Episode Nineteen: Succession

[Tony Hansford]

1034
BC-304 Odyssey
Hangar Bay
Jumper One

He was pleased to be the one flying, at least he was skilled. "Ladies and Gentlemen, fasten your seatbelts, its funky time! Jumper one reporting, clear for launch?", Tony asked, then his comms activated, "Jumper One, you have a go!", the Jumper rose from off the ground, the hanger doors opening, Hansford activated the Jumpers engine pods, speeding the craft up dramatically.

1036
Jumper One
En-Route to Weapon

Tony decided to spin his chair around, "So what exactly is the plan? I can probably hack into the central mainframe and re-write the weapons base code so that when it fires it will, well, backfire, but unless someone else has a better plan!", Tony exclaimed in a smartass tone, the one he usually used when he knew he could once again "save the day", as he called it, "Only problem is that the weapon hasn't got long till it fires, kinda why I sped this thing up, but if we don't get off, the Jumper will be destroyed, and we'll all be space cooties! So.. whats the plan?", Tony said smiling.

< Tag Jumper One >

[Nolen "Dragon" Syaira]

1032 - 1036Nolen's F-302

Mary Alice just stared wide eyed stunned for a moment as Dragon's voice came through on the radio. She didn't know what to do at first, but hearing him call for her now seemed to pull her out of things. "This is Captain Andre's RIO. She just passed out sir! Her gash reopened and is bleeding once more. What should I do sir?" asked back trying to keep calm but noticed one more thing. If something didn't happen soon, they would crash into the enemy vessel. Talking about the worse timing for doze on Destiny's part.

Nolen looked wide eyed at the craft that was his XO's, then swore out load. "Stupid, Stupid. Captain Alice can you gain control of the craft?".
<Tag Des>
Nolen waited for a response as he kept level with the fighter. He swore again as he received his answer. "Roger that Captain just hold on there". Nolen replied trying to quickly think of something.

"Captain Samarra Blackwell to Dragon and Silverwing, an order for the surrender of the Odyssey has been issued by Colonel Mitchell. Do not fire upon the station. I repeat, do NOT fire upon the station. A team has been issued to report to the station for negotiations. There should be a ceasefire in effect. Report back to the ship and seek medical attention for those who need it. Copy that?"

Nolen tapped his radio "Dragon to Blackwell, Roger that Captain we just have a little problem with Silverwing taking a nap. Is she still in range of the Asgard Beams? Can you beam both of them out?" Nolen asked hopefully.
<Tag Sam>
But when the reply came back it too was distressing as they had just passed the range of the Asgard Beams. But that gave Nolen an Idea that he could do.

Just then, someone came up and gave him a status report on the pilots. "Aww hell," Cameron began. "Open me up to their frequency." When that was ready, he began, "Dragon, what's the current status of your bird? And Andre's RIO, what the hell is going on?

Dragon smiled a bit at Cameron's timing. "Shaft do you mind, Silverwings is having a nap. I didn't want to wake her. But with all seriousness Shaft not good. Silverwing's fighter is on a collision course and my fighter is damaged pretty bad. I have a plan to get Silverwing the medical treatment. Just Trust me on this. Okay I need you to get those Asgard Beams online and get ready to beam out Silverwing and her RIO out as soon as they are in range. I'll then try and get back my self. Okay I'm in place ready?" Nolen said as his fighter veered off and then turned around. "Noles what are you doing?" Lisa asked a bit nervous with the way they were heading now. "Trust me" is all he replied to her as he hit the after burners on the 302. The collision alarms started to beep wildly as he headed straight for Des's craft. Within seconds both 302's collided sending Des's back towards the Odyssey while Nolen's began to spatter as the engines died. "Hmmm Now that isn't good" he said as the panels in front of him began to light up indercating damage to his craft. "Shaft, Blackwell. Dragon. She is in range go now!" Nolen said as he saw the white light appear in her craft then disappear again. "Okay now for our rescue hey Lisa. Give me a tick while I try and by pass some power to the engines" He said to her as he began pulling wires again.

<Tag All>
OOC: Sorry Guys RL Got really busy. lol New Job 57 hour week. That sort of thing.

