Legacy of the Asgard

[Samarra Blackwell]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Holding Chamber
Unknown Time

The membrane walls that contained the goo-filled aquarium and the humans within separated, spilling all the contents of the holding tanks onto the floors, at the feet of the Nidhogg sentries…and their leader. Many who felt this freedom feeble attempted to flee out of primal fear. Others, including Samarra, simply laid there, naked and volatile, unmoving. The only reaction that came from her was a wince in pain as one of the guards grabbed her by the back of her neck, cutting into her skin with it’s sharp hands and ripping the rebreather out of her mouth. With a thunk, she fell back to the floor, coughing and taking in the cold air around her. The most movement that came from her were involuntary shivers from being cold, wet, and naked.

"I want you take them to their duties for the day, but double their work load. If any one of them beg for a break, bring them to me,” the leader said. That voice. It caught Samarra’s attention, causing her to use enough effort to lift her head, trying to find the source. After a moment, her eyes finally focused and she recognized her dear friend, Des. Standing before her…and ordering the Nidhogg, who responded promptly by grabbing the few other naked Task Force members and dragging them out of the room. Clawing hand grabbed her by her neck once again, as well as by her arms, cutting into her flesh.

"Leave the tall brunette with the short hair. I want to give her work for the day personally." For the first time in days, an emotion filled the emptiness that took control of her. Fear. This was not Destiny Andre, Captain of the US Air Force, F-302 Pilot aboard the USS Aeneid. This was not Des, her closest friend, both on duty and off. No…something was wrong. As the sentries brought Marra before her, she tried to look into the face she recognized…but saw no one she knew.

"You, my dear, look at like crap.” Those words could have easily been Des’s, but she did not trust them. Her face impulsively tried to create a scowl, though there was no telling if she had succeeded. The Nidhogg had pushed toxins into her system, causing muscle deterrioration, weakening one of the strongest fighters out of the captives, the one that had given them the hardest time. Just feeling the burn of the poison through her body and her daily weakening was enough to drive the woman mad. But, to have this person, this…thing rub that in her face, it angered her. Another emotion she had not felt in a long time. The crooning of the imposter only fueled it more. Looks like you've been going through hell. I'm so sorry for the guards. They can be rough, so I will make it easy on you. Either you give me the information my Queen wishes, or better yet, surrender allegiance to us, and I promise you, you will live.”

Marra said nothing. Partially because she had yet to control what little muscle movement she had left, and she wasn’t sure that the things she had in mind were in her best interest. As she gazed at the woman, she felt her body be pushed down into a chair as she continued. "Don't, and we'll see how much you value your teeth after we are done here. So what will it be my dear?”

For a moment, she almost regained her speech, starting out as an illegible cough. But, before she could rasp out a good, hearty ‘Frak you’, skipping the usual name-rank-serial number schpeel, the anti-Des added, “Oh and also if you don't agree, well let's just say I have a little surprise for your friends when they come back."

Marra froze, her chest tightening. For a moment, she almost considered enduring the torture. Her body and mind, frayed and frenzied by the thought of more pain and the limited amount that she could endure anymore almost begged her to surrender fully and unquestionably. However, when risking the well-being of her teammates, she held her tongue. Again, she considered it. Many, if not most, of the remaining captives were military. They had been taught to endure torture until death…or be seen as a traitor to their country, or I this case, their planet. They might survive this. But, there was one who she knew was their weakest, if not most cared after, link in the chain: Abi. And the worst part was…Des knew it.

Chest heaving, Marra’s eyes fell from her captor’s face to the floor, racing along with the rusty gears in her mind. She had to think of something. Anything! Buy time..as much time as possible, her inner voice advised. Softly, and slightly slurred from lack of use, she spoke.

“Wha…what do you…want…to know?”

[Simon "Lanky" Davidson]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Holding Chamber
Unknown Time

AS he waited for her faltering reply, Simon's question triggered a memory of his own, hills green-brown hills crossed with lines grey skirted with patches of blue, and with it came a brief sense of calmness, this was home for him.

