Log:The Irregulars - The Inferno II: Infernoer

The Irregulars: The Inferno - Part 2

OOC Date: March 1, 2019
Location: The Inferno
Participants: Celes Krill, Rial Het, Rip Recker, Zian, Atrel Katah, Dyannah Nerus, Sapphira Solari, D4-K4

Entering what could be used as a small cargo hauler/swoop hangar on the mid-port side of the ship. It's cold in here, but not vacuume cold. There's even lights coming online, as if the opening of the airlock warranted the ship coming online. There -are- the remnants of swoops, having fallen apart due to time and moisture on the ship. There's even mouldering crates, and datapads, and a skeleton in gaudy pirate garb and armor. Peg leg. There is a sensation, deja vu. But... Xan's daggers are out, as if recoiling from a combat maneuver, and Sar's smaller pistol is in hand. Cele has her tech equipment out, Zian's drenched in sweat, anddecades of madness and pain are washing over the Zeltron like a tsunami. Sapphira and Rial? They're standing as if examining something... But it's unsure just what. Aboard the Last Resort Rip sees the ship, it explodes, washing the Corvette in tendrils of the hyperspace dimension touching on realspace, and then his view changes. He is looking at empty space, D4 is off to one side, playing with his systems instead of the sensors, and the ship is registering its connected to the Inferno... But his mind knows it wasn't. Wasn't it?

Zian trembles in place, the man glancing down at the cutting tool in his hand with somewhat widened eyes. He takes a few breaths, straightening himself up and reaching up to run his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair as he glances over to the R5 unit at his side. Turning a questioning gaze to the others, he keeps himself silent, watching them to see if what he'd just experienced was truly all in his head or not. Not that he asks, his lips drawn into a thin line, and his eyes darting between the others in attendance to take in their own states. Surely he was dreaming just then, though he perhaps realizes at least that he's not exactly prone to such things.

In the blink of an eye, all of Sapphira's hopes and dreams - which all strangely rested suddenly on wearing a diadem with a giant shiny on it, nevermind winning the war, shacking up with a decent man, maybe even laying an egg that might grow into a kid - disappears. In fact, there's nothing in the room but her, Rial, and the strange feeling that she'd seen something in here that's not here. Maybe even said something about it. But that's stupid, that makes no sense. "Huh," the small redhead notes, hands wrapped around her Defender a touch tighter. "I'm getting a sudden urge to go shopping," she notes. It's not really toward Rial, but since he's the only one there he's the only one to receive the words. She takes a few tenative steps in further, looking around, scoping the room out. Sans shinies. "Look," she motions to Rial, beyond where had once been their retirement funds. A work station, old but undamaged, and the area around it is clean of dust. Sapphira starts to make her way over. "You slice at all?"

Rial Het is rising from a crouch, when he pauses, blinks and looks around himself with a frown. He looks to Sapphira. "We was here before, aye? The pressure diamond and the fancy pearl hat and all, aye?" Her gesture toward the terminal gets a slow nod. "A bit, I do. Not so flash as Zero, but I can get by, as often as not. Want that I should take a look-see?"

Hanging at the back of the group who seem to be reacting to varying degrees to whatever it is, the Arkanian seems untouched and undisturbed. Atrel has her rifle at read pointed down at her side but not looking like she is going to do anything at present. Her white eyes slowly scan the room, stepping aside to the sweating Chiss and giving him a long look. "Are you well, Zian?" The Doctor is quiet in her inquiry as the others talk about slicing which is not her forte in any sense. She tucks her white hair back behind her ear as she narrows her gaze to study Zian.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the mission because things were affecting his mind and making him envision things that had not happened. "What was in that kriffin' caf?" His heavy steps take him to the view port to look out, then he looks to the crew. "Run a scan for all local personnel and make sure I'm not going crazy here. That ship is still there right? Or did it actually blow up? I just need to know if it's time we move on or not.."

Lightheaded, Dyannah holds herself upright by leaning on a wall that flakes with some dried material. When she pulls her hand away she realizes that it is dried blood. A little frenzy of disgust fills her, she is overflowing with it and gibbering to herself as she frantically tries to get the flakes that adhere to her sweaty hand off.

She is in the hands of the Hutt, she is in the arms of a lover, she is free and galloping down the path of her parent's estate, she doesn't remember why they are here.

"What? What did you say?" she mumbles clutching her forehead.

Hanging near the rear of the group with the Doctor is Renek Crowe. He's taken a knee when the group has come to a hault, and begins acting strangely. The soldier's rifle is brought to bear flicking carefully from member to member of the group, and then to the surroundings. "Any idea what is going on Doc?" Renek asks, turning his helmeted head back to the Arkanian, before going back to searching for any cause of their distress.

"Captain, right away." A deck crewman states as they start the task, "D4, can you assist?" The battledroid stomps along the edge of the bridge, plugging its connector jack into a system port. "OOh! I get to be useful! Spicy!" the droid pauses, "Deja vu..." "Everyone accounted for sir, there are some..." the woman at the station blinks. "Sir. There are garbled logs, system errors, and our current log timestamp is at least an hour before we dropped out of hyperspace." she leans in and taps again while D4 provides a boost to scrubbing speeds. "But our sensor report is showing two hours after." She turns and looks at Rip, brow furrowing. Within the Inferno, there is a rumbling sound, and lights in the swoop hangar begin engaging. One erupts in an explosion of sparks that showers over the hatchway on the port side wall, the lights built into the hatchway frame flickering to life. A tinkling sound crackles over the ship PA, like glass slowly breaking.

"Y-yes, Atrel. I am fine. Thank you." Zian responds to the woman somewaht tentatively, reaching up to wipe the sweat from his brow as he takes a slow breath, then resumes his usual stoic demeanor, his face schooling itself into impassiveness in the process. "Atrel, would you perhaps mind checking that body?" the man asks, pointing towards the nearby corpse as he reaches into his holster and removes the T-6 resting there. Turning to glance at the others, and generally noting that everyone else seems fine, he simply reaches up to wipe the sweat from his brow again, shudders, and strolls over to one of the wall, his datapad with a map of the ship brought up being glanced at in his opposite hand. "There should be a data link port here..." he begins, kneeling down next to a wall and noting that it appears to have been covered over and crudely painted. A sense of deja vu washes over him yet again, and the Chiss stands to slowly step away from the port itself.