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

1037
BC-304 Odyssey
Bridge

"<That does explain a lot,>" Abi replied, fiddling with her arm brace slightly in thought, "<For instance, my waking up in the Infirmary with no prior knowledge of getting there. And the apparent lack of personnel working about the space ship,>" By reflect, Aleksandr's hand reached up and patted the still damp and bloodied wound on the back of his reading. The moment he realized he was touching the injury, his hand shot back down to the console, probably attracting the attention he was hoping to avoid. "<Is in indeed not looking good. If we take another hit from that energy weapon, we're toast.>"

From behind him came orders from the commander himself. "Keep working on those shields Mr. Kamarov," Colonel Mitchell declared, before turning to speak with Miss Eli. "Aye Colonel sir," Alek replied, sad to have to be switching back to his second language of English and pushing his native Russian tongue to the back of his mind. Kamarov returned his attention to his screen, and continued to watch as the shields built charge, slowly creeping toward levels that would offer protection from enemy fire.

His was drawn from his work by another burst of Russian. "<Your nickname or callsign, 'Shaft', is such an odd addition to your name, though. Makes me recall people 'getting the shaft'. Or an elevator shaft...>" From his terminal, Aleksandr smiled. "< You may well get shafted if you do not comply with the Colonel's orders!>"

[/i] Kamarov declared with a slight chuckle, pretending to be speaking to a fellow engineer.[/blockquote]
< Tag Crew >

[Samarra Blackwell]

1036
BC-304 Odyssey
Jumper One

"So what exactly is the plan? I can probably hack into the central mainframe and re-write the weapons base code so that when it fires it will, well, backfire, but unless someone else has a better plan!"

It took everything Samarra had to keep from rolling her eyes. Chief Hansford reminded her of two people that she had had a problem with in the past: an NID agent by the name of Pendragon, and of course, the infamous Rodney McKay. However, she was pretty well known for keeping her professional air about her, even when irked. Briefly, she leaned over the control panels, examined them for a moment, and tapped a control. Out the front of the vessel, there was a brief shimmering.

"It would help if we turned on the cloak so we don't get blasted out of the sky, wouldn't it? After all, we want to stay as covert as possible." One corner of her mouth turned up into a half grin at his folly. Then came his explanation.

"Only problem is that the weapon hasn't got long till it fires, kinda why I sped this thing up, but if we don't get off, the Jumper will be destroyed, and we'll all be space cooties! So.. whats the plan?"

Taking a breath to keep herself from getting her feathers ruffled, she thought for a moment.

"Chief, see if you can pull up a layout of the facility using the sensors. I'd prefer it if we did not run headfirst into this completely blind. Also, see if you can give us an idea of how many lifeforms are crawling around there. With the intel we recieved before the first blast, I can assure you all that we are no longer dealing with the French." With that last bit, she turned around to face the rest of the crew. "The bad news is, I'm not quite sure what we are dealing with. And, quite honestly, I'm not a fan of surprises."

<Tag Hansford, Strike Team>

Just then, she heard her name over the radio and her attention was drawn to the cockpit once again.

"Dragon to Blackwell, Roger that Captain we just have a little problem with Silverwing taking a nap. Is she still in range of the Asgard Beams? Can you beam both of them out?"

It was a little late for that, she realized. She left the Odyssey a good five minutes ago and no longer had access to the Asgard panel. But, from the looks of it as they passed their 302s, it was not looking terribly feesible.

"Dragon, this is Blackwell. I am no longer aboard the Odyssey, however, from here I do not think that either you or Silverwing are within range for the Asgard Beams." After that, there was no response. Instead, he seemed to be moving forward. What the...? He rammed into Des' spacecraft, pushing her within range. He, unfortunately, was still out of range. However, she couldn't watch this spacedrama much longer as they were speeding down towards the planet.

The mission. Right. Focus.

[Abi Ely]

1037
BC-304 Odyssey
Bridge

Aliens. Who da thunk it? Well - she did when she got those weird signals, all the way back when she was a DJ in Johannesburg. At first she thought it was simply some screwball frakking with a transmitter. Well - the message was: "Wee Come In Pieces." Not exactly original, but just a tad amusing. Okay - more than a tad. The sentence managed to get a full-on-giggle out of Abi. Now she found herself on a spaceship! Hanging out at the SGC was amusing and all, but she was living every geeks fantasy. If only Cameron could see her now...without having the government eat and/or exterminate him. All he knew was that his best friend was off doing some sort of secretish work, and could send emails once in awhile. That's all he could really ever know. Stupid secrets.

