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Chapter 6: Infection

Mira had been uneasy for most of the twenty minutes they had been in the Undercity. Revan had noticed Carth had tensed up and was coiled to strike. Mission had agreed to help Revan and Carth gain entrance into the Black Vulkar base with the blessing of the Hidden Beks. The former Sith Lord had heard rumors of beasts roaming the undercity of Taris and had even gathered as much information on them as he could. The uneasiness in Mira had not yet transferred to him but he was not particularly enthusiastic to be stuck in the Outcast village. It reminded him too much of what he had seen in the Undercity of Coruscant years before.

Mira had been having a bad feeling as they say since she and Revan had stepped off the lift to the Undercity. Carth was clad in Sith armor and the lift guard had already been informed to expect Revan and Mira. It had not been that, or the thugs that had tried to rob them as soon as they stepped into the hellish Undercity that had bothered her.

Revan had always said she was special, that she had a sort of battle instinct. What he had not told her was that she was strong in the Force. Revan had been watching her progress but had no way to measure her potential. Ever the perfectionist, Revan had decided against training her until he could either become or find the proper teacher for such things. Until then he had subtly encouraged her to speak up if she were feeling danger. Mira's intuition had saved their collective asses several times.

"Something isn't right here..."

She muttered. Regardless of where they were she had always been able to feel as if they were being watched or if danger was close but now it was as if they were surrounded by nothing. She could easily feel the eyes of the villagers but did not consider them a threat. There was something that just made her want to leave this place as quickly as possible.

"What is it?"

Revan asked, casting Carth a silencing glare. The Republic Commander took the hint and went to speak to several villagers.

"Its as if there's a blank spot here. I can't describe it as anything else. I know there is something out there but I don't know..."

Revan rose an eyebrow, casting a paranoid glance over his shoulder. He had been stabbed in the back too many times to completely trust anyone besides Mira.

"Just be ready to fight if we have to. It could be those beasts we heard about."

Mira nodded, not looking at all comfortable with Revan's words. Sighing, Revan checked his mask's sensors, detecting a few dozen life forms gathered outside the Outcast village. Shaking his head, Revan placed the mask over his face and drew up his hood. Doing a quick check of his lightsaber and pistol, Revan pulled a light repeating blaster carbine from his shoulder and checked its power.

"Looks like we're going to have to find the kid. I don't think its like her to be late."

There was a small amount of drama at the gate, ended when Revan used his jet pack to fly over the wall and rained blasterfire down on several Rakgouls. Landing lightly, Revan smirked beneath his mack, looking at the startled Outcast man that had been trapped outside.

"Its fun being dangerous."

Revan replied simply, not hearing the approach of another creature behind him. At the last moment, Revan's mask sensors alerted him to a heat signature approaching from behind him. Spinning quickly, Revan drew his pistol and fired several shots into the Rakgoul's head, backing away as the beast dropped and slid to his feet. Sneering at the beast, Revan kicked the animal, surprised when it gurgled and latched onto his thigh with its mouth.

Driving an elbow into the beast's head, Revan quickly ripped its mouth from his thigh and twisted its neck. The resounding snap drowned out the startled gasp as the Outcast man backed away nervously.

"Get the Hell back to your wife."

Revan spat, watching as a viscous green fluid began pouring from the wound.
"I told you I had a bad feeling."

Mira wailed, shaking her head. This was absolutely great. Now they had to find some Sith patrol and convince them to let them borrow some of the serum.

"I'm not usually one to stick my nose into other people's business but maybe this could work to both our advantages..."

Carth began, wanting to find a sample of the Rakgoul serum to give to the people of Taris. Revan slowly turned his masked features to Carth, staring at him in silence a moment before speaking.

"First part of the plan. Shut up."

Revan waved his blaster to emphasize his point. He was still annoyed that he had been caught off guard. The burning sensation flowing through his body as well as the throbbing pain in his leg didn't help.

"Second-"

"Please, you have to help me no one else will help me. Even the Beks won't help me but I can't just leave him there, he's my friend!"

Revan sighed.
"Second, we make sure I don't decide to go around biting people and third."

Revan cast a glance over his shoulder as Mission approached.

"We get these Vulkars to see things my way."

The Undercity was in some pretty poor condition. After killing close to a dozen Rakgoul, Revan and the others came across a pile of Sith corpses which to his glee had several vials of Rakgoul Serum with them. Quickly injecting himself, Revan drew his blaster carbine and began scanning the surrounding area for Rakgouls. Spotting one in the distance, Revan shot the creature in the head and laughed sadistically as he rushed over to it, pulling his lightsaber out and driving it into the creature's head.

