Legacy of the Asgard

[Pooja Garcia]

((NPCing Fiancé aka Jerry Garcia ))

1031 – 1035
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Hangar bay/Loading area


The foul smell made Pooja twist her face. She so did not sign up for this, did she? “Did someone forgot to take a shower or a hundred of them?” she mumbled all while waving her hand in front of her nose, “Tim, what we need is a giant hose.” Taking another breath she nearly gagged, but her weapon was still aimed.

Jerry said nothing to her comments, but he knew they all were right. Foul smell, lack of humidity in air, was enough to make a sane man lose his mind. He listened to what Tim was saying, pointed to Kendra and O’Connell to join Tim and take on side of the hallway and explore. He was in the middle letting Ash and Pooja know that they were with him, when the Captain made his comment.

Pooja paled at what Ash said, “Worse? What could be worse than Olympians?” The idea of having an enemy worse than the one they usually face was mind boggling. She faced Tim when man spoke, “How’s that funny?” Hint of demand was laced in her voice.

Jerry decided to jump in before Pooja’s fear over the safety matters got out of hand, “It’s not,” he was trying assure her, knowing she may not have heard all the stories from the past missions, “Tim, Cyrus and Kendra are to go with you. If you find any Task Force members give us a signal,” Looking at Kale, “Pooja and you are with me. We find anything or anyone we give you a single. Now watch let’s watch each other’s back and get out of here in one piece.” Fixing his hold on the weapon, he took the lead till the end of the hallway before two sets of stairs indicated that there where different levels. Garcia motioned for Tim and his mini team to take the stairs that went down. He gave s signal with his head for Kale and Pooja to follow him.

<<Tag SD5/Task Force>>

((If it’s lame I apologize, I’m just squeezing it out in between moving. :-\))

[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors
Unknown Time

Captain Cromin free from the Labs starts to make his way to the tank room hoping to find the others. He had hoped that the explosion would draw any guards away from the tank room. He knew his way from the Lab to the tank room because he had walked the corridors every day for months, he pretty much could figure his way around it blind folded. He counted his steps every day so that was another option just in case.

As he made his way to the tank room, he saw the others wandering. Lieutenant Davidson was on their 12 taking point. Turning to all of them, he asked a quick question "Are you guys ok" after they responded he turned to Davidson who was the senior officer present "Lieutenant, Status report" When they were done talking, he said "This way to the tank room, I have walked this hallways for months now, I know it like the back of my hand. The last time I saw Captain Blackwell, she was about to be tortured by Captain Andre, let's hope we can get the both of them out, gently or forcefully. Alright, let's move out."

<Tag Simon and Abi>

OOC: I can totally change this, if it messes with anybody's post. I took the liberty to move us along a bit.

[Nolen "Dragon" Syaira]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors
Unknown Time

"Never been better,"

Nolen tried to smile at the russian with his sarcasm, but he was at breaking point and was starting to give up hope that they were going to get out of here. Nolen was then startled as the guards moved away from the prisoners and left them together, by them selves. He looked at the others just as confused as the others.

"Where did they go?"

"I have no idea, Smoko or something?" he said trying to laugh at his own joke but only managing to snort. He lifted himself up to his full height as the others started to suggest their options.

“Should we just…leave? I mean…they’re gone. I’d regret if we didn’t try…but I have desire to be tortured for awhile…”
"Alek! Abi! Anyone crazy enough to drink some vodka with me when we're off this god forsaken ship!",
"What she said.....its a chance.....lets take it"/"Come on lad and lasses......follow my lead."

"Oi Cancel that Lanky, we still have three members missing, Captain Blackwell, Colonel Harrison and Captain Andre. Lets split in to two teams One will find an escape route while the other tries to rescue or comrades. Remember no one gets left behind." Nolen said starting to fell the hope fill back into him. But something else was crawling in there too. A quiet voice in his head kept on saying to him "It is pointless they will catch you again" over and over again. Nolen ignored it.

<Tag All>

(OOC: Sorry for the lame return sort of still tired from the big move)

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors
Unknown Time

Moving along through the winding alien hallways, with Miss Ely leaving faint marks on the way to guide them, the freed members of the task force moved with speed, yet still unsure where they were going. "I have long suspect hallways are poorly planned," Alek claimed in his accented English in response to Abi and Simon's concerns they would get lost. "Bugs always seem to walk in circle, hard to tell which way is which." He kept an eye out as the moved down the hallways, and they thankfully were avoiding running into any of Abi's marks, which was a good thing at least.

