Log:Explorer's Guild: Infection Connection

Explorer's Guild: Infection Connection

OOC Date: November 9, 2017
Location: Sunbelt Asteroid Field
Participants: Explorer's Guild: Corr Waldin, Sar Yavok, Sapphira Solari, Sugg, Netep Muri, Eilam; Independents: Adhar Gann, Jehni'va Cihn

The Sunbelt Asteroid Field is a wide expanse of space rocks floating in Hutt space. Some are bigger than others, of course, and the irregular sizes and orbital patterns make this a particularly dangerous place to be. However, the Galactic Accord on Bioweapons has designated a crashed ship out there among them a high priority for recovery due to the nature of the research being carried on board.

And so it is that the Explorer's Guild has ventured forth to meet the call of duty and a cash reward. Strapped into a seat in the Dusty Jawa II, Corr Waldin peers through the viewport out at the asteroids floating lazily along through space as they begin to fly into the outskirts of the field. "Alright everyone," he says on an open channel. "Come in nice and easy. From what I understand, one bad bump against one of these big ones is all it takes. The wreck's s'posed to be in the middle of the field. How they thought flyin' it in there was a good idea, I ain't exactly figured out, but at least it's kept it safe till we could get here. Be careful and keep a weather eye out for bogeys. GAB's tryin' to keep this hushed up but there's always leaks."

"Coulda been trying to shake someone," Sar says, helming the Jawa. The old freighter lists slowly through the belt. Looking over his shoulder at the rest of the crew, he says, "One of y'all keep your eyes on those sensors, too."

Sapphira has shorn her knitted poncho, wearing a tank top now over her fitted pants. Fitted clothes are better in the engine room, there's less to catch on. But she does wear that long pendant from Tanaab, as she always does. She moves amidst the giant machinery, as quick and easy as though she were knitting a lacy doilie. "Eveyrthing's humming down here, Sir," Sapphira reports up.

On the Dusty Jawa II, a dashing young Rodian reclines in one of the open passenger seats, his hands clasped behind his head with his weird suction cup fingers twined together. His feet are stuck out in front of him as far as they can be, and his head is tilted back while he croons up at the ceiling, "Thugg'th too thexy for hith thirt, too thexy for hith thirt..." His head bobs to the timing of his singing, looking around at any who make eye contact as if expecting them to join in with his song.

Netep's seated up front, where she doesn't have to crane her neck to see around the taller heads and broader shoulders in this little space. Also, it means it's her hands and eyes helping to navigate them through in one piece, and that's put a thin layer of sweat across her brow. "Maybe someone flew it in there for an intentional crash..." she says while they narrowly cruise between converging mini-roids and squeak out the other side. "Send the whole blasted research up in flames ya know? Ain't a government in this galaxy needs bioengineering know-how like that in their pocket. Shit's the ender of worlds. Maybe." A quick twist around shoots a 'wtf' look Sugg's way before she snaps back to the sensors.

Now Adhar flies the Distant Star a lot, but it's a great damn big boat and this ain't Soccorro, so apparently he's going to have the same luck as the last time he brought a tub in and clip a big old lump of nickel-iron. "Dammit," Adhar mutters as the ship rocks faint and the shields snap back by a large fraction. "Well, don't worry, Eilam. This boat's made by the Mon Calamari, so it's roughly twice as tough as most ships in its class. Goes underwater, you know. We'll be fine."

Yes. Fine. So long as another damn rock appears, apparently.

As far as Eilam was concerned, the entire ordeal was... a bit more dangerous than he intended to sign onto. Somehow he didn't really understand there was going to be this much jostling or sounding like they were being attacked and to strapped into one of the seats, he was mostly just trying not to get jostled too hard. A folded-up cloak served as a make-shift pillow behind his head and otherwise, well, time would tell.