Cpt Blackwell's reply when it came provided another moment of relefe, each one of them were still clinging to a remnant of humanity, it may be buried now beneath layers upon layers of pain and hardship, but it was still there, they just had to make each other remember until help came if it ever would.

The pleading look finally registered with Simon, she wanted, no she needed a reply. He bobbed his head up and down and slowly moved his left hand in to thumbs up, catching hold of her wrist with the other, due to the effort of moving in the goo and the fact that simple communication was becoming difficult to comprehend, that was all he could manage. Simon just hoped that it translated as a conformation for what Cpt.Blackwell had just replayed.

He tried closing his eyes to see if he could get some rest, but as he did images began creeping in horrible images of past events that he'd rather forget but they were there ever time he closed his eyes, he opened them again in the hope the images would depart, but they were still creeping in only a concentrated effort forced the memory of the hillside to the fore.

Then a change in the lighting registered he glanced upwards, the top of the cell was open. Simon desperately hoped he'd be left alone, he was still feeling worn out from the last session. He looked back at Cpt Blackwell and srugged,at least he tried to, that resigned feeling was taking hold. then he felt himself being being yanked out by an unknown force. He tried to move away, feeling the rebreather strain he hoped for a second it would come out the goo would fill his lungs and he would have an end to this endless cycle of events, it was no use though he let go and his head soon broke the goo, here we go again he thought to himself.

He lay there for a moment then started up as if to run, he was grabbed by a Niddhog and the rebreather yanked from him. then came the cold, wet, naked, sensation. Something else he oddly clung to as a reminder of who and what he was. Then came a familiar face, a pilot he barely knew that had been separated form them since they'd arrived, as she circled the group it became clear that, they'd changed her she was no longer one of them for whatever reason, this was a turn for the worse, when he saw cpt Blackwell being separated and taken, all the hope of a few moments before seemed to shatter.

As they were led of for work detail Simon just walked, following the person in front, the raking shoves of the guards barely register, he was now deep in a resigned state all he wanted to do was get the work done and be put back in the goo hopefully with everyone else.

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[Nolen "Dragon" Syaira]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Holding Chamber
Unknown Time

Nolen awoke from the blackness with a startle as if coming back from the dead, and in a way he was. Bubbles came out of the re breather as he tried to scream in pain. But no noise made it out. Nolen's eyes shot open awake from the terror of what he just hoped was a dream. No such chance though as he realized where he was. His eyes and hands dropped to his abdomen where another scar was. Nolen swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He tried to remember what had happened just like the other times he had awoken in this place. Unlike many of the fresh crew Nolen was one of the previous guests and was also the one who lead the escape. It was no wonder the bugs were taking it harder on him than the others...

Flashback

"Nolensy'Aira you are what did you call us, Oh yes a pest I believe" the queen said through Nolen's thoughts as he was held there limp from the beating they had been giving him. "Hmm well I did cost you a few ships and , Ummm bugs men. Anyway Sin, Lets talk about the weather, Oh I forgot we are in space." Nolen thought with a smile on his face. "YOU have not even felt the pain we can inflict on your body you pathetic human, You may resist now but you will fall to me" she said then turned away and walked out of the room. "Afraid to do it yourself then Sin, you Cowar...." Nolen stopped as a new sensation filled his thoughts. Intense pain took over his body as he looked down, a small hole was there were once his bellybutton was. The wound was spurting blood everywhere . Blackness took over him as the bugs dragged him away.

End of Flashback

Nolen sighted the others but before he could head towards them he was dragged out again. Nolen readied himself for more torture.

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[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1001
Cloaked Jumper
30 minutes away from Nidhogg Prison Vessel


Seated behind the co-pilot’s seat, Tim looked up from the tablet in his lap where he’d been studying what little they knew about these “Nidhogg” vessels when their new Sarge spoke up. ’30 minutes and counting…’
It was inevitable not to be nervous before a mission like this, but in the same time it felt good to be back with the team. Good to be back after a few more months of training, after having passed officers training school.

