Writing Update!
Wrote about 2K words today, including a fun action/fighting scene. Haven't done one of those in ages! Felt good :) Story is up to 12,700ish words and chugging along nicely. :) *Possibly* can finish a first draft by the end of next weekend... maybe. if not it'll be a few weeks as my parents will be in town visiting the following week/weekend. :)
Thought I'd post a little tidbit of what I wrote today. Cut for length and for anyone waiting for the whole thing first. :)
So yes, the following tidbit will reveal that Wraith and the Wraith Worshipers are involved in this story, but they're only a part. The major plot line I'm keeping secret for when the story is finished. I want it to be a surprise! ;)
Some fighting. They're trying to get back to the gate, meeting heavy resistance of Wraith and worshipers. Oh yes... and the jumper has been destroyed. They're in a wee bit of a pickle. hehehehe....
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“MOVE!” John shouted, stepping away from the wall to cover his team’s retreat. Holding his P-90 tight to his shoulder and cheek, he flipped on the laser sight and switched the weapon to single shot mode. He zeroed in on the first worshiper he saw. Pulling the trigger, he sent two bullets into the man’s forehead, killing him amongst the sounds of his team scrambling past him and around the corner to the next street. Bullets bounced off the wall next to him and he flinched, before firing at another worshiper, winging him in the side.
“Sheppard!” Ronon’s voice echoed around him and John immediately backpedaled, knowing that Ronon was there to cover his retreat. He dashed to the opposite side of the road from his team, and took cover behind a neighboring building, just across from them. He took a deep breath, exhaled loudly and crouched, before edging around the corner and firing on four worshipers making their way down the street towards him, Ronon’s shots joining his. In response, the worshipers immediately ducked and scattered, taking cover behind any debris they could find.
John ducked back behind the wall. “Screw this.” He reached into the side pocket of his TAC vest and pulled out a C4 charge and timer. Setting it for ten seconds he started the timer, turned, and tossed it down the street. “Fire in the hole!” Ducking back, he covered his ears, but even that couldn’t completely tune out the deafening explosion. He gave it a three count, and then carefully peeked around the corner. Incinerated debris sporadically fell back to the ground, crackling and burning, but there were no other noises. He stood, lifted his gun and carefully surveyed the scene for any survivors. After a long moment, he nodded to himself, confident there weren’t any left alive. He lowered his gun. “Clear.”
“Hate to disappoint you, but not so much!” Rodney shouted back, his voice on the edge of panic.
John turned towards his team, his gaze focusing on another group of worshipers running down the street towards them. “Shit! Go!” He fired, taking one of the worshipers in the side and slowing down the rest as they ducked to cover in response. His team ran past him, as the worshipers returned fire. John sent a couple more shots at them and continued backpedaling, covering their six.
They sprinted back the way they’d just come and John’s mind raced. Backtracking was not a strategy high on his list of good ideas, but right now his main focus was trying to not get them all killed. Gunfire erupted behind them. John dove for cover, looking around and assuring himself that the rest of his team had done the same and were safe, at least for the moment. Rising to a crouch, he sent a volley of gunfire back at the worshipers, hitting at least one. He couldn’t be sure how badly he’d wounded the guy, but for now, he’d take any hit as a win. Again, he ducked behind the rubble and tapped his headset. “McKay! We need another route to the gate!”
“As if mapping that route wasn’t hard enough!” McKay shot back, his irritation clear even over the radio. “Half the streets around here are blocked and you want me to find another route?”
“Yes!” John shouted back, flinching as bullets chewed up the rubble just above his head. “Or we could just sit here and die!” His shout back was loud enough that he was pretty sure he didn’t need the radio.
“Not helping!” Rodney snapped. “Stand by!”
John ducked his head as more of the rubble over him broke lose under relentless gunfire. He heard return shots from Teyla and Ronon as he twisted to the side of his cover, adding his own shots to the fray. “McKay!” He shouted, his tone distinctly a warning one.
“Got it!” Rodney answered. “But we have to go back the way we came. Think you can repeat your C4 trick?”
John again took cover. “You’ve got to be kidding me. The buildings around here are unstable at best! I was lucky not to bring them down on our heads the first time!”
“No choice,” Rodney answered. “We have to go that way! There’s no other route to the gate!”
“Do it, Sheppard,” Ronon added his voice to the conversation.
John sighed and pulled out his second and last charge of C4. Setting the timer to ten seconds, he started it, straightened and lobbed it down the street. “Fire in the hole!” Ducking, he covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut as the charge detonated. As debris rained down around him, John slowly looked up and then around the rubble and down the street. “McKay?” he looked over at his teammate, “anything on the detector?”
“Negative,” Rodney answered. “Not in the immediate vicinity anyway. But as the ambushes keep painfully proving, there’s some sort of interference making the detector unreliable at best.”
John gripped his P-90 tightly, turned and slowly stood, scanning the eerily quiet street for any sign of life. He panned the street three times, before he was confident the C4 had taken them all out. “Clear.”