They rounded a corner and bumped into bumped into Captain Cromin, who had somehow escaped captivity. "I have walked this hallways for months now, I know it like the back of my hand," he explained, which was good news for the otherwise totally lost and confused team. Plans about rescuing Samarra and getting Des back were quickly exchanged between the senior officers.

"With all respect sir," Alek called from the back of the group. "Shouldn't we stick together. The Captain is the only one who know these hallways, we will become quickly lost if we split up again?" If they stuck together, it might almost be faster than two totally lost teams wandering around the ship. It would only be a matter of time before the bugs came looking for them.

< Tag Crew & SD-5 >

[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1035
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors

Tim shot a look towards Pooja, giving her a reassuring smile, “I’ll tell you all about it when we get back home…”
Yep, he was already slipping in to the protective role they all seemed to have as soon as there were a female member of the team; he gave Kendra an amused look, hoping she wouldn’t notice it, ‘Well at least with most of them.’

“Tim, Cyrus and Kendra are to go with you. If you find any Task Force members give us a signal,”

Tim gave Garcia a nod and then motioned towards the other two team members to slip out of the hole in the wall and move off towards the right, one level down.


1037 – 1050

Taking the lead, he had Kendra in the middle, ‘Dr Collins would have a field day with me and my streak of protectiveness if she ever get her hands on me…’ and Cyrus picking up the rear.
Tim still had trouble with ordering someone else taking that position, especially letting a “Delta rookie” having it, but as the officer he now was, well, this was the best they could do at the moment, no matter his own personal feelings.
The team slowly made their way through the corridors, having the LSD set on backtracking to be able to find their way back as well as signaling any movement ahead of them, searching rooms without any result as they passed.

The “bugs” they encountered had moved slowly, but determined in the damply lit surroundings. Not really taking notice of them.
One had finally stopped right in front of them, sort of “sniffed” in the air for some very long seconds; at that moment Tim had honestly thought that this was it, this is how it all will end, before “it” had moved on again, obviously dismissed them as “non-threatening”

After making a very slow and quiet exhale, Tim made a “move on” signal and they continued down another hallway, when Tim suddenly stopped and looked at the wall in front of him.
In the alcove, behind a thin, transparent membrane were… “Oh, crap…” No doubt about it, it was a pile of task force uniforms. A *big pile, including all sorts of clothing, even underwear…
“This is so not good!”
He marked the spot on his LSD and after a final glance towards the pile, he made the team move on, mumbling, “We have no evidence of them being dead, that was just a pile of cloth…”

A few turns later and Kendra brought their attention to a marking on the wall, it looked too deliberate to be just a coincidence, and a bit further on in the next intersection, they found yet another one and then another one…
They picked up their speed a little as the LSD suddenly cracked to life as well and then, as they turned left in the next intersection; there they were.

Tim skidded to an abrupt halt, not believing his eyes. The five people in front of him were indeed the missing task force members, but the reasons for him staring, was not so much the finding itself but their lack of clothing.
He felt his cheeks go red, he would have thought that they would at least have had *something to wear, something to replace their confiscated uniforms… But no, apparently not…
The medic stuttered, “Umm… You guys ok…?”
The utterly stupid question was out of his mouth before he could think.


< tag SD5 and Task force >

[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors
Unknown Time

As they deliberated on what move to make next, everybody was giving their opinions on what they should do. Some suggested that they just escape saying good riddance to whoever and whatever this ship is while others suggested that they all move along together. Nolen Syaira who was the ranking military personel gave his orders on what should be done. He said "Oi Cancel that Lanky, we still have three members missing, Captain Blackwell, Colonel Harrison and Captain Andre. Lets split in to two teams One will find an escape route while the other tries to rescue or comrades. Remember no one gets left behind." Cromin responded to the Squadron leader "Copy that"

Months of being held up here Cromin thought probably made them slow to realizing that they all were just given orders including him. Cromin realizing this said "alright you hear the man, we have our orders." Turning to Nolen, Cromin who was jittering from the Hiridrium X he was now addicted to said "Which team do you want me to lead sir?" Before he could finish the sentence a couple of guys dressed in Stargate command gear popped out of a corner and then said “Umm… You guys ok…?”


