Medical Frigate NX-375 (Colton)

[Rhoden Carbine]

"Hard.. move." Rhoden said through stiff lips. The mechanical functions of the micro-droids had indeed stopped. And, flooded throughout his system as they were, his movement was troubled. He moved as quickly as he could though--he didn't want to imagine what would happen if they happened to be clogging particularly vital points of his body--and he had the mechanism repaired easily. It was an older model, predating even the Clone Wars, but the job was done. Rhoden headed back to the medbay stumbling like an undead freak from some holodrama.

Suddenly Rhoden's movements stopped becoming labored and he swallowed as he stumbled and fell to the floor shuddering. "Dot... damn." he said, remembering the droid had become inactive. He climbed up to eye level with a terminal and checked the central computer--still offline. He keyed his commlink, "I think the droids just adapted. They're running individually now." he gasped both in pain and realization of their stupidity. "Probably accessed... someone's ship, computer would have given them all the information they needed to modify their systems." Rhoden, despite the never-ending waves of pain, the resumed mental strain, and the fact that he was probably about to die, couldn't help but admire the tenacity of these droids.

He keyed his commlink and contacted his ship, "Shadow, are you still there?" a nervous beep answered, "Do you read any... contaminants... in your system...?" he asked, fighting for each word. A negative beep. "If... my life-sign... goes inactive... initiate... Protocol Alpha-7." he took a shuddering breath, "Authorization... K-7-3-9." he said. The protocol would initiate a rather nasty self destruct system he'd installed around the ship's hyperdrive. It would fairly well vaporize the entire frigate if it came to that point. Shadow trilled mournfully but confirmed the order.

"You have until I die or we all get vaporized," he coughed again, "Along with these damned droids." he said into the comm.

[Neive Undant]

Neive sighed as he folowed through the steps, and nodded as the lights went green except for one yellow one.
"Alright, green lights near the bridge, continuing to the med bay."
Neive jogged towards the med bay, passing rhoden as he saw his condition slightly improving.
"Alright, let's finish this. If they're individually acting, we're back to the EMP. Disperse the cures, activate the EMP, and try to get this thing to glide to the planet surface." Neive reached the med bay and began installing the cures into the main unit, which carries the cure throughout the whole ship using the other 2. He prepared it and looked at the pipes, making sure the med bay unit was green-lighted as well.
"We ready for this?"

[Colton Hunter]

Colt sighed, leave it to the Imperials to only deal in extremes. Though he was on board with the idea in this case. He wasn't entirely sure it would help. It could result in the virus becoming an airborne pathogen, raining down into the atmosphere of the small spheroid who's orbit they were decaying in. He began making his way back down to the medbay, when Sevenate gave off a shrill warning. His hand snapped to one of the rails on the side of the corridor, his feet suddenly no longer on the ground as gravity left the ship. A system failure warning flashing across his HUD. The device was pulling on dwindling power. He forced his feet down, until they touched the ground, and then debated on activating his mag-locks... before he thought better of it, and, using the railing, propelled himself forward, gliding through the zero-g like a wraith.

He arrived much faster than he would have normally, finally touching his feet to the deck, to activate his boots, adhering himself to the floor so he could walk as normal.

"Do it, Undant, before we loose any more systems," he told him, glancing at Rhoden, he moved to him, crouching, and began to reach out with the Force, trying to feel its presence in his system. Scanning and searching... if he could figure a way to begin to purge it-- no, he had nothing. Nothing but a slight glimpse of something in the Imperial.

"Commander, you need to focus, keep your mind sharp, and just push against this," he told him.

[Rhoden Carbine]

"Oh, yes, quite easy I'm sure." Rhoden said in a light voice as he fought an impulse he knew was not his own--the impulse to throttle the Mandalorian. "Do hurry, Undant, it would be a wonderful irony if you save the ship for it to blow up when I die." he said. A part of him--one which was growing disturbingly distant--noted he had said when and not if.