Tim chuckled at him self; over the last couple of days since his return to SGC and Delta, he’d almost bit his tongue off when being addressed as ‘Sir!’ and not glare back while replying ‘I work for a living you now!’
Old habits really did die hard…

He shot a look towards the back of the Jumper and grunted under his breath, then took a deep breath and returned to his reading.
The closeness between their CO and civvie member just didn’t sit very well with him. Who the heck had let Dr Rai, correction *Dr Garcia, ‘Man that sounded just so wrong…’ in to the team was beyond his comprehension... Or maybe it had something to do with the all too convenient 'Need to know...'

Tim flipped through the pages on the tablet, bringing up pictures and medical files of the missing expedition members.
They were so many and so much time had passed since they went missing, how many would they find on board the ship? What would their condition be like?
He’d dealt with the retrieval of POW before, but then again that had been back on Earth, not in some alien galaxy…

The rustle of someone entering the cock pit, made him look up and he nodded and threw off a grin towards Ash, “Captain, how nice to see you’re awake…”
The mocking tone he used wasn’t one you used towards a ranking officer, but their friendship went way back and after what they’ve been through together he knew Ash wouldn’t mind.
He grew more serious though when he noticed his way of moving, “How are doing? Body still growing stiff on you?”

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[Aleksandr Kamarov]

OOC: Wow, I was going to have us do hard labor but you beat me too it Hayley! You mind reading again? >>

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Holding Chamber
Unknown Time

Along with the rest of the crew members, Aleksandr was emptied from the tank and led off to do hard labor. The work seemed to consist of the crew carrying overtly heavy objects around the ship, being following and snipped at by the razor sharp claws of their Nidhogg wardens. They never seemed to have an actual destination for the goods, and while the corridors all did look the same Alek was sure they were just being marched around in circles! Admittedly the Russian did have to give it to the bugs, the pointless hard labor was draining, both physically and mentally.

Being drained meant resisting questioning was more of a challenge. As he was training, weeks are week Alek was marched in to repeat his name, rank and serial number to his interrogators, whose mental mind probes had driven him half insane. The bugs had tried everything to break his spirits, and had damn near succeeded a number of times. It was only the thought of seeing his teams mates again that keep Kamarov's mouth shut. If he spoke they'd have no further use for him, and he had no doubt the bugs would throw him out the nearest airlock the moment they got what they wanted from him.

The Nidhogg had a new weapon though; Des. Formerly Captain Andre, distinguished and respected fighter pilot aboard the Icarus and Aeneid, the Queen of the vessel had twisted Des' mind to make a loyal and mindless drone. Alek was looking forward to the day he had to sit down and have a nice 'chat' with her; she knew things about humans that could easily be used to break him.

Picking up the heavy load, Alek began to march down the hallway under directions from the guards. He approached one of his team mates, also struggling under their load. "Fancy seeing you here," he said in a low voice, finding speaking again to be a weird sensation. "Out for nice Sunday walk?"

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[Simon "Lanky" Davidson]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Holding Chamber
Unknown Time



Staggering under the heavy load as a guard lashed out at his legs, it seemed the captors had long memory's particularly of his performance back in the lab, maybe it was the same creature paying him back a hundredfold, as this was not the first time he'd been punished in that way.

Flashback


He'd only been confined a short while, a week maybe two, when he was separated from the rest in the middle of hard labor. Brought in to a bare room by a sole guard who was carrying a heavy object, the room was sealed, he was made to stand in the center.

With both arms above his head the object was placed in his hands, he took the weight initially then the bug started lashing at his legs just above and below the knee, each time he did so it seem to be with more force, the weight of the object became intolerable, finally he was caught on the back of the knee. He fell to his knees the object slamming to the floor in front of him.

Made to rise, this was repeated again and again and again, until he blacked out.


End

He straighten up and tried to walking purposefully so as to shake of this memory the he heard a voice to the side, it took a moment for him to register who it was, Kamarov the Russian tech, and a bit longer for the meaning of his words to sink in "Yeah.....must be it.....Don't really go anywhere do we on this walk.......I like walking green hills......like home....You?" he mentioned that place again, only because it helped him and he hoped it would help others. The talking falters as a guard came near and moved away Simon waited on his reply.

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[Abi Ely]