Sapphira slows in her walk toward the terminal, staring slightly wide-eyed at Rial. "Huh. Well, at least it's not just me that thought that. Though," she looks back to where the jewel of her eye, otherwise known as the Yavin Pressure Diamond, had just been. "I think I would've preferred if it were just me." She looks back to Rial, and jerks her head toward the terminal to indicate the man should give it a whirl, if he so chooses. A hand comes up to press her earpiece in a bit further. <<Does anyone have any equipment capable of checking the air quality? We're having some minor ... mass hallucinations down here.>> You know, as one does. As the radio transmission is sent out, there might be some annoying audio feedback. Why? Because ... they're all in the same room. Sapphira turns behind her to see everybody else, and possibly their mothers too for all she knows. "What the f-" she might've been about to say a foul word, but she never got the chance. One of the lights blows right near her face, and Sapphira lets out a yelp. One hand moves up to cover her eyes, and in her momentarily blindness she hits the floor, finding herself sliding HARD against the panel where Rial may or may not be about to get working.

"Sad to say, you're going mad in good company," Rial muses dryly to Sapphira, letting out a slow breath and getting to work on the computer terminal. "Bypass the initial workstation profile commands.. let's see what the system memory has backed up in it, aye?" Tap tap, inputting a few common authorization bypasses and- "...Oh. Well. Least, we can say for a certainty that there was living things aboard here, at some point. That's.. something at least, aye?" The Computer station begins playing an audio file of curious, inhuman howling grunts, which Rial is struggling to shut back off.

Perhaps she does not believe him because Atrel is soon pulling our her medpac scanner and shouldering her rifle in favor of scanning the others. "I am not sure, Renek. But it seems we are not affected like the others are." As she scans Zian she watches the lights flicker to life and the Arkanian makes a short sound as the flare of light from the explosion momentarily blinds her, causing her hand to come up over her white eyes as she mutters below her breath. "By all that is good," she remarks sharply and draws her hand back, blinking a few times as the spots are seared across her vision. tAtrel furrows her brows as she reads what is on her scanner and quickly moves to Dy as her vision continues to clear. She glances amongst them and then clears her throat. "Everyone to me, please. I need to scan you. Serotonin levels are high and I am reading a composite in your systems..at least in Zian and Dyannah."

"So there's some sort of time distortion in our logs where none of this drek makes sense." Rip sits down in the pilot's chair and massages the bridge of his nose for a long moment and sighs. "Alright, so let's establish a baseline of knowledge. First question; are we still hooked up with the other vessel?" Rip looks up, trying to keep his focus. "Second, if we are connected, why have we not disconnected? I distinctly recall disconnecting and moving the ship. The only other explanation here is that we've spaced out, and have just blankly stared at the view port.."

Rial's dry humor breaks through the miasma that fills Dyannah's head though double images still blur her vision. The sound of her name being spoken startles her more than the explosion of lights on the other side of the room. Hand to her throat she mechanically follows the doctor's order and walks slowly across the room as though unsure of her footing.

Renek flinches at the light explodes above, sending sparks showering down from on high. Fortunately the visor on his helmet shields his eyes, and as the light in the room grows he reaches a hand up to shut off the helmet's night vision. The soldier remains at the side of the doctor as she moves to check on Zian. His rifle remains in a low ready position as he guards over the doc while she does her work, and his gaze continues to scan both his shipmates and the room for any signs of trouble. The computer playing the audiofile of wierd howling grunts garners a long look from Renek. "What is that drek," Renek calls out to Rial.

"If it makes you feel better I have gaps in my primary memory logs, Cappy, but that could be because I'm plugged in... Dirty machine..." the Drop taps the console with its toe, kicking could be bad. "We're running diagnostics sir." Another crewmen chimes in, "Be a moment, need to make sure we're looking at things in the right order." a few more moments pass before another crewman pipes in. "Sir, we have a log report of you ordering the docking hatch closed, but its still wide open." "Captain, atmospheric controls reports a contaminate." In the halls outside the closed hatch on the portside wall a rumbling creaking sound can be made out, and the deck plates within the swoop hangar protest with a groan of metal warming slowly from long cold.

Zian turns his gaze towards Atrel as she scans him, the sweat drying slowly on his blue flesh as he takes in her words. "A composite?" he asks, tilting his head for a moment as he glances over at the docking bay from which they'd come. Turning his attention back to the sparking lights, the Chiss wrinkles his nose, narrowing his glowing red gaze at it as he glances around him at the sudden rumbling. "The hyperdrive just engaged." There would be alarm there, were it not Zian saying it. "I will need to reach the engineering comparment and shut it down before this ship has a chance to jump to hyperspace."

Atrel glances up to Renek, "Let me know if you experience any hallucinations."She moves then amongst the gathered, scanning each and every one of them quickly as she let out a breath and will stop at Renek last. "Banthalozate...a narcotic. It causes hallucinations. Your serotonin is raised due to the fact you are experiencing visions...images. I suggest no one goes alone and we need to see about getting this ships air cycler back online. It is likely everywhere." Confusion shows on her face when she looks at Renek. "Ours...we have smaller traces of the narcotic...how is that possible?" She stares for a moment at her medpac and then up at the ex-soldier. They have been here just as long as everyone else...right? She furrows her brows and shakes her head, "This does not make sense."

