Episode Nineteen: Succession

[Samantha "Thumper" Armstrong]

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Jumper

”Damn him!” she scolded racing her fingers over the keys trying to find some way to get Hansford off that rock. She scolded his stubbornness and went over the programs he integrated into the jumper over and over. A voice came to her, well more like a yell, when the warrant officer yelled back. ”I can’t get a fix on him inside. There must be something shielding the energy so I can’t get his signature. He’s got the damn thing so full of loops, I don’t have enough time to install any form of anti-program to his. What is he thinking? Fool!” She continued to try. Someone else would have to fly the jumper. Placing a computer geek at the helm of a ship was like trying to make pancakes out of syrup. Wasn’t going to happen.

The jumper was on course for the Odyssey and it wasn’t going to be turning around anytime soon. The chances of getting Hansford out alive were slim to none. The designation of what he implanted on that base was only a matter of a few minutes away. But, it didn’t deter the young woman from trying. ”Please don’t die Tony. Please don’t put this on my head.”

1048
BC303-4 Odyssey
Hangar Bay

Walking out of the ship numb, Sam just looked at the commander blankly. Every effort was implanted with her computer knowledge and nothing could have been done to save her fellow officer. The voice needed to relay the information was not there and all the warrant officer could think of was Tony no longer being a pain in the ass over her shoulder. Oddly, she would miss that. ”He’s probably on the bridge of the ship sir. With the natural materials, it’s virtually impossible to get any beaming technology at his coordinates. If he’s smart, he’ll head to an area of the base surrounding himself with the same material. Being that it’s unidentifiable in my recollections, it might be strong enough to withstand the blow giving him a chance. What that chance is I’m not sure.”

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Nodding in response, Sam simply walked away finally having the realization of the events hit her hard. I’ve killed someone. I actually helped to kill a fellow officer. Not a good day.

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OOC: In the future, OOC posts not included with your mission should be placed in the Locker Room thread. Thank you!!

[Samarra Blackwell]

1048
BC-304 Odyssey
Hangar Bay

Samarra couldn't tell what she was feeling. Part of her wanted to beat the life out of the Warrant Officer for his stunt, but she was to frustrated by the fact that this was all out of her hands now. Part of her almost felt like crying, but she would not do that. Instead, she grew quiet for one of the first times on the mission, watching as the Ancient controls maneuvered into the Hangar Bay and performed a spotless landing. No doubt, the programming for such a feat was courtesy of Chief Hansford. Thinking about him only made her angrier.

The hatch opened.

There stood Colonel Mitchell. After a brief exchange between Armstrong, then Samarra managed to find her voice.

"Sir," Samarra started, doing her best to make her voice sound as 'together' as possible, "Even if we took another vessel down there, we would not make it in time. The explosion will detonate in less than two minutes, which could compromise the Odyssey and everyone on it." Her mind was racing at about half a million miles per hour, trying to think of something to save the man down on the planet. She was also reminded of the French soldiers who may or may not be on the base. Of course, there was no telling if the ships sensors were blocked by the natural material. This was hell.

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"Colonel...I can try to communicate with him. Tell him to baracade himself as best as he can or to hijack an alien ship or something. Anything!" Her voice was shaking. She was losing her composure. Each second that passed by was another second less that Tony had to live if they didn't do something. At that moment, she heard a crackle of communication coming from inside the Jumper, and a familiar voice over the comm...

"...and the station is ready to go boom, the code has been input, so get ready to jump to hyperspace as soon as the station disappears, I've been trapped in the station, in an area where the beaming system is blocked, its all natural materials so there's nothing you can do, I'll make sure this place is history, Wish me luck!"

Dashing back into the cockpit of the Jumper, she slammed her hands on the panels, activating the communications between her and Hansford. She braced herself against the panel as she responded. She could feel Colonel Mitchell standing behind her. He would probably have something to say as well.