Abi carefully studied Alek, as he reached up and patted...oh dang. That looked like it was a hell of a journey to get a mark like that. Yeesh. Ow. Shouldn't there be a gauze wrap or something on that? Hell - a Hello Kitty or Flowery band aid would have made some difference. And yet - he was touching it. Hands were germy and icky (as her hardcore medical nerd parents would have said) and it probably wasn't a good idea to grope an open door to your innards. But hell - she was a scab-picker and wound poker, herself.

Leaning her head to the side, Abi made a pained face, "Gahh...<That looks like it hurts. What has happened to you to inflict such a wound, and why do you not have a festive band aid to keep your insides from becoming outsides?>" even is other languages, Abi managed to slide her personality through. Plus, she had a natural protective instinct about anything she didn't hate. Cannibal said excuse me while passing her, but got hit by a car? She'd probably help the nutritionally challenged person...but that was simply an odd example. Plus Alek amused her...especially with the k instead of x at the end of his name. Wayyyy to amusing with the girl that laughed at the word 'blubber.' Plus...he was a Russian Ninja. How could you not like that?

"<Is in indeed not looking good. If we take another hit from that energy weapon, we're toast.>" Alek continued, getting back to more serious matters than him leaking life-juice. Abi was too, probably. Just under a not-so-festive piece of cloth. Her hand instinctively scratched the wound cover by her temple. She hated when things were stuck to her face. She'd be poking at that stupid super-powered band aid until either it or her hand grew tired.
"<That is not good,>" she poked her tongue out from between her teeth, as she frowned, "<Let us hope that the people that are gone saving the day actually get the job done,>" she half-mentally prayed. Today didn't seem like a good day to die. Too confusing, and the bandage on her head was itchy.

"Keep working on those shields Mr. Kamarov," the Shaft (no, she was not going to let that go) ordered Alek.
"Aye Colonel sir," Alek replied, his voice sounding odd in English, as he went back to his little corner...which really wasn't a corner, but still. It cracked Abi up how the Shaft basically just sent Alek to his room. Bahahahaha.

After Abi said her little quip about the Shaft, Alek - the resident Russian Ninja - replied while expertly pretending to speak to another guy (in Russian of course),"< You may well get shafted if you do not comply with the Colonel's orders!>" followed by a little chuckle.

Bahahaha. It was like being four again with decoder rings and leaving your friends secret messages that the grown ups couldn't understand. As Abi was sent to her new 'room' (which in reality was just a station, but her brain was still going with the same 'sent to your room' metaphor that it birthed with Alek being sent to his station) she cracked up, shaking her head.
"<I am being good, I promise!>" Abi threw back, pouring over Armstrong's notes and calculations and stuff - not making as much sense as she would have liked, from it, "<Though, I am tempted to ask the origins of that name of his. Maybe he got so shafted, it got stuck with him forever?>" okay, now she was distracting herself from her own work, "<Or maybe...>" she peered over her shoulder, "<He'll give both of us the shaft for not speaking in English.>"
Right...work.

Narrowing down some leads that went nowhere, Abi wrapped a lock of hair - with her good hand - behind her ear, still irritated that her dominant left arm was dead for awhile. And she was kinda bandaged up. You know what? Being injured sucks. It's only fun when one can take advantage of everyone's pity and make up epic stories on how she procured such and injury. Too bad she couldn't even remember how she got her current one. Actually...there were a lot of things that were still a bit fuzzy...like, when did she get onto this ship? Hm... No clue.

The civilians back straightened slightly (for she naturally slouched when she grew bored) as all the leads and notes and blah blah blah, started to fit together. Cue a random glitch, corrupting the last piece.
"Grrrrrrrr..." Abi's throat vibrated, annoyed with all of this, "<Now I need to start from the top again...>" she muttered, mostly to herself - once again in Russian - simply because she was in the Russian mind set. Abi got on rolls when it came to languages.

With her frustrated growlings, more blood rushed through her veins, thanks to her mildly accelerated heart. That led to more blood going to the injured areas. causing a sudden throb. Everywhere. Fun-fun. Gripping her arm - gently - she leaned forward slightly, closing her eyes. The only time Abi wasn't her normal-hyper-happy-self, was when pain was involved. Pain killed her spirit.

