Episode Fifteen: Exodus (Part One)

[lb]

1940
Stargate Command
Infirmary

On his infirmary bed, in his coma, with monitors monitoring, LB dreamed.

1022
Los Angeles, CA
Eastside Piru Turf

LB was just seven years old. His brothers were with him. They were taking him to get put down with the set. Already banging and representing the red, he felt ready. His brothers were his mentors and had taught him the most important things. The set would be what would turn LB into a man; he knew.

Junior, Prince, and Q took Lydell to the OG.
"You ready, blood?" Asked the OG.
"I'm born ready! I'm built for this!" LB replied anxiously.
"Then let's see what you got."

Junior, Prince, and Q all circled around Lydell. LB looked in each of their eyes as if they were his enemies. They had a slightly different variation of that same visage. LB put his hands up ready to fight his own brothers. Junior, 19 years old, was the first to step in and throw a punch at LB's face. The boy blocked the best he could and tried punching Junior's stomach. Without enough time to react, Q punched LB in the kidney from behind. Lydell buckled while Prince punched him in the face from the other side. LB tried to stay standing to throw a punch at Q, but Junior's fist to the chest knocked him to the ground. After that, all LB could do was lay down in the fetal position with his hands and arms over his face while Junior, Prince, and Q pummeled him with fists to his face and kicks into his sides. In one motion, LB's brothers backed off and Lydell got back up on his feet then came at Q for retaliation. LB was able to knock Q in the face three or four good times before Prince speared him to the ground and began laying into the boy's face with many fists as Prince sat on him. All the Bradley's had quick hands, and LB was no different. From lying on his back, sat on and swung on, Lydell sent up his own return fire to Prince's jaw and nose. LB's young eyes were blackened and swelling already as he never stopped fighting. Where were Junior and Q? Several seconds had passed of Prentice and Lydell punching it out, neither of them showing sign of weakness or tire, only stamina.

Suddenly Junior picked Prince off of LB and hit Prince in the face. It was over. Junior helped LB off the ground. The adrenaline was still pumping and Lydell almost punched Junior again.
"You a real blood now, LB!" Junior reported.
"Hell yeah, blood!" LB still displayed the effects of the fight in his face and body. He still felt tense, still pumped up to keep fighting, still wanting to whoop on people. His face displayed anger despite knowing he was around people he could trust. This was the nature of a fight. Even afterwards, he was really prepared to continue. The adrenaline doesn't just stop.

"You ain't a soldier yet," OG said, "You gotta earn the soldier rank. What're you willing to do for the set?"
"I'll do anything! I'll shoot a nigga! I'll go to prison! I ain't scared!" The seven year old Lydell Bradley announced fearlessly. The OG grinned at the fierce young blood.

Suddenly everyone appeared to have been shot by zats. LB panicked.

On his infirmary bed, in his coma, with monitors monitoring, Cadet Bradley dreamed.

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[Michael "Shorty" Long]

1940
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Michael in his state is starting to get sick of the 'monkey business' that was going on with some of the Cadets, and since he was the highest ranked cadet there being a Cadet Lt. Colonel and the Platoon Commanding Officer now recently promoted Michael cleared his throat and yelled in a disapproving voice "Hey, settle down and let the experts do what they are trained to do, and that is an Order" then Michael said in a standard tone to one of the nurses there "Can someone turn off the beeping on my EKG as it is not helping my headache"

SGC nurse said "Sorry we are not allowed to suppress the beeping on the EKG at all or the can get into bit trouble" and Michael replied "OK no Problems" with that Michael hoped that the rest of the cadets took notice of his order.

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[Matthew "Mattie" Redding]

1940
Stargate Command
Infirmary


"Not to step on your toes sir but I think you aren't really in any condition to order us around. I know you are the highest ranked here but you are also one of the first to pass out. Which means you will probably be the first one to die, and I won't have that. I understand you don't want us going wild or anything but we need to figure this out because it is obvious the nurses have no idea what they are doing..." Just then one of the doctors came in, "We finished the blood work, and have analyzed how this is spread. It is not airbourne but it is passed by bodily fluid contact. We still haven't figured out how you got this illness but the ones who aren't sick should probably leave the area so you stay that way." Mattie smirked, "Yeah I told you that like five minutes ago..." One of the nurses walked up to him and handed him a few bags. "Thanks cutie..." He winked and continued to smirk, "Beck... Simmons... Come with me we have some soil samples and readings to analyze so we can help our friends."

When Isaac fell he sighed, "Someone get him in a bed and get Cadet Andre into one as well this is an Order."

