Containment Failure - Strain 1973 [Closed]

[Tinfect]

It is supposed to look like shit, but not quite like that. I've succeeded?

Extreme Parasitic Lifeform - FL2358 - Strain 1973 - Log 227:
Adapted Strain 1735, addition of Vaskkil Genome increased resistance to Radiological containment. Strain 1835 Indexed and Stored in Incendiary Cell, Containment effective.

Adapted Strain 1835, Addition of Viral 23358-B resulted in elimination of Sample. Remaining Samples returned to storage.

Adapted Strain 1835, addition of Viral 23358-C resulted in resistance to V23358B, added V23358B, Strain 1921 Indexed and stored in Incendiary Cell.

Tested Strain 1921, Subject, Human-Synthetic, Parasite infection confirmed within 23 seconds of release into cell. Strain eliminated by Immune System. [Researcher Note] What.

Strain 1921 Mutated, Parasite Airborne, containment held. Strain 1953 Indexed.
[Updated] Parasite escaped containment, assimilated samples of Native and 1537 Strains. Strain 1973 Indexed, Containment Breach determined Parasite capable of Infection. Quarantine Zone Established
[Researcher Note] Requesting Termination of Strain 1973, Probability of Breach estimated at 20.397%.

Strain 1973 Quarantine Zone Failure.
[Update] Reactor Detonation Failure.
[Containment Team Note] Setting Subspace Drive for Balder, Here's hoping Internal can take out the ship before it hits.
[Update] Subspace Drive Activated, Target: Balder, Imperial Core World
[Update] Reactor Disabled
[Update] Entering Atmosphere
[Update] Impact Imminent - Battery Grid Failure detected, AI Core shutting down

The TNI - Genesis of Cataclysm, unpowered, and undetected, burned through the atmosphere of Balder, the Orbital Defenses too sparsely laid out to destroy the vessel, and the Orbital Garrison unaware even of its existence. Moments later, it crashed in the city of Illvaen. The initial Imperial response was nonexistent, it was assumed the Reactor would be breached in the crash, and that the city would be lost. This did not happen. The Reactor, had been disabled shortly after entry into the System, leaving the vessel's research, largely, alive.

Internal Security was unprepared for the attack, the first teams dispatched were Patrol units, lightly armed, and lightly armored. Their failure to respond prompted Enforcement Teams. By the time they arrived, the area surrounding the vessel was almost totally infested. Within 2 hours, the Parasite had spread to 40% of the city.

Balder - North Illvaen - 3 Hours after Initial Infection
"10 Seconds to deployment, prepare to drop!"
That was the Pilot. If the sudden weightlessness was any indication, the Dropship had just entered Deceleration. Princeps Illaren Errant took a brief glance to his left, catching sight of the modified Locust Drone they would be using for whatever the hell it is that's going on down there. He may have rank in Imperial Intelligence, that's why he was here, after all, but that didn't mean he got to know what was going on.

The Dropship's Lower Door cracked open, when the Pilot said drop, they certainly meant it. Visor said 30 Meters. Certainly not comfortable, in Powered Armour, but not certainly not lethal. The Locust was out first, showing the characteristic enthusiasm of its model, followed shortly by the group of HLE Units he was heading up, and them, by himself.

The Drop Site was in the Quarantine, the closest Contained Zone, was Barracks 3 and the Grounds.
That's half a Kilometer away.
Sensors showed no targets in the area, Environment wasn't picking up any Toxins, or, any more than it usually did, and orders were to reinforce.

"Waypoint's up, Barracks 3, Move out!"

And so it was done.

[Aeiouia]

Balder, Orbit - Approximately Three Hours after Initial Infection

"Jump complete, ma'am. FTL checks out, does not look like it is about to explode or anything. Standing by for further orders."

"Ja, now it's pretty simple! If ze Tinfects detects you and starts bitching about boarder control, zen ze new system doesn't work. If their more advanced defenses don't manage zis, zen it does work!"

"Um..."

"Hey, if zey do send a warning transmission to you, just jump away. Ve'll blame it on Vasskil or something afterwards."

"Overseer..."

"Okay, okay. Zat's not too believable. Vhat about... Dunk Vasskil buggies? Zat sounds like more plausible of an excuse!"

"Overseer, no! It looks like something odd is going on on the planet's surface. Get away from the alcohol and check sensors for once."

"Vell. Zat's... Oh damn... Look at that city... It's ze Parasite! I thought zat we got rid of that crap!"

"Yeah. That is what I was trying to tell you!"

"Well. Ve can't just stand by while people are dying, and zis is a pretty convenient opportunity to test ze new payload systems. Send them a transmission, ask vhat's going on and offer support."

"Got it."

Suddenly, a few thousand kilometres away from the upper atmosphere of Balder, a transmission is sent to the Tinfect forces. Oddly, it seems to have no clear vessel or device that it is coming from, and instead seems to be coming from multiple locations. Attempts to trace it back its source would only pick up multiple transmission points scattered around seemingly randomly, with some even being almost on the other side of the world.

"Salutations, Tinfect forces. This is Decimal 4, callsign Forge, of Aeiouia. I happened to be in the area due to unrelated circumstances, and I am detecting odd events occurring on Balder's surface. Mainly, signs of what appear to be the Parasite again.

Is everything okay down there, and would some assistance be helpful to you?"

[Tinfect]

Balder - Civil Oversight Center - 3.5 Hours after Initial Infection

The Civil Oversight Center, like most other State Centers on Balder, was in something of a disarray, Gunships hanging over the dense streets surrounding, Military Barricades, despite being a good 3 Kilometers from the Quarantine Zone, and hastily assembled Operations Centers littering the Interior, and Exterior of the complex.