"Chief Hansford, this is Captain Blackwell. You are to seek shelter and brace for the impact of the explosion. That is a direct order." Not that he every really had any regard for orders in the first place, she thought, pessimistically. From there, Colonel Mitchell took control of the comm to issue the final transmission.

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Exiting the Jumper again, she saw Sam walking away.

"Chief Armstrong," she called at first. When she did not respond, she moved towards her until she was standing at her side. Her arm extended and laid on her friend's shoulder gently. "Sam..."

Facing her friend, she could see the defeat written all over her face. Although she felt the exact same way, Samarra managed to plaster as much of a smile on her face as she could. It looked more like a grimace.

"Don't give up on him just yet. You of all people should know he's the craftiest bastard in the galaxy." She squeezed Sam's shoulder slightly. Neither of them were very optimistic. None the less, she added, "He'll find a way. He always does."

However, the facts were clear. In less than a minute, the explosion would destroy the station and everything inside.

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[Samantha "Thumper" Armstrong]

1049
BC-304 Odyssey
Hangar Bay

A voice came from behind. Sam continued to walk. It was louder. The warrant officer didn’t want to speak to anyone. The weight of responsibility was terrible. All she needed now was a damn lecture. Then the voice was directly behind and finally Sam recognized who it was. More importantly, the now saddened computer geek recognized the tone. Turning with reddened eyes, the young officer looked at her friend. Nothing came out from both of them. There was no need for words. Each one knew their part in this mission and both obviously felt the same responsibility.

All Sam could do was rest her hand on her comrade’s shoulder. Her voice cracked as a tear trickled down her face. ”He’s stubborn Samarra. This would have happened with any strike team, you and I both know this. If anyone could have gotten him out of there, it would have been us. He chose this and we just have to accept it.” In reality, the warrant officer was just trying to make excuses for herself. She tried to make this lighter than it was, but it didn’t seem to help much. ”Maybe he’ll find shelter. He’s very resourceful.”

It was all she could offer before turning and walking away now fully in tears. I need to be alone. I hope she understands. Tony, you had BETTER find shelter or I’ll come find you and kill you myself!

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[Cameron "Shaft" Mitchell]

1048
Hangar

Mitchell waved a hand and replied, "Listen, we've been analyzing the energy signatures of the station and what we can determine says that the detonation may just mainly IMPLODE the asteroid and that the effects to us will be minimal at wor--" He was cut off by a transmission coming in from none other than Chief Tony Hansford.

Listening to the message, the Lieutenant Colonel was about to speak when Samarra cut him off, ordering the engineer to move back to the ship. At the silence on their end, Mitchell clicked his radio and said, "Chief, it's Mitchell. We can't force you to do anything but don't sacrifice yourself for nothing." There was a long pause, and no reply. Cameron turned and laid a comforting hand on her back, then nodded at her. "I need to get back to the bridge," he said softly. "Let's talk later." With that, he turned and left the hangar quickly.

1049
Bridge

Entering the bridge, he quickly ordered, "Aft thrusters to full! Get us away from that thing ... " Not wanting to sit down, he leaned against the back of 'the chair' and gripped it tightly. The timer that had been set up based on the report from the away team hit zero, and Mitchell grimaced for the explosion, squinting his eyes. Several seconds ran by, and nothing happened. The grimace fading, he checked the timer, which read '+00:53' and was rising by the second. When it hit '+01:37', Mitchell inquired allowed, "No boom. What happened?" A bridge crew member said, "We've got no energy build-up, not a single indication of it." Opening his mouth to reply, he was cut off by the comms officer with, "Sir we have an incoming transmission." "On speakers!" Mitchell ordered.

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"Copy that, Chief," Cameron replied. "Send us the frequencies ... " A moment later, the crew confirmed they had received them. "On our way, Tony, hang on tight!" With the away team having just gotten to the bridge, Mitchell briefed them, "Hansford just got a hold of us - the French broke out of their confinement and got their weapons back. They were implanted with tracking devices, and we just received the frequencies. We're about to head in closer to lock onto them and beam them all out."

