][ Dantooine - Dantooine System - Raioballo Sector - Outer Rim ][
Treylon Voss coughed into his mask as he departed the shuttle that had landed on Dantooine, allowing him into the spaceport of its capitol city. Khoonda was interesting, especially in the hands off a Hutt such as that which represented Dantooine in the Senate. This visit though, was not meant to be a pleasurable one. No indeed, this was strictly business and then back to the Nevermore where he felt secure and orchestrated his part in Cale's plans. Being the subordinate didn't bother Voss, oddly enough. He was content to simply have something to do. Being a pale, sickly man was hardly grounds for him to be remembered oddly at least. Moving out from the spaceport, Voss took stock of the city. The best places to begin would be the most obvious. Eateries. Cantinas. Places of rest and drink and relaxation. If all went well, this city would be wracked by the throes of plague and disease within a very short time. That was beauty in and of itself. Dantooine and Khoonda would never know what hit it, and Jamie the Hutt, disgusting slug of a creature that he was, would be forced to turn his attentions inwards towards his woefully suffering populace. What good Senator could simply up and avoid the cries of his or her people, after all? More disease meant more trade ships, supply ships, rescue, relocation and all manner of things.
It was too easy. It was putting out an offer that couldn't be avoided and then reaping the benefits of what came. The pirates they'd used against the Twin Worlds would be useful here. Those and more. Voss would need to get a move on things.
Added (14 Nov 2009, 9:51 Am)
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The Cantina that Voss chose to enter was known as 'The Hutt's Paradise.' Probably one of those places made after Jamie the Hutt came into power. Stupid, greedy slug that he was. Voss' lips curled in distaste at the thought of a planet being run by the Hutt. Better that he do what he was going to do here than allow the people to live under Jamie's rule. But where to start? Voss had found himself a little booth near the rear of the dimly-lit cantina. From there, he could see all the drinkers. A serving droid came and made an offer for drinks, but Voss refused.
Finally, later in the evening as the cantina grew quite full, clogged by the off-work crowd and revelers who were far too deep in their cups, Voss saw his chance. Before he could begin, there was a selection to be made. Voss could care less if Dantooine died or lived. Yet, for the purposes he needed, he needed more alive than dead. To this end, he searched through the Force into his own body's odd biological workings. There, there was a good starting disease. The Endregaad plague. The symptoms themselves weren't that bad: fever, extreme loss of bodily fluids, crusting around the eyes and mouth and the swelling of the tongue and fingers. It wasn't fatal in and of itself and, best yet, no species had a natural immunity to the disease. Now, removing the ability to be cured by medicinal spice and setting the plague itself on a half-life of twelve days, then increasing the potency of the plague to raise the infections that could happen in that time. This was just the beginning though. Blastonecrosis and the Bonadan cough rounded it out nicely. These three, disabling, deadly and rather unpleasant viral infections and maladies were fine-tuned from Voss' own body in which they resided, contained and regulated through the Force. Now, faster acting and more lethal in some ways than before (though with a shorter overall life), they would cause the effect he needed.
With the plagues literally at his fingertips, Voss walked for the door, bumping by accident here or there, touching skin to skin and with every contact, releasing the diseases into one or another person. Despite a crowd of semi-annoyed customers, Voss estimated he had touched over thirty people within the cantina. They would spread more themselves, nearly exponentially. He would only need to hit one more place: the eatery across the street. No less than an hour and he'd be on his way back to the spaceport to take a flight with none the wiser. He'd be planet before the epidemic truly struck and then able to orchestrate the full scope of his half of the plans.
Added (15 Nov 2009, 1:56 Pm)
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By the time Voss was on the o0utbound shuttle he'd chosen to carry him to Tatooine (which seemed to be a useful place to all people needing to get into or out of trouble), he'd infected three eateries and four cantinas. That would be enough for a starting point. Now, all he had to do was sit back and wait. Once he landed, he'd make for his own vessel and then return to keep a watch on his pet project. For now... well, there was little else to do but close his eyes and rest.