"First my eyes, now my ears...." Sapphira says, lowering her hand from her eyeballs and blinking a few times to encourage the spots to go away. Fortunately she wasn't too blinded, so it seems to be that a crisis is averted. The sounds from the terminal behind her, though, continue. She pushes to her feet, looking about as graceful as one can, given the situation. "Doc, if you're reading something in our systems, we all need to be back on our boat asap." She says asap like a word, not an acronymn. "At least until we can figure out what's going on. Someone grab that corpse and drag it along for quarentine." She lifts a hand to her earpiece again, and she is about to say something into it. But the shuddering of the ship and Zian's words stop her. She stares at the Chiss for a moment, and then speaks into her comms. <<Ship, hyperdrive has just engaged. We're going to try and shut it off but be ready to detatch on my mark.>> She lowers her hand and looks at Atrel. "Doc, get the people and that corpse on the ship and in quarentine, and see if you can figure out how to fix 'em. Everyone else?" She looks around at the group. "Get everything you can from this ship here, or help me escort the engineer to the engine room. Otherwise make sure you're on the right side of the airlock if the ship detatches." She looks to Zian and nods to the portside hatch. "Let's go." And she'll lead. Sapphira opens the hatch, and all hell breaks loose. At first, the hatch tries to slam shut. Then a wooden stake, ala Ewok style, swings down from the ceiling. Sapling, in the door first, sidesteps the swinging door and slides to the right as the stake swings down, sliding on one knee to the far bulkhead before she finds her feet. "Don't stop moving," she warns Zian, and then moves to press on with the Chiss if he will press on with her.

"You really don't wanna know, Renek me lad," Rial returns, trying to shut the damned holo off. "Sufficed to say.. the prior folk on this ship had some decidedly.. odd tastes, if you follow me meaning. Nobody here speaks Tusken, I hope? Bypassing... fortheloveofmoney *bypassing*..." Zian's alarmed statement of the hyperdrive needing to be shut off draws a distracted response from the rogue: "Again? Tried that last time, didn't you?" A terse profanity as he isn't able to get through the computer system's safeguards, and the stupid holo is *still* playing. "Hell with it. The damned kink holo wins," he declares, with disgust. "I'm for the cockpit. Maybe we can sort this all out from there, aye?" A sharp look aside as Sapphira springs- some stone age wooden trap in space, "Ey, he TRIED THAT LAST TIME, aye?" Rial Het adds, "Also, what th' kriff was THAT?" gesturing at the wooden spikes.

Atrel glances up to Renek, "Let me know if you experience any hallucinations."She moves then amongst the gathered, scanning each and every one of them quickly as she let out a breath and will stop at Renek last. "Banthalozate...a narcotic. It causes hallucinations. Your serotonin is raised due to the fact you are experiencing visions...images. I suggest no one goes alone and we need to see about getting this ships air cycler back online. It is likely everywhere." Confusion shows on her face when she looks at Renek. "Ours...we have smaller traces of the narcotic...how is that possible?" She stares for a moment at her medpac and then up at the ex-soldier. They have been here just as long as everyone else...right? She furrows her brows and shakes her head, "This does not make sense."

"I want all sections sealed, air tight. Disconnect from that ship and vent each section. Have all personnel aboard this vessel put on breathing masks. Light the alarm and begin the venting process." Rip reaches over to initiate the internal alert, which brings the alarms online. Bright red strobes begin to flash to indicate the alert. From the back portion of the bridge, emergency hatches opened to reveal breathing masks. "Let's go, everyone get a mask on. Even you, D4." Rip says comically. Rip cues the receiver to come over encrypted comms. <<"All personnel be advised, the Last Resort is disconnecting from that ship's docking station to vent our air system. We've found a contagion within our ship. We'll advise once the issue has been dealt with.">>

Glancing up at Sapphira, Atrel frowns a measure or two. "Renek, help me get the corpse back. All of those not good with ships please clear back." She asks as the rest push on, a measure of tension entering her jaw as it ticks up to the right. Then Rip's voice with the report sounds out and she actually curses. "There goes that plan. We stay together, everyone close and I will keep monitoring."

"A loop, we are in a loop, we are caught in a loop," Dyannah hears a voice, distant from her repeat the words over and over as traps spring. The ships shudders, that peculiar shudder that large vessels can take on before a jump. Double livers are no protection from the hallucinogen that she breathed. And through the doubled voices, some make sense, putting on a mask makes sense, she losses herself again cycling through the hands of the Hutt, the arms..."Doctor, help me. Help me."

"Isn't that just lovely. A bunch of heavily armed and highly trained folks hallucinating " Renek says darkly to Atrel. His attention snaps over to Sapphira and the trap she triggers. "Lets add in booby traps, and not the fun kind." He shoulders his rifle for a moment, and then moves over towards the corpse to help drag it back. At Rip's orders to detach, Renek's heart sinks, and his shoulders slump for a moment. He leaves the corpse lay on the floor since there is no where to drag it too. "Doc... Anything you have in your medbag that could jump start our metabolism? Help us process this chemical fast enough to keep from becoming delusional?"

D4 shrugs at the order, very casually rests a mask on top of its facsimile head. "Good enough..." it pauses, "Gaptai... Cupsta..." D4 disconnects its connection spike. "Hey that's a funny sensation" and then its optic bad suddenly shuts down and the old wardroid pitches over, pole-axing and emitting hisses and blerts like an old comm-system trying to network connect. "Captain we're disconnected but we're registering an access warning, unautherized code."

In the hallway to engineering is long, the walls are painted a bright rouge red. Light strips mounted on the cieling and the floor are flaring between a sickly orange and red. There are mummafied bodies in the hall, some clutching at their throats, some laying as if they'd died more violently, blasters clutched in long dead hands testimony to this. Engineerings' doors are closed up tight at the moment, red hazard lights showing along the hatch sides.

In the swoop hangar, Renek's brief touch on the pirate corpse results in a small puff, likened to what one might see if they disturbed sporing mushrooms. The control station Rial was working at turns back on, and gyrating forms in robes and masks like sandpeople appear in hologram form... Grunting and... Well it's not pretty. This is not the command you're looking for. (Try "help" or "+help" for help.)

zian is off towards engineering, his pistol raised in one hand and his datapad in the other. "Hallucinagens are not good. And you are right, I did attempt the hyperdrive before. This feels so strangely similar." Right up until the door attempts to kill them, and a traps springs from the ceiling. Almost as if it's a simple annoyance, Zian quite easily steps to the side and slips forward with greace nearly unheard of, the man on the other side of the door and in the hallways before he glances back to Sapphira and tilts his head. Turning, the Chiss gazes down the hallway, taking note of the bodies laying thereabout. <<It is edefinitely different than last time. Good call, Captain. Ensure your air scrubbers are working properly, the toxin must be incinerated.>> Heading down the hallway, he gives a vague glance to those bodies nearby, his nose wrinkling as he carefully steps past them. <> Once he's at the end of the hall, however, he pauses to tap at the control panel of the door to engineering, shaking his head as he turns back to Sapphira. "Door is sealed."