<Tag BRIDGE>

[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

1032 - 1038
Silverwing's F-302

This was the first time that both Destiny and Mary Alice were in this situation. Destiny usually had more common sense than this. Normally she would have stayed back and gotten the gash taken care of. Though when it came to teammates, who were also close friends, were in trouble, then the common sense didn't become so common. A consequence was going to happen because of these actions. Not only that, but it was up to Mary Alice to make sure this senior officer got back to the hanger safely. This was not in the job description, thought but quietly shook her head hearing the doctor's voice through the radio.

Leaning over, Mary Alice rested two fingers on the carotid artery, feeling the pulse that was barely there. Looking at the watch on her left arm, the Lieutenant timed the pulse, counting only fifty beats per minute; that was not good. It was ten under the normal range of what a pulse should be. "Lieutenant Howard to Laboy, Captain Andre's pulse is fifty beats per minute and her pupil response," started to say through the radio shining a light in the captain's eyes, "none. I would try to move her to stop the bleeding, but scared of making things worse."

Now Colonel Mitchell was coming through the radio. Next time, this RIO was not going to request being Destiny Andre's fill in as RIO. This was a bit too much and would rather be back in the hanger working on the F-302s than dealing with his. Taking a deep breath, the pilot clicked the radio back on. "Captain Andre passed out due to the crash earlier with her own F-302. Her previous RIO was taken to the infirmary and Captain Andre went back out. Any ideas sir? In less than 5 minutes we will both will be no more," stated looking out to see them flying fast to the ship.

Hearing Dragon's voice through the radio, Mary Alice bit the bottom lip. "I don't believe I can, without moving the captain," replied back then sighed trying to think of what to do. There had to be something that could be done but wasn't really trained for this kind of situation. Hearing the calls through the radio, Mary Alice seemed to become hopeful. After a few minutes felt the fighter be bumped and them be transported back into the hanger bay. Letting out a small sigh of relief, the Lieutenant pushed back the glass and stood up. "Medic! We need a medic over here!" shouted climbing down the ladder as a team came up and grabbed Destiny taking her to the infirmary. Letting out a small sigh, the RIO followed close behind glad to be back.

< Tag Anyone >

[Samantha "Thumper" Armstrong]

1037
BC-303/4 Odyssey
Jumper

Samantha sat there listening to the blubbering plan of someone who seemed to know what he was talking about but didn’t clearly think through all the possible scenarios. Now, he was either a replicator she had read about, a man who needed to prove he had grown a pair, or an egotistical brainiac always deciding he was always going to save the day without any input from anyone else. Before she could respond to the theory or idea, Samarra beamed in and instead a small chuckled formulated across the warrant officer’s lips.

She then decided to raise her voice and speak up. ”I see the validity of this plan but it does carry some flaws. In order for your theory to work, you must first be acquainted with the computer system on board which will take more than a few seconds to detect and analyze. We’re not talking about a simple Windows program. They could have a complex foreign computer on their hands. In that case, I am already familiar with their use of codes and database.” She looked over at Samarra given her a smile and then back to Hansford. ”Your plan while quite doable will require a quick recalibration to accommodate for more time. I believe that if we work “together” to accomplish this task we can easily place a program into effect that will give the desired effect and give our team members enough time to get back to the shuttle and disembark without losing anyone.”

The young woman hadn’t realized she sat up and was now nearly on her feet when talking. Pacing was more her style when trying to figure hard diagnostics…that or a computer screen and good Metallica song playing on her Ipod. Looking around once again, she waited for anyone else to voice their opinion and even hear Hansford if he was willing to share duties with a female officer.

<Tag: Hansford and Anyone else>

[Tony Hansford]

1037
BC-303/4 Odyssey
Jumper

Tony had just finished running a scan of the base, Hmmm.. a large group in one area, some room, and other lifesigns from everywhere else in the base.., Tony spun his chair around, pulling up the lifesign screen, "Ok, so far all I can tell is that our French friends are being held in this room here", the panel zooms in, "But the rest of the base is pretty much packed with other things, no idea what they are, but we'll find out".

< Tag Jumper >

Tony spun around, Sam was kind of pacing about, "Nervous or something? I've got a base code uploaded to the Jumper, been writing it in my head, but we need to make it so the Jumper can upload the code and translate it to whatever system the station is using, take about a few seconds, but its a matter of getting there", he says to her, turning himself towards the rest of the team, "Leon, you might want to come with us and cover us, your shotty might come in handy, the rest of you can probably try and free our French friends, while me and Sam disable the jamming device and get this station ready to backfire, hopefully, if all comes crashing down, as long as the jammer is turned off, we can beam ourselves out, but I don't want to lose this Jumper.. I might keep it.. Anyway, any other suggestions? If not, too late, we're about in range", Tony says as he once again spins around to see the giant superweapon right infront of them.