Putting two and two together, Cromin realized that whoever this team was, was probably the reason why the Nidhogg all of a sudden started running crazy. This strengthens their plans of escape tremendously he thought. He didn't know who they were because he had never met them, so he was unsure of whom he was talking to. Cromin motioning to him and identifying himself said "Captain Robert Cromin, United States Air force, identify yourself."

<Tag Nolen, Tim, everybody>

[Simon "Lanky" Davidson]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors
Unknown Time


Left...right....left.....right....left.....right.

Focusing on his paces keeping them even and steady, just as was drummed into him during basic training. This was Simon's latest method of taking his mind off the situation. he picked up the timing of Abi marking their path.

The corridor turned again, it seemed to take a dogleg every thirty to forty meters, and they were always the same, poorly lit so he assumed they were dark gray.

Another turn, another familiar face, Captian Cromin, he asked for an update and for some reason that he could not explain, he clammed up for a moment he felt like a Nidhogg guard had come round the corner and they had been discovered, the thing was the people around him didn't seem to mind they were disusing their next move, Simon began glancing left and right rapidly this seemed to bring him out.

They seemed to want to go back to get some more of the crew, to Simon this made no sense, better to find a way out then come back for the rest, at least then if they did find them they would have somewhere to bring them.

He was about to speak up when another arrival changed things, it took Simon a few moments for what he was seeing to sink in, in front of him was a SD team member, a flesh and blood real live SD team member. This was it rescue, all the that time, all the hanging on, all the pain, all the suffering, the end was in sight.

He was however under no illusion that they still had a way to go, they still had to get out, and ensure that the team in front of him,never ever,ever,ever, had to go through what they were going through.

Cpt Cromin asked them to identify, Simon backhanded him in the arm, "Sir its help, can't you see, have you got a ship tell me you've got a ship? we're still missing people though can you help us?" his words spilled out fast through the realization of escape.

Noticing that the officer was looking rather red, and staring, it took him a moment to realize why. there lack of clothes the task force crew had done without them for long enough for it to feel normal. "Oh...yes have you any spare BDU's, or did you find ours?"

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[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1052
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors

"Captain Robert Cromin, United States Air force, identify yourself."

"Sir its help, can't you see, have you got a ship tell me you've got a ship? we're still missing people though can you help us?"

Tim looked at the man in front of him, finally getting his mind back on its track, “Lieutenant Tim Foster,” made a motion towards the other two, “Kendra and Sergeant O’Connell, all SD5.”
He turned towards the fast talking man, “Yeah, we’ve got a jumper, let’s get you to safety first and then we can go look for the others” clicking his radio, he said, “5-3 to 5-6. Got five walking and talking friends here. Heading back home. 5-3 out…”

"Oh...yes have you any spare BDU's, or did you find ours?"

Tim grimaced, forcing himself not to look further down than the face on their female member. As a medic and a former EMT he’d seen more than he sometimes wanted and nudity didn’t normally bother him, but this was just, oh heck… unexpected…
“I think we just passed them a few minutes ago” then ripped open one of the Velcro pouches on his vest and dug out a small, flat package, containing a tin foil emergency blanket and without meeting her eyes, handed it over to the woman, “Ma’am?” That would just have been to embarrassing.

< tag Abi >

“Now with all due respect to any possible superior officers; we need to move out of here. Come on, this way.”
He let Kendra take point and once again ordered O’Connell to bring up the rear together with him this time, allowing him to have a look on the people as they passed him.
When he summarized the findings as they walked the corridor, he wasn’t that surprised of what he’d seen. Their months here had definitely not been easy on any of them. Covered in cuts in different stages of healing and bruises of various shapes and sizes, some even with bruises *on their bruises.
He poked a little on the shoulder of the one in front of him, “So how did you manage to escape?”

< tag SD5 and Task force >

[Abi Ely]

1052
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors

They were making a run for it…and so far, so good. The aliens had randomly walked in a different direction, not locking up their prisoners, before wandering away. Abi was okay with this. The group had now managed to HOPEFULLY make some headway…though since she hadn’t thought to start making markings until a bit after they started their journey – she wasn’t sure how far they had really gotten. Distance was hard to perceive was naked and in an alien space ship.

