox stepped forward first to solve that as he lifted his hand activating the lightsaber. A white blade snapped to life with a hiss, the room illuminated in clear light and thankfully not an obscene color. With visibility restored, they would also find a sort of black goo/guck that covered parts of the walls and floor.

Stepping full off the ramp, Nox would turn to face the squads that were disembarking, "This is our fallback point and exit. We secure this floor the best we can. Lose this, we're done." A couple of Solus and Vizla nodded before they activated flashlights and walked to various spots of the room, setting up lights as well. The majority of Vizlas would handle the lower levels.

Nox then turned to Ea and Gett'se, "Let's go find a terminal. We need to know our way." With that, the Solus would start to walk down one of the hallways, his lightsaber easy to pick up so they couldn't be split.

@Logan @Arcangel

 

[Ea Solus]

As they walked down the shuttle and Nox illuminated the area around them with his lightsaber of all things, Ea's eyes darted from one side of the room to the to the other, from the floor to the ceiling. She wanted to take as much of an assessment of their situation as she could, especially if this place was going to be their fallback point should things head into the shitter.

Station layout should be accessible from any terminal we find, She said as the trio made their way down the desolated hallways. The station was eerily quiet, the only sound the subtle tapping of boots on durasteel. But judging from what we've seen so far, we might need to figure out how to restore at least partial power before worrying about a working terminal.

As they continued to walk, Ea was almost positive she heard a scratching sound a little further head of them in the dark, where the lightsaber's glow did not reach. It almost sounded like some sort of creature scuttling along the durasteel floor, but she just wasn't quite sure.

Did you hear that? She asked quietly, raising her rifle in what she hoped was just jittery paranoia.

Ea slowed her walk and continued to creep forward, hoping that they'd come across a maintenance area soon. She'd probably be able to get at least some power going if they did.

@Orbit @Arcangel

 

[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gett'se was expecting something other than nothing when the station was revealed. The glow of Nox's lightsaber illuminated what evidence of carnage had happened here. Rifle leveled as they crept through the halls, his flashlight sweeping the interiors of rooms they passed as he cleared them. "We can probably find an emergency power generator in engineering or medical." Gett'se suggested as he scanned the walls and ceilings for any sort of sign indicating where they were or where they were heading.

The tiefling Solus, Ea, spoke up. "No." Gett'se said, he hadn't. His flashlight swept past an open door. A face. He aimed his rifle and its light back at the opening. Nothing. "I think I saw something. First door on the right." He spoke gently into his com as he approached the doorway, light sweeping first one side and then the other before scanning the rest of the room.

"Nothing." He said. He had thought he saw something. A scuttling sound echoed from above them and Gett'se looked up before snapping his attention back to the room.

@Orbit @Logan

 

[Nox Solus]

Their objectives were clear. Jerry-rig a way to restore power to their sector, find a terminal, and then onto the command center. Hopefully, it would be as easy as that but he doubted it, especially given the status of the station. The two Mandalorians cleared the side-rooms but Nox kept forward as he followed the lines painted on the ground. They were different colors, each one representing something different.

As the small group came to a T section in the hallway, Nox's visor went to the wall and found the guide that had arrows for directions to each section of the ship. After a quick scan, the label for engineering would be found and giving them a sense of where to go.

Scurrying, scratches and scuttling took place all around them, in the dark and walls but it couldn't be deciphered whether it was the station itself or something else entirely. They would have to ignore it and press on. It was more important to get the power and nothing had stopped them yet. Nox glanced back to the other two before he pointed the blade to their left, This way. Keep our eyes open, this station is unsettling as shit. The sounds were perked his ears every time, even raising the hairs on the back of his neck but if they could turn on the lights, all would be better.

Nox once more led the way with a bit more of stride to his step with a destination in mind this time. With a few turns down some dark hallways, the trio would eventually arrive at a door with the word, "ENGINEERING", painted on it. The Solus gave a glance toward the other two before he deactivated his lightsaber and used both his hands to pull the door open.