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Holding up a hand, he replied, "I understand your sentiments, but I'm not about to let them die on that station if we have a way to save them." Turning to the helm, Mitchell said, "Full thrusters, get us in range to beam Tony and the captives out." To the strike team, he said, "Helping Tony or not, the French were the reason we came here and I'm not taking any chances. Set yourselves up in front of the platform with your weapons ready."

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OOC: Let's get a couple more posts in guys!

[Tony Hansford]

1049
Station Bridge

Tony opened his eyes, looked at his tablet and put an odd look on his face, "Odyssey, this is Hansford, Umm, I think the station just implemented a failsafe, that Armstrong didn't account for, We're gunna need some explosives, maybe a few Naq Nukes, about the only things that'll probably destroy this place, I'll send you beaming frequencies, only place you can beam into is one of the docking bays, I'll make sure there's access to the entire station", Tony says as he transmits the frequencies to the Odyssey, taking a sigh of relief, At least Armstrong isn't as smart as she says she is!, he says as he turns towards one of the consoles, making sure the doors to the bay were clear, he needed to plant the bomb as fast as possible.

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Tony overheard the sound of beaming echoing through the corridors, Looks like the Frenchies are about to be fried!, he thinks to himself as he makes his way towards the docking bay. He hadn't accounted for the fact there could still be a few 'Mudkipz' (What the aliens look like), and found himself in the trouble of having a few infront of him. He leap to the side, pulling his 9mm from its holster, making sure it was loaded, he stuck an eye out from behind the beam.

He looked, there was about 6 there, and he had that many rounds left. He rolled a flashbang towards them, staring for a second, the 'Mudkipz' decided to take a closer look, What a bunch of idiots!, he thinks as he turns his head and covers his ears, leaping out and putting each round perfectly in each forehead, "That how I roll!", he yells as he kicks one as he runs towards the docking bay, picking up on the the FAMAS they had obviously stolen from the French, it was brand new and shiny as well, meaning it had never been fired, but since when did the French EVER fire a weapon.

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He makes his way to the docking back, and looks at the three Naquada Bombs infront of him. He links his tablet wirelessly with the station, and moves towards the console beside him. The energy levels were there and ready, so the blast would be 1000 times bigger than he expected, the Odyssey would need to be in hyperspace for at least 20 seconds to get away, it seemed that Tony was about to do a Mckay.

Tony begins setting the timers on the bombs, using the station inbuilt beaming he placed them where they needed to be, one near the power coils, on near the weapon itself, the other where the French had placed enough nukes to wipe out the station about a thousand times. He looked at one of the crates, Yum! French weapons!, he thinks placing a beacon on the crates, "Odyssey, this is Hansford, ready to beam aboard with some lovely presents for the Ida Expedition, I think everyone will love what I'm bringin!", Tony says as he awaits the Odyssey to beam him back.

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[Aleksandr Kamarov]

1050
Bridge

With the hacker's program stopped in it's tracks, control of the vessel had been handed back to the crew, it's rightful owners, and the process of repairs had accelerated. The Russian was happy to soon report to the Colonel, how had just returned to the bridge was greeted the strike team who had arrived back one member short, that all systems were online and operational, with the exception of the shields, which were still under repair.

On the Colonel's command, the vessel had moved away from the station, only to turn tail and head back toward it once the explosion failed to occur. A transmission from the base revealed the missing member of the strike team to be Chief Hansford, Alek's crew chief, who reported the need for more ordinance. The Colonel complied, before informing everyone of his plan. "Hansford just got a hold of us - the French broke out of their confinement and got their weapons back. They were implanted with tracking devices, and we just received the frequencies. We're about to head in closer to lock onto them and beam them all out."

With that, Kamarov turned back to his station, using the scanners of the Odyssey to search the asteroid for the frequencies of the locater chips embedded in Chief Hansford and the French survivors. Locating Tony was easy enough; his frequency was loaded into the beaming system already, and high up on the list - Tony preferred to use the Asgard beaming arrays to get around the ship instead of walking. The French signals took him and few more moments to locate, though they operated on a near identical wavelength to the American-made chips on which they were based, narrowing Alek's search considerably.