<<You ever been on a ship auto-hypering into a black hole?>> The question, which comes across the comms, picks up immediately after Rial calls down the hall after Sapphira and Zian. It's clear she's retorting at him. <<It sucks.>> The El-Tee answers her own question, in case that wasn't obvious. She slides to a stop in front of the door panel that seperates this new hall from the engine room, tucking her Defender into her right thigh holster. Her fingers work quickly over the panel as only a true nerd's can. She's comfortable with this type of thing, and she's able to unlock the door for Zian in a few short seconds. "Don't worry; I gotcha," she says, giving the Chiss a wink before drawing her DDC and stepping back. "Alright. Vents, toxins, whatever. I've got your back, so don't worry about anything, don't look at anything, just focus on the job." And she'll motion Zian into the engine room with a jerk of her head.

Rial Het turns a troubled eye back toward where Dyannah and Renek are attended by Atrel. A curse under his breath. "Air filtration," he repeats. "Gotta fire air filtration back up." His declared dash for the cockpit is put off as he mutters, "Come on, come on... bypass, already." A worried glance back toward the others, and... the system locks him out. A profane shout and as further vulgar holograms are projected, the irate rogue draws his pistol and fires into the locked down workstation, indulging his sheer irritation for an instant.

"Do not touch the bodies! The Banthalozate is coming off of them..they are...they had to have choked on it for it to be that thick." Atrel's hand comes up over her face at the sight of the cloud emitted from it. Dyannah's call has her moving though and Atrel lets the others work with the electronics of the ship while she tries to bring some relief for the Zeltron. "Focus on me, yes? I am going to try to give you some nutrients to raise your metabolism and hopefully inhibit your hormones. See this is the problem with your people." Out come the Synth nutrients and she quickly instructs Dyannah to take it as she readies the injection to help counteract the hormonal fluctuation in the other woman's body. "This should help." She remarks and quickly cleaning the injection site she depresses the chemical into Dyannah's system. "Stay away from the bodies." She instructs the woman and frowns. "There has to be rebreathers somewhere not this ship. Any ideas?"

"Always with these visions. They are really, kriffing up my mood." Rip shakes his head from side to side then watches as the big droid falls down. With the update about an unauthorized access, Rip gets upset. "Alright, we need to shut the system down completely and stop any sort of unauthorized access. With a complete shut down, access codes will reset and encryption will start on a new code. Give me two officers to follow me, grab your weapons, we're going down to engineering to pull the plug."

Dyannah barely flinches at the injection, what her body feels and what is going through her head seem to have no relation with one another. Voices swirl around her, doubled, tripled with the walls that breath the blood she had on her hands. She is on empathy overload but knowing that is no help. She looks around her as her vision abruptly clears and everyone looks so worried. Anxious. Anxiety makes her heart begin to trip hammer. Sitting down which she does, comically fast, seems to help.

It all snaps into painful clarity like the aftermath of a bad migraine. "Thank you. I think? What is going on?"

The small puff of spores wafts upwards into Renek's face, and the soldier swats a hand around trying to clear the air away from his face. He snorts and coughs and shakes his head, and suddenly drops to a knee. "Get down!" He shouts out loudly, and then scrambles across the floor of the swoop hangar -- taking cover behind control station. "We've got rioters incoming, and they're armed with fire bombs... Do we have permision to engage?" Renek glances around the control station, looking to unseen foes, and then hides again. "They are going to fire bomb are position... Can we engage?" He swings his rifle out from behind his back at this point, and takes up a firing position -- sighting down his rifle at nothing visible to anyone else on the crew. His eyes narrow, his face twists into a snarl, and his finger starts to tighten on the trigger of his gun. Suddenly he flinches, glances to his side, and then dives out away from the control pannel. He rolls around on the ground, slapping at his body, and howling in pain as illusory fire covers his body.

A quarren and a wookiee stand to accompany Rip, lifting sidearms and nodding for them to lead on. A deck engineer gets in place to roll D4 over, attempting to run a diagnostic.

There are lights flickering in parts, and crewmen are trying to help others who are screaming, or curled up on the floor - compatriots trying to put respirator masks on them. It's pandamonium. This close to the docking collars, when the air interchanged, where things were thickest. There is at least one fatality, self inflicted - a bladed weapon and a section of the corridor with an arterial spray fan across the starboard wall, and a growing pool of blood.

Computer systems continue to 'panic' at the rogue code caused by the two ship systems 'talking' to one another.

In the engineering room there are two bodies, heat-fused to the engine core. They're warming up and periodicaly flaring up as old dried meat catches flame and sends a sickly sweet smell through the hatchway opened by Sapphira. Curiously enough, there's a section of engine panel blown out, and the damage looks extremely fresh, there's even a smell of smoke, and several panels in the engine and hyperdrive are opened, the dust on them disturbed recently.

Zian emerges into the engineering room once Sapphira gets the door opened, giving the woman a thankful nod as he gazes around inside of the room. His immediate response is a disgusted wrinkling on his nose, the Chiss reaching down to holster his sidearm as he removes a toolkit from the belt around his chest. "That is strange, I see some of my tools from the hallucination..." he remarks, shaking his head and reaching up to simply slap himself, as though the motion would make him snap out of it were he hallucinating. "We must repair the air scrubbers. They are working in reverse. Assist me." That said to Sapphira, the Chiss approaches the air scrubbers across from the engine itself, setting to work in correcting the flow of the module so that the ship can be properly scrubbed of... Air. Atrel Katah (AK) pages Renek Crowe and D4-K4: Renek is about to get a dose of adrenaline...due ot the fact she thinks he is her dead brother who she is trying to bring back to life From afar (to Renek Crowe and D4-K4), Atrel Katah (AK) winces.

"Let's not worry about that too much right now," Sapphira says, tucking her weapon away as she moves in beside Zian. She'll make use of the Chiss' tools, or what's available, and begin to work beside him. He can tell from how she moves and how confident she is around the open panels that this is not her first engineering rodeo. Every now and again, she glances at the bodies and the exposed cables around the hyperdrive. She frowns deeper. "How many of you were down here the first time?" she asks the Chiss as they work. "Two of you?"

