01 [Holo] Same Dren, Different Day.

[frell_this_dren]

Crichton's reaction to suddenly finding himself in Taxon's arrival room instead of in his quarters on Moya, isn't exactly the norm. He knows where he is. Right here on Moya, still. This is just another damned flash thingy, it's all in his head. Scorpius hanging onto his neural network by his fingernails. Well not for much longer

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[Visual]

[islegendary]

Okay. This is a little spooky. Only because Jack does vaguely recongize the guy's face as someone who helped SG-1 out of a pinch once. Not that he can remember his name...

Jack ponders the guy for a second then speaks up, "All right! Here's the deal," he gestured with his hands in a forward motion.

"We've been abducted by some strange... uh something. Apparently, we're stuck in a cave or something... not really clear on that part," he seemed to grow distracted with his own train of thought then snapped his attention back.

[frell_this_dren]

"You're kidding right," Crichton says dryly, his tone implying that he's not really surprised though.

"We. Who's we? You're Sebacean, yeah?" The news that he's surrounded by other humans, from Earth will probably be the hardest part to believe. Funny how things change.

He tries for the door, only to find it locked. "You wanna help a dude out and help me out of this can. There's gotta be a can opener somewhere around here."

[islegendary]

He shrugged about the 'we' part, "Don't really have a full list on me. A bunch of us."

He raised is eyebrows at the new term, he mispronounces it right away! "Seabacon? Uh. No. Name's Jack O'Neill. U.S. Air Force."

Jack leaned forward in his chair, "Haveta pick up that tablet thingie before the room let's ya out."

[frell_this_dren]

"Hoookaaay." Crichton grins, snatching up the tablet. "Now we're cooking on gas, and not frelling about in the woods with a couple of damp twigs."

He pushes the door open with an exaggerated 'open sesame' and then he addresses the U.S. Air Force thing, which by the way - he does not believe.

"U.S. Air Force. Right. I'm Colonel Sanders, KFC division. Pleased to meet you buddy." If he's not from Earth, he won't have a clue who the Colonel really is. Handy things, those Earth references.

[voice]

[sirachi]

...champion of the galaxy? I'm afraid you're not in any known part of the galaxy I'm familiar with.

fff LJ lost half my post B| and I fail at HTML

[frell_this_dren]

"Well, I'm gonna take a wild stab and say we're still in the uncharted territories," he laughs. 'Cause if he's been shot through a wormhole, that's not the kind of crap you miss, even if you did doze off during the commercial break.

"Apparently abducted by something and being held in a cave. Geez, this crap never ends."

[visual]

[sirachi]

Siri switches the feed on her tablet to visual as well, shrugging her shoulders and replying, "I wouldn't be surprised if we were in an area beyond the Outer Rim. This certainly doesn't look or feel like any world I'm familiar with."

Cave? Oh, he must still be in the arrival spot. "That's not a cave. That's the Sanctuary."

[frell_this_dren]

"'S not what a couple of the other guys said. They reckon we're underground."

Crichton weighs up the visual, way too many people that could be Peacekeepers by far, it makes him edgy. "You want to me to stick my fingers in my ears while you get your stories straight?"

[frell_this_dren]

"As much as I miss my Mom's bedtime stories, pal. I'm gonna plump for the short version."

The background image of Kirk's ship tells him this guy's probably got more than a clue, at least it doesn't look like Peackeeper tech though, it's too bright.

"Hit me. Or shoot me, or implant my brain with something... or whatever the hell it is you plan on doing."

[frell_this_dren]

"So we're what? Prisoners?" He says, inspecting his new jewelry. Damn thing is actually frelling embedded in. Great! More enforced body modifications, what is it with these people at this end of the universe?

"Who the hell kidnaps a whole bunch of people and then just lets them get on with it? Sounds kinda whacked to me. They don't like pick us off one-by-one and feed us to the lions, 'cause I left my Gladiator outfit back on my ship. Ain't it always the way?"

[valaunbound]

"Mitchell..." Great, someone else from SG-1 is here, and he's lost it. Gone Whacko, as Jack would say.

[frell_this_dren]

Aeryn?" John facepalms. Great, so it is all a frelling hallucination after all. Aeryn looks all different, what with the hair again and she's calling him Mitchell.

"Okay, okay. I'll play ball. 'Til I can figure out what the Hezmana is going on here at least. So who is it this time? Doctor Bettany Fairchild? Or someone else? You gonna throw me a bone here?"

[valaunbound]

"Oh this is all I need right now." Vala rolls her eyes exasperatedly. With Daniel missing and Adria playing the innocent Inara again, she could really do without a crazed Cameron on her hands.

"Mitchell, it's me. Vala. Is anybody home, in there?"

[frell_this_dren]

"I'm home." John holds his hands up in surrender. He'll go along with pretending to be this Mitchell person he's supposed to be. Until he has some answers, anyway. Best to play the game for now.

"I'm sorry... Vala, guess I didn't recognize you for a microt there. My mistake. How you doing?"

[visual]

[gating_across]

Sheppard's head poked onto the screen of the tablet again. No doubt about the background; the Sanctuary. Yet another new arrival. He slowly sat up and watched the man strut around and babble to himself. Probably best to actually introduce himself.

"Not sure who this Scorpy guy is. But you're not where you think you are."

[frell_this_dren]

"I never am." John laughs, having received minimal bits of info from various people now, and the whole situation is just...well just typical.

"Hell, even when I am where I think I am, I still don't know where I am." It made sense to him, at least.

[gating_across]

"City called Taxon. Apparently underground." Sheppard leaned back enough to show the bridge of the Enterprise. Maybe he should set up a tent there. He scratched his cheek.

The guy looked like Mitchell. Sort of sounded like Mitchell. Except that he was pretty sure Mitchell would of recognized him. After all, SG-1 did stop by Atlantis in order to gain intel on the Ori.

"Your name isn't Mitchell, is it?"

[frell_this_dren]

Nothing surprises Crichton anymore, poor guy's been through the wringer more than a few times now, and so far at least the place didn't seem hostile. It gets bonus points just for that.

"That depends," he asks warily, this is the second person to call him that and he's noted that whatever all those controls are behind Sheppard, it's likely this guy is in some kind of command center. "Whatdya want with Mitchell?"