"I have location of Chief Hansford and French personnel," Kamarov declared from his console. His finger hovered over the button that would beam those on the asteroid to the safety of the ship, waiting for both the strike team to ready their weapons in preparation of their new arrivals, and for an order from the Colonel.

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[Samarra Blackwell]

1049
BC-304 Odyssey
Hangar Bay

Samarra's hand dropped to her sides as her friend walked away, and she sighed deeply. Seeing her so upset reminded her of the jumble of emotion that whelled up within her. There seemed to be so many in the confusion that in order to operate, she had to choose one. Instead of choosing a reasonable response, such as Sam's tears or Mitchell's commands, she chose rage. Her brows furrowed and she began tugging on the straps of her vest as she stormed across the Hangar Bay to the nearest door. By the time she reached it, she lifted the vest over her head and threw it at the wall. The clamor drew the attention of a few airmen who raised their eyebrows as she passed through the doorway. She couldn't see them though. All she saw was red.

1050
BC-304 Odyssey
Corridor

There was no red flashing lights or sounding alarms as she made her way down the corridor towards the bridge. Had they managed to fix the systems that quickly? Had they found the hacker? There was only one way to find out. Stepping onto the lift, she pressed the button that would take her to the bridge, half-dreading it because she knew that before long, she and Mitchell would have their "talk".

For a moment, she wondered what it would be about: her command of the strike team? her behavior on the mission as a whole? her failed responsibility in bringing....

Thinking about that made her rage waiver slightly, and she was soon overwhelmed with the mix of emotion again, just as the lift reached the level for the Bridge.

1050
BC-304 Odyssey
Bridge

Composing herself as quickly as she could, she walked onto the bridge, where the timer of the explosion ticked away at "+2:16". It was over...or was it? Why weren't they in hyperspace? Why could the still see the asteroid...and the station???

"Hansford just got a hold of us" Mitchell had started.

"He's still alive??" Samarra asked in surprise, the tone in her voice blending overwhelming joy, relief, and fury all into one. Mitchell continued without missing a beat.

"The French broke out of their confinement and got their weapons back. They were implanted with tracking devices, and we just received the frequencies. We're about to head in closer to lock onto them and beam them all out."

Okay, now she was lost. She could understand beaming Hansford back, though the likelihood of him wanting to come back should be slim, seeing as Samarra's subconscious was now painting a few lovely scenarios of her beating the tar out of the man. Not only for his insubordination, but also for what he put the rest of the team through. Oh, there was that, and the annoying, little 'let-me-save-the-day' complex he had that had bothered her for some time now. It just seemed like the right time to beat the crap out of him, no?

However, bringing the French on board...

"With all due respect, sir, why are we helping them? They are the reason we're here in the first place."

"I understand your sent

[Samarra Blackwell]

"I understand your sentiments, but I'm not about to let them die on that station if we have a way to save them."

Almost instantly, she regretted her outburst. She normally wasn't like this, however, the stress had pushed her a little too close to the edge. Her temper was getting a little out of hand and she really needed to keep her mouth shut before she risked putting herself in line for a court martial. Mitchell was pretty chill for the most part, but she did not need to push him, especially not in a situation like this. Besides, she was almost positive that this would make its way into their little "talk" later. Oh, joy.

Mitchell turned to address the rest of the strike team, "Helping Tony or not, the French were the reason we came here and I'm not taking any chances. Set yourselves up in front of the platform with your weapons ready." It seemed a bit contradictory, honestly.

'Let's save the French, but if they do something stupid (which is quite likely), blow their brains out.' The thought almost made her crack a smile.....almost.

Standing where Mitchell had told them to, she drew her handgun from her holster and had it aimed at the ready towards the platform. Sam now appeared beside her, her face not quite rid of the tearstains. That reminded her of just how angry she was at Hansford for a brief instant. His voice over the comm startled her slightly.