< Tag Leon & Sam >

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

1038
BC-304 Odyssey
Bridge

"<That looks like it hurts,>" Abi asked, seeing Kamarov play with the back of his injured face. "<What has happened to you to inflict such a wound, and why do you not have a festive band aid to keep your insides from becoming outsides?>" Aleksandr quickly wiped the blood off his hands, hoping no one else had noticed. "<I could not remain on duty if my injury was known, it's only a small cut, and I'm better use up here than stuck down in the sick bay.>" He would get it looked at afterward, if the ship survived that long..

Behind him, Miss Ely continued to converse both with the Colonel in English, and Kamarov in Russian. She declared she was being good, and asked if she should inquire about the origins of Mitchell's nickname. Kamarov paused what he was doing for a moment, and tried to imagine under what circumstances an Air Force officer would be named 'Shaft'. He was familiar with one Shaft from American culture, although he was an African-American detective from the 80's. How this could be linked to the commander of the vessel, Alek was unsure. Perhaps Miss Ely was closer to the money.

Kamarov returned his attention to his console, and saw the progress on the powering up shields was leveling out around 90%. More would have been much merrier, but at that moment that was all he could offer. Adjusting his console settings, he flicked to the weapons systems, to examine the progress on repairs.

< Tag Crew >

[Samarra Blackwell]

1037
BC-303/4 Odyssey
Jumper One

Samarra knew Sam's rather feminist approach to most men, and it would seem that Hansford had touched a chord. As much as she would have loved to watch the fireworks go off, there was no need to start a WWE Smackdown in the back of an Ancient Jumper. However, Samarra would be first in line to sell tickets for such a match any day of the week. Most men on the Task Force had learned not to act too condescending around Sam. Clearly, Chief Hansford had yet to learn...but, he soon would.

The satisfaction of Thumper giving the Chief's plan the proper analysis was close to breaking through on her face. Sam had glanced over and Samarra flashed the slightest of grins. Hansford was apparently very used to being the smartest one in the room for quite some time. Samarra did not doubt that he was probably one of, if not THE, best in his field. After all, he was a part of the Stargate Program. However, it would seem an attitude adjustment might be in order...though Samarra did not feel it was her place to do so.

"Ok, so far all I can tell is that our French friends are being held in this room here. But the rest of the base is pretty much packed with other things, no idea what they are, but we'll find out." Doing her best to memorize the maze of corridors on the screen, Samarra was distracted by Hansford's response to Sam's analysis of the situation. At first, it seemed like a bit of gloating about some sort of code and him being able to do it in his head. Yadda, yadda, yadda...

What really caught her attention was when he attempted to advise the rest of the group about the plan. Samarra's brows narrowed, and her voice grew harder than usual.

"Your suggestion will be noted, Warrant Officer Hansford," she stated, making it clear that he should respect the chain of command, no matter what. Since Major Skeie was unable to join them on this mission, the fall of command rested on the shoulders of Capt. Fox. Honestly, she didn't care how buddy-buddy those two might have been. Right now, her position was clear: it was not his place to make the call.

<Tag Hansford>

"Captain Fox, what do you think our course of action should be, sir?" Samarra replied, looking to her co-leader. He had been rather quiet during the trip, probably trying to stay out of the battle within the battle. "We have Warrant Officer Hansford's suggestion. This 'code' that he has been formulating on the trip seems to be a pretty big risk to me. We are currently cloaked and could probably slip into their hangar without being detected. From there, we could figure out who is really in control of the base, free the other soldiers, and commandeer the station before they try to fire again. It's up to you about the final call, but...we're kinda short on time."

<Tag Fox, Anyone>

[Abi Ely]

1038
BC-304 Odyssey
Bridge

Real and unreal. As soon as Abi first had her little 'intro' meeting into the SGC awhile back, the border between those two words was starting to crumble. Aliens? Once a work of creative writers, now part of daily life. Space travel in a manned vessel beyond the moon? Years away, right? Nope. Here Abi was, in a giant space ship, in a different galaxy. Reality was basically one giant lie...which made the girl stop and think. If aliens were real, why not dragons? Bigfoot? Nessy? THE ABOMINABLE SNOW MAN? Frosty? Abi could just picture the kids singing and dancing a real snow man that came to life thanks to a certain magic that the kids didn't understand. Well - why the frak not? Fiction - apparently - was relative.