He leaned back heavily against a wall, clenching his teeth and digging his fingernails into his palms. He hummed a tune, but for the first time in his life his memory failed him. Something about that got to him and he jerked slightly as he took gasping breaths. Even despite the fear and pain he felt oddly--happy. He chuckled, coughing up more blood, but he kept laughing.

[Neive Undant]

Neive activated he main distributor, before immediately running towards the main computer once more. Although it was destroyed, he could still rewire the computer’s programming and send the ship-wide EMP they needed. “Alright... by the force, I hope this works.” He ripped the panel from the front of the computer, looking at the wires as he slowly floated up. He used the side panels to pull himself back down, reaching and grabbing the wires and quickly putting them together, the force guiding his hands.
“Almost there...”
He heard the gas spray out from the distributors, moving out through the ship just as he activated the EMP.
“There! Got it! Mandalorian, we’re going for a ride, can you land this thing at least fairly well?” He didn’t mean to sound snarky or rude, the way he spoke, though his words may have betrayed his voice. “I mean... can you get us safely to the ground?” He left the med bay, thinking as the diseases were sprayed out and were immediately destroyed by the gas that was spreading throughout the ship, now not needing the distributor as it was already airborne. Neive pulled himself across the hangar bay to Rhoden, making sure he was alright. “The viruses should be dying off now, feeling any change?”

[Colton Hunter]

Colt shook his head at Rhoden's response toward him. He could feel the emotions of the man, feel the swirl about him.

"It is, with practice, it's all internalized, reach out and find your center-" he began, when the EMP, coupled with the distribution of the cure, flooded the system. While the cure itself blasted the walls of the ship, coating everything within, the EMP worked as it only could. Electromagnetic pulses were not directional, but expanded in all directions at a rapid speed. Colt's HUD flickered, then died, forcing him to remove the helmet. A pain shooting through his eye, as the glowing red orb faded to a dull grey. Then the lights flickered, and faded, as all systems powered down.

A scream resounding in his ear, forcing him to pull the commlink from within. The shields faltered, then failed... it had been why he had been hesitant to allow an EMP to go off in such close quarters. But time was of the essence. With a growl, he moved to take a seat, the medical bay, the bridge. Wouldn't matter, he wouldn't be able to access the ship's systems now. Fortunately, there were some stabilizing rudders for atmospheric traversal.

"Everyone brace yourselves, we'll be coming in a bit hot," he mused, focusing on the ship as they began to spiral, out of control, to the planet below. He'd work on fixing the out of control part. Better a controlled crash, rather than an uncontrolled one. He focused on the rudders once they entered the atmosphere, all things through the Force... sweat beaded on his brow as he concentrated, the ship's spin stopped, and the nose raised just slightly.

[Rhoden Carbine]

The device went off and Rhoden doubled over in a silent scream of pain. It felt as though fire had spread through his every blood vessel while they yet again became leaden with the weight of inactive nanodroids. He stumbled onto a medical bed and vomited up more blood. He continued to spasm even though it felt as though he'd never move again. He knew that he needed to remove the nanodroids from within him as soon as possible, but given their current situation that might not be for a while.

Rhoden climbed fully onto the medical table and strapped himself in, each movement excruciating, he rolled onto his side as much as he could manage to allow more blood to flow out instead of into his stomach. His vision swam but he refused to close his eyes.

[Neive Undant]

Neive strapped into a seat in the bridge, making sure he had a grip on the shutters and such throughout the ship, opening everything as they entered the atmosphere. They needed to pull as much air as they could if they were going to hit the ground intact... and stay intact as they stopped. He held them open as the switch tried its hardest to close once more, but he pushed the switch open with his own might, straining himself to slow the ship down while its systems were down.
“Rhoden, you gotta stay with us. If we did just destroy this virus, then it’ll be stupid that we die now, plus anyone in the immediate vicinity will die as well.” You could tell in his voice, Neive didn’t care about rhoden personally. But at he moment, Neive would rather not be vaporized after all they had went through on this ship...