Patient Zero
Oteya Ilaina was a nobody to the world, just a skiny olive skined nerd. She wasn't necesarily bad on the eyes, her black hair hanging down to her tail bone and large almond eyes got many flirtatious coworkers. She was a workaholoic however, preffering to dawn her glasses and labcoat and shut out the world in all its entirety. Dedicated to perfecting the request of her perfectionist of a boss. Oteya was the leading scientist in a bio weapon like nothing seen before. The virus carried from person to person and infected victems seventy percent of the time, another fifteen percent of the time was concluded by death. Five percent survived generally brought about by some factor that made them above human. A bomb of this nerotoxin would release a cloud of ugly yellow smoke. Enhaled victems would warp and twist in strange ways. Each unique, each similar. The complex bomb would effectively turn an entire city on itself and potentially spread even further without proper control. Oteya was a genius and loved her work believing the weapon would be put to good use. There were Ninjan ships hovering over head for example. Rumor had it that in two weeks or so they would invade. Perhaps these weapons were for times such as that.
That optimism had just died however as the young scientist over heard the words of a pink haired friend of the boss. Talk of using them in a larger game plan of theirs, something meant to more or less eradicate all of humanity. This said left her acting on impulse. Sneaking around was nothing for her, the kind of security made it where nobody went where the boss didn't want. Oteya however was able to go anywhere and everywhere do to her importance. Everyone went through a thorough process to be considered a nontraitor asset to the facility, Oteya passed it. And her expertise made her capable of doing what she wished. Now in a noble attempt to aid humanity she had stollen the mysterious red ring they had been studying and the vile of the latest batch of the serum. The ring had effects of inflicting rage and had greatly helped the virus was always purged the night before. A security procedure that made it so not a single soul could risk letting the virus slip into the wrong hands. Everyone thought at the moment however that the ring and the virus were in the right hands and so Oteya was free to move into the next phase of her plan.
Kayleira Aurorez was the latest employee of the boss, she often was seen with or mentioning this enchanting woman named Naamah. Oteya had caught a glimse of her once, stunning blue eyes. Currently it was scheduled that Kayle and Naamah would go with some alien named Nordok. They were venturing far off to a planet belonging to Dark Hammer. A prison world, nobody would look for the virus there, so that was where Oteya planed to go. The almond eyed woman had stowed away on the Devils Fist, she would hide the vile and ring in the unlikeliest of places. And then she would off herself, no memory would linger of the concoction. She had allready said her good bys through text email and voice mail. Now was but the long journoy to seeing the end of this threat, she was more a hero then Longshot. Atleast that was what she told herself, always trying to boost her ego to keep her steadfast. The venture was long and hard but necesary and she knew it. So quiet as a mouse, mind more active then a strategist in the final game of chess she sat. Curled up as small as she could be in some dark corner nobody ever ventured to.
It was hard to mistake the action of the massive craft that was the Devils Fist landing on the surface. There was simply no hiding a collosal craft going planet side, a sand storm was kicked up around the portion of the prison around the large vessel. Thick golden sands choked the air as gear unraveled from the skeletal looking metalic colosus. The prisoners were the ones to soon be sent off to retrieve everything that was to be unloaded. They were inmates it was a trivial thing for them to be sent to manage unloading. Situations changed however as something was supossed to come within the confounds. A Symaarian was the inmate of choice, a reject of the space marines. Teiro was trained from a young age to be as strong as possible. He never seamed to make it into the confines of the Imperium and winded up being a freelancer. A muscle for hire that lost his hold on the galaxy when captured for commiting mass murder for some pirate. Stuck on this rock for years like many he lost a lot of himself. Hounor and so much else was lost on acount of being a servant destined to work, work some more and die. Forgoten to the world he was almost instantly lashing out at the almond eyed beauty he found. In effort to avoid leting the ring and vile fall in the wrong happend. Placing it in the back of her mouth positive she could gag it back up if necesary. At least that was the plan up untill she was slamed into the back wall, the woman gagging as the glass broke. The ring slipped down her throat the glass slicing small lacerations as the foul toxin was digested.
Her skin began to come apart, her veins burning up inside as her body went through grotesque alterations. The body regressed and expanded in obscure formations that indeed even made some of the most seasoned killers and horrors feal apalled. Her enchanting eyes lossed all beauty and with it the world became something else to her. Like a plague her and those along side her sweapt across the prison and attempting to do so to the very planet. Teiro and Oteya began to change the planet making it a hive for the queen of infestation. Grotesque mutations and crimson colored energy sparked the wave of chaos that would seak to warp this world into a husk of its allready bleak former self...