"Odyssey, this is Hansford, ready to beam aboard with some lovely presents for the Ida Expedition, I think everyone will love what I'm bringin!"

"I'll have a present for him when he comes back," Samarra smirked, speaking just low enough so that Sam could hear her, but the Colonel could not, "We'll have a dinner party. It'll just be you, me, and Hansford. The main dish? A big, fat can of whoop-ass. Care to join?" Glancing at her friend out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a smile.

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Just then, there was a bright flash right in front of them. They were here.

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[Xavier "Doc" Laboy]

1040
French Station
Hangar Bay

"Thanks, Doc. See? I knew you would come in handy," Xavier heard the Captain say, he nodded and waited for orders. "Okay, you guys. This is it. Hansford, Armstrong, you know what you can do. Laboy and I will cover you. We'll see if we can find the French prisoners on our way out, but if we don't have time..." There was a brief pause, "None the less, EVERYONE gets back on this Jumper. Understood? Let's Go!" Xavier nodded again and followed Captain Blackwell, and the two chiefs.


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French Station
Corridor

Xavier studied his Zat as he walked, he hadn't really used one before, but he knew how it worked and how to use it. Xavier was so lost in thought he almost fired off a shot when they were shot at. "HOSTILES!" He heard Blackwell yell, he went down one one knee and shot at the aliens, he nipped one and in return was nearly hit as the Alien fell. "Mind picking up the pace, Chiefs?" Xavier heard Blackwell yell back to the scientists, "Yeah guys, it would really help!" He yelled hitting another alien. But then the aliens stopped coming, Xavier sighed and stood up, "Are you okay?" Xavier looked over to Blackwell before saying, "Yeah, I'm fine. Been a while since I've had to fire a weapon. Though I guess some might count a needle as a weapon." Xavier had a joking tone toward the end of his sentence. He noticed the chiefs finished before Blackwell said, "Alright, we don't have much time. Hustle to the Jumper people!" Xavier nodded and ran after Chief Armstrong, Captain Blackwell, with Chief Hansford behind him...or so he thought.

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French Station
Hangar Bay

Xavier arrived at the Jumper after everyone else had, he then heard Blackwell yell back to Hansford who was bringing an alien with him. Xavier looked at it then he thought he should study it, they could learn much from studying a dead being. Xavier went into the Jumper and sat down, waiting for Hansford to take the controls. But he didn't, the Jumper's door closed and it took off. By itself. Xavier turned around and saw the Alien, where Hansford was, however, was a mystery to Xavier. Xavier looked at the other people in the Jumper before muttering, "Crap..." he hated stubborn people, they were the ones who didn't go to sickbay when they were bleeding out of every orifice and then some.

Xavier held his head in his hands, this was turning out to be a very stressful day. First was the explosion, then there was the stubborn 302 Pilot, and now this. Perfect.

1048
BC-304 Odyssey
Hangar Bay

The ride back to the Odyssey seemed quick to Xavier for some odd reason. Xavier stood as Mitchell walked in and spoke to everyone, while everyone was talking Xavier slipped out of the Jumper. He walked over to a group of Airmen and spoke to him. "Get a Medical team in here, tell them no rush, it's dead. Just have them get the dead Alien in the jumper to observation so we can study it." The Airmen nodded and Xavier went out to the corridors.

1049
BC-304 Odyssey
Corridors

Xavier walked around for a minute, with all that had happened he didn't want to go to Sickbay, he might go off on that Pilot and he didn't want that to happen. He walked for less then a minute before he found himself on the bridge.

1050
BC-304 Odyssey
Bridge

The bridge had lots of Activity, the Station hadn't blown up! Hansford was still alive and, they were beaming people over. Xavier was about to tell Mitchell he didn't have a gun when he remembered the Zat, it was still in it's holster yay for forgetfulness. Xavier stood about two feet away from Captain Blackwell, far enough as to not hear her, and stood with his Zat in hand. He saw the white light and then there stood the French.