Suddenly they ran into the ‘all powerful’ Cromin…who said something about running ‘these halls for months’. Sure. Just smile and nod, and maybe he’d stop talking.

Then…another human voice.

It took a moment for Abi to comprehend what she was seeing.
Were those…SD-somethings? Humans? With good intentions? With CLOTHING?
AHHH! YAY!

“Lieutenant Tim Foster,” he made a motion towards the other two, “Kendra and Sergeant O’Connell, all SD5.”

Abi blinked, soaking in the names of their saviors. She would have hugged them…but she wasn’t wearing any pants. Or a shirt. Yeah. Not awkward at all.

“Yeah, we’ve got a jumper, let’s get you to safety first and then we can go look for the others…”
Abi sighed a sigh of relief, wrapping her arms around herself – feeling a bit…self conscious, considering they had the luxury of pants and overall clothing. She did not.

With the report of seeing their clothing ‘a few minutes ago,’ Abi narrowed her eyes at the sound of Velcro, before an emergency tin-foil-blanket was blindly offered to her. Aw…he looked embarrassed. She probably owed him a cookie for this.

Carefully wrapping the blanket around herself, she fashioned a rather nice dress. Take that home-ec. Teacher that gave her a near fail!

“Thank’ya,” she honestly stated, before the Lieutenant took command.

“Now with all due respect to any possible superior officers; we need to move out of here. Come on, this way.”

And ol’ Timmy poked a bruise.

Okay then.

“So how did you manage to escape?” he asked, as Abi played with her new clothing.
“Aliens got ADD and left,” she reported, glad to no longer be nude, “Seriously…they just got distracted and all walked away. I’m not really sure what happened.”

<Tag Naked and Non-Naked people>

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

1052
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors

Kamarov starred at amazement and disbelief at the humans standing in front of him. Aside from his fellow crew members, he hadn't seen anything but bugs for the last, well, god knows how long. And now there was three clothed and armed humans standing right in from of him. The Lieutenant, seemingly in charge of the group, identified themselves at SD-5. "You are long way from home comrade," Alek said in accented English when he realized the team from from the Delian expedition. "Are you rescue party?"

Timothy produced an emergency blanket and handed it to Abi, the only female in the group, an action that surprisingly saddened the Russian for reasons unknown even to him. Together with the elements from SD-5, the task force members moved down the hallway to the membrane covered cavity that contained their tattered clothes. The Nidhogg hadn't exactly been gentle taking their uniforms, and as such Alek's was pretty much torn to pieces. Retrieving his pants and jacket he managed to cover himself to an extent.

"Aliens got ADD and left," Abi explained to SD-5, "Seriously…they just got distracted and all walked away. I’m not really sure what happened." "They communicate telepathically with their Queen," Kamarov added, unsure how much the team knew about the bugs. "Her intentions are rarely known to us."

"How long has it been?" he asked the rescue party, having lost track of him with days of arriving on the prison ship. "Is there more of you? A support cruiser?" He had big hopes for his escape, and couldn't survive to go back into captivity having almost tasted freedom.

< Tag Crew & SD-5 >

OOC: Great to finally be able to use a time stamp

[Ashley "Logan" Kale]

(NPCing Jerry and Pooja while they are on LOA)

1031-1052
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors >> Third Level Staircase

Kale watched Tim as he grinned and said, “Oh yeah, not much that could beat running around in those outfits… Or being mistaken for Olympians when getting back home under fire…” Kale just Grinned and replied "Yeah those are the good old days" Pooja piped up and said “Worse? What could be worse than Olympians?” Kale replied "I have no Idea as those Smelly Olympians are who we have been fighting for the last few years".

“So, any suggestions on left or right when we get out of here?” Kale heard Tim say then Kale replied "Which ever way suits" as this is new territory for him as well as everyone else but it is one enemy that the Asgard had been fighting for a long time, but that is something that the team will find out later.

Kale watched as Tim shrugged and said “Well your guess is as good as mine, Captain…” Then Kale watched as Tim stopped and held his gloved covered hand over a “ridge” in the membranous wall, “Aha! Maybe this is it.”
With a repressed shudder he slowly pressed his fingers through the ridge, feeling it give away one millimeter at a time until he’d finally worked up a hole with both of his hands and could peek out in the surrounding corridor.