<Tag Beck, Simmons, Cadets>

[Beck "Tucker" Carlson]

1942
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Beck fervently (and silently) agreed with the idea that it was time for the healthy cadets to get away from the less healthy ones. He wasn't particularly keen on the idea of being stricken down with whatever it was that way laying his friends and companions low.

"If I could get my data to a terminal, I could run an analysis programme on it," he said, doubt in his voice. Doubt wasn't something that often entered Beck's tone when he was discussing possible solutions to a problem. But then, most of Beck's solutions centred around communications networks, or computer problems. "Or at least I could extrapolate raw data for the - uh - more appropriate qualified staff to look at."

Extrapolate. That was more like Beck. Why use a word like 'extract' when 'extrapolate' would do just as well?

<Tag: All>

[Jeff "Iceman" Weaver]

1942
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Things were definitely not as they should have been. The last thing Jeff could remember was him laying on his bed talking to Azalea. Well, listening to her talk if you wanted to get technical. That seemed so long ago now, for some reason his concept of time had been thrown all out of whack. No longer was he laying in bed. Somehow he had moved to a standing position, across the room from the bed where he had been laying before. Taking a quick glance over in that direction he saw Azalea and... wait a second. This virus must have been effecting his mind more than he had initially thought. For a moment he had actually thought that he had seen himself laying in the bed. No.. that idea was ridiculous. There was no way that he was there.... it was quite obvious that he was here after all. Watching as the cadets moved around, Jeff couldn't help but get this strange feeling that things were definitely not right. Determined to take another look at the bed, he yet again saw himself. He looked almost like he was sleeping, something that scared him more than he wished to imagine.

"Holy crap I think I'm dead..."

His words were lost in his panic, Jeff not even caring if anyone could hear him. Stepping over toward where Azalea was still at (even though it meant moving near himself.. something that still creeped him out to no end), Jeff waved a hand in front of her face. He had to get someone's attention, and why he was being ignored he couldn't say.

"Azalea! Yoooo. You there? Hellooooooo? It's me, Jeff."

Accepting the fact that she couldn't hear him, Jeff sighed. Things did not look good. For once he would have to face a simple fact: It seemed like he was dead, and that was potentially problematic.

<Tag Cadets, Azalea>

[Azalea "De" Andre]

1944
Stargate Command
Infirmary


Hearing what Isaac was saying, Azalea just shook her head waving it all off. "Isaac really I'm okay. It's just a small dump on the head. Really I'm fine," told him with her back to him but then froze when she heard a thud. Turning around, her eyes went wide when she saw Isaac laying on the ground, unconscious. "Isaac! Oh god Isaac!" shouted falling to the ground beside him, "Doctor, someone, we need help over here!" The cadet leaned down over him, wiping some hair out of his face as a few people came over and move Isaac to a vacant bed. The young woman stood up and watched, but then a wave of nausea consumed her again, but before the cadet could even move, she hunched over while a rustic red color flowed from her mouth. "Cadet Andre?! Doctor come over here quick!" a nurse shouted pulling over a bed pan and holding it under Azalea's mouth.

After a few minutes pasted, the nurse handed her a white cloth. The cadet smiled slightly taking it and wiped her mouth. "Thanks," muttered before trying to stand up but only to stumble as the nurse caught her. "Cadet Andre, I know you are just going to say that you are okay and don't need help but I am going to say that you really need to lay down. You could have something wrong with in your abdomnal area, in your intestines. You need help. Now if you refuse me one more time, you will be going against my medical advice. So I am going to make you a offer," the doctor suggested as Azalea rested her head on the nurse's shoulder hardly able to keep it up. "What is it?" asked narrowing her eyes. "If you lay down and remain in that bed, I will make sure that I work on your boyfriend and all the other cadets first and save you for last. You can still help from bed too," the doctor told her tucking his hands in the lab coat pockets.

Azalea gritted her teeth then sighed. "Fine but he is NOT my boyfriend. Remember I'm last," stated letting the nurse help her to bed. The cadet sighed staring at the ceiling. This was the worst thing to happen. The young woman waited staying in one place and just laying there with nothing to do. Listening to the others, she smirked and chuckled. "You know, LB is still out. Shorty, you could ask the doctor to show you his test results because he is not in the state of mind to look at them himself," told them keeping her gaze on the ceiling like it was nothing.