When it gave with a loud bang, Nox stumbled back slightly but once more it would reveal an empty room. But, even from where he stood, he could see another door inside linked to Engineering, the Maintenance room. Viola, Nox murmured to the other two before he glanced to Ea, Can you get the power on?

@Arcangel @Logan

 

[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gett'se kept pace with the others as Nox lead the way. He nodded to himself as Nox chose to go to engineering, breathing a quiet sigh of relief. The place was unsettling enough already, likely crawling with infected. The last place he wanted to go was a medical wing where they would most definitely have to fight infected. Of course the same could be said for Engineering.

Gett'se covered Nox, his rifle barrel up and clear of the Solus'alor but aimed at the door itself that he tugged open, ready to blast anything that might come through as the way was cleared. A loud bang echoed through the large engineering room and Gett'se winced, his eyes and ears peeled for any signs that they had been discovered.

Silence.

"I got it." He said as he took point, his rifle light sweeping the room once, then more slowly as he entered. His light found no infected, and finally settled on a backup generator. He approached it, light flickering two and fro as he kept his sightline mobile before coming to kneel in front of the generator. Dust coated the machine and it had clearly not been used in quite some time, probably even before the station lost power.

"One moment." He said as he let his rifle rest on its sling as he ran his hands over the control interface of the generator. A tentative press of the start button yielded no results and there wasn't an access port to be seen so he turned to prying open the panel with his knife to access the wiring beneath. Splicing a spare connection port into the generator's starting, he pulled out his port scanner and hooked it up to the machine. With a few lines of code he commanded the slicing tool to power dump through the connection and shoot an activation signal to the starter.

With a tap on the screen, the generator gave a chug, coughing dust before lights started to flicker on and the generator started to hum loudly as it powered up.

@Orbit @Logan

 

[Nox Solus]

Gett'se instead responded and claimed that he could restore the power. Nox just offered a nod before he took a step back to give space. This was out of his skillset and would result in him standing guard with Ea while the Vizla worked with the machinery. The only sound in the room was the shuffling from Gett'se as he connected to the generator, an uneasy silence lurking outside of the room and just waiting.

Upon hearing the resuscitation of the generator, Nox turned slightly to see it rumbling slightly as all the lights in the room flicked on. An upward nod was sent toward Gett'se, Nice work. The light helped soothe a lot of his uneasiness but that perceived comfort would be shattered in moments. As the group could hear the lights turn on throughout the station, each one accompanied by a loud sort of "thunk" as power spread to each system. Not only had the station been woken up but something else entirely as well too.

A few seconds after the lights, the Mandos would be able to hear a chorus of screams that echoed down hallways and right toward them. Each one was piercing and necrotic but filled with rage at the same time like they had been disturbed. What had once been a silent station, even in their room, the group would be able to hear the creaking of the station from above and below, as if heavy traffic once more flowed through the structure.

With a quick turn of his head, he just peered at the two before he simply said, Run. Without waiting for the two to respond, Nox had bolted toward the door and flung it open for the others. He ran back the way they came as he lifted a gauntlet and activated his comm, shouting into it, Fallback point! Now! They needed to regroup. As they navigated back, they would be able to hear the sound of crashing behind them. As if doors were being pushed down or ripped open so whatever was inside could escape. The screams had grown louder and more guttural, echoing even louder with those of males and females.

After one more sharp turn, they would be able to see the flares from the perimeter they had set earlier. Nox beelined straight for it.

@Arcangel

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

The sound of Metal bending... contracting and struggling against weight and physical Trauma echoed behind them like a menace that one could not escape from, though as they made their collective retreat their path was almost highlighted as Lights came back on through the exploits of their labor.

Though that also meant that machines whirred back to life, and machines... created noise, as much as their rythmic jog, it created a deafening echo one soon drowned out by whatever broke through the Room they had just evacuated.

"Ni ne'waadas gar bat gar save tatugir, bal gar pabida gar ikidyi besbe'trayce tolase."

<"Par Alor.">

Just as Nox cut around the Corner he was greeted not only by a welcome sight but also his destination, their fallback point, and with it people of his cause, his people, or were they? These were different they were new to him but not unwelcome as they carried his Colours and his Sigils.

