Post by Darth Reaver on May 20, 2016 0:58:50 GMT
(OOC As in my previous Group mission's I will be posting in here every 4 to 5 days. If you havent replied by then it will be taken as you continuing to do whatever you had done in your last post, and responded to as such.)
A senior officer in the uniform of the Heavy Infantry but wearing the tabs of a staff officer attached to the Military Executor's office hurried into his office "Lord Reaver, a transmission has come in you need to see", he said breathlessly as he handed across a holodisc. Reaver took in the appearance of the officer, and knowing him to be normally calm, capable and unruffled, raised his left eyebrow. He took the disc and fed it into the holoplayer on his desk...
There was a burst of static, followed by a close up of a pale scared looking young face, tears pouring unheeded down its cheeks. "Oh gods, oh gods, I'm going to die" he could be heard mumbling before stepping backwards so that the holocamm could see more of him. This revealed him to be a young man in his late teens and wearing a creased and torn uniform of a wingman in the Union fleet. From off camera there came the noise of pounding against metal. The young officer glanced that way fearfully before swallowing and making a visible effort to compose himself
"I am Wingman Thracken Prowler of the Bayonet class Light cruiser Tourmaline. I am the last surviving officer and possibly the last surviving member of the crew." the pounding off camera intensified and the officer glanced that way again and seemed to pale even further "We intercepted a distress call from an archaeological expedition on the planet Odacer-Faustin. The message was garbled and confused and all we could gather was something about illness and that they were under attack."
"We arrived at the planet and were unable to make contact with any members of the expedition. Captain Wintle made the decision to land on the planet, so we located a icefield near the expedition headquarters large enough for our hull. As we landed and opened our entry hatch we were greeted by a seemingly insane man who ran up the boarding ramp and began to gibber about how we hed to leave the planet before 'they' ate us all. He was wild eyed, panic stricken, though he did have what aapeared to be a badly infected bite on his arm. Captain Wintle tried to interrogate him but couldnt get anything out of him except that we had to leave. Then he threw up. The Captain ordered him taken to the sickbay, tranquilised and restrained. In the meantime he decided to lead a detachment of the crew and troops to the expedition base in order to try and find any further survivors and establish what happened."
There came a loud undulating scream and Wingman Prowler visibly shuddered. "Shortly after he left, the Medbot reported that the patient was deteriorating rapidly. Then Captain Wintle commed us to say that he had found records. The archaeologists had found a human corpse frozen deep in the ice at the location of their dig, a former academy of some kind. The ice meant that the body was extremely well preserved, so they decided to dig it out, and bring it inside one of their temporary buildings to thaw out. Captain Wintle said that the rest o the records were damaged and that he would report in once they had repaired them. We then were told that our one survivor had just died in the sickbay."
"Captain Wintle called in suddenly telling us he was coming back, and orderring us to full combat alert. He also ordered us to throw the survivor off the ship. When he was told he had died he became almost hysterical yelling at us to get it off before it was too late. At that point we heard blaster fire opened up in the background, and the Captain told us he was under attack by the dead. We thought we had misheard him, and he repeated quite insistantly that his detachment were being attacked by the walking corpses of the expedition staff and also what appeared to be the remains of people who had died millenia ago. We would have thought he was insane except we got reports that the dead survivor had sat up in the sick bay and attacked those troops who had been sent to dispose of his body. A trooper reported that the corpse had been hit several time by blaster fire and it hadnt slowed it down. All it had wanted to do was was eat anyone it met. Several of our crew were injured. These switly became ill, and within a matter of minutes the first of them had died, and reanimated. The sickness quickly spread. I witnessed my best friend screaming in agony as he was held down by three dead members of our crew and eaten alive. I couldnt help him. We couldnt help anyone. Fairly rapidly the chief engineer was the senior unaffected officer still on the ship, he said we couldnt allow the sickness to get off planet, so he took his chief warrant engineer with him and they used the service tunnels and crawlways to get to engineering where they sabotaged our engines, then they were discovered by the undead crewmembers. The chief committed suicide but the warrant officer wasnt as lucky. The result was the same though, I've seen both of them roaming the ship attacking living crewmembers."
The noise from off camera grew even louder and the young officer looked that way fearfully as a loud screech of tortured metal was heard "We have been here less than one day. None of Captain Wintles detachment made it back to the ship, I dont know how many of the infected he faced, but according to our medbot before he was damaged this sickness appears to be immune to all our normall treatment regimens. There is no cure. Dont try and rescue us, there will be no survivors. Every member of our crew and troops we carried, we will all become one of those creatures..."
There came a loud growl "Oh gods they're in" Wingman Prowler whimpered and backed off fearfully out of camera range, three shambling shuffling troops, with grey skin and showing damage to their bodies that would have stopped a normal person passed in front of the camera reaching out towarss him, with blood stained hands and off screen the young officer began to scream in agony and fear
Reaver sat there for a minute, and closed his eyes. Suddenly he looked up his eyes burning and began to snap out orders decisively "Quarantine that planet. No ship is to go near it. Bann all civilian traffic from the entire system. I want that planet blockaded. Tell the senior officer to expect a ship carrying a party of Sith to take care of the matter, but in the meantime no one or nothing is to land on that planet, and anything that tries to take off is to be destroyed before it leaves the atmosphere. Send a message to all Sith currently onboard New Bethrezen, regardless of their rank or position to report for briefing for an urgent mission. Tell the Consul as well, tell Lord Lucifer, its Blackwing. Oh and put Prowler in for a Medal"
A senior officer in the uniform of the Heavy Infantry but wearing the tabs of a staff officer attached to the Military Executor's office hurried into his office "Lord Reaver, a transmission has come in you need to see", he said breathlessly as he handed across a holodisc. Reaver took in the appearance of the officer, and knowing him to be normally calm, capable and unruffled, raised his left eyebrow. He took the disc and fed it into the holoplayer on his desk...