Feeling worse for wear, Abi expressed concern in seeing the Russian Ninja (oh if he could only read minds) bleeding freely. Bleeding was a bad sign. Never once was the sight of blood good. Blood was meant for inside - and shouldn't just escape. Sure...there was one instance, where that wasn't true - but that was just a girl's failure (in nature's eye) to bare a child. So it all came down to one thing; bleeding equals failure. Especially with paper cuts. Ow.

Seeing Alek's reaction to her concern about his weeping wound, Abi felt a pang of guilt. Whoops. Not supposed to see him oozing. Her bad. Pfft. It was still a bad sign to be bleeding like that. Alek quickly wiped off his hands to free them from the thin film of blood, appearing to worry for other people seeing his ooze...which was quickly becoming Abi's favorite word, thanks to how many times she had thought in the past few seconds.

"<I could not remain on duty if my injury was known, it's only a small cut, and I'm better use up here than stuck down in the sick bay.>" he replied in his native tongue, Abi's sixth or fourth language (somewhere around there) - and overall their secret code...unless there was some random Russian dude (though probably not a Ninja, like Alek and his abilities to escape the infirmary) that was eavesdropping on every word. Maybe that guy a short distance from them with his back to them. Hmm.

Snapping her mind back to the fact that Alek was secretly bleeding, her dark blue eyes shot him a look of pity. That 'small cut' looked like it hurt like hell. Then again - maybe he had a high pain tolerance?...like all men supposedly did, though maybe two out of three million actually did? Hm. Maybe. Being a Russian Ninja simply had to put him in that two out of three million. Or that's what she'd like to think, so her mind wouldn't be flooded with: Gah...must find Doc to keep Alek from turning into a crimson puddle on the floor!!

And no, she was not going to drop the 'Russian Ninja' thing anytime soon. Too bad the Russian Ninja, himself, had no idea about her new mental nickname for him. Soon she'd probably slip and call him that. Now that would be an interesting conversation. 'Umm...yeah. I thought you looked like you had been to hell and back and assumed you pulled a 'ninja' - as I did - and escaped from the Infirmary. And you're Russian. Russian Ninja.'

Wait...that made her the South African Ninja...?

Neat.

"<I will not say a word to anyone,>" Abi vowed, a concerned look still across her features, her right hand lightly scratching around her silver stud that pierced through the corner 'crease' part of her nostril, which had been there since she was about thirteen, "<Just do not pass out or go into shock - I don't want to have to carry you to the Infirmary>" she smiled, winking slightly, before they were sent off to do their own work.

Abi's job - find the hacker. Hm. Alright.

Well it was obvious that the little buggar was the main cause behind a lot of issues on board. Armstrong appeared quite close to stopping the hacker when she disappeared to God-knows-where, since Abi hadn't seen her since her quite confusing awakening within the Infirmary.

Continuing to play with the threads upon her arm brace, she stared at the screen, gnawing on her lip as she tried to just figure out everything Armstrong had completed and done to thwart the idiot...er...hacker. Wrinkling her nose in an expression that her dad called 'the pathetic irritated puppy', Abi sighed, not wanting to let anyone down around her.

Dark blue eyes widening, Abi's previously annoyed smile turned into a grin. Ah - an epic breakthrough.
"待ち時間" she began, instantly pausing, puzzled by what the frak just rolled out of her mouth. Japanese, really? She had just been speaking Russian and English aloud, with some mental browsing in French...yet she just spoke Japanese. Now that was a true, epic, Abi moment.

Cheeks reddening slightly out of embarrassment, she tried to speak again - targeted at the entire deck - and mostly people that were in charge - thus the goal was English. English was one of her base languages, so this shouldn't be that hard.
"Wait," she spoke, proud that the right language came out this time, "I've managed to set up some entertainment for the hacker, to distract them from frakking with the ship," she explained, "And with their entertainment, apparently they weren't paying attention to the fact that I was able to locate them," her voice went up slightly in satisfaction, "I know where the hacker is..."

