Comments | atlantis_tng: [f] Day 46 early afternoon; Mainland, ATTN Carson, Jack, Traan, Liz

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[f] Day 46 early afternoon; Mainland, ATTN Carson, Jack, Traan, Liz

Nov 23, 2007 22:13

( Insert Androcles and the Lion cliche reference here. )

character: jack jackson, character: ronon dex, character: carson beckett, location: mainland, character: traan megarran, location: jumper, day 46

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doc_beckett November 24 2007, 03:51:45 UTC

Jack told Carson to wait while he checked out the situation, but Carson didn't stay seated. If he had a patient and a job to do, he was going to do it, thank you very much. He got up and grabbed his equipment from the back section as Jack poked his nose out the end, P-90 in hand.

Carson looked out over his shoulder. Lord, the man was huge. He hesitated a moment before stepping out of the jumper.

"Ah, hello there. I'm Doctor Beckett. I understand you've got a wee bit of a tracking problem?"

spec_ronon_dex November 24 2007, 04:00:28 UTC

Jackson stuck his head out of the hatch. Behind him, a face peered out a bit timidly, eyes wide. Ronon got that reaction alot.

Then the little guy moved around Jackson and down the ramp. Not so little really. Short but solid. A grappler more than a puncher.

Then he introduced himself and Ronon felt his eyebrows raise in surprise. The voice was smooth and the accent melodious. He'd never heard such speech.

"You could say that." He managed to grunt in reply.

doc_beckett November 24 2007, 04:01:50 UTC

Carson approached slowly, looking over at Traan as he hauled his heavy surgical equipment. "Traan, son, are you all right? You've not been hurt, have you?"

jahjackson November 24 2007, 04:07:18 UTC

Jack shook his head and settled to the deck in the entrance to the jumper, P-90 held loose but ready, nodding to Ronon.

spec_ronon_dex November 24 2007, 04:10:35 UTC

"I didn't lay a hand on him," Ronon was insulted. There was no reason for him to hurt the kid!

From the side, he caught Jackson sitting down. The man moved like he was elderly, or expected something would break if he wasn't careful. Ah, of course. Wraithfed. He nodded back at him, then addressed the healer.

"How we gonna do this, Beckett?"