(D9 EN Lab Team) Cleansing Sin

[Zanebry Varliss]

"Ah, that I can help with." It was a casual maneuver reaching up his hat, he'd take it off and reaching inside retrieve a small datachip from behind a liner on the inside. Casually he tossed it towards Osmodar be returning his hat to his head. "Most of what you'll want to know is in there."

He turned towards the Czerka rep. "I don't believe stolen children count as your property, and for the moment I'd suggest you calm down and have your men drop their weapons. It's likely better for everyone involved."

[Durasay Mixo]

Negotiating with Corrupt Czerka Bueracrat (Presence 4, Negotion 1, with a Boost from SIS vs. Daunting difficulty, upgraded 3 times): 1eP+3eA+2eB+3eC+1eD 2 successes, 1 Despair


"I'm sure we can work something out, Mister Middle Manager of Weapons of Destruction blah blah blah." Durasay smiled coyly at the Bueracrat, keeping his blasters up, but ready for anything. "Listen, this is bad. This is really, really bad. Can you imagine how it would look if Czerka, a noted corporation with Republican and Imperial interests, was discovered to be enslaving children? Developing a new bioweapon!?. Stocks would plummet, inquiries held. Sure the top executives would give platitudes and apologize for rogue agents. But they'd get off scot free. But people like you? Junior Executives and Low level burecrats? You'd be thrown out like raw meet to a nexu. You don't want that. Imagine... you help us stop this corruption... you get to look like a hero to your bosses... to your shareholders. Promotions, new titles... a company speeder... all if you just... help."

Durasay flashed a winning smile, raising his eyebrows. "What do you say?"

[Nekoinu]

The Czerka representative stayed at his desk, practically seething with rage. If he had been a Sith then the air would have chilled around him. He eventually took off his cap and sighed. "Lower your weapons." He tugged his collar. "How do we proceed?"

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Despair will mean that his influence is particularly limited now at the station.

[Zanebry Varliss]

"You give us access, and all the information you can. Including where any back ups of this information might be held. We mean to destroy this thing before it can do any harm, and to do that we need to know every last detail you might know."

[Nekoinu]

"Here," he said, offering his passcard. "This will get you through some doors. I can walk with you otherwise and tell the guards to stand down.

"As for the project, I cannot tell you the science behind it but I can tell you the plan. All of it. The," he started, tugging at his collar, "the children are test subjects for a, well, evolution of the rakghoul plague." He lowered his eyes. "Nekghouls is their official designation. They are stronger, more intelligent, and may be able to wield the Force. Only Force-sensitives are able to mature into the process.

"However, the goal is more than a better rakghoul. The scientists have been attempting some way to retain their sentience, control them somehow. This would allow a commander to lead an army of rakghouls."

He sighed. "The other project is a highly toxic version of the plague that spreads through airborne contamination rather than a rakghoul's claws. The process is also accelerated.

"In all, the idea is to not only possess a rabid fighting force but also one that grows."

[Durasay Mixo]

"But why? Who would contract something so... vile." Durasay had to bite his tongue. Instead, he looked to the rest of the team, then back to the bueracrat. "Is there an antidote? A vaccine? Are their offsite facilities?"

Was this just the beginning of something more sinister?

[Nekoinu]

"There are antidotes if you are infected. However, once the process is complete, it is impossible to revert it. As for off-site facilities, I am sure there are but I don't have access to them. I suppose it's to prevent situations such as these... This is the main one, however."

[Zanebry Varliss]

Zane nodded. "I assume you have the antidotes on sight then?" He asked, his mind trying to put together anything else they may need. No access from this man was bad, but he at least had somethign to work with.

Z turned to Baesal. "Could you track any possible file transfers if you had access to the computers?"

[Nekoinu]

"Of course. Infections happen, from time to time. We hope to make the toxin capable of piercing filters." He tugged his collar. "Getting through vacuum seals is also a lofty goal."

The rep shook his head. "That won't help you. There're only a handful of people who know where the backups are and they are never transferred digitally."

[Durasay Mixo]

"Is there a log with a chain of custody? Delicate materials like that would keep track of every hand who touched any data, just in case there were any issues, they could be found quickly, right?" Durasay looked squarely at the representative as he spoke, wanting to reach into his mind, to implant that little seed of helpfulness that...

Influence! (Guiding emotions) (Basic power): 1eF 1 Dark Side


But no, it was that dark, creeping feeling. He didn't want to tap into it, not when he was so unfocused. Instead, he hoped the sincerity in his voice would help him.

(OOC: Not tapping into the dark side)

[Nekoinu]

"You could speak to the scientists whom last handled it, I suppose. That's where the logs would end."

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay looked at the rep, then to Zanebry, then the droid, and then Baesal. "Alright, let's get moving." He kept a wary glance at the SIS members.

The Force is with Us.

[Zanebry Varliss]

Zane glanced to Osmodor. "You should leave my friend, it won't be long before things start getting messy here. You too Claire, unless you want to stay and help..."

After that he started moving, his guns still weren't drawn but they were close at hand. "Aye Durasay, it's about time we go."