Rial Het gives another worried look backward as the chaos surrounding the others spreads like invisible wildfire. Seizing aboutvwith increasing desperation, the rogue crows triumphantly, "HA," and drags a hazard supply chest out from beneath one of the rusting desks. "Don't fail me now.." he. implores fate, cracking it open, abruptly discarding some print matter as it stung, and cracking open a fire fighting kit. "I got three.. I GOT THREE," he hollers back to Atrel, fitting one of the rebreathers over his own mouth and nose, then dashing across the hangar floor with the others. "Here ye go, Doc: breathe deep, aye?" As Renek thrashes about in phantom agony, Rial winces, before crouching beside Dyannah, and pressing the mask over her lower face. "Hold this in place, aye? Gotta go get me ass kicked keeping Renek still, now," he quips with a grin.

As Dyannah snaps out of it Atrel has little time to react when she sees him react. "Of course..." she says and rushes over towards him, getting a knee down to stop his movements as she tries to hold him still. All his movement does not help and as she breathes in a full lungful of the spore like material enters into her system and for a moment she has trouble focusing. "Hold still, the fire is out!" She declares as she trie to pat him down and for a moment blinks, and stares at him. "Bayok..." her voice sounds fragile, frail even. "I am here now." She grabs him firmly with one hand and reaches back to her medpac but its not what she needs for Renek, no its for someone else and as she slams the needle into his chest she deposits adrenaline into his system instead of inhibitors which are about to make his life a whole not worse. "Bayok, I have you. Brother.." he says and starts to lean in to bring her face closer to his when that yelling can be heard from Rial. He is just moments too late as that mask is plopped own over her face and tears are starting to trail down her cheeks. "Rial...it is Bayok...how did he get here?" She is right next to the now adrenaline hit Renek. It is not going to be pretty. She breathes through that rebreather, but her system still has a fair amount of the narcotic. The Arkanian..crying. "We have to save him, can we get him back to the ship?!" She gasps and is trying to keep a hold on Renek.

Rip's demeanor changes as he's given two officers to follow him into the core of the Last Resort. Thankfully, one of them appears to be an engineer. They pass through the bridge door and seal the bridge off behind them. Then they take a quick path down the corvette's main corridor using service stairs instead of the lift, just incase any space magic decided to make them pay! The sights along the way hold little meaning to the Captain as he steps with a purpose past the struggling crew who fight to get their masks on, or try to restrain themselves from killing others or themselves.

Upon arrival at the engineering section, Rip moves toward the back, looking for the main power grids. Without any hesitation, he begins to open the small switch boxes and flipping everything off. Within moments, the Last Resort goes dark, and all that can be heard is the anguish of the crew, and the smell of anxiety gas and indigestion from the Wookie helping Rip.

The smell of the mask makes her nose crinkle but she keeps it firmly clapped to her face nodding her head in thanks to Rial. It takes a moment for her to stumble to her feet, her grace gone from the after effects of the hallucinogen. The mask will be a double boon to her as she follows the others out into the corridor and Rip and a Wookie pass her by. The mask garbles her giggles and she stops dead in the corridor and braces herself against the wall as she doubles over laughing. Empathy tells her why but she is laughing like a child over fart jokes as the Wookie puffs down the corridor after the Captain.

Renek continues to thrash around on the floor, trying to put out the illusory fire, and just as it seems he might start to be getting a handle on the fire in his mind -- he is slammed full of adrenaline! He gasps for air a couple of times, and his heart hammers in his chest. He looks up towards Atrel Katah, as she cradles him in his arms. "We're being overrun!" He calls out, and rips off his helmet -- using it to try and bash the Doctor in the face. Irregardless of if the blow lands, suddenly Renek goes stiff, and falls back to the floor. He is clutching his chest, and convulsing. "Medic..." He manages to choke out.

"Ya think yer clever dont ya.." Celes has been plugged into the Last Resort for this entire time, clicking at the keys of her wrist mounted computer trying to find the AI loose in the system. "Oooo no, lad, thats not gonna work for ya now is it?" Systematically shutting down system to prevent the AI from accessing more vital areas of the ships security suite. She's also turning off vital portions of the ship... like the lights and power in the turbolift... or the gravity generators... or life support. "Yer nae gonna get away from me ya bogger... this is MOI ship.."

Zian nods in thanks to Sapphira, the Chiss attempting to focus his attention on the repairs that are so desperately needed within the ship. There are tools conventiantly nearby for her, already having been worked with recently, apparently... "Two." he states, the air scrubbers shutting down for a moment as they get to work. "I was moving to the engine compartment, and Dyannah went over near the torpedo tubes on her own." Glancing back over his shoulder at the bodies on the engine, his nose wrinkles, and he simply shakes his head. "Illusions." Turning his attention back to the air scrubbers, he makes some adjustments, Sapphira proving to be an extremely useful partner in this endeavor as they work. Shortly thereafter, in practically no time at all, the air scrubbers kick back on again. Air flow can be felt beginning to circulate in all rooms of the ship, fresh, clean air cycling back in as Zian leans back from the panels and gives a relieved sigh. Shortly thereafter, the PA kicks on, beginning to pay old Imperial Era operatic music. Turning his head in confusions, Zian gazes over to Sapphira, lofting an eyebrow as if questioning if she hears it as well. Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun, dun dun duuuun...

As the vents hum online, some of the doors begin to unlock or open. Perhaps that's due to the vents or to Celes' work. Sapphira doesn't know, but one of the opening doors has the redhead turning and wrinkling her nose in displeasure. She reaches into her belt, pulling out the balaklava that goes with the outfit she's currently wearing. "Stay here, keep working," Sapphira tells Zian. "Once you're all set we'll rejoin the group." In the meantime, she takes a few steps toward one of the open doors, covering her nose and mouth with the balaklava. She gets close enough to peer. Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer. <<We got more corpses down here,>> she radios to the group. <<Like, a lot a lot more. Real ones, not imaginary ones.>> Just as the Imperial march kicks on, Sapphira turns back toward Zian and just gives him a short little nod. Yep, she hears it.

