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sinanju in the_lifeboat

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!

Mar 17, 2008 22:30

Who: Everyone
When: About mid-day, five days after Time to put up--
Where: The Whole Colony Site
Invited: ALL PLAY!
Status: Complete ( Read more... )

jack harkness, jason maguire, valerie syence, ron boone, bobby hobbes, darien fawkes, jack o'neill, methos, trent fernandez-mercer, daniel jackson, ami jackson, molly green

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[Jason] tweets March 18 2008, 08:56:45 UTC

Jason sat reading. Books were few and far between, but outside shouts and yells had startled him from his thoughts.

(At least I wasn't in a consult) he thought uncharitably.

Dropping the book, he ran outside to see the commotion and instinctively flinched and ducked when he realised that the utterly black object was descending quickly.

People were panicking, and he among them. Casting about for a good hiding place, he ran.

[Jack H.] purplerhino March 18 2008, 12:54:55 UTC

Jack Harkness had been trying to take his mind off of the loss of communications with the other sites. Gwen and her husband, Owen and Tosh were at Delta. Up until the meteor storm there had been regular reports. All he had was hope ( ... )

[Molly] purplerhino March 18 2008, 12:55:27 UTC

Molly Green was having a time of it. She was working on one of the remaining cars, a Jeep in needed a new catalytic converter. She could feel the heat radiating from the engine she worked on. A heat other mechanics couldn’t feel. It made her skin itch and her body want to shrink back away from it. All the steel parts. Even the bolts ( ... )

[Valerie] sinanju March 18 2008, 15:54:58 UTC

Valerie was working with a computer in the administration building. The image on the monitor flickered, then fuzzed out for a moment. Valerie frowned, annoyed. They hadn't had a bobble in the power supply for weeks ( ... )

[Bobby] starborn_scribe March 18 2008, 17:26:50 UTC

The sound of the first explosion triggered Bobby's training. He ducked behind the busted tractor he'd been working on, keeping the wrench in his hand. Not as useful as a gun, but it might come in handy. A few more booms followed and the sunlight dimmed ( ... )

[Molly] purplerhino March 18 2008, 19:23:50 UTC

"Yeah, because covers gonna help when all they have to do is LAND to wipe us out." Molly rolled her eyes. "Why do I get the urge to run around yelling 'the sky is falling?'"

Molly stripped off her gloves. Her tool set was her own and all were made of titanium with the strength of steel but without the iron. She kept her ratchet in a white knuckled grip and sort of wished for the great honking wrench she had. Like it would be any more effective than getting under cover. At least she'd feel she'd gone down fighting.

Molly looked at Bobby. "I don't suppose you have a Bowler Shooter, huh?"

Then she realized he might never have played marbles as a kid. Not like they'd knock this one out of the ring.

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[O'Neill] lost_mckay March 18 2008, 13:26:08 UTC

How in the HELL can a colony with next to nothing generate so much paperwork?

Jack was just getting back from the training ground, auditing the finishing touches, crossing the distance within the camp towards his GP small tent set aside for an office with a resigned air. Due to space contraints within the colony compound, it was an office that he shared.. but not necessarily gladly-- even if it was with his closest associates. In moments of pettiness, he had been known to block things off, move something 'out of the way'... and they'd gotten irritated with him.

Ah, just like the 'good old days'.

The fireball coming out of the sky, however... and the dogs barking.. and-- Ah, hell. Blinking up at the sky as it continued, there wasn't any alarm set off for the Airmen, but as it became more obvious that it wasn't 'natural', there started an ordered scurry around as armed soldiers took up and readied their P90s in an area that it would seem the ... craft would be landing/hovering, whatever, aiming up, though holding fire until such time ( ... )

[Jack H.] purplerhino March 18 2008, 13:49:38 UTC

"Nope, and I've seen a lot. At least as much as you. This is new." He sounded nonchalant.

Hell after the moment of thinking it might be Dalek, he could handle anything. Unless, of course, that thing decided to LAND here. That would kind of make a mess.

Jack Harkness was also armed, even if most scoffed at his Webley. Six shots was better than none, and it was an old and reliable friend. He hadn't drawn because he was pretty certain bullets wouldn't do much against a city sized spaceship.

"Got a rocket launcher? Because I doubt P-90's will make a dent."

[O'Neill] (and Daniel spoof) lost_mckay March 18 2008, 14:45:58 UTC

The general kept his voice neutral, almost to the point of... bored, but inside, he was anything but that. This was a whole new ballgame out here, with civilians and the entire concept of aliens and advanced space travel (beyond the space shuttle) being a little under a year old.

His gaze shifted from the other Jack to the ship and back before he shook his head. "LAW? I'm not seeing any engine pod to target, you?" Once the suggestion was made, however, Jack turned to nod at a nearby Airman, and with only a 'yes sir', the soldier ran off towards the armoury. They had limited ammunition, and Jack wasn't about to waste it needlessly.

***

Daniel, too, had come at a lope from one of the many meetings he'd found himself 'required' to attend. Okay, while not required, technically, just.. recommended. Asked specifically. Same thing ( ... )

[Ron] tweets March 18 2008, 15:07:22 UTC

As the source of the noise had become evident, Ron had run to fetch a staff weapon. With that and the zat strapped to his forearm, he emerged from the tents to stand beside the general, opposite to Jack.

"That's no Goa'uld configuration and not Asguard" he muttered needlessly. "It's not even common among the human mercs around here."

The staff weapon rested easily, unopened, on the ground, but Ron was ready at any moment to raise it and fire. The general would just have to give the word.

[Darien] starborn_scribe March 18 2008, 15:38:46 UTC

Darien sighed and rolled on to his back. The deliciously warm sun made the back of his eyelids glow red. It had been a long week of manual labor clearing out the stargate and the DDT*. Sunbathing in a pair of cut-off denim shorts was the only thing on his agenda for the day ( ... )

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