"Look alive, Crona!" Jehni'va Cihn, clad in her usual gray jumpsuit and goggles, rubs at the harness'd, bespeckled-to-match anooba strapped beside her. So maybe she fibbed to Nyla a little bit about the potential dangers of this job - she definitely left out the 'asteroids' and 'possible bogeys' parts - but that's not important now. "One rock, two rock..." She hums softly to herself as she maneuvers without incident nor flair into the asteroids, keeping the other ships in sight. >"Alright there, Star?"< She comms over to Adhar and Eilam.

"Yeah, well, that's why we're here," Corr agrees with Muri, leaning forward in his seat to peer out at a particularly large asteroid as they sail beneath it, heading towards the faint signal of the foundered XS-800 carrying the research. >"You two stay on the lookout out there, we don't know as we're alone and these rocks aren't friendly neither,"< he advises.

Sar is distracted with who knows what, probably a text from his Trandoshan booty call, and thus is completely unaware of the asteroid heading straight for the Dusty Jawa.

"Moving through the asteroid fields? Boosting shields ... just in case, you know ... wait, Jehn?" Sapphira's voice crackles through the radio. "Gosh, is that Jehn? It's Sapphira!" Her voice has taken on that high pitched oh-em-gee shrill that women use to greet each other in excitement. "Oh, right, uh, shields at 125 percent and climbing, power diverted from thrusters," she reports. "Jehn, I missed you!"

Sugg isn't really invested in the piloting going on ahead of him. He more or less trusts his fate into the hands of Sar and Muri, and so continues singing his song to himself, hips shifting and left and right in his seat. He spots Muri as she turns around to give him that wtf look, and he simply looks back at her with a surprised expression. "What? Don't act like you don't agree, mami. Thugg hath theen you watching him walk," he says, before giggling.

"SHFAT!" Netep cries out in alarm in a strained accent as that asteroid is suddenly WAY too close for comfort. A flick here, smack there, and the little nomad ducks the freighter around with a sideways flip juuuust enough to avoid getting this 'Jawa' MORE dusty. One hand's still clapped over her foul mouth as they emerge on the other side to find the sensors merrily chirping what their eyes are seeing: They've arrived. You can breathe now, Muri. "Okay," there's just a small tremor in her voice as her heart slows its fluttering to something akin to a humanoid heartbeat once more. "Nice job in the pit, Sapphira," because one ALWAYS gives a shout out to their engineers! "Looks like we got pleeeeenty of docking space." >"Heads up,"< she advises the other two ships already landed over comms as they do just that and blast some more space dust into the void with their thrusters. >"Uhkm choob...<" her voice can be heard to scoff a little more faintly as she switches comms too late, eyes on Sugg.

"You'd think as many runs I've made to Socorro and past the Maw, fine, but no! Damned Hutt rocks trying to kill us. We're fine, just hull scratches." And of course, he easily navigates the even nastier rocks within the field. In fact, he easily guides the lumbering frieghter through like a boss, touching down on the asteroid's surface without any more incident. Perhaps it's the ship's bulk compared to the other two that sets Sar off. Who knows? At least the Jawa's plated up like a boss.

Once the ship settles, Adhar looks to Eilam. "You see? No problem." Then he calls over the comms, "Right, so what's the game plan here, Corr? I don't know that everyone's rated for vacc suits."

>"Eyes on target."< Jehni'va drawls through the general comms, twin engines of the HWK-290 firing as she swings the Hotbox through the field, gimballing systems engaging with a whine; the boost in maneuverability has her dropping the Hotbox on the asteroid a step ahead the rest. The squeal of glee that shrieks through her comm device incites a small grin as the pilot unstraps. "Pickle, keep 'er warm for me - >Sapphira you saucy hunk of stardust, how the hell are ya?"< She stoops to loose the straps that keep the anooba safely strapped to the pilot's seat as her and Nyla's R2 unit plugs into the console. She keeps mushing on the canine's face. >"Keep an eye on mommy's ship my tusky woo woo - who does mommy love? Is it you? It /is/ you!"< She croons, failing to switch her comm off.

While she waits for the other ships to set down, Jehn drags her flight suit on, a bit of an armor upgrade for the pilot, and handy for a vacuum environment. The entry ramp disengages with a hiss.