Rial Het says the only thing any same man would say when confronted with a weeping Atrel. "...of COURSE we can bring yer brother on the ship! Everything's gonna be great, just.. set there and breathe easy, aye? Go look after her now, though-" he implores Atrel, directing the doctor's attention away from Renek for a moment as he draws his pistol and flips it to *stun*. Of course, then Renek bolts up, smashes the doctor with a helmet and collapses, again. "Drek!" he yelps. "How am *I* the calm one?!?" He checks on the doctor, either to lend assistance, or to keep her from murdering anyone, time will tell. Rial Het slides his BlasTech DL-54 - 6789 out of its holster, bringing the weapon to bear. Rial Het flips the mode toggle on his BlasTech DL-54 - 6789, switching it to Stun mode.

Tears continue to fall as Atrel hovers over Renek like that, but she doesn't see him. For the moment is the prone form of her brother and she is gripping at him with the clatter of an injector hitting the floor as she tries to draw him closer only to get a sudden blinding pain across her face as his helmet slams into her. Her hands release him and the Arkanian slumps to the side as her rebreather is set askew on her face and nearly falls off. She sucks in more infected ship air but lifts her hand to adjust the mask upon her face as she blinks, stunned a moment as she stares across at Renek and then gazes up at Rial. "I..I am okay.." she thinks she is okay as she struggles a moment, giving Renek a long look that relays to her mind that he is /not/ her brother. "What...what happened?" Her face is turning red where he hit her and a little blood trickles from her nose. She is too stunned to skewer anyone currently.

With the power shut off, everything is floating. There's no gravity, air is well.. limited, and now only the auxiliary lights have come alive shining thick beams of dust invaded rays over random portions of the ship. Rip glances between the two officers and motions toward the wall of systems illuminated by the color red. They had to open the switch boxes and flip them to green one by one. Rip began, and after each subsequent switch turned over, portions of the ship began to restart. When gravity was restored, everyone wiped out on the floor on the Last Resort, at least the ones not prepared for it.

<<"Zero, the systems are back online. We're heading back to the bridge.">> He motions toward the hatch and the Wookie opens it. <<"Bridge crew, get a fresh pot of caf started and start venting the air in the appropriate sections. I want full diagnostics of every area, and forward your reports to the boss. Bring our defense grid back up, and get me a gods damned pilot in a U-wing on stand by to pull our people out. We're not plugging that strange ship again.">>

Recovering herself, the mask, the injection all have begun to unspin the affects of drugs. The waves of anxiety which had quite literally knocked her on her ass still roll through the ship like currents of stinking air. Deliberately, she stops and drops into the watching her own breathes, those around her would see her standing still with her head bowed, blue hair obscuring the mask. She pushes back, it is the mental equivalent of pushing a broom through a room full of trash. She uses the biggest broom she owns and pushes back the anxiety wishing some peace on those in the thrall of spores, adrenaline, drugs and event horizons some modicum of simple space.

The blow with Renek's helmet lands satisfyingly on the xenophobes faces, but the former soldier doesn't have time to enjoy it. He still thinks he's been shot, and rolls over onto his belly. He slowly tries to crawl away from Atrel, as if dragging himself out of a foxhole. "Medic..." He calls out again, and flops over onto his back. His booted feet press against the durasteel floor, and he continues to try to force himself away from the group. "Stay back..." He growls at Atrel and Rial, his hand drifting down to his belt -- searching for a gernade that fortunately he doesn't have. Suddenly, his hand comes up holding nothing. "Stay back or I swear I will set this off, and kill us all."

Thankfully, the air scrubbers tend to work overtime in the engineering compartments where they're located. Closing the maintenance panel, Zian takes a deep breath of the fresher air, the Chiss turning to gaze back at Sapphira as he gives her a nod. "Of course, though I am unsure if anything really needs anything done at this point." Taking some steps away from the scrubbers, he takes another deep breath, simply enjoying the fresher air as he approaches the engine to catch a closer look. Only to notice... Blue flesh, pink flesh... A sudden look of lowkey horro comes over his face as he gazes down at his face plastered on one of the burning corpses. Shuddering slightly, the Chiss instead decides to turn away, stepping away from the engines back towards the safety of the area next to the air scrubbers as his shaky voice chirps over the comms, <<Air scrubbers are repaired.>>

"Hah!" Celes shouts her elation suddenly and throws her fists straight in the air, "Ya programmin equivilant of a miscarrage... Ya glorified microwave signal.. Oi stand amongst yer codin loike a God unto meer mortals." Each success makes her more animate with the pleasure of a job well done. It might cost the lives of some of the crew piloting the Last Resort, but in the grand scheme of things that's a acceptable collateral damage. "You picked the wrong ship, loike the poor imitation of A.OI. that ye are, Oi have bested you in singles combat.. be gone from moi ship less Oi repurpose ya as a self cleanin toilet program." Her fingers continue to blaze across the keys as the rogue element in the ship is locked down when power is shut down.

Her hand reaches up to slap the computer closed and yank out the cord connecting her to the Resorts systems. <<Good, Captain. Have the Plan B come in at the secondary extract position. We will be waiting there... expect wounded. Bring hover stretchers.>>

With her blaster still in its holster, Celes makes her way towards where she last knew others to be, in this case, Renek in a Corellian standoff (because he's trying to bluff a grenade into existance) with Rial... "I feel like this needs an indepth explanation." Motioning around.

Sapphira has turned away from Zian and to another door that has hissed open. Beyond are all the riches of the seven seas, or whatever the Star Wars equivellant would be. Sapphira stares into the room, letting out a longing sigh. "That's not real, is it," she asks of the Chiss, though her tone indicates that the question is rhetorical. "Do you have /any/ idea how adorable I would look in a tiarra?" While this question has a slight inflection to it, it's also clearly rhetorical. Another long, pained sigh. "Let's get off this boat, let the scrubbers do their thing, get some masks, and we'll come back and finally get a look at what's what." Slowly, slowly, she drags herself away from the vision of gems on the table to follow Zian back to where the group is likely having a very easygoing, nothing-to-see-here time of it. Right?