Thirteen Hours After
Kayle kissed her lover Naamah passionately before rechecking the doors. They were in the throne room of Dark Hammer, a place of magesty and technology. It really did seam likely to fit the tastes of Nordok in Kayle's eyes. Perhaps if things had gone smoother the two would of formed a strong friendship or whatever the equivalent would have been for the two. That however was a forfeited ideal at the time being do to the situation that had entered the harbor. The tension within the room fealt thick to a degree Kayle hounestly fealt not even her plasmis katara could cleave through. The world had become a ravaged landscape of rebellion and decadence. Dark and Nord had quality forces they however were but fractions of units against hoards. It was the generals that needed to step forward. The automations standing in the halls they were not the ones to end the blight that had come towards them all.
"This is Evie, I have a few people about to go planet side for you to retrieve." A hollow vid displayed two locations. On the Stormhawk Reaper, was a small group of people being sent to help. They consisted of Hex, Punk, Syrus and a few straglers. Reaper like most Stormhawks was a small space craft capable of carying up to twelve people. It was not a flashy craft, it was however meant for fully armored space marines which meant that the passengers had freedom of movement obviously far less bulky. For those on the planet they saw the passengers of the craft, for those on the craft they saw the throne room of Dark Hammer and those within it. Both saw also a hologram of Evie, the woman whos beauty was rivaling gods, she was genetic manufactured perfection. Her slender flawless as could be build was accented by a firm fiting suit made of nano fiber. The hologram was so close to realism without the obvious color distortion one might think the video to be real and happening in real time right before them.
"Allow me to introduce who I can in the short time you have. Onboard the Reaper we have four Keresh provided for Kayle from her friend Ravek. Armed in Exo Suits this squad will follow her to the letter. Beside them is Salem Hex." She was the pink and raven haired teen known for wining the crown during the King of the Vine. She was also Evie's closest friend. "Across from her is Syrus, I personally asked him to come along as he works wonders with Hex. His skills in tight corners do to his talents with a blade should also help. Beside him is Punk, I was able to call him in from his ties to Fox Company. Razor works in the same team, the man's abilities peaked my enterest this seams a good place for him to exercise his abilities." What she really wanted was to see his demon powers shine. He was hiding secrets, she didn't know it by evidence just from his manerisms, he was burdened in some way. A troubled soul to become her pawn, for Evie was ever the scheming mastermind. "Beside him is Venture Kid, hes fond of killing monsters and considering what where up against I tossed him in the pot." She managed to find him through her ties to Bloodcroft twins and their mother Bloodstone who worked with the Knights of Dawn. "Planet side we have Naamah whos best described as remarkable. My security chief, the captain of the Devils Fist Kayleira Aurorez is also there. And then theres Nordok who most of you probably know from his little broadcast above the planet awhile back. This is all I have time to sumarize at the moment." The blond paused before continuing "as of right now the planet is considered hostile, anyone you do not see beside you or on the opposite end of this hologram should be labeled a target and disposed of with lethal force. If for some reason the means we discussed do not seam adequate enough paymet wise simply inform me."
The floor was then given to Kayle her portrait replacing the image of Evie. The transition was fluid and her gold eyes heald their sheen even in the displays of the virtual light. "You will likely have fifteen minutes before we can get to you. I would recomend that as you reach the surface you instantly set up a perimeter and prepare for hostiles. Mean while myself and those in this room will make are way to you, we will have far to much work to attend to. Whatever petty rivalries or issues you might have I suggest you drop for the moment. We have fought these things for over ten hours off and on and hardly made a dent. I don't have time to babysit." With that the Keresh switched off the hologram, from the window she could make out the bird like shape of the air craft. Raising her Mulcher Plasma Rifle, she slid in a fresh battery pack and gave the chainsaw bayonet a playfull rev. The MPR as it was commonly called was a simple easy to mass produce assault weapon. Firing small bolts of plasma that did pretty good damage at medium range and wicked work up close. They lost some acuracy for fire rate, equiped on each was a chainsaw under barel weapon. Great for when the enemy got in ones personal space. It seamed to cut and eat its way through next to anything hence the mulch in the name. Kayle was not a big fan of the weapon but it was conventional and now was not a time for complaining.
Drones the generic infected highly resiliant skin well armed and most of all relentless. Having lost almost all brain function the Drones are grunts and pawns send them in any numbers. Losses mean nothing to the empress.
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