>"Yeah, that's why I brought some vac masks,"< Corr informs Adhar over the comms, pulling open a drawer in the cockpit of the Jawa and distributing the devices, basically scuba masks for your face, among his team members. "They're good for maybe ten, fifteen minutes, and a hell of a lot cheaper," he confides, pulling his on and activating it as he steps into the airlock. Sapphira, the engineer, gets a call. "Report to the airlock, Ms. Solari, we're goin' out there."

Out on the surface of the asteroid, it's realllly low gravity, so don't jump too hard. Corr starts moon-walking along towards the craft, towing a folding, multi-joint ladder along with him to get up to the XS-800's airlocks. >"Gonna need a computer whiz to hack us into this wreck,"< he announces, shoving the ladder up against the derelict.

Sar Yavok disappears for a few minutes after the Jawa touches down on the asteroid or meteor or whatever it is. The door to the captain's quarters slides open with a hiss and, lo and behold, a heavily armored Sar Yavok comes stepping out. He grins, apparently just over the moon that his custom armor got finished just in time for the job. He slides the helmet on and presses a button on the side of it, causing a loud hissing sound to echo through the metallic interior of the ship. He speaks, his voice now heavily vocoded, "Everybody ready?"

"Yes, sir," Sapphira says, and indeed she will report to the airlock, with her face mask ready to go. She attaches it, and checks it, and then triple checks it again. Even so, she'll hand toward the back of the group for this one. Even when she speaks, her voice is quiet ... a back-of-the-line kind of voice. "I can try, if no one else's good for that sorta thing. Sir."

And, as there's no one else to do it, Sapphira steps up to the mechanism, almost sheepishly starting to flick switches, press buttons. She wrinkles her mouth beneath the mask in thought, and flicks a few more switches. There's a sudden spark ... and the airlock of the target ship slides open. "Oh," Sapphira says, as though she's the one that's surprised.

Sugg has been in space... but he hasn't been IN SPACE. As the mask is sent his way, he looks at it doubtfully for a few moments, large eyes pivoting from it to Corr. "Thugg ain't tho thure that tethe were made to fit the unique fathial thtructure of the Rodianth, both. Ethpethially not the bone thtructure that maketh Thugg tho pretty..." he is saying in Corr's ear as he follows much too closely to the man. "Theriouthly," he begins to go into further detail, holding the mask up to his face to demonstrate how it simply will not work. Accidentally toggling the power on, the mask suctions to his face abruptly, scaring the little Rodian and causing him to fall backwards onto his back with a loud squeal.

Leaping to his feet quickly, because surely nobody saw it if he bounces up quickly enough, he follows the rest out. Taking the warning about jumping too high far too seriously and scooting his feet across the surface of the asteroid like a little Sugg choo choo train.

"Ooo!" Netep feigns her delight. "How very cost-conscious of you..." The woman's a little slow to disentangle herself from the harness and then streeeeeeeetch like she hadn't had enough legroom in that seat. (It was more than enough). Like Sapphira, she multi-checks her breathing appartus obsessively before stepping anywhere near that airlock and does a pat down of self to ensure all personal effects are clipped securely. And her hair. Well, hell. A very happhazard braid job is done, which really is going to equate to one giant knot of snared glass, feathers, beads, and whatever other crap she's got woven into those strands later on when she tries to UNDO the whole mess. Things we do for science...

"Snazzy," Muri informs Sar with a pat to his cobalt breastplate before stepping /carefully/ out and following after Sugg.

"Right." Adhar happens to know Eilam's armor, so if the waif will let him he will demonstrate how to swap out the helmet mask with a breather mask - you know, enough time to use it so that they can /cross the surface of a freezing asteroid/. Good thing that's a survival suit. Adhar himself ensures a breath feed is fitted into the breath-mask of his own armor, making it look frankly like something from a horror movie where the killer is a droid, and once that's done kicks the seal on the Distant Star's airlock so the two of them can make their way to the target. Because, you know. Hey. Space.