D4-K4 pats Rial Het is holding a large blaster set on stun and trying to talk Renek out of using a grenade which doesn't exist. Until he just.. chuckles a bit. "It's alright, Renek me lad. Here, Keene help you find where you set that one, eh?" Holstering his pistol, me mimes plucking the air grenade out of Renek's hand, and takes a smiling bite out of it. He grins at Atrel, Celes, and Dyannah in turn, concluding with a wink.

Her nose dips blood and she lifts the rebreather to wipe at it, her gaze lifting to Rial and then back to Renek as he flops around. "Bayok!" She calls out to him and starts to push herself up, resisting Dyannah's attempt to calm her. Tears continue to roll down her face as he gets further form her. "RIAL!" The tenor of her voice is broken and the usually calm Doctor is the only one still having a moment over what she is reregistering as her brother. Her vision swims, likely the possible broken nose and bruise that is forming on the center of her face and forehead. She half stumbles towards Renek and goes down a little ways from him, her four fingered hand reaching out to grab at his side and pull at herself closer to him. "Bayok, stay still..." she says through the rebreather and starts to tear it from her face when Rial reaches down to pluck something from Bayok (Renek). She blinks, staring up at him a moment before her hand reaches out to stroke the side of Renek's face if he doesn't try to brain her again.

"Hah!" Celes shouts her elation suddenly and throws her fists straight in the air, "Ya programmin equivilant of a miscarrage... Ya glorified microwave signal.. Oi stand amongst yer codin loike a God unto meer mortals." Each success makes her more animate with the pleasure of a job well done. It might cost the lives of some of the crew piloting the Last Resort, but in the grand scheme of things that's a acceptable collateral damage. "You picked the wrong ship, loike the poor imitation of A.OI. that ye are, Oi have bested you in singles combat.. be gone from moi ship less Oi repurpose ya as a self cleanin toilet program." Her fingers continue to blaze across the keys as the rogue element in the ship is locked down when power is shut down.

Her hand reaches up to slap the computer closed and yank out the cord connecting her to the Resorts systems. <<Good, Captain. Have the Plan B come in at the secondary extract position. We will be waiting there... expect wounded. Bring hover stretchers.>>

With her blaster still in its holster, Celes makes her way towards where she last knew others to be, in this case, Renek in a Corellian standoff (because he's trying to bluff a grenade into existance) with Rial... "I feel like this needs an indepth explanation." Motioning around.

"Hah!" Celes shouts her elation suddenly and throws her fists straight in the air, "Ya programmin equivilant of a miscarrage... Ya glorified microwave signal.. Oi stand amongst yer codin loike a God unto meer mortals." Each success makes her more animate with the pleasure of a job well done. It might cost the lives of some of the crew piloting the Last Resort, but in the grand scheme of things that's a acceptable collateral damage. "You picked the wrong ship, loike the poor imitation of A.OI. that ye are, Oi have bested you in singles combat.. be gone from moi ship less Oi repurpose ya as a self cleanin toilet program." Her fingers continue to blaze across the keys as the rogue element in the ship is locked down when power is shut down.

Her hand reaches up to slap the computer closed and yank out the cord connecting her to the Resorts systems. <<Good, Captain. Have the Plan B come in at the secondary extract position. We will be waiting there... expect wounded. Bring hover stretchers.>>

With her blaster still in its holster, Celes makes her way towards where she last knew others to be, in this case, Renek in a Corellian standoff (because he's trying to bluff a grenade into existance) with Rial... "I feel like this needs an indepth explanation." Motioning around.

Between the fresh air now and Dyannah's calming effects, Renek finally lays flat on the floor, and stops moving. He breaths in deep and slow, and his eyes slowly seem to focus on the real world again. His gaze first focuses on Rial and then he looks over to Atrel who is trying to stroke his face. He reaches a hand up to gently stop her from touching him here. "Easy Doc, we all know you'd regret it in the morning," he rumbles deeply, "and you certainly aint no Trandoshan." He half sits up here and looks around the swoop hangar bay for a moment and then back to Atrel. "You've got read on you..." He says pointing to her nose. "You alright?"

Zian shudders again, glancing over his shoulder at those bodies cooked to the engine, his head shaking rapidly side to side as he turns towards that open doorway. "I am leaving." the Chiss decides, promptly turning and beginning to essentially power walk his way back down the hallway towards that swoop bay. <<Hurry up. The hyperdrive is counting down, and I am unable to stop it. We need to remove ourselves from the ship before it jumps to hyperspace again.>> Again. Shuddering, he speeds himself up a bit, either assuming Sapphira is right behind him or simply leaving her. Either one is a distinct possibility. Upon arriving back at the swoop bay, he takes in the oddities of the situation before him, his gaze shifting over the Zeltron, Rip, Renek, Atrel... "Atrel." he speaks, his tone losing some of that edge to it as he notes the woman's distressed state of mind. "Atrel, are you alright?"

A few seconds after Zian arrives with the others, the Resistance Intel El-Tee's voice comes across the radio, loud and clear. <<ON THE SHUTTLE, NOW!>> It is an order, loud and clear, from the woman who swore she'd give no orders on this trip. But order she does. There's no mistaking it, nor is there any mistaking the seriousness or the severity of this order. Now means now, people.

Rial Het has partially disconnected. Rial Het gives a lazy little wave to Renek as the big trooper begins to come back around. "Eh now, Doc.. Everything's gonna be just fine, innit?" To Renek he unsubtly asides, "Tell her how fine everything's gonna be, won't you, lad? On the way to the shuttle, ideally. In a NOW-ish sort've way, I hear? Come on, then!" Lifting, urging, in a very chill manner, all while noting, "It really is all gonna be just fine, though. Dy! Give us a hand, will you?"

When that hand comes out to stop her, Atrel pauses, staring at Renek for a moment. "Bayok?" But her mind is slowly clearing what with the fresh air and his questions. Zian's entrance and Rials words seem to shake her further and Atrel is up to her feet, pulling the rebreather off her face as she wipes her hand to the drying blood. Nose is not broken, as far as she can tell but it hurts. She swallows, "I am fine...fine.." she wipes a hand to her face, as if to chase away the images from moments ago. Renek is most definitely not her brother, such a strange thing to think and she clears her throat. "I am okay." She glances to ZIan and Rial and then finally back to Renek - a haunted look on her face. She is trying her best to settle her mind. "Lets go." Because she did hear Sapphira, though she will definitely follow the others feeling a little too turned around.