There was a burst of static, followed by a close up of a pale scared looking young face, tears pouring unheeded down its cheeks. "Oh gods, oh gods, I'm going to die" he could be heard mumbling before stepping backwards so that the holocamm could see more of him. This revealed him to be a young man in his late teens and wearing a creased and torn uniform of a wingman in the Union fleet. From off camera there came the noise of pounding against metal. The young officer glanced that way fearfully before swallowing and making a visible effort to compose himself
"I am Wingman Thracken Prowler of the Bayonet class Light cruiser Tourmaline. I am the last surviving officer and possibly the last surviving member of the crew." the pounding off camera intensified and the officer glanced that way again and seemed to pale even further "We intercepted a distress call from an archaeological expedition on the planet Odacer-Faustin. The message was garbled and confused and all we could gather was something about illness and that they were under attack."
"We arrived at the planet and were unable to make contact with any members of the expedition. Captain Wintle made the decision to land on the planet, so we located a icefield near the expedition headquarters large enough for our hull. As we landed and opened our entry hatch we were greeted by a seemingly insane man who ran up the boarding ramp and began to gibber about how we hed to leave the planet before 'they' ate us all. He was wild eyed, panic stricken, though he did have what aapeared to be a badly infected bite on his arm. Captain Wintle tried to interrogate him but couldnt get anything out of him except that we had to leave. Then he threw up. The Captain ordered him taken to the sickbay, tranquilised and restrained. In the meantime he decided to lead a detachment of the crew and troops to the expedition base in order to try and find any further survivors and establish what happened."
There came a loud undulating scream and Wingman Prowler visibly shuddered. "Shortly after he left, the Medbot reported that the patient was deteriorating rapidly. Then Captain Wintle commed us to say that he had found records. The archaeologists had found a human corpse frozen deep in the ice at the location of their dig, a former academy of some kind. The ice meant that the body was extremely well preserved, so they decided to dig it out, and bring it inside one of their temporary buildings to thaw out. Captain Wintle said that the rest o the records were damaged and that he would report in once they had repaired them. We then were told that our one survivor had just died in the sickbay."
"Captain Wintle called in suddenly telling us he was coming back, and orderring us to full combat alert. He also ordered us to throw the survivor off the ship. When he was told he had died he became almost hysterical yelling at us to get it off before it was too late. At that point we heard blaster fire opened up in the background, and the Captain told us he was under attack by the dead. We thought we had misheard him, and he repeated quite insistantly that his detachment were being attacked by the walking corpses of the expedition staff and also what appeared to be the remains of people who had died millenia ago. We would have thought he was insane except we got reports that the dead survivor had sat up in the sick bay and attacked those troops who had been sent to dispose of his body. A trooper reported that the corpse had been hit several time by blaster fire and it hadnt slowed it down. All it had wanted to do was was eat anyone it met. Several of our crew were injured. These switly became ill, and within a matter of minutes the first of them had died, and reanimated. The sickness quickly spread. I witnessed my best friend screaming in agony as he was held down by three dead members of our crew and eaten alive. I couldnt help him. We couldnt help anyone. Fairly rapidly the chief engineer was the senior unaffected officer still on the ship, he said we couldnt allow the sickness to get off planet, so he took his chief warrant engineer with him and they used the service tunnels and crawlways to get to engineering where they sabotaged our engines, then they were discovered by the undead crewmembers. The chief committed suicide but the warrant officer wasnt as lucky. The result was the same though, I've seen both of them roaming the ship attacking living crewmembers."
The noise from off camera grew even louder and the young officer looked that way fearfully as a loud screech of tortured metal was heard "We have been here less than one day. None of Captain Wintles detachment made it back to the ship, I dont know how many of the infected he faced, but according to our medbot before he was damaged this sickness appears to be immune to all our normall treatment regimens. There is no cure. Dont try and rescue us, there will be no survivors. Every member of our crew and troops we carried, we will all become one of those creatures..."
There came a loud growl "Oh gods they're in" Wingman Prowler whimpered and backed off fearfully out of camera range, three shambling shuffling troops, with grey skin and showing damage to their bodies that would have stopped a normal person passed in front of the camera reaching out towarss him, with blood stained hands and off screen the young officer began to scream in agony and fear
Reaver sat there for a minute, and closed his eyes. Suddenly he looked up his eyes burning and began to snap out orders decisively "Quarantine that planet. No ship is to go near it. Bann all civilian traffic from the entire system. I want that planet blockaded. Tell the senior officer to expect a ship carrying a party of Sith to take care of the matter, but in the meantime no one or nothing is to land on that planet, and anything that tries to take off is to be destroyed before it leaves the atmosphere. Send a message to all Sith currently onboard New Bethrezen, regardless of their rank or position to report for briefing for an urgent mission. Tell the Consul as well, tell Lord Lucifer, its Blackwing. Oh and put Prowler in for a Medal"