"Perhaps I will just let all of you... get things sorted out and I will enter after you are all safely inside? My constitution is not the best." Was Eilam nervous? Yes, yes he was. "In fact, I'll just.. I will let you all go do that and I will just... stay here and be safe until I can proceed." Eilam could be seen fidgeting with something, wearing that new silk-padded armor he had on. He wasn't going to hide the whole time, but he'd much rather be somewhere he feels in control of his own ability to not go splat on an asteroid. Of course, Adhar was taking matters into his own hands and just... yeah. Eilam was /quite/ nervous at the moment, trying to follow along while kitted-up however Adhar set him up. Because not like he really has the ability to do it himself!

Computer whiz? Can't help you there. "Crona, /no/!" Jehn scolds, grabbing an anooba paw as the beast goes sailing by her out the open ramp, still wearing those goggles Jehn forces her to wear (despite the pilot's continued assurances of 'look, she /loves/ them', the anooba does not, indeed, appear to love them). The cargo trader stuffs the 'noob back on board, though an avid listener might hear a softly whispered promise for walkies later.

Long legs carry Jehni'va toward the ship wreckage, grinning brightly at the floating tug of null-G, and eyeing up, up, up that ladder to follow Sap's progress. She misses the opening door when her attention whips towards the movement as Sugg does his thing, and behind her mask she grins, flashing him a thumbs up. "Oh, are we in?"

"We're in," Corr confirms, scuttling up the ladder into the XS-800's airlock and gesturing for the others to follow. With everyone up the ladder and inside as quickly as possible (because it /is/ nippy out there), the airlock is sealed again and the entry into the foundered research vessel is opened.

The inside of the research freighter is dimly horrifying, lit only by the emergency lighting system's faint flickering spasms of power. All other systems have gone offline except for the backup reserves keeping the airlocks functional, a few last vestiges of light, and the computer systems operational. There's no vacuum inside but the air is thin. "Well, I guess we ought to start at the bridge," Corr theorizes, switching his mask to low-oxygen mode but keeping it on. The hallway leads in exactly two directions away from the airlock, meaning they have a choice to make here.

Sar Yavok makes his way into the smushed ship and taps another button on the side of his helmet. Low-light vision mode is clutching it out now for sure. He slides his S-5 out of its holster and begins heading towards where the bridge should be. CEC designs are fairly universal, after all.

Sapphira will follow. In line, she's behind Sar after getting the door open. That means poor Sar will have to deal with Sapphira's hand on his back, as though this were an elementary school line and no one wanted to get lost. "Soon as we get to the Bridge, maybe I can get everything going again, sir. It's possible, anyway, if things are still salvageable. Sir." You know, hedging her bets. If it doesn't work, it's not her fault!

Sugg lifts a hand to his face and blows a kiss toward Jehni'va in reply to her thumbs up, then follows the rest up into the ship. He doesn't have a ton to input for now, simply following along in the wake of those who seem like they know where they are going.

"We wanna split up?" Muri looks over her shoulder in the direction Sar does NOT advance. "Time crunch and all?" Her mask fogs rhythmically and she shoves up a sleeve to eyeball her chronometer. "Be a good idea to see what atmo is in here, yeah? Maybe breathable? If Solari can get systems back online, I vote that we rig a timer on the nav comp to jettison this thing into the nearest star. I mean what do we plan to DO with what we find?" The fogging comes faster. There's never been doubt, since the time Corr mentioned this job to Netep, what her feelings are regarding this 'research'. She's a vocal girl. It's her job. The sight of Eilam in his vac mask and armor DOES warrant a second look from her, and a ghost of a grin fortunately fails to break the seal of her own apparatus.

Yeah, guns out for this one. His coat well-fitted over the bulk of his armor, Adhar kicks in the nightvision filter inside his helmet. A touch of a stud with the tip of his tongue and his world transforms into electric shades of green, making the obscured guts of the freighter clear to him now; drawing his Series III, he holds the tuned-up blaster like a ward against evil. "Waldin," he asks, "Where do you want me?"