"Odyssey, this is Hansford, ready to beam aboard with some lovely presents for the Ida Expedition, I think everyone will love what I'm bringin!", Xavier heard over the Comm. Xavier stood there watching the French talk among themselves.

[Samantha "Thumper" Armstrong]

1050
BC-304 Odyssey
Bridge

Sam returned to her console. Orders were given for Tony to seek shelter as quickly as possible. Time seemed to running in slow motion. The warrant officer was taking the weight of the responsibility trying to show Caldwell that she wasn’t to blame. Samantha was the computer geek besides Hansford and there should have been a way for her to track him not matter what material stood in the way of the sensors. Silently, Sam swore to herself being harsh and unreasonable. But, it also gave her strive to become better, an ambition to become the best out in her field.

As she continued diagnostics, a voice came from beside the officer. Turning her head, a small forced smirk emerged. Samarra was only trying to lighten the situation and be something Sam had very few of…a friend. The forced grin became genuine as the smart alek woman came back to life for just a moment. ”I’ll be there with my datapad as my date and another can of ever-do-that-again-and-I’ll-kill-you waiting sir.”

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[Nolen "Dragon" Syaira]

1050
BC-304 Odyssey
Hanger bay

Nolen had been checked and cleared by the Odyssey's medics for active duty and had told them to take good care of his XO Des. Jason then came to pick him up and they both headed down the corridor towards the Hanger Bay. "Come on Jas, Mitchell may need the fighters so lets get the pilots ready" he said as they ran towards the hanger.

Nolen stepped in and started to order the pilots to their stations and get their fighters ready to leave on the word to go. He then radioed Mitchell, "Shaft, Dragon here. Mate fighters are ready for round two when ever you give the word Colonel" he said racing to his own fighter which Lisa had already started up for them.

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[Cameron "Shaft" Mitchell]

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Bridge

As the white light subsided, the French came into view. They quickly raised their hands, except for Admiral de Sarraut. Some of the men talked amongst themselves and they all looked fatigued. Motioning for the security team to move forward, Mitchell observed them remove the French soldiers' weapons from them. A second beam of light emerged, and Chief Hansford appeared with several crates. "Good to see you in one piece!" Cameron exclaimed before turning to the bridge. "Fox please take these men to the containment area," he began. "Doc, see to their injuries and that they get whatever they need for nourishment. Blackwell, I want you to oversee the interrogating of the prisoners." Turning, he ordered, "Get us in hyperspace!" As the view shifted to the tunnel-like view of hyperspace, Mitchell slid into the command chair and mumbled, "This is going to be a hell of a lot of paper work ... ."

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Bridge

Mitchell had been reviewing some final inspection reports from the department heads when a beeping made him raise his head. "Sir, we're being fired upon!" a crew member said. "What?" Mitchell said. "How?." Just then, they dropped out of hyperspace. In front of them was a Nihdogg vessel, not near as large as the Earth battle cruiser but much larger than an F-302 ... and a handful of . As shot after shot hit the ship, he hit the ship-wide comms and said, "Shields up! All crew to battle stations ... bring the plasma weapons online ... launch all fighters!"

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OOC: Everyone get in a last post of two ... we're basically done so you all can do what you want, but this is for Nolen to wrap up something with Jason

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

1312
Bridge

It had been three hours since the team had left the formerly French controlled weapons platform, and Aleksandr had been using the time to finish the repairs of the damage suffered by the Odyssey. The beam weapons - what ever it was - had cut through their shields like a hot knife through butter; it was unlike anything the Russian engineer had ever seen before! The output of the weapons had been off the charts compared to what Earth vessels normally carried, even taking into account the possibility of much larger power generators and more effective superconductors. At the back of his mind, Aleksandr knew full well whoever had build that weapon had been given 'outsider help', he just wasn't sure how to prove it.