<TAG BRIDGE>

[Xavier "Doc" Laboy]

1037
Odyssey
Jumper One

Xavier listened as Hansford spoke of a plan and then Armstrong spoke about his plan, "I really gotta learn these people's first names or call signs." Xavier thought noticing how many times he referred to someone by their rank or last name. Xavier listened to Captain Blackwell - "Damn, did it again," - as she spoke to Hansford and then to Fox. Before Fox had a chance to reply Xavier spoke up, "Um...whatever the plan I would feel better with a Nine millimeter," Xavier looked around before adding, "I did go through basic training and know how to use one. And of course my medical bag will still be with me." He said a slight smile on his face.

Xavier thought over the plan the had so far and hen said, "Hey, I think I should go with the team that A) is most likely to get hurt or B) will need me the most." Xavier was trying to add whatever he could to help out with what was going to happen in a matter of minutes. "Of course that's pretty much the same..." Xavier thought bitterly to himself.

[brenna]

1038
BC-304 Odyssey
Bridge

Pray, thats all she could do really, pray that this would all be over soon. Her knees were starting to hurt, from getting up and going back down again. Whoever thought things could be accessible from underneath should seriously consider their sanity. She had been running around doing bits of everything really. Saoise had survived the initial hit with barely nothing more then a few minor cuts and bruises. Kamarov had been doing the major fixing around the bridge, so she concentrated her efforts on the minor things. Shields were nice and safe, but she'd had for someone to do something like fire a weapon and it not be operational because someone forgot to plug in the toaster or something.

Saoise had been working around Kamrov, trying her best to stay out of his way, as well as the other girl who spoke Russian but didn't sound Russian when she spoke English thought. She went around working, slightly amusing by the two's interactions and yet understanding absolutely nothing that was being said other then the English parts. She felt invisible, which wasn't a bad thing, like the fly on the wall, fluttering around and being paid no mind.

Saoise got down to her knees once again, she really should invest in knee pads or something, and took a panel off below one of the consoles. She disturbed a few wires, and with a spark the lights went out on the bridge. She could hear a silence of people wondering what happened to the lights, Saoise cringed, knowing that she had done it and was glad not one could see her cringe. She was probably flushed from embarrassment. Thankfully all the computers and such were still on and it was just the overhead lights.

"Sorry!" Saoise called out as she fixed what she had done and the lights came back on. She moved to a different set of wires, the one's she was originally aiming at and worked on them. After she was done, she practically popped up, screwdriver in hand, "All right, what else can be done by the PK Tech Girl." she didn't really expect anyone to get the reference, but it was fun in her head.

<tag bridge peeps>

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

1039
BC-304 Odyssey
Bridge

At his console, Aleksandr confirmed what he feared - while the majority of the rail guns were functioning, and would be able to defend the ship from any projectile weapons or star fighters launched against the ship, but they would offer no protection again the powerful energy weapons. The ships vertical missile tubes, which still intact, were registering all manner errors, and had been shut down from safety reasons. Without the nuclear warheads, the Odyssey could not strike out against the asteroid, leaving that task to the F-302's and the Jumper away teams.

Next to him, Miss Ely spoke up from her console. "I know where the hacker is..." Immediately Kamarov turned from his terminal. He rose from his chair, and walked over to where the cryptologist was seated. "<Where have you tracked them to?>" he inquired in Russian; if the traitor had spies on the bridge, speaking in Russian would it harder for them to know the crew were onto them.

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Aleksandr's hand dropped to the sub-machine gun that was still slung over his shoulder. If they were going after the hacker, they may need to be subtle about it. If they were into the computer system, they may be able to know that a security detail had been sent to their location.

"All right, what else can be done by the PK Tech Girl," Miss Brenna, one of the ship's technician specialists. Quietly, Kamarov signaled her over. "We have hacker on board vessel," he said in a low voice, uncomfortable to be speaking back in English. "How well do you know workings of vessel?"

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[Cameron "Shaft" Mitchell]

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Bridge

Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief when the message came that Captain Andre and Lieutenant Alice were safe in the hangar bay. "Roger, get some med teams there stat," he called, cutting off the radio. They still had the issue of Nolen and Lisa though. Cameron pulled a few technicians aside to discuss options for getting his friend back on the ship.

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After talking for a few minutes, the Lieutenant Colonel walked over to Alek and Abi. Leaning in, he said quietly, "What are we conspiring on now?"

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Without flinching, Mitchell took the information in stride. Glancing around the bridge, he said louder to them, "Can we get any power at all to the engines? Even a few seconds? Just enough to get Syiara's fighter in range ... " The look he received he expected. "Don't worry, I've done this before ... "

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