Rolling her head over, the young female stared at Jeff's unconscious figure biting her lips nervously. "Jeff please wake up! Not because I am confessing my undying love to you...far from the truth. Just wake up because I know you are stronger than that okay? Just pull yourself together," told him knowing she wasn't making a lick of sense, "Don't go towards the light! Whatever you do stay FAR from the light." The cadet kept her eyes on his EKG having a weird feeling that this wasn't going to end right.

<Tag Isaac, Shorty, Jeff, everyone else>

[Jeff "Iceman" Weaver]

1944
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Things were definitely not going well. It seemed like no one could hear him. Wonderful. Sighing heavily, which was fairly pointless, since he still didn't think anyone could hear him, Jeff tried to force himself to accept the fact that it seemed as if he were dead. Well, perhaps not dead. It seemed like a distinct possibility that he was on the way there though. He could hear Azalea's voice, faint as it was, talking to him. It took everything he had to focus on her words so that he could understand her, although he laughed a little as he did. Her words first made him think of Mikayla, although he quickly changed his train of thought. He didn't want to even think about Mikayla, especially after the way things had gone lately. It had been kept hush hush well enough, but he and Mikayla had broken up after she had lost their baby. He had chucked it up to raging hormones, although when she had ignored his every call, he had begun to think otherwise. Perhaps they were really over. Perhaps he should start looking elsewhere. Even knowing that she wouldn't hear him, Jeff couldn't help but speak, his voice low, as if he was barely able to speak.

"Yeah... stronger than that. Riiiiiight. That's why I'm dying, because I'm so strong. Gah.. if only there WAS a light. I'd run toward it at full speed about this point. And Az....we both know you want to confess your undying love for me. You'd totally be doing it right now if it weren't for Redding being in the room."

Turning toward where Mattie and Beck were, Jeff scoffed. Sometimes he just couldn't stand some of the other cadets, especially those that abused their rank. Were he only conscious, he would have relieved both Shorty and Mattie of their commands by now, for differing reasons. Shorty was a good cadet, and a capable leader. His only problem at this point was that he was just barely better off than Jeff was when dealing with this virus. Mattie on the other hand seemed to have taken a liking to giving unlawful orders, such as trying to force people to get treatment. Tossing in the fact that he was continually flirting with Azalea (something that for some reason bothered Jeff to no end), made Jeff want to not only relieve him of his command, but to give him a good beating for his troubles.

<Tag Azalea, Cadets>

[Azalea "De" Andre]

1944
Stargate Command
Infirmary


Laying on the bed, Azalea counted the tiles on the ceiling. Yes counting the tiles. This was why you never kept this cadet down. Though she was never diagnosed with it, but it was obvious to anyone who really looked that she had ADHD to the max. Why else was it almost impossible for her to sit still. Letting out an annoyed sigh, she started to move her head around once again to see exactly what was going on though nothing in the last few seconds had changed; til hearing Jeff's voice that is. The young woman whirled her head around staring wide eyed at Jeff, who appeared to be still out cold. The cadet tilted her head to the side really to see if there was any eye movement, or any type of movement at all to make this seem like a joke but there was nothing.

"Wow maybe I am more out of it than I thought because for a second I thought you were talking to me Jeff. If this is you playing a joke NOT FUNNY! I know you would do something like that but I am saying right now before you continue just stop okay? OH and you only wish I was confessing my undying love for you. If you weren't out cold I would SO smack you for that comment," said then froze slowly looking back at Jeff's unmoving figure. Her eyes went wide at the realization that he really was in a coma, but she could have sworn that she heard his voice loud and clear, almost. "Oh god, I'm really losing it. I've resorted to talking to a guy in a coma. Like having a full out conversation with one! Why do these things always happen to me?" muttered with a shake of her head before laying it back down on the pillow.

<Tag Jeff, anyone>

[Kenith Simmons]

1945
Stargate Command
Geology Lab

The lab techs in their HAZMAT suit entered into the room, for once with good news - the cadets who hadn't shown symptoms were clear, and a number of them authorized to look into the soil samples. "Beck... Simmons... Come with me we have some soil samples and readings to analyze so we can help our friends." Mattie ordered, heading toward the door. "Yes sir," Kenith snapped, falling his behind the two senior cadets. Leaving the lab the cadets were ushered into a nearby waiting lift, and rose up through the complex that was the SGC, arriving at a geology lab.

"If I could get my data to a terminal, I could run an analysis programme on it," Beck proposed, "Or at least I could extrapolate raw data for the - uh - more appropriate qualified staff to look at." Laid out on the table in front of them where the samples that the team had brought back with them, some of them already sorted by the looks of it. From the corner of the room appeared a dark haired man of his early 30's, attired in an white SGC lab coat.

