Night Moves-darkside challenge
Title: Night Moves
Author: Pyro
Genre: Gen
Notes: Because once wasn't enough.
Spoilers: None
"Da da daaaa,da da daaaa,dadum. Dum dum dadum.."
"Lorne,"
"Sir"
"You're humming."
"Sorry, sir."
John looked over to see Lorne's head bopping to the Mission Impossible tune he had going in his head. He grinned, then peeped around the corner. The lights in this area were set at half power, decreasing visibility, but giving shadow cover. Up ahead, he could hear Cadman's slightly maniacal cackle, then a soft phut-phut of the gun, and a faint splat. John jogged forward, passing a card-playing Miko and Carson, both smeared with paint. Carson's "kill shot" was a green splatter between high on his forehead, between his eyes. Miko had random green and orange "cross fire" splatters. They waved cheerfully to John and Lorne as they passed.
"Sir, I see movement," Lorne hissed before ducking as the paint balls began flying. John hunkered down behind an overturned crate, while Lorne took cover behind a table. They exchanged fire with the science team across the length of the mess hall. Shuffles, grunts, muttered curses, and even a few giggles could be heard over the phut-phut of the guns and wet sounds of paint striking solid surfaces. A few enterprising souls even managed dramatic death throes before laying or sitting still in the "killed" pose.
Finally, Elizabeth stood and spoke in the Atlantis wide comm.
"Time is up. It is now 23:30. Rodney, please bring the lights to full. Ladies and Gentlemen, congratulations. You have survived the first interdepartmental paint ball war. Let's get this place cleaned up before the Daedalaus arrives, and I believe the kitchen staff has refeshments around here somewhere. Body count will be totalled and the winner announced tomorrow at 0800."
There was a general cheer as the lights went to full. John stood and glanced around. There was Cadman with a neat row of orange up her torso, Zelenka had splatters of green on an arm, and was wearing what looked like purple and black war paint, his hair sticking out in all directions, as if he'd been plugged into a light socket. Rodney wandered over to John and grinned at him.
"Gotcha," he said, very smugly.
"That was you?" John was surprised. Rodney shrugged and smiled.
"It was only fitting, don't you think? After all, you've shot me." John laughed.
All in all, it had been a good night.
Author: Pyro
Genre: Gen
Notes: Because once wasn't enough.
Spoilers: None
"Da da daaaa,da da daaaa,dadum. Dum dum dadum.."
"Lorne,"
"Sir"
"You're humming."
"Sorry, sir."
John looked over to see Lorne's head bopping to the Mission Impossible tune he had going in his head. He grinned, then peeped around the corner. The lights in this area were set at half power, decreasing visibility, but giving shadow cover. Up ahead, he could hear Cadman's slightly maniacal cackle, then a soft phut-phut of the gun, and a faint splat. John jogged forward, passing a card-playing Miko and Carson, both smeared with paint. Carson's "kill shot" was a green splatter between high on his forehead, between his eyes. Miko had random green and orange "cross fire" splatters. They waved cheerfully to John and Lorne as they passed.
"Sir, I see movement," Lorne hissed before ducking as the paint balls began flying. John hunkered down behind an overturned crate, while Lorne took cover behind a table. They exchanged fire with the science team across the length of the mess hall. Shuffles, grunts, muttered curses, and even a few giggles could be heard over the phut-phut of the guns and wet sounds of paint striking solid surfaces. A few enterprising souls even managed dramatic death throes before laying or sitting still in the "killed" pose.
Finally, Elizabeth stood and spoke in the Atlantis wide comm.
"Time is up. It is now 23:30. Rodney, please bring the lights to full. Ladies and Gentlemen, congratulations. You have survived the first interdepartmental paint ball war. Let's get this place cleaned up before the Daedalaus arrives, and I believe the kitchen staff has refeshments around here somewhere. Body count will be totalled and the winner announced tomorrow at 0800."
There was a general cheer as the lights went to full. John stood and glanced around. There was Cadman with a neat row of orange up her torso, Zelenka had splatters of green on an arm, and was wearing what looked like purple and black war paint, his hair sticking out in all directions, as if he'd been plugged into a light socket. Rodney wandered over to John and grinned at him.
"Gotcha," he said, very smugly.
"That was you?" John was surprised. Rodney shrugged and smiled.
"It was only fitting, don't you think? After all, you've shot me." John laughed.
All in all, it had been a good night.