“Coast is clear…” Kale heard Tim say to him letting them know that the coast is clear, then Jerry stepped in and said "It's not" Kale understood why Jerry had to stand in or else the discussion about the Olympians will get out of hand. “Pooja and you are with me. We find anything or anyone we give you a single. Now watch let’s watch each other’s back and get out of here in one piece.” Kale heard Jerry say to the team which are just standing around as well as exploring the section of the enemy vessel they have boarded. "Roger that" Kale said and followed Jerry and Pooja up some stairs to the top level of the vessel "Now watch yourselves" Kale reminded the other two once they got off the stairs Kale peeked around the corner and noticed there were bugs everywhere "Damn we need to get past these bugs somehow" Kale said to Jerry then the radio started to go off with Tim's voice on it, saying “5-3 to 5-6. Got five walking and talking friends here. Heading back home. 5-3 out…” Kale quickly reached to it and turned it down so he can just hear it and the bugs aren't alarmed to their presence then Kale watched as Jerry grabbed his radio and said "5-6 to 5-3, That is great news but we need you to get up here as we have found where the bugs are just go up the stairs we went, make sure you get the rescued Team members to the Jumper first though".

Kale along with Pooja and Jerry noticed a vent in the wall near where they are and they decided to wait in there until the rest of the team arrived, so Kale knelt down and checked out the vent, then motioned to the others that it was all clear.

<Tag>

[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1052 - 1053
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors

Cromin and the others with him all converged with some members of SD-5 on the hallway. It seemed that everybody present had plans of their own on what needed to be done. Finally escape from the prison vessel was very close, so close that they could all smell it, but if this was a movie, this would be the time when you worry about something bad happening. As Cromin processed all that was happening, he heard the Lieutenant say “Now with all due respect to any possible superior officers; we need to move out of here. Come on, this way.” Cromin hearing the Lieutenant's response said "Lets's not get chippy Lieutenant, although I am sure glad to see you plus you are right nonetheless, this is not the place to freeze or debate, let's get going, have one of your people take point and by the way, what is your exfil plan, and if you don't mind, can i have your side arm, i think an extra gun will help in this situation."


They all moved along as they headed towards what was obviously their way home. Every step seemed like a step towards all of them being caught or getting home scot free. Every second was unsure as they went along and then turning to Foster he said he motioned to him, waving him to the side. "Lieutenant, lets take the six, let everyone else go before us. I rigged an explosion to go off anytime soon, I suggest we get the heck outta here . . . and please brief me on what is going on. Do you have another team on here because we need to get a couple of missing officers, we may need to maybe kidnap one of them, she's been brainwashed"

<Tag Tim and all>

OOC: Nolen I am not sure if you are with the team, as in ranking officer and all, chain of command, i can always adjust my post.

[Simon "Lanky" Davidson]

1053
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors



They were led back to the chamber where their flight suits had been kept, or the remnants of them, Simon recalled his had ripped off him, they had with such force that they were now a pant and jacket set. The 'jacket' was fine, the problem was the pants were lose fitting at the waist, and as a result when he put them on they fell down again. In a novel solution he ripped both sleeves off and tied them into a rudimentary belt, unfortunately to tie the belt while trying to hold the pants up proved a little difficult, in fact he ended up spinning in circles, in the end he lay on the floor, pulled his pants up and then tied the belt.

"Ok that probably took a little longer than necessary, but i'm ready now lets go" he followed Lt. Foster as he began leading them out, this absolute made sense to Simon as now he only had the clothes on his back, if they regrouped with SD-5 they hopefully would be given some proper clothes and some extra gear to help get the remaining shipmates out.

As they walked on Simon actually began to wonder if he was up for combat, he recalled he had frozen up a number of times during their escape. He was in a world off his own at this point, up until the ship shook and their was a large rumble, "That's going to get their attention, we need to move along rather quickly, before we get caught again."

He then started jogging along as went, relying on SD-5 to point him in the right direction, he really didn't want to get caught again.

<tag anyone>

[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1055
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors

"5-6 to 5-3, That is great news but we need you to get up here as we have found where the bugs are just go up the stairs we went, make sure you get the rescued Team members to the Jumper first though".