"Greetings," the man said, crossing the lab to the cadets and shaking their hands. "You're the sick little cadets I assume?" Exchanging a look of uncertainty with Mattie and Beck, Kenith nodded. "Very good then!" he said, turning and examining the collection of soil samples and test tubes littering the work bench. "So, what do we have here..." Unsure if this was a question or a statement, Kenith stepped forward looking over the table, reading on the man's lab coat that his name was 'Doctor Harris', and he was assigned as a geology to the base. Great, a dirt diver..

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OOC: Doc Harris is a total NPC in ever sense of the word; all his actions occur within our posts (i.e. he doesn't have an account), so go nuts with him!

[Shannon "Angel" Meyers]

1945
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Nurses and doctors worked frantically to keep all the cadets in stable conditions. Some of them were still unconscious and in comas. The silence of the small lines across a screen hooked up to those who were falling deeper was an eerie sight, almost out of a horror action film. Most of them had the indention of lines signaling stable heartbeats. The motion of those trying to aide in the attempt to find out what was going on, what was causing all of this was still a blatant mystery. Outside the confines of the infirmary, attempts were being made to find out exactly what it was the doctors and Stargate were dealing with. It was air born, it seemed highly contagious to those cadets exposed to the alien world. But what was going to be the final step in getting these young men and women back to their feet and back to serving their country and becoming the saviors they so diligently trained themselves for?

Everyone around the young naval cadet was busy finding ways to comfort those in need. The ones placed with monitors and machines were looked at periodically to make sure their conditions didn’t worsen. Shannon Meyers became one of the few that began a slow process of coming back to the real world. Noises were muffled like hearing a conversation through a glass against the wall. The first and middle finger twitched softly against the hardened sheets covering the young brunette’s figure. An Endotracheal tube was placed in her nose down to the lungs helping to remove the mucus build up and keep the windpipe open for breathing. An EKG machine was also placed to monitor the heart rate and if anything were to go awry, a small alarm would sound. IV fluids were in place to give Shannon nutrients and keep her body stable while they worked continuously to find a cure.

Comatose patients can sometimes open their eyes and appear to be back within the reality of the surroundings. Some even manage to come out of their slumber feeling as though nothing has happened, stunned and in disbelief. With a small fluttering of lids, bright fuzziness appeared through very faint figures walking around the gurney. The mind believed her hand was lifting to grab the whiteness of material walking nearby. Maybe it was all a dream. Her voice could not be heard as the tubes made it nearly impossible to speak. She tried to force out a moan, but whether it was heard could not be determined. The fight to stay conscious became overwhelming so the instinct to close the eyes and sleep more only became more prevalent as the cadet tried to finally coming around.

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OOC: If anything I did was wrong medically, please say so in the Locker Room. I will edit if I have to, but tried to do research first.

[Beck "Tucker" Carlson]

1950
Stargate Command
Geology Lab

Five minutes Beck had been downloading data into a terminal. Five minutes. And his patience was already beginning to wear thin. He frequently swore under his breath and slammed his palm impatiently down on the worktop. This behaviour was definitely new to the usual stoic, taciturn Beck Carlson and he was aware of it. It was, he appreciated, an unwanted side effect of his kidnap ordeal, the fact that owing to his own failure he had been forced to witness the death of another captive. He did not want his own failure to lead to the deaths of more people.

Especially not when they were people he knew well and cared deeply about.

"Steady on there, Cadet Carlson," said the infernally placid Doctor Harris. "I've been asking for a better computer in here for a while now. You're just going to have to put another couple of quarters in the slot and pedal faster."

Despite himself, Beck shot Harris a grin. "Sorry, sir," he said and took a few deep breaths, calming himself down. He had detached himself from the studying of dirt samples. I don't do organic he had said. He'd once witnessed a presentation by some medical students who had shown slide after slide of pathology. They had all excitedly pointed out 'adenomas' and 'squamous carcinomas' and, on one memorable occasion, 'bubbly cytoplasm with an eccentric nucleus', but it had all looked like pink and purple blobs to him.

So he focused his attentions instead on analysing the weather data that they had collected, looking for any sudden spikes or drops in temperature, for any increase in wind speed, for any...anything really.

So absorbed was he in his own work that he was barely aware of the others in the room.