"Well, since it is so dark in here, how about we use this to see easier?" And with that, Eilam, who had been otherwise following silently, reaches down to pull something out of the satchel he had with him. What was it? It... it's gaudy. And there's no telling why the Ghostling had this, or how much it might have cost him, but... it was a good light source as he started looking around with the weapon held in his right hand like a giant glowstick.

The kiss Sugg blows her is met with a revolted expression behind Jehn's insect-like helmet and she picks up her pace, clambering up the ladder and trotting to catch up with the others and distance herself from the Rodian. "I can help with that." Jehn offers at the talk of fixing the ship up, panting a little as she pulls up behind Sapphira. The sudden burst of light behind her elicits an 'oh!' of surprise as Jehn turns the expressionless visor of her flight suit on Eilam. "That's some fancy shit." She comments after a moment, whistling low. She isn't military, she isn't in for all these 'sirs' and 'tactics' - she's just... Hangin' out, bright and cheerful to be of use.

As the group nears the bridge, a voice greets them from the shadows, a low, ringing tone that fills the hallways. "You should not have come here. No one should have come here. We were supposed to be abandoned." Stepping from the darkness, a man in scientist's garb, his cheeks gaunt and pale, stares at them from behind a pair of polished spectacles, glaring in the light of Eilam's stunsaber.

Corr raises a hand to halt the group. "What're you talkin' about? The Galactic Accord sent us to recover the research before it could fall into unfriendly hands."

"The research has been destroyed! I am all that remains of the research team. I could- I could not allow it to exist any longer," he gasps, raising a skeletal hand. "They're dead, all of the others."

"Don't get too familiar, Solari. I'd hate to hear about Kasia whoopin' your ass," Sar's metallic voice remarks. "Just cause she's married doesn't mean she ain't pinin' for ol' Sar, y'know?" He chuckles softly beneath his helmet.

As they happen upon the token mad scientist, Sar raises his pistol to point at the man. "I didn't fly all the way out here just to have some science-type lie to my face. So, try that again before I get impatient."

"Only ass she's gonna whoop is yours, Sir," Sapphira responds from behind Sar. She doesn't lower her hand. Know what? It's dark and she's taking no chances! That means that Sapphira walks up Sar's heels a step or two when he finally stops, but while he deals with the scientist, Sapphira turns to the left, down another corridor. "This might lead to the engine room," she mutters to Sar, and while he deals with ... you know, whatever ... Sapphira takes a turn and disappears in the dark

Sugg walks along with the rest, not saying anything. His squeaks out in alarm as the brightness of Eilam's toy springs into life, his overlarge eyes squinting painfully. As the mad scientist type seeming springs out at them threateningly, he leaps sideways in front of Muri and Jehni'va as if to protect them with his body. "Ole Thugg hath you!" he squeaks out. "He won't let..." Trailing away, he draws his blaster and spins around to point it between the two women and in the direction they just came from. "Thugg hear'th thomething!" he announces.

There's some other explicative blurting from Muri's mouth as Sugg almost knocks her over with his chivalrous act and she swats him not too gently, before giving that swung gun arm a wiiide berth. She glances behind to follow Sugg's point, waves him along like '/you/ check it out', then resumes course. She takes a few slow and cautious steps forward AROUND Sugg to flank Sar and tip her head in study of the sad looking scientist. "Maybe they're dead, maybe not. But you're not being entirely forthcoming, my friend...." Netep purrs, too-bright eyes extra squinty over the rim of smushedup vacmask cheeks. "Y'know, there's a reason folks don't like to play cards with a Lorrdian. We are so very good at reading faces," she sounds almost apologetic as she says it, too.

Eilam was quiet when the scientist came up, listening to him and looking around a little before hearing what the others had to say. Though he did turn and face Corr, looking up at him and speaking quietly. "How about we let this man come back to our ships? I think he is tired, perhaps crazy from hunger." Though between himself and Corr, Eilam holds up 1 finer and thumbs towards the scientist, then holds up another 3 and thumbs behind him, before saying softly to just Corr, "Hostage?"