A Woman or what he assumed to be a Woman standing almost at equal height with him conversed with two more Mandalorians who hastily rushed towards large elongated Boxes containing various equipment, one of them was arming themselves with a Rotary Blaster whilst the other dissappeared somewhere behind his Comrade, one thing was for certain both were here prepared for the worst.

However as Nox and his entourage came closer and closer to the Perimeter they were soon greeted by their reinforcements albeit not much it was enough for the time being afterall the Alor personally was here and that was more than mandatory to protect, hailed by what seems to be the Woman giving orders to the other.

"Whatever youve done has rumbled the entire Station, it wont be overlong until we see company. Grab what you must but be mindful that its not infinite."

She gestured to a box filled loosely with Blaster Munitions, one could find atleast two spare magazines were they to search hard enough aslong as it wasnt extremely exotic munitions one was looking for, she then almost instinctively came close and pressed a weapon into Nox's chest, a Thumper... this should get interesting, and almost as if on queue the sounds were getting closer again, Time was growing short.

"Use it sparingly for it is not cheap."

@Orbit

 

[Nox Solus]

When the small group entered the lobby, they would be greeted by a heavenly sight for a Mando. Thankfully, there were numerous Mandalorians already entrenched, armed, and preparing for the oncoming assault. With renewed vigor, the small group dashed across the room and hopped over the wall of boxes that had been set up, time a matter that they couldn't waste at the moment.

The reason everyone appeared organized was a woman, a Solus specifically, and one with unique colors he hadn't seen before. Whoever she was, she had done an efficient job setting up a defense and it left practically little to order out. Aria approach him and commented on their little move of turning on the power, his lips slipping into a smirk, "What Solus doesn't love company?" The words were somewhat lighthearted as he knew what they were about to face.

A thumper was handed to him by Aria, collecting it off his chest to inspect it before he placed it on one of the crates beside him. "Last resort. We want to use this shipyard, not destroy it." Those weapons also caused a lot of noise and they didn't know how much of the infected were even coming at them. Nox would unholster his blaster pistol and place it on a nearby box, leaving it within easy reach for him as he assumed a crouch position and leveled his rifle on top of the barrier. With the last glance afforded to Aria, he gave her a nod before murmuring, "Aim true." After that, he would return his head to the hallway, the sounds of scratching and screaming growing louder.

The hallways had been lit up, allowing them to see perfectly and when the tide of undead turned the corner, the sight was terrifying. It was just bodies climbing atop of each other, limbs moving to their own accord as some were broken or just ripped off, the entire swarm drove by the single sensation of hunger as they laid eyes on the Mandalorians. Nox would only hold for a couple of seconds before his booming voice came across the comms, "NOW!" On cue and in synch, each Solus and Vizla would fire volley after volley into the wave, the entire room almost a constant color of red from the outpouring of bolts.

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

If there was a fortified position within this Spaceport, it was this very junction, a key position to hold as it forked into new ways behind them yet featured only a singular path forwards the one out of which Nox and his entourage came, many things were overturned or even entirely brought anew ranging from empty blaster boxes to mobile fortifications each of them acting as a necessary Barrier.

The Fortification was split into two staggered holds, a frontal line aswell as a fall back point staggered behind it where a secondary detachment of Mandalorians awaited, it would be foolish to cram all of them into a single hallway and therefore cramp and infringe on one another so working in Volleys was the the smartest move tactically especially against a Enemy they assumed to be pouring out like Water being released by a Dam.

"Bic daka'na bat Ol'averde."

One thing that Van'Aria knew is that whilst Nox loved to be in the front with his people fighting the good fight they also needed leadership, she grimaced beneath that Visor, if she were to make the calls she would have him nowhere near the frontlines but at the same time a Mandalorian is a Mandalorian and no matter how hard she tried she wouldn't be able to sway him, it was a matter of honor.

"Atyar'a Sacitanr! Motir ti gar Vode val cuyir gar jibr!"