<<"Copy that.">> The bridge doors open just as the trio of officers return to take over. The pair that came with Rip go to their stations. Rip gets to the pilot seat and immediately takes control of their ship and initiates the thrusters to move them away from the other vessel. "Where's our extraction pilot at?" Rip asks, but as soon as he had, the U-Wing appears on sensors and is flying for the other ship to dock and extract.

At minimum safe distance, the Last Resort's defenses have come online and the glimmer of its shields begin to oscillate.

When the U-Wing docs, the crew chief pulls the hatch open to motion personnel on board. Meanwhile, the pilot is seated up front, ready to detach at a moment's notice, and engage their thrusters to get the kriff away. Rip sips a fresh cup of caf, and spits it out. "This is much better!"

Down she goes again, this time in a gentler crumple, a planned one. The doctor's frenzy has calmed, a merited frenzy, Dyannah decides, hand to chin. Renek's feedback gets a satisfied nod from her. Rial brings her head up and she turns to look at him, mouth quirking into a smile. What she would like now is to sleep. Sleep seems such a beautiful thing, soft clouds of it will rock her till all the intensity of this crew's feelings fade to nothing. But Rial's voice breaks into the trance and with the last of her strength she rouses herself complaining, "Must I? What now?" Up she staggers to follow the others and lend a hand.

Renek rolls to his feet now as everyone is giving orders to 'abandon this ship'. "Lets get moving then, Doc." He struggles to his feet, steadies himself, and then starts moving with the crew for the exit. "That is one Hell of a drug..." He grumbles, and moves swiftly towards the ship. "Everything almost felt real."

Celes sees all is well (ish) now and nods. On her way towards the lowered hatch of the U-Wing, she's looking down at her wrist computer with a little frown at whatever information is contained there. "Wha an interestin little bugger..." Deconstructing a simulation of whatever she's trapped in the ships systems to see how it works. Even once she's on the transport she's settled onto one of the benches to gaze upon her works. She was always calm, even before Dy brought up her calming spores, so she just stays that way. She stays that way watching what recording she was able to collect of the whole situation to compare against what she now knows regarding the infectious program. "Facinating..."

The gears are turning.

How can she weaponize this and spread it further...

Behind her mask, a grin is forming. Behind her mask, a virus is worming its way into one of her lesser used subroutines and laying the foundation for a hostile takeover.

Once everything is said and done, it is Sapphira left on the ship, Sapphira left at the door with all the shinies laid out at her feet. Naturally, they're wired up, booby-trapped to within an inch of their lives. But they're /here/, even as the air filters are working in high gear. Is it possible, truly possible? Of course, what goes through Sapphira's head while she makes this decision is unknown to all. But it is a decision she makes. <<ON THE SHUTTLE, NOW!>> Sapphira's order, because it is in fact an order, comes across the comms in a way that no one can ignore. Once the order is issued, the redhead pauses, taking a few breaths as she psychs herself up for what comes next. Both hands on the doorframe, as though she were a downhill skiier about to start her slolem. Breath. Breath. Buzzer. Sapphira launches herself forward, dancing across the room to avoid any potential traps that might exist where she can't see them. She goes wide of the table, using her speed and momentum to bring her past it. She doesn't go for just anything though. Not the collection of gold chainzzzz, nor the sapphire rings, nor even for the tiarra she knew, in her heart, would fit her like a queen. No, she goes for the Pressure Diamond, and her gloved hand clamps around the gemstone easily, ripping it away and setting off at least a half dozen traps. While there was a plan for her momentum to carry her lightly out the door, it doesn't quite work that way. The traps, once triggered, are vicious. The remaining gemstones are obliterated almost immediately as small holes on the table spray various types of acid all around the room, to the ceiling, the floor, everywhere. Everywhere, that is, except our Ninja. As the acid begins to eat away at the walls and through the floor, Sapphira is already out and is making her way down the hall. It's the same hall where the wooden stake tried to skewer her earlier, so naturally they're dripping with hot molten metal; a result of the booby trap that released thermite throughout the ship. It's literally melting. But Sapphira is on a roll, sidestepping a red-hot stalagmite here or a gloopy drop of metal there. Naturally, it's not over. Right about where the stake came down earlier tere's now frag gun turrets! One explosion sends the small redhead against the opposite bulkhead, happily free of thermite for the moment. She only slows down for the briefest of seconds, and another explosion pushes her forward ... though it does clip her head with a small touch of shrapnel. "SON OF A-!" Sapling roars, yanking the balaklava off her head and tossing it aside just as she comes into view of everyone making their way to load into the Plan B. "TAKE OFF, TAKE OFF, TAKE OFF!" Sapphira is roaring, even as she runs ... headlong right into the airlock, taking whomever she can with her as she plows through. Maybe she'll land on someone. Maybe she'll propel herself right into the opposite bulkhead and knock herself out. It's impossible to say. What is certain? That redhead is still clutching a pressure diamond the size of an egg in her hand.

Rapid evacuation, right, right, "Aye, sure thing, right behind youuuuu-" Rial is briefly distracted by a glint of something shiny. Professional hazard, really. "Be right there!" A deft duck aside and palming of some little gilt scrap, right in time for Sapphira to come roaring through, slamming into him and bearing both of them into the bulkhead. "State of your run, mate?!" he complains. "Wait. Is that-" Eyes widen at the spy's prize. As the Plan B clears from The Inferno there is utter silence. Until the shockwave strikes the transport craft, bucking it and forcing it into a heavy end over list to swap dorsal for ventral. Through the viewports of the Last Resort, and the transport ship, the Inferno looks to be it's namesake. A roiling phantom of molten metal and the incandecense of hyperspace wed into a nightmare that grows, as if to envelope the transport of poor tortured souls before it suddenly leaps ahead, sending the Plan B into a flat spin, the combines with its aileron rotation, turning the ship into a whirling coin in space, its structural fittings groaning with the G-forces being exerted. Of the pirate ship? Nothing... Not even streaks of molten metal frozen in space. Gone.