[Nekoinu]

"The Republic isn't leaving until we find out what's happening," Claire retorted. Oz simply sighed in response and nodded.

The Czerka representative led the proceeding along, waving off any small time guards. Fes reported that he was close-by on overwatch instead of dispatching guards for the time being.

At the entrance to the lab stood the Head of Security. He was a clean-cut man but his glare gave him a much older appearance. Along with a few normal guards, he also had two of Czerka's very own black ops flanking him. "It's over, Chief Hallone," the rep stated, "Stand down."

"Your authority on the matter is null then. Nobody, and I mean nobody, is allowed in or out unless they are authorized science personnel."

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That's how the Despair from earlier plays out ^^

[Zanebry Varliss]

"As you wish Claire." He replied simply, letting the SIS agent have her way as they continued forward. as the chief arrived on the scene he studied him, as well as the other men before beginning to speak.

"Are we certain we have to be so Final on that Chief Halone? I'm sure if we chat for a bit we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement." He smiled. "My friend Durasay here, can probably offer a few convincing arguments."

[HX-S4]

"All of this talk and debate has only brought us forward a short way, where ample supply of the only true solution would have this path clear. I am in your employ, Varliss, I suggest you make use of my services." HX would probably be scowling if it could, it had remained quite silent to this point, but seeing an obvious obstacle much less likely to be removed only caused it to scan the area ahead, keeping behind the group and higher up to get an accurate count, the blaster swiveling somewhat as it processed the accuracy for each shot.

[Durasay Mixo]

Appealing to a Higher Authority (Presence 4, Leadership 1, 2x Command, Enhanced Leader vs. Difficulty that Neko will roll): 1eP+3eA+2eB+1eF 4 successes, 3 advantage, 1 Dark Side


Security Chief Resistance roll (willpower 4, discipline 1, 3 setback dice for being obstinate. Neko spent a destiny to upgrade, 1 setback dropped due to Durasay's Commanding Presence talent): 2eC+2eD+2eS 4 failures, 2 threat


(Flipping a destiny point, suffering 1 strain, 1 conflict, to convert the dark side pip to one success. Total after roll 1 success, 1 advantage, using the advantage to recover the strain)

"Chief. How about the authority of what's best for the galaxy?" Durasay moved to the side, effusing the air with his commanding presence. "You know what's behind those doors. We're here to stop it. Think what could happen if it gets out, the things that could potentially happen to families. Your family." He looked at the Chief squarely in the eyes.

"We are here on the side of peace. And security."

[Nekoinu]

Chief Hallone was a man who was used to being in charge. His expression shifted as the Dark Side seeped into his mind, preying upon the fear in him. He swallowed and stood tall in order to maintain his pride. "It appears it is indeed over. With all the scrutiny, this project will never last." He gave the signal for his troopers to stand down.

[Durasay Mixo]

Influence! (Guiding emotions) (Basic power): 1eF 1 Light Side


"Exactly the point. It was doomed from the start. Tell your men to stand down. Give us access, and get the hell out of here. You don't want this on your hands." Durasay maintained his cool composure, the wry smile on his face turning to something a bit darker. "This isn't your fault, you're just doing your job." He reached out with the Force as he spoke, wanting to sooth the man's conscience, to guide his emotions to a state of calm.

"You're a good man, Chief."

[Nekoinu]

"Right. Right," the chief nodded. He went up to the lab's main door and pressed his credentials against it but it was flatly denied. He pressed it again and again but the result was the same. "Something is wrong with the system."

Durasay's comm began to blip unless he had silenced it.

And as for Zanebry, a creeping feeling came over him. A sense of danger, nondescript but pressing. The source: O'nera Aeser.

[Durasay Mixo]

"Wrong with the system?" He raised an eyebrow, then felt his comm in his pocket. Holstering Blue, he kept Red in his right hand, and grabbed his comm. "This is Mixo, everything alright?" He watched the door, then the rest of the crew.

What the kriff was going on?

[Zanebry Varliss]

"We'll be getting to that point soon enough HX." Z whispered to the droid as he watched the various men stand down. The scientists at the very least would have to die, they knew too much about this project, and after they revealed what they knew. They would no longer be of any use.

This was not good, not good at all. and Z quietly drew both his blasters from inside his coat. A silent look at Osmador told him to get out of the way. The shooting was likely to start soon.

The flashing Comm of Durasay caught his interest, and he silently turned the man's way. An uneasy feeling in his gut, as he turned to face the older man. If there was trouble Craw should be calling him, not his friend.

[Nekoinu]

"Su cuy'gar! Let's grab a drink when you get back," a voice chimed to Durasay in Mando'a, "I made a good haul myself today."

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay clicked the comm away. Grabbing his other blaster once more, he looked at the door, then down the halls. This wasn't the deal.

Containment. Sterilization. That was the plan! What was going on!? This wasn't the deal at all!

"This is a Killbox! Everyone, get to cover!" He shouted, pointing his blasters down the hall.

Kriff!

[Zanebry Varliss]

"What have you done my friend?" Zane asked the blue man, as he made his way to whatever cover he could find. "Assault team seems to be in some serious danger at the moment, and I'm getting the feeling you are involved."