Rather than join Nox immedietly at his side she had an instinct to fulfill, and as he lost himself within the glory of Combat he could hear her voice only barely cut through the constant and steady blaster fire, a cacophony of combined and precise death, what little he heard over the battle were disciplined drills that she reincited over and over, and sure enough they took root.

What was once more akin to everyone in the line unleashing their firepower turned to selective Volley-fire, those that fired their last few shots fell back replaced by a fellow Mandalorian who would take over until the previous made sure to be able to engage his targets again.

And so a rythm of Combat ensued, Blaster-fire followed by the sound of stepping forwards and back, then blaster-fire again, there was the occassional outlier of more exotic weaponry being fired and one notable exception of that was a Mandalorian with a rotary blaster who stood among the very front hosing his bolts practically down the Hallway as if he had nothing more to do than provide for his blaster to fire.

"Gtinav laam! Mhi va subay sarna ibic briik!"

And sure enough body after body would pile up but there seemed to be just no... sheer end to them, small hills created themselves in the Hallway, it was hard to keep track of the amount of death dealt and the ravenous mind of the Infected relented not, it cared naught what it stepped on as they crawled, dashed and leapt over already fallen corpses of their brethren.

And whilst the combined Firepower kept them at bay for a extended period of time it would not entirely halt their advance either, it was when they reached a tactical halfway mark that her voice rang out calling for Flamers and sure enough Nox found her Company to return to him.

Were he too engrossed in his Zone of fire she would rest a firm hand on his left shoulder as she dropped to a knee beside him, once more a inspiring sight for curiousity, she bore his colours but her name he knew not, clinking her right vambrace against his left if he permitted, it was a intentional gesture for within her right vambrace rested her flamer whilst his left vambrace housed his, it was more than evident what she suggested.

"Ni malyasa'yr cuyir gar at hbina, shi ibic gupu. Asa ol'averde ken gar liser, A nayc gaan taylir."

 

[Nox Solus]

The carnage turned out to be quite brutal. Bodies of infected would simply be torn apart by the number of bolts that would pour into them. There were even bolts that pierced through multiple and their decrepit flesh but still continued to push on. Nox kept in line with the rest of the Mandalorians with him as they fired into the only chokepoint that they flooded through.

With the combination of the volleys and flamers, the tide was eventually dealt with as hills of dead formed, the smell absolutely terrible and permeating through the station. It would have made Nox gag if he wasn't so focused on fighting, at that point his lightsaber was drawn and used to cut down any infected close to a fellow Mandalorian.

After reaching the halfway point, the onslaught would finally cease as the bodies stopped coming. Nox was covered in blood as was about everyone else that participated. He breathed heavily as he wiped his visor clear, able to see amongst the bodies several Vizla and Solus. The Alor scanned over the death, knowing the horrors of these creatures and realizing what they needed to do to their fallen brethren. The thought kept him stationary for a moment until he felt a shoulder.

Nox turned around to find the soldier he saw from before as he would clink his vambrace with hers as well. Nox held their gaze for a moment before he eventually gave her a nod. Their grips would release as he picked up his peacemaker and slid it back into its holster. "It's time to move. We need to patch into a terminal, find the command center and then access the condition of the station."

Nox then glanced to another Solus beside and gave out an order, "Gather our dead. Be prepared to burn them. It isn't what they deserve but it's what we have to do." The clansman glanced at one of the dead before giving a somber nod and directing others to help. With that taken care of, he picked out a few fellow Mandalorians with Aria and motioned with his head to the hallway. "There was a terminal at the hallway junction. That's our target right now." Nox would offer one more nod to Aria before he held up his lightsaber in one hand and carbine in the other, leading the way.

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

Working like a close fist to his side she acted as a deterrent from things getting too close to Nox and one could say she knew how to do so without being overbearing, she wasn't one for flashy maneuvers nor did she overextend herself it was only when the Fighting slowly relented and quiet returned to what was effectively the equivelant to a Kill Zone for moments ontop of moments, her Arms felt heavy but new life was breathed into her shortly afterwards.

The rebounding clang of vambrace meeting vambrace called her out of her autonomy, she had not noticed how huddled up everyone was, gazes were locked briefly and it made her question Nox for a brief moment as it was unusual for someone to give such a lengthy look but she chalked it up to him either being surprised or lost in thoughts.