<Tag: The Research Party>

[isaac]

1944
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Isaac's entire world went black before him before he even hit the ground. He was feeling fine before that happened; well, aside from a little bit of nauseousness, dizziness and a little headache. He didn't think anything of it though. He was supposed to be alright, everything was supposed to be alright with him. He was supposed to be strong - he wasn't supposed to just pass out in the middle of the infirmary.

His limp form was lifted from the ground and placed on a soft bed but the young man didn't move, didn't flinch, didn't even do so much as show any sign of life other than his short heavy breaths. He was beginning to sweat quite a bit in his unconscious state and he was just laying there for a few moments; that is until he started thrashing around in his bed like he was having a seizure.

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[Kenith Simmons]

OOC: I now have an NPC bio up for Doctor Josh Harris

1950
Stargate Command
Geology Lab

While Beck pounder the computer with his frustration, Kenith was assisting Doc Harris with the soil samples. One by one he gathered up tiny amounts from the deep core samples the cadets had drilled and transferred them into labeled test tubes. His manner was systematic and quality controlled - Kenith was, after all, a physics major at the Stargate Academy. "Science background," Harris inquired from the other side of the work bench, himself also deep in work. "Physics major," Kenith replied, to which Josh looked up from his work for a quick pause. "I'm sorry to hear," the geologist replied apologetically before returning to work, Kenith now know the man was not a fan of 'hard' sciences.

Across the table, a small container of liquid was rolled. "Add that solution to the samples, it'll help separate out foreign trace elements," Harris explained, doing the same to his samples. Kenith picked up the bottle, reading the label. "Kerrie-ium Solution," he asked. Harris paused at his work for a minute, blushed slightly and assumed what he was doing. "Long story... add it to samples and centrifuge them; if anything is in the soil it'll come to the surface."

Being a scientist, Kenith had used a centrifuge before, and being a physicist he could tell you the mechanic forces in action that made the device work. "Won't the foreign elements settle at the bottom?" Kenith asked, certain the device didn't work the way the Doc had described. "That's what I said," Harris replied as he carried his samples toward the centrifuge. Shaking his head - and hoping the cadets in the infirmary were getting more qualified assistance - he followed the geologist across the lab.

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[Michael "Shorty" Long]

1944-1950
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Michael feeling quite depressed and feeling edgy due to the continuous noise going on around him, which is chatter amongst the cadets as well as the beeping from the EKG machine, So Michael asked another nurse the same question that he asked before "Can someone turn off the beeping on my EKG as it is not helping my headache" This Nurse seems to be higher then the other one he asked before, the Nurse replied "Sure we can do that" Michael said in reply "About time, I was told that you can't do it by another nurse".

"Hmm" the nurse replied followed by "I will have to have a chat about this with the other nurses because us nurses have to care for the patients mentally as well as physically" after she said that she pushed the button to suppress the beeping but there is still an alarm if the patient 'flat-lines' off course, the nurse then asked Michael "is that better?" and Michael replied "Yes it is".

Michael then heard Azalea say "You know, LB is still out. Shorty, you could ask the doctor to show you his test results because he is not in the state of mind to look at them himself," Michael replied "is he, Oh crap, I am not really not that familiar with reading those sort of reports but I can ask the doctor to get you the results so you can fill us in with what is going on" Michael then smiled and that was probably the first time since he come down with this 'whatever it is' that Michael actually smiled even though he felt like crap, but he is starting to get some piece and quiet now plus Michael has noticed that the headache is not as bad as it was but the noise level he can hear is still the same loudness that it is still uncomfortable for him. Now without the constant beeping next to him, and that was a good help.

<Tag Az, Cadets>

[Kenith Simmons]

1950
Stargate Command
Geology Lab

On one side of the lab, Kenith and the geologist Doctor Harris watch the centrifuge do it's work, spinning around the test tubes containing the soil samples and the mystery solvent 'Kerrie-ium Solution', the meaning of which Kenith was yet to get out of the scientist. "It's named after my step-mothers bull dog," Josh said, as if reading Kenith's mind, though in reality probably only noticing the cadet was still staring at the label on the bottles. "Damn thing torn apart everything in sight, hence it was the perfect name for an aggressive separation solution. Haven't ran into anything it couldn't work it's magic on." Although a physicist and not a chemist, the importance of the liquid was not lost on Kenith, who often wondered how long it would take for a product like this to make it onto the open market.

Just when things couldn't have possibly gotten any weirder, they did. "So how what Lost last night?" Harris inquired, still watching the centrifuge spin. Yes, he was indeed one of the most random and unique people young Cadet Simmons had ever met. Thankfully for Kenith, the device stops it's whirling - the test tubes were ready for analysis.

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