"That infection was starting to get to me."

Revan explained to the others as they watched. Mira laughed and Mission chuckled nervously, casting a quick look at Carth, who had decided to lose the Sith armor and was scowling at the scene of violence.

"I'm in a good mood, go make the masses happy."

Revan tossed a vial to Carth and smirked as he pocketed the one remaining vial.

"What are you going to do with that?"

Mission asked warily. Carth rose a brow, curious as well. Revan chuckled, in a very good mood as to the fact that he wasn't going to mutate anymore.

"I'm going to sell it to that greedy Hutt and see how long it takes him to notice he's not the only one that has it."

Carth unconsciously laughed, drawing a surprised look from Mira.

"Careful, Republic boy."

The bounty hunter warned, grinning as she ran a hand along her wrist launcher.

"Calm down."

Carth threw his hands up in mock surrender, grudgingly appreciating the bounty hunter's sense of humor. Revan continued to a small hatch that Mission told him would lead even further into the sewers. Turning from the entrance, Revan nodded to Mira.

"Go with Republic boy to the good doctor and meet me outside the Vulkar base."

Mira rose a brow, nodding. Revan was likely going to be killing a whole lot of people and knew she wouldn't be overly appreciative of the casualties. Even if they were trying to kill her at the time.

"Come on..."

Mira sighed, motioning to Carth to follow her. Carth grumbled to himself and followed the bounty hunter as Mission and Revan made their way into the sewers.

"So..."

Mission began. Revan tapped the side of his mask and scowled as the sensors showed him nothing but interference. Looking around, Revan assumed it was all the old machinery messing with the mask and pulled his hood back, securing his mask inside his cloak. The young Twi'lek took a moment to study the young man's features, surprised at the hunter's young appearance.

"Yes?"

Revan asked.

"Is your name really Raven?"

Mission ventured, her headtails twitching nervously. Revan surprised himself by smiling at the inquisitiveness.

"Something like that..."

Revan replied, appreciating his own humor. Mission just rose a brow and continued in silence until another question worked itself into her mind.

"So how long have you and uh, Mira been... working together?"

Revan gave the Twi'lek a sideways glance.

'Three years. Met her back on Nar Shadda and we've watched each other's backs since."

Mission nodded, thinking of her relationship with Zalbaar. All too soon, Revan noticed the corridors were gaining a distinct odor. Drawing his carbine, Revan hugged the walls, grateful to see Mission doing the same thing as she pulled a fairly weathered, but effective vibroblade. Crouching, Revan narrowed his eyes against the dim lighting and spotted two Gammorheans moving through the corridors lazily as they hefted their axes. Shaking his head, Revan sighted along his barrel and turned each of the pig-like alien's heads into smoking holes as Mission quickly activated her stealth field and moved up ahead, to scout the area.

"There are four more in this room. One looks like the chieftain."

Mission whispered to Revan. Revan nodded his acknowledgment, pulling a flash grenade.

"Better safe than sorry."

Revan tossed the grenade, waiting for the light to floor the corridors before moving in. Rounding the corner, Revan fired three shots into the chieftain, noticing the hits reflecting off of a blue-white energy field. Acting on instincts, Revan rushed forward, kicking the bulbous alien in the chest and sending it into a wall. Turning, Revan noticed Mission's stealth field shimmer as she incapacitated one of the other two Gammorheans. Firing two quick bursts at the aliens, Revan rounded on the chieftain and dodged the axe swung for his head as the Gammorhean squealed in a rage and lunged for him.

Dodging and rolling away, Revan dropped his rifle and drew his crimson bladed saber. The saber quickly snapped to life and seared through the personal shield and finally the Chieftain itself.

Taking an instant to gauge his surroundings, Revan's head snapped to a sealed door as squeaks sounded behind the bulkhead. Running his lightsaber along the mechanism, Revan could hear the Gammorheans pounding angrily on the other side. Mission's voice drew Revan from his musings as the door refused to give way.

"This looks like one of those old fashioned manual locks..."

Mission said, thinking aloud. It was only a matter of moments before Revan found himself the proud owner of a new Wookiee. Zalbaar apparently had a better sense of honor.

"And sanity..."

Revan noted to himself, than Harnharr.

"Now can we get to those Vulkars?"

Revan asked after a reunion between Mission and Zalbaar. The Wookiee gave a roar of approval but offered a complaint of being hungry while Mission merely complained of some random smell.

Note: Yea, I know its short but I am picking this up after months of nothing so... yea. I'll try...