"Gar tionas malyasa'yr mar'eyir nalku'na, du'car."

She reassured him, whatever it was that plagued his mind no matter the question she would answer it but not during the heat of the Battle and especially not whilst she still had a job to do. Holstering one of her Blasters after affirming that it had been fired to its conclusion she shuffled out her second pulling back its stock to convert Pistol into Carbine, placing a hand along the well polished wooden handguard before then giving Nox a affirming nod, she then gestured around almost to reaffirm the words he spoke shortly after.

"Ba'slanar va a baar sulyu, mhi enteyor cuyir dral bal o' dral par mies ibac ganar trattok'or."

<"Ka'yur, liser Ni olaror ti gar? Ni narir va aalar tase to ti viz-">

"Ni malyasa'yr va susulur bic, gar malyasa'yr hibirar at jivaor ruyot Ha'yr bal abiva etid asas gar Vode. Ibac cuyir va laam par dilkeyr."

A young Mandalorian had stepped up to Van'Aria and their conversation was more than just in earshot of Nox as it almost directly happened next to him, raising a scolding she chastised the significantly shorter "Pupil" her voice rebounded stern and without compromise it differed in tone from the one Nox had heard before it only reaffirmed that she did not tolerate selectiveness and more importantly did not tolerate viewing other Clans in different lights.

Crestfallen at the notion that he was not allowed along in the escort his shoulders slumped but to Van'Aria there was more behind the lesson of leaving him here, a Leader would see beyond the reasoning of why she made this choice it was to teach him to value simple things and staying behind to care for the deceased aswell as holding this Spot could be argued to be more important than the locating of said Terminal in a way it was a honor in disguise, a Honor someone young would not know to appreciate easily.

<"Biai gar sirbur, E'lyreilyi'r Van'Aria.">

Her name was spoken, finally Nox had a way of putting a name on the Person that seemed so different, and one he most certainly had not heard yet.

She then finally turned to Nox giving him a final nod before falling in behind him closely followed by the rest of his Escort, she made it her priority to form the Vanguard alongside the Alor, reaching up to change the Vision Modes of her Helmet to Thermal Imaging whilst slowly advancing with the Alor, care should be a given but the piles they treaded over felt uneasy and disgusting to step on, corpses not only perforated by blasters but also by whatever Virus was eating them up from the inside, sickening, letting out a deep sigh as she reaffirmed herself that things were not over focus was paramount, coping and reflecting could come later.

Following the guiding light of the Saber she shuffled up next to him giving him a brief pat on his pauldron before then pointing ahead almost as if to help Nox navigate even though she full well knew she didn't need to, she did it mainly to keep both of them focused, in the moment so to say for reaffirming to one another what their plan was made it easier to execute it than treading without communication.

"Ni cuyir nayc ta'hyetr ti Yulratasaa a meh mhi liser pabida ogir Ni malyasa'yr haa'taylir meg Ni liser narir."

 

[Nox Solus]

After Aria's conversation with her pupil, the group pressed on through the hallway. Their boots squelched against the dead bodies that littered the ground but they would eventually find the solid floor. With the power on, it was much easier to navigate through the station. The hallways were flooded with light as the group would be able to see doorways that had been had beaten or clawed through. However the infected reached the station, they quickly tore through everything.

As they neared the junction of the hallway, Nox felt a pat on his shoulder. He glanced over to find Aria and pointing while he just gave a silent nod back to aim down down his carbine. It wouldn't be too long before the group reached a terminal, one of the fellow Mandos actually speaking up first, "I'll take care of it." The rest would post up around him on watch.

The Mando would rip a panel off the side of the terminal to expose the inner machinery. Pulling a wire out of his vambrace, he would connect it to one of the data ports to receive the flow of the data stored within. The transfer wouldn't take too long to complete as the man would disconnect before standing up and downloading the information onto a PDA. "One sec... you guys should be getting the schematics to your huds... now."