"Aw, dude." Jehn winces, stepping forward as the scientist comes stumbling out, an arm reflexively raising as if to catch the guy. "Sar, wait, I think he's telling the truth." She blurts out, that hand moving hesitantly toward Yavok's arm instead. Jehni'va Cihn: so innocent, so pure, so... /So/ very stupid. "Guys, give him a break - he's obviously been through a lot. Sir, it's okay. We'll get the ship, uh, well we'll try to get it running, but either way we will get you out of here." She promises, turning as Sapphira heads toward the engines. "I'll help." She decides, since diplomacy and the shooting that often follows it have never been her thing. She trusts that everything is fine with the scientist and that no one will shoot him, because he just really seems like a nice guy.

While Sar and Muri are dealing with the scientist, Corr is distracted by Eilam and whatever it is he's trying to signal to him. "A what? What for? He's by himself," he replies quietly, turning to peer back at the tall, lanky academic as Sar abruptly draws on him.

To Corr's surprise (and surely Jehn's), the scientist pulls a gun of his own, shooting it once into the ceiling as he shrieks "Spring the trap! Now, now, now!" He dives into the cover of a nearby doorway, while further down the hall from both directions, a trio of space pirates duck out into the passageway, preparing to open fire on the Explorers.

Sar Yavok grunts as stuff starts popping off. The scientist bolts towards the doorway, but Sar's quick on the draw. He fires a cable from his S-5 and manages to wrap around one of the man's legs. Clipping the S-5 to his belt, Sar begins tugging at the cable, "C'mere, you wily sumbitch!"

Sugg's DL-44 is still out and trained toward the rear of the group, eyes squinted as he tries to spot the source of the footsteps he had heard earlier. As the screaming to spring the trap reaches his ears, Sugg doesn't drop his blaster, but rather uses his other hand to snatch an adhesive grenade from his belt. His thumb swipes across the power switch and he flings the grenade at the three charging pirates. The foam explodes, sticking all three in place and Sugg fires off a "warning" shot that is really just a missed shot. "Thtop!" he calls out threateningly.

"Wh--" Muri's frown of concern turns dark, morphing into an enraged /glower/ after the Scientist proves her and Sar's supsicions correct. Sort of. His own wielding of a weapon did come as a bit of a surprise. "YOU'RE AN INSULT TO INTELLECTUALS EVERYWHERE!!" she bellows after the cover-seeking 'scientist'. "A TRAITOR OF SCIENCE!" While everyone else is hurling blaster bolts, tow cables, and sticky grenades, she is hurling chastisement and hurt feelings. "Reel him in!" she encourages Sar's fishing "Let's get him talking..." As she flattens herself best she can against the bulkhead and fumbles a hand into vest.

Adhar Gann, for his part, isn't bothering with 'warning shots' - he sights the fleeing scientist and with mechanical precision and squeezes the trigger of his blaster twice. The first shot goes wide, but the second finds center mass...and though the bolt that strikes him is bright blue, so overcharged is the weapon that a good bit of that neurodisruptive effect is going to be long-term nerve damage. Suck it, smarty. Science will bring you down!

"EEEK!"

Eilam may be male, and he may technically have balls, but right now the only thing he had was his tail proverbially tucked between his legs as he dove for cover behind the others, cowering with the glowing stun stick in the way between himself and the firefight.

"You'll never stop me now!" the scientist cries in resolute fury at Sar as the man's grappling hook wraps around a leg, and starts delivering shocking jolts to his body. It's not pleasant, but the old-looking guy fights it, trying to drag himself into a different room and away from Sar. "The virus is mine! It's mine, and I'm gonna infect the whole galaxy! I'm gonna poison the entire dimension! I'm gonna- gah!" Adhar's stun-blast shuts him up.

However, his half-dozen friends are still functional, even if three of them are glued to the floor. They return fire in a furious hail of blaster-fury, tiny explosions echoing off the walls in gouts of flame. Corr draws his pistol from its holster quick as a flash, but nothing happens when he pulls the trigger. "Aw, hell." Time to reload.

