PERCEPTIONS BY wildcat88 [LFWS #2 ROUND 4]
Title: Perceptions
Author: wildcat88
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: None
Prompt for the Round: The story must be an action piece featuring mainly any military personnel, but any civilian can be present as long they are not POV of the story.
PERCEPTIONS by wildcat88
Rico ripped the empty magazine from his P-90 and slammed his last full one home as a bullet whizzed past his ear. “They’re gaining on us!”
“Don’t give up,” Corporal Jorgenson panted, firing blindly while they ran. “The colonel will be here soon.”
“Sheppard?” Rico scoffed at the idea of the pretty boy getting his hands dirty.
“You’ve been here two weeks.” Jorgenson wheeled to strafe the swamp behind them. “Don’t underestimate him. He’ll find us. He doesn’t leave men behind.”
Rico crouched behind Jorgenson as the marsh went silent. Wind whistled through the reeds, and fetid gases rose from the muck. Keeping his P-90 nestled against his shoulder, Rico pulled the life signs detector from his pocket.
“Well?”
A dozen dots slowly closed on their position. “We need to move.”
Gunfire erupted when they dashed toward the treeline. Mud sucked at Rico’s boots. His heart pounded in his ears. His legs burned.
Bullets smacked around them.
He couldn’t suck in enough oxygen. His bones vibrated from the recoil. Sweat blurred his vision.
Beside him, Jorgenson yelped and dropped, clutching his bleeding thigh. Rico skidded to a stop, backtracked, and yanked him to his feet.
“Sarge-”
“Keep firing, Marine,” Rico ordered, wrapping an arm around him. “Like you said, the colonel’s coming. Don’t want to look bad in front of a zoomie.”
They hobbled toward a copse of skinny trees. Jorgenson slid to the ground with a grunt then rolled onto his belly and fired. When his P-90 ammo ran out, Rico pulled his sidearm and checked the detector. Eights dots headed their way.
Seven.
Six.
“What the hell?”
Jorgenson peered at the detector and grinned. “Colonel’s coming.”
“Probably Ronon. Never saw anyone move the way he does.”
“You’ll see.” Jorgenson’s handgun clicked. “I’m out.”
When a twig snapped, Rico wheeled, pumping the last round from his Glock into the enemy. The detector still showed two dots.
“What now, Sarge?”
Rico hefted his knife. “Whatever it takes.”
He shifted to shield Jorgenson and prepared to throw. The soldier emerging from the brush lifted his gun, aiming for Rico’s heart.
A black wrist-banded arm snaked around the enemy’s neck. Cartilage crunched, and the man crumpled. Shock rippled through Rico as he met the cold, flat gaze of Sheppard.
Sheppard held a finger to his lips and glanced at his LSD. Rico did the same. Twenty more dots had appeared.
“Found Sanchez and Jorgenson,” Sheppard whispered into his radio. “Come get us.”
For the first time, Rico looked past the messy hair and sloppy uniform, and saw a soldier - one who avoided killing if he could, but would choke the life out of a man with his bare hands if necessary.
“Damn.”
“Told you,” Jorgenson murmured.
A jumper shimmered overhead, its ramp lowering to let two Marines hop out.
“Let’s go before his friends get here.” Sheppard offered a hand to Rico as the Marines carried Jorgenson to the jumper. “You okay?”
Rico snapped to attention and saluted his commanding officer. “Sir. Yes, Sir.”
Sheppard’s eyes flashed at the respect in Rico’s voice, and he returned the salute crisply. “Let’s go home.”
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Author: wildcat88
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: None
Prompt for the Round: The story must be an action piece featuring mainly any military personnel, but any civilian can be present as long they are not POV of the story.
PERCEPTIONS by wildcat88
Rico ripped the empty magazine from his P-90 and slammed his last full one home as a bullet whizzed past his ear. “They’re gaining on us!”
“Don’t give up,” Corporal Jorgenson panted, firing blindly while they ran. “The colonel will be here soon.”
“Sheppard?” Rico scoffed at the idea of the pretty boy getting his hands dirty.
“You’ve been here two weeks.” Jorgenson wheeled to strafe the swamp behind them. “Don’t underestimate him. He’ll find us. He doesn’t leave men behind.”
Rico crouched behind Jorgenson as the marsh went silent. Wind whistled through the reeds, and fetid gases rose from the muck. Keeping his P-90 nestled against his shoulder, Rico pulled the life signs detector from his pocket.
“Well?”
A dozen dots slowly closed on their position. “We need to move.”
Gunfire erupted when they dashed toward the treeline. Mud sucked at Rico’s boots. His heart pounded in his ears. His legs burned.
Bullets smacked around them.
He couldn’t suck in enough oxygen. His bones vibrated from the recoil. Sweat blurred his vision.
Beside him, Jorgenson yelped and dropped, clutching his bleeding thigh. Rico skidded to a stop, backtracked, and yanked him to his feet.
“Sarge-”
“Keep firing, Marine,” Rico ordered, wrapping an arm around him. “Like you said, the colonel’s coming. Don’t want to look bad in front of a zoomie.”
They hobbled toward a copse of skinny trees. Jorgenson slid to the ground with a grunt then rolled onto his belly and fired. When his P-90 ammo ran out, Rico pulled his sidearm and checked the detector. Eights dots headed their way.
Seven.
Six.
“What the hell?”
Jorgenson peered at the detector and grinned. “Colonel’s coming.”
“Probably Ronon. Never saw anyone move the way he does.”
“You’ll see.” Jorgenson’s handgun clicked. “I’m out.”
When a twig snapped, Rico wheeled, pumping the last round from his Glock into the enemy. The detector still showed two dots.
“What now, Sarge?”
Rico hefted his knife. “Whatever it takes.”
He shifted to shield Jorgenson and prepared to throw. The soldier emerging from the brush lifted his gun, aiming for Rico’s heart.
A black wrist-banded arm snaked around the enemy’s neck. Cartilage crunched, and the man crumpled. Shock rippled through Rico as he met the cold, flat gaze of Sheppard.
Sheppard held a finger to his lips and glanced at his LSD. Rico did the same. Twenty more dots had appeared.
“Found Sanchez and Jorgenson,” Sheppard whispered into his radio. “Come get us.”
For the first time, Rico looked past the messy hair and sloppy uniform, and saw a soldier - one who avoided killing if he could, but would choke the life out of a man with his bare hands if necessary.
“Damn.”
“Told you,” Jorgenson murmured.
A jumper shimmered overhead, its ramp lowering to let two Marines hop out.
“Let’s go before his friends get here.” Sheppard offered a hand to Rico as the Marines carried Jorgenson to the jumper. “You okay?”
Rico snapped to attention and saluted his commanding officer. “Sir. Yes, Sir.”
Sheppard’s eyes flashed at the respect in Rico’s voice, and he returned the salute crisply. “Let’s go home.”
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