Rodney walked up next to him. “At the next intersection, take a right, then left at the following one.”
John nodded. “Got it. Let’s go.”
Thought I'd post a little tidbit of what I wrote today. Cut for length and for anyone waiting for the whole thing first. :)
So yes, the following tidbit will reveal that Wraith and the Wraith Worshipers are involved in this story, but they're only a part. The major plot line I'm keeping secret for when the story is finished. I want it to be a surprise! ;)
Some fighting. They're trying to get back to the gate, meeting heavy resistance of Wraith and worshipers. Oh yes... and the jumper has been destroyed. They're in a wee bit of a pickle. hehehehe....
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“MOVE!” John shouted, stepping away from the wall to cover his team’s retreat. Holding his P-90 tight to his shoulder and cheek, he flipped on the laser sight and switched the weapon to single shot mode. He zeroed in on the first worshiper he saw. Pulling the trigger, he sent two bullets into the man’s forehead, killing him amongst the sounds of his team scrambling past him and around the corner to the next street. Bullets bounced off the wall next to him and he flinched, before firing at another worshiper, winging him in the side.
“Sheppard!” Ronon’s voice echoed around him and John immediately backpedaled, knowing that Ronon was there to cover his retreat. He dashed to the opposite side of the road from his team, and took cover behind a neighboring building, just across from them. He took a deep breath, exhaled loudly and crouched, before edging around the corner and firing on four worshipers making their way down the street towards him, Ronon’s shots joining his. In response, the worshipers immediately ducked and scattered, taking cover behind any debris they could find.
John ducked back behind the wall. “Screw this.” He reached into the side pocket of his TAC vest and pulled out a C4 charge and timer. Setting it for ten seconds he started the timer, turned, and tossed it down the street. “Fire in the hole!” Ducking back, he covered his ears, but even that couldn’t completely tune out the deafening explosion. He gave it a three count, and then carefully peeked around the corner. Incinerated debris sporadically fell back to the ground, crackling and burning, but there were no other noises. He stood, lifted his gun and carefully surveyed the scene for any survivors. After a long moment, he nodded to himself, confident there weren’t any left alive. He lowered his gun. “Clear.”
“Hate to disappoint you, but not so much!” Rodney shouted back, his voice on the edge of panic.
John turned towards his team, his gaze focusing on another group of worshipers running down the street towards them. “Shit! Go!” He fired, taking one of the worshipers in the side and slowing down the rest as they ducked to cover in response. His team ran past him, as the worshipers returned fire. John sent a couple more shots at them and continued backpedaling, covering their six.
They sprinted back the way they’d just come and John’s mind raced. Backtracking was not a strategy high on his list of good ideas, but right now his main focus was trying to not get them all killed. Gunfire erupted behind them. John dove for cover, looking around and assuring himself that the rest of his team had done the same and were safe, at least for the moment. Rising to a crouch, he sent a volley of gunfire back at the worshipers, hitting at least one. He couldn’t be sure how badly he’d wounded the guy, but for now, he’d take any hit as a win. Again, he ducked behind the rubble and tapped his headset. “McKay! We need another route to the gate!”
“As if mapping that route wasn’t hard enough!” McKay shot back, his irritation clear even over the radio. “Half the streets around here are blocked and you want me to find another route?”
“Yes!” John shouted back, flinching as bullets chewed up the rubble just above his head. “Or we could just sit here and die!” His shout back was loud enough that he was pretty sure he didn’t need the radio.
“Not helping!” Rodney snapped. “Stand by!”
John ducked his head as more of the rubble over him broke lose under relentless gunfire. He heard return shots from Teyla and Ronon as he twisted to the side of his cover, adding his own shots to the fray. “McKay!” He shouted, his tone distinctly a warning one.
“Got it!” Rodney answered. “But we have to go back the way we came. Think you can repeat your C4 trick?”
John again took cover. “You’ve got to be kidding me. The buildings around here are unstable at best! I was lucky not to bring them down on our heads the first time!”
“No choice,” Rodney answered. “We have to go that way! There’s no other route to the gate!”
“Do it, Sheppard,” Ronon added his voice to the conversation.
John sighed and pulled out his second and last charge of C4. Setting the timer to ten seconds, he started it, straightened and lobbed it down the street. “Fire in the hole!” Ducking, he covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut as the charge detonated. As debris rained down around him, John slowly looked up and then around the rubble and down the street. “McKay?” he looked over at his teammate, “anything on the detector?”
“Negative,” Rodney answered. “Not in the immediate vicinity anyway. But as the ambushes keep painfully proving, there’s some sort of interference making the detector unreliable at best.”
John gripped his P-90 tightly, turned and slowly stood, scanning the eerily quiet street for any sign of life. He panned the street three times, before he was confident the C4 had taken them all out. “Clear.”
Rodney walked up next to him. “At the next intersection, take a right, then left at the following one.”
John nodded. “Got it. Let’s go.”