A map would appear on each Mandalorian's helmet and highlighting where they currently were. The group would be able to see they still had a way to go before they reached the command center but at least they weren't lost. "Alright," Nox spoke up, "We know where our objective is now. We secure a pathway there and access the station. I'll take point." The others would nod as they checked their armaments once more before they ventured deeper. Once everyone was ready, Nox would turn around once more before he started to lead them into the metal veins of the station.

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

Walking cautiously and carefully the group made their efforts in a closed column towards their point of interest, wiping a idle hand along her Visor to clear it if only a bit which ended up only worsening the already dirtied view, annoyed she grunted to herself it would have to make due, her focus was drawn to a large hole that was seemingly man made, hand marks and bloodtrails almost... everywhere it was like the content of a bad Novel and it made her question if there was any chance to get these people back to their usual self.

Nearing the Junction and more directly the Terminal they were looking for, A Mandalorian volunteered to do the Honors, this she approved of as it meant she didn't have to contend with wires, it was surprising to her as the Mandalorian made exemplary work of the situation either he must've specialized in this or was a prodigy in the making either way he had earned her respect on the matter.

Setting up a Perimeter around the Terminal was no hard feat but definently a grueling one, noone knew when the next wave could be lurking from the shadows or if the corpses decided to no longer be corpses, a tension was in the air one that demanded absolute focus.

"Ohvaskte ramura." she remarked, it was well earned.

As her Hud sprung to life with newfound information she reviewed it silently, this thing... was a maze and she wondered if the Alor had known this before, her advisory route would have been to not even try this liberation and him heading the Operation personally? Even moreso dangerous but it took guts and these guts are largely respected.

"Ni narir va tid'ica at shukur gar larbury'awa, a tion'jor ibic tiyeagir?"

She asked as she formed the Vanguard with him slowly but surely pressing on with Nox as their Pointman the spot a Leader should occupy, it gave her opportunity to pester him with thoughts if she so pleased and whilst she was more disciplined to abstain from asking questions this one she just... wanted to ask, that and she felt like if she enjoyed any more silence it would not only drive herself mad but also break her concentration.

 

[Nox Solus]

The Mando appreciated the compliment and offered Aria a nod back before he returned to his position. Tension was high in the station because of what they were facing and the little things helped. Once everyone situated themselves on the map, Nox offered a silent hand gesture, the symbol to move forward, as he took point once again. They had to keep moving, it was the only way off as far as he was concerned.

As the group slowly navigated through the hallways, Aria appeared on his shoulder to ask about the station. After a quick sweep of his light to make sure they were relatively clear, he filled her in, "The planet is a cess-pool of AMS. The station was abandoned for obvious reasons. We need production capabilities and no one has any claim left on the shipyard. We clean it and make repairs, it becomes operational for us in a few weeks." Nox preferred that over building an entirely new one or facing an actual defense when this was available.

Even in their low voices, their words traveled easily with the rest of the station being eerily silent as well. When the last word left the Alor's mouth, the group would hear the same scuffling they had heard before. Nox would immediately halt before a second later, infected simply threw themselves through windows or doors and into the hallway to reach them. "Post up!" Without hesitation, he would begin firing into the new assault, carbine in one hand and lightsaber in the other.

The infected threw themselves at the Alor and the rest without a care for their own body. Two would try to tackle Nox at the same time but using his carbine as a stick, he stuck the barrel in the chest of one and shoved it into the other before pulling the trigger. Quickly after, his lightsaber would lash out and cut the two heads off before he kicked them away. Nox would return his focus to new threats, staying in formation with the rest.

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

She pieced the tactical merit together and whilst he had a point it induced pressure on the one holding the shipyard, with the AMS Infected in the area and more importantly always vieing to infect the next best thing they get their hands on, a questionable choice very questionable choice as it created two fronts if they werent to fully cleanse the Planet, she kept that critique to herself however she did not feel like questioning the Alor's Leadership, especially not infront of his own people.

Things again briefly turned silent as their Talk carried on but it was not a moment later that the sound of teeth chattering, feet pattering and nails scraping along metal, it was a infuriatingly invasive sound and before long a new group had gravitated to their location, the sound of a Window shattering could be heard further along the way whilst shadows stepped into doorways and soon after shuffled into the hallway.

