Neverwinter Boom

Posted on Mon Mar 24th, 2025 @ 4:16pm by Shadowy Figure

488 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: The Foragers
Location: Club NeverWinter, Empok Nor
Timeline: One Month after Get the Party Started

A normal evening, like many that had come before but one that would stay with most beings that were passing anywhere near the station. A Shadowy Figure watched from concealment, making sure to be out of any of the station’s security feeds A PADD tracked the beings going in and coming out of Club Neverwinter. The former had been backed up for nearly an hour. If their face could be seen, a disturbing smile would have shown bright.

By their calculation, the club would be at capacity plus. Just over three hundred beings enjoying themselves. Drinking. Dancing.

Grimly, the Shadowy Figure watched the timer run down and as the club’s exterior lighting all changed to red, he could hear the screaming. Claxon’s began sounding and people were running. They’d timed Station Securities reactions.

Forty five seconds would be more enough.

Over the past week, the Shadowy Figure and their crew mates had planted video and audio recording devices and that feed now appeared on the PADD. The software they’d introduced worked as well and he noted the transporter codes piggy backed in on the widely fluctuating gravitons signal as the virus corrupted one system after another.

The station rocked as the gravitons were disrupted and the deck shifted widely for several moments.

And that’s all they needed. Four of the Crew were moving into the club in the guise of Station security, making for the main office. Forty seconds later, the figure began moving his way toward the more populated portions of the station, merging with the panicked crowd and avoiding station first responders. Though hopefully, the secondary device wouldn’t.

Then they were gone.

Chaos reined for minutes, claxons sounding throughout the station as more explosions rippled throughout the habitat and docking rings. Most were small, though one airlock was blown out and even more alarms sounded adding to the effect.

As station personnel began responding, even more explosions cracked off, causing more casualties.

Outside the station, two freighters that were within the shield bubble abruptly blew, shorting out the field projectors on both Upper and Lower pylon's. Three more merchant ships that were making their approach, abruptly fired hidden phasers, taking out two weapons platforms and damaging the launching bay where the Brigade's fighters were hangared.

Then they were gone as well.

Within the station, all of the remaining monitors flickered and a fanged and horned skull flag fluttered. The skull was imposed over a bloody red disk and rested on six ivory horns.

A giggling, breathy woman's voice sounded throughout the station as the program continued, "We are the Ashen Hand. We just wanted to say hello. So...Hello Empok Nor. Warn your friends. We're coming to visit. We want your booty."

The giggling became a peal of laughter and then abruptly cut off and all of the power within the station cut off for ten heartbeats.

 

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