In order to effect repairs on the damages engine drives, the ship had dropped out of orbit in an uninhabited star system, far away from the Ori-Asgard battlefronts. The repairs would only take less than a hour, the the Colonel didn't appear concerned. That was until a Nidhogg cruiser - an aptly named Swarm-class dreadnought - reverted from hyperspace in front of them and opened fire. "Shields up! All crew to battle stations ... bring the plasma weapons online ... launch all fighters!" Colonel Mitchell ordered.

With the weapons officer overseeing repairs to their missile launch tubes and not currently on the deck, and the assistant weapons officer still in the infirmary recovering from his injuries, Alek jumped onto the weapons console. He flicked the targeting computer onto automatic, and it scanned and selected targets based on their perceived threat level. The ship's rail guns targeted smaller enemy fighters and bombers, while the missile tubes began to pound away at the cruiser. "Weapons online and firing!" Kamarov called from his terminal.

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OOC: To elaborate, at Danni's request, Captain Jason Wood is being killed off, going out in a blaze of glory, which Dave (Nolen) will post

[Michael ''Death Wish" Reynolds]

1312
Bridge

No one seemed to notice the crates that Hansford brought, well that wasn't very strange since they were under attack again, but that wasn't Reynolds problem was it, the guys with expertise in these matters had already jumped in to solving the problem, and Reynolds had a job of his own to do and that is the security of this ship and people on it. He caught up with Hansford who was going to the infirmary
''Hey Chief I need a word with you I'm Lieutenant Reynolds I need to know whats in those crates, I know its not the right time right about now but I have to fill in paperwork latter so its better I do it now and not when you have other work to do and paperwork of your own to fill'' its not like Reynolds needed to fill a inventory acquisition log but he was the security officer aboard this ship and his duties included checking cargo that had been acquired offworld not like he didn't trust the Chief but clearly there could be something that he wasn't aware off and if it was a bomb or something worse it would be good to know before it goes boom.

[Samarra Blackwell]

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BC-304 Odyssey
The Brig

After the last of the interrogation party stepped out of the cell with a security guard in tow, he handed Samarra the tablet where each session was recorded in audio and notes were taken on the screen at each questionable bit of information. There were not many. Nodding to the officer, she accepted the tablet and began reviewing the notes. At the moment, everything seemed to check out in all of their stories, but at this point, she was not about to take any chances.

"Guard, keep an eye on the security video and audio feed for this room. If one of those soldiers does so much as pick his nose, I want to know about it. One of my linguists will accompany you and will monitor their conversations. Just because they all have the same story does not mean they are to be trusted. Understood?" The soldier snapped a salute and took his position. Nodding to one of her intel team members, she set off down the corridor to report to the Bridge. Using her in-ear headset, she began to listen to the interrogation along the way. A distraction. Even though it had been nearly three hours, she still had to surpress the urge to shove Hansford out an airlock. But, for now...out of sight, out of mind...right?

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BC-304 Odyssey
Bridge

Fast forwarding through a bit of the interrogation she sat in on, she turned the corner onto the bridge. Just then, the force of the hit threw her into the doorframe. Flinching slightly at the slight "popping" sensation in her wrist from where she braced herself, she turned her full attention to the bridge, where Colonel Mitchell stood, ordering all weapons and fighters to take arms.

Exceptional timing, as usual, Marra... she thought to herself. As she tapped the in-ear headset, switching to the frequency for the Comm room.

"This is Blackwell. Engage all scanners and record all frequencies used by the enemy vessel. Life forms, energy signatures, anything and everything. If it shows up on the sensor, I want it on record!"[/i] With the tablet tucked into the nook of her elbow, she used her good hand to massage the "popped" one. Doc Laboy would have to look at it later. Right now, there were more important things going on than a little, ole' hurt wrist.

Jogging over to one of the consoles, she brought up the frequencies used by the F-302 pilots. She figured, she would be most useful here. Removing her small headset and replacing it with the one connected to the console, she began monitoring the frequency. On the screen in front of her, a few green blips appeared; the pilots were leaving the hangar.

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