The Balder Civil Administrator, Ferenk Alistratov, was pouring over reports, trying to distract himself from the fact that hardly any Internal Security Personnel deployed to Evacuation Teams had reported back, when an aide rushed into the office,

"Administrator, an Archailect transmission was picked up by the Orbital grid."
This rushed statement was quickly followed by the placement of a sheet of paper on his desk, and the immediate departure of the Aide.

"Salutations, Tinfect forces. This is Decimal 4, callsign Forge, of Aeiouia. I happened to be in the area due to unrelated circumstances, and I am detecting odd events occurring on Balder's surface. Mainly, signs of what appear to be the Parasite again.

Is everything okay down there, and would some assistance be helpful to you?"

He reached to acquire a Pen, before realizing that the Orbital Communications Grid, was, in fact, still functional.

"This is Balder Civil Administrator, Ferek Alistratov. The circumstances of your arrival in the system are irrelevant to the Imperium as of this moment. As you are clearly aware, parasitic organisms have overtaken a large portion of the Northern Illvaen, casualties are, as of yet, unknown, but estimated highly. Imperial Forces set to hold the quarantine are failing as we speak, and HLE Teams are only just beginning to arrive.

The parasite, from what we know of the incident, appears to have originated the crash of an unknown Imperial vessel, the coordinates of which are attached. Any information you can provide to the Imperium regarding its origin will be highly valued, and we are requesting your support in the containment of the parasite.

~
Ferek Alistratov

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Balder - North Illvaen - 3.5 Hours after Initial Infection

Barracks 3 was within sight, what, however, was not within sight, is any sign of the Internal Security team they were supposed to coordinate with. Sensors were still showing blanks on all fronts, and Environment was, as usual, showing no more than the usual level of horribly bad things.

"Commander, we've got nothing on scope, say we move into the base? Reports from Intel say we don't want to be caught in the open if we run into any Parasite."

The Hastatus had a point, last time these things showed up, the only thing that kept them out of the Core Worlds was rapid Imperial Action. They had neither the luxury of preparation, or the sheer firepower to deploy here.

"Gate 2, by the Prop-Board*, keep a watch on the Sensors.

With that, the team moved into the Barracks, finding it strangely deserted for a reportedly 'Safe' installation.
Something was clearly wrong.

"Hold, Legionnaire, take a Lance and move into the base, search for survivors, and pull the logs if you can."

With that, the group's Legionnaire, and half the Team, entered the base, leaving Illaren with a Lance of HLEs, and the Locust, which, for some reason, had been painted with an old Tinfect 'poem' about foreigners. Less of a Poem, really, more of a racist rambling.

His musing was cut off by the sudden appearance of a number of Imperial Transponder signatures outside the gate.

"Got a dozen on Sensors, Transponders say Int-Sec, want the gate open?"

Seeing no reason to delay, he keyed in the code for the gate, leaving the twin doors to slowly slide open, and prepared to brief the Int-Sec personnel who were very likely to not be surviving the next few hours.

Rather, he would have, had the Internal Security Personnel not immediately rushed in and tried to Impale him with some sort of Spike.

Narrowly dodging, more by virtue of a rapid gait than any actual intent on his part, he drew his Sterilizer from its dock on the Powered Armour,

On one hand, Environment was now displaying a disturbing amount of Airborne Parasite. On the other hand, they only lived about 10 seconds when exposed to air.

Not that any of that information was useful when they had to fight off a dozen horrifying mutants equipped with Powered Armour, but it was good to know.

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[OOC]
*Short for Propaganda Board. More of a Recruitment poster than anything else, they're a common sight around Military Facilities.

[Aeiouia]

Balder

"Unfortunately, we have no idea what the story is behind this vessel that you mentioned. We just arrived on-scene, and we were not even aware of its existence before you told us of it.

Regardless, this is FB-73-C Decimal 4, callsign Forge. I am currently heading to the Illvaen area to assist HLE Teams. Stand by... "

The strike craft begins rapidly burning to put itself on a swift de-orbit trajectory to the planet's surface. And less then a minute later, it begins entering the atmosphere.

Of course, all of its fancy stealth systems are rather worthless as it begins experiencing quite glaringly obvious re-entry effects. Projecting what appears to be a small fireball a few kilometers south of the Barracks where the conflict was currently raging.

"Iris, you better have not messed up the new loading system. I swear, if I have to charge into battle without missiles, I am going to be quite perturbed, to say the least."

"Kid, trust me. I mean, it's a device that helps shit blow up... Well, non-lethally, of course. Still, I'd never screw sumthin' like that up! Go on, try to launch a warhead!"

"Rodger that, Jenny."

"Oh, for f***'s sake..."

As soon as the bright re-entry effects subside, the Procne launches two warheads. Both of which begin heading directly towards Barracks 3 with quite a great deal of speed.

"... See?! It worked! Now, stop callin' me that, you know I hate that damn name!"

"Right, sorry Iris."

"I'm going to call in some reinforcements. Ze sooner zis infection is countered, ze better. Ze longer ze Parasite has to spread, the more horrific this is going to get."

The two missiles suddenly decloak and split into their second stage upon reaching about five hundred meters of their horrible mutated and power armor-equipped targets. The swarm of smaller warheads target the infected ex-personnel, hoping to destroy any equipment that they may have on them, and at least stun the abominations for long enough for Imperium forces to take them out.

Still remaining cloaked and heading towards the facilities, the Procne lobs away another two warheads, though these seem to stealthily follow the craft, with both being Zapsat escorts.