With the scientist out of action, Sar disconnects the cable from his blaster pistol, but leaves it hanging on his belt. Running up on one of the would-be ambushers, Sar rears back and sends a textbook jab into the man's gut. However, his follow-up goes wide.

Sugg still has his blaster on the three that he stuck, thinking for sure that they will realize just who they are up against. When they return fire, he squeaks out in alarm, and then there is a loud wail of pain as one of them actually hits him. His eyes snap back on them, suddenly narrowed in rage as he rips another grenade from his hip and hurls it into the midst of the three that had been stuck. The weapon detonates and sends a chemical agent airborne that rockets outward toward all three, sucking heat from the air and creating an intense freezing sensation. The three pirates begin to seize where they stand, effected by the intense cold, body parts closest to the detonation point beginning to turn black with frostbite as the collapse to the floor.

Yuuup. Insult to intelligence. Muri headshakes disdainfully at the twitchy labcoat as he succumbs to the blast. So she's got options - return fire (poorly) at those damn pirates back there and probably tag one of her comrades who clearly have things under control, oooor...for a very long three heartbeats, her left hand flexes nervously around the tiny Czerka drawn from vest, then she opts for plan B.

"Cover me!" The little linguist scurries forward while popping off shitty shots at whatever pirate faces are peeping out of other doorways far ahead and resumes her mission track. She makes a duck/dive/stumble for the room that mad scientist was trying to crawl into. Must find virus!

Meanwhile, Adhar strides toward the remaning fighters, their blaster shots ignored entirely as he levels his gun at them - and fires over the screaming Muri, striking both men with supercharged bolts of electricity even as she tags one herself. It's enough to put them down, easily, probably with more brain damage than they had signing up for this job in the first place...and for a smuggler, Adhar is in that moment a bit scary. At the very least a good shot.

Whoom, whoom, whoom, that'd be the sound of Eilam waving the stunsaber in front of his face trying to dissuade anyone from coming for him as he sits against the wall and tries to look small. Yeah, he's not cut out for fighting. Makes one wonder why he even went for a weapon period if he's not going to use it.

Moaning on the floor as Muri runs past is the scientist, his hair stuck out in odd directions by the multiple shocks his body has undergone, muttering half-consciously to himself, "Infected, you're all infected... gonna... infect the galaxy, blood from the eyes..." That's nice. That's real nice.

Seeing as the others have it covered with the cheap mercs that the scientist really should have invested a little more on, Corr follows after Muri, who's found the bridge. "At this point I don't even know if they got the codes for a virus on this thing or if it's just that crazy guy," he mentions quietly. "You know how to check these computers?" The ship's command center here is bedecked with terminals above and beyond the usual, theoretically for the conducting and recording of experimentation and other science-related endeavors. "Or know how we'd know if we were all infected?"

Sar Yavok remains trapped in a heated bout of fisticuffs with a foul-mannered ruffian in the hallway toward the bridge. He sends an uppercut into the guy's jaw, but the jab that was headed for the pirate's forehead connects with the bulkhead behind him with a THUNK.

"Yeah, I know my way around a computer or two," Muri's head won't stop nodding and she's got a death grip on her little pistol as she climbs off the floor and steps up to the plate. Of terminals. "This, though..." she utters a low, appreciative whistle. "I dunno. Can't say I'd heard of this viral strain before you shared what little the 'Accord' was willing to share with us. A sneeze?" There's a helpless grin on her face as she eyes Corr over a shrug of shoulder. "No, probably way worse than that. I suppose if we all start bleeding from every orifice and suffering from total DNA destructuring we'd know. Barring that? Nooo idea. Whole situation feels like a bit of a carbon flush, am I right?" She's paced the length of the terminal hub now and starts poking, typing, trying to access some menu in system. "Kriff.."