"Narir va marer!"


Closing up she would pick up the fight on the same side as Nox, it was a choice of either forwards or back so she chose what was closest as it gave her the most time to strike but even she would have to resort to more... direct measures eventually.

Pulling the Carbine up to fire twice, one bolt soared deep down the hall hitting a shadow still far away from their position whilst the other struck the torso of another dangerously close to her, leaning back just in time to not find herself in its grasp.

One hand parted from supporting the carbine as it formed into a fist that impacted the Infected in a loud and devastating THWACK which sent even those of the unliving to the ground, not keen on leaving things unfinished she let her boot come down heavy on the back of its head turning what was once solid... into mush, her guard then immedietly came back up a glance going to Nox this was getting out of hand.

"Mhi ne'waadas a dajun."

 

[Nox Solus]

More and more infected spilled through whatever entranceway that they could find. The group was holding out at first but if they remained there, the chances would not look bright. One of the infected managed to tackle a Solus to the ground, a quick slash from his lightsaber freeing the man before he was picked up by another and returned fire.

However, there was little respite for Nox as he was halfway through a turn before another infected slammed into him. The creature bit down hard on his vambrace but it was practically useless with the beskar. Not only that, the Alor's arm was metal underneath, and instead of yanking it out, he shoved his arm further into the infected's mouth. All of the teeth would shatter before he yanked it free, decayed pieces ricocheting off his chest piece before he sliced the monstrosity down the middle.

That's when he heard Aria' voice, telling him they needed a plan. Quickly, Nox pressed a button on his gauntlet, the map once more popping up into his hud. "Let's go!" He shouted, it no longer necessary to be quiet. With a swipe of his lightsaber to clear the path, Nox charged forward to lead the way, following their original plan to reach the command center. With the power on, there was still a chance that a portion of the station's defenses was on. If they could be activated, it would make the purging of the station much easier.

The group would eventually turn into a hallway with a single door shut to prevent access. Without stopping, Nox shouted to the one who had operated the terminal, "Get it open!" The Mando just ran ahead to get started, the others beginning to form a perimeter. They were faster than the infected so they had a small window to prepare. "Flamers, repulsors, ready. Whatever happens, we don't let them reach this door." The others would nod before giving a simple, "Oya," in unison.

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

Pushed against the Wall as a Infected caught her offguard, her hands came up to push the head back before reaching her Neck, it was a dangerous close call yet she kept pushing... and pushing.

Audible cracks came from the neck as she bent the head back with sheer willpower and strength she then slowly started pressing into the decayed flesh caving in the skull after an extensive scuffle, her helmet took most of the brunt from the violent action but... it worked so she didn't complain even if a part of her wished she had Crushgaunts, it would make this easier.

Letting out a brief gasp of air as she was free she looked around for the next best path to take until Nox's voice resounded, her head snapped to him and her body followed swiftly afterwards, shoulderchecking a Infected as she ran after him she discharged a few shots yet noone of them were particularely well aimed, she was on the run and performed better hand to hand either way.

As they cut down the Hallway they soon came up on the dreaded door that kept them from their Objective, a Mandalorian shuffled past her, the one that had operated the Terminal before, seeing him jump into action aswell as Nox's voice reaffirming her own Plan she took up the Vanguard alongside her Brethren, this Door will not be lost.

"Udesla gar haal, partaylir gar drala. Ba'slanar nayc crajr o'r gar tkiriyr!"

A solid wall of albeit a small group was formed as a Perimeter and as the Infected came rushing down the Hallway after them the window to strike got ever closer and closer, giving a nod to those standing adjacent to her, she was ready and so were they.

She steadied herself as she pressed a button on her right wrist to fire up the flamer it housed and just as the first Infected came into reach she raised her wrist up and thrust it forwards before unleashing a solid wave of flame, albeit a short burst it still felt long to her and did its job relatively well yet once her burst came to an end she pulled her arm back stepping to the side so that another could take her place whilst she prepared her next burst.