Tim reached for his radio, “Copy that 5-6, we’re on our way. 5-3 out.”

“Aliens got ADD and left. Seriously…they just got distracted and all walked away. I’m not really sure what happened.”

“Oh…” was all Tim could come up with as a reply, darn it was difficult to think straight at this point. The heat, the humidity … the heat…

"They communicate telepathically with their Queen," Kamarov added, unsure how much the team knew about the bugs. "Her intentions are rarely known to us."

He took a deeper breath through his mouth in an attempt to not try and feel the smell and got his bearings again, “Let’s just it wasn’t our arrival, then we’ll really be up to our necks in…”
He snapped his mouth shut and focused down on his data pad, “Next right and then right again...."
Tim shot Abi a fast glance, “Then you’ll get your clothes back.”

"How long has it been? Is there more of you? A support cruiser?"

Tim looked at the man, not that he was a linguist, but after having grown up with a dad who loved the old “James Bond”-movies, the dialect was kind of hard to miss, ‘Definitely eastern Europe…’
He thought for a second before answering, not wanting to reveal too much yet, “You’ve been missing for about five months. I guess that it must have felt longer though, but it wasn’t until just a few weeks ago that we finally got a lead on where this ship, and you, was located, and yes, there are more of us.”
Tim grimaced, keeping people out of the loop was never fun, “But I’m afraid that is all I can tell you for now. I’m sorry…”

"Lets's not get chippy Lieutenant, although I am sure glad to see you plus you are right nonetheless, this is not the place to freeze or debate, let's get going, have one of your people take point and by the way, what is your exfil plan, and if you don't mind, can i have your side arm, i think an extra gun will help in this situation. Lieutenant, lets take the six, let everyone else go before us.”

Tim gave the Captain a blank look, revealing nothing of his thoughts, something he’d become very good at in his early years as a Private, ‘Didn’t I just say so?’ and replied in a neutral tone while handing him his M9, “Yes sir…” before focusing back forward, about to move on only to be addressed again.

“I rigged an explosion to go off anytime soon, I suggest we get the heck outta here . . . and please brief me on what is going on. Do you have another team on here because we need to get a couple of missing officers, we may need to maybe kidnap one of them, she's been brainwashed"

He was about to shout, ‘You did what!!’ superior officer or not, when the whole ship shuddered and he put a hand on one of the walls to steady himself.

"That's going to get their attention, we need to move along rather quickly, before we get caught again."

Tim gave Davidson a nod “I’m not going to argue about that” and then shouted to Kendra in the lead, “MOVE IT! We’re about to get company! Jumper! NOW!”
As they begun to run along the last corridors as Tim clicked his radio, “5-3 to SD5. I don’t know if you felt that, but I’m afraid our cover has been blown, over”
He shot a look over his shoulder and mumbled, “Why can’t we have just one mission go smoothly?”

< tag all >

((OOC: Getting caught or not? Next poster? ))

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

1055
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors

The Russians heart sank when Tim informed them of just how long they'd been captives of the bugs. "You’ve been missing for about five months. I guess that it must have felt longer though, but it wasn’t until just a few weeks ago that we finally got a lead on where this ship, and you, was located, and yes, there are more of us." He wanted to stop to Lieutenant, to shake him hard and make sure that he had the dates wrong, but deep down Kamarov knew they'd been gone for a hell of a long time. Still, he'd lost almost half a year of his life to these bugs, and felt his anger building.

There was a brief challenge of command between the Lieutenant and Robert, though Alek stayed out. Tim appeared to have a more advanced knowledge of what was going on, including the general rescue plan, and Alek hoped that wouldn't be pushed aside simply due to his rank. Beside, he was quite old for a Second Lieutenant, it was possible he'd been enlisted prior to becoming an officer. Alek preferred NCO's-turned-officers any day of the week, they knew what was going on for the everyday man.

Moving down the hallway, now feeling a little more safe and closer to freedom, the group came past a view port. Outside was the usual view of the depths of space, but something caught the Russians eye. He pulled up and walked back down the hallway to study the window. Someone yelled out for him to catch up, but he stood still, staring out into space.

"I think you may want to see this," he exclaimed.

< Tag Crew & SD-5 >