Sugg shoves his blaster into it's holster, muttering something very rude and very sexual about the pirates he just downed with the grenade before he follows the rest onto the bridge. As Muri heads for one computer bank, Sugg heads for another, weird fingers tapping away on the keypad as the monitor blinks to life. He is tapping away for a few moments before he says, "Thugg found it. Lookth like I have the viruth formula.... and the logth thow that the viruth wath purged and there are no living thampleth here."

Once the fighting seemed to die down, Eilam saw Muri trot off for something and trying to muster up the courage to do anything, the kitted-out Ghostling raises up slowly and trots along, running by the downed types carefully but not before poking the scientist in the leg with the stun saber. Jerk, Eilam tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. Still, going after Muri, Eilam watched and tried to think of some way that he could help with the computer search. He didn't really know terribly much about the finer points of computers. Sure, he could... get by on them, use datapads and stuff like that, but beyond that? He knew nothing of slicing and all that mumbo. So he did what he saw a droid do once... read a droid did once. In a book. He looked around for the droid port on the terminal and poked it with the stunsaber tip. That would shock it into working right? RIGHT?!

It worked in a book!

Whilst Sugg plays sexual slicer man, Adhar continues to assist on the battlefront - firing twice again, ignoring the shots around him, and wiht a faint miss drilling the last combatant squarely in the torso, just right of the chest. The man goes down, clutching at the cratering burn in his armor, barely missing having a major coronary but very much, as they say on Coruscant, 'Two hairs shy of fragged'. Ain't nobody going to forget getting hit by Adhar's handcannon tonight.

"Well. I guess we ain't exposed, then," Corr replies to Sugg, with some relief. "Prob'ly best if we all visit a doc when we get back to Nar and get checked, though," he recommends, shoving a drive the size of a cracker box into the terminal to download Sugg's discoveries and after a few moments, undocking the drive. "Let's get out of here and get back on the ship. And bring him along, I think," he says, nodding at the crazy scientist on the floor. Then he takes a step back, levels his blaster at the terminal, and fires. It explodes in a dramatic cloud of sparks. "Sugg, feel free to blow the rest of this shit to Jedha and back," he instructs.

Stepping back into the hallway, the ex-soldier looks around at the assorted carnage. "These fellas got here themselves and they can get back themselves, far as I care. We got what we came for, time to get on the ships and head home."

"Interrupt another scrap of mine and your ass is in a sling, Gann," Sar says, rolling his shoulders and moving to go grab the scientist by the collar. Dragging him along, Sar says, "This was a pretty good time. Somebody should tell Jehni and Sapphira that we're leaving."

"It was dark," Adhar says in his flat, vodcoded tone. "I didn't see you." It's not like he had nightvision on or anything. Right? Right? "But I'll remember." He eyes the men on the deck and shakes his head. "Come on, Eilam," he says. "Let's get you home."

"Then I guess we can all breathe eas---ZEE!! DROYK, Eilam!" Muri's head jerks away from enviously eyeing Sugg's screen to witness some sparks fly after a loud POP fizzle emits from Eilam's curious mating of access port to stunsaber. Of course then Waldin's blasting away at it anyway and she throws up an arm to ward off the little flare of heat. Still clutching the Czerka and possibly not even aware she's doing so, Muri stomps out of this room of noise and back into a hall to follow after the towed body of comatose scientist. "Probably," she mutters in agreement with Sar, then hangs a right down the next corridor to shout for their remaining crew.

Suddenly having his name called out like that was slightly stress-inducing for Eilam, jumping away and once again looking like he might have done something wrong. Wait, it was Muri. ... "What? Why... please don't yell at me like that." he said softly. She /was/ aware of how much the yelling last time flustered him. Great, now he was going to be paranoid of her too, looking towards Adhar as he mentioned leaving. "...yes, okay." The stunsaber turned off at that point and was placed back into the bag as he walked towards him.

With the crews gathered together, the three ships' worth of explorers make their way back out for another brief spacewalk to their vessels uneventfully, other than some good-natured banter and ribbing, as usual. Another job well done! Or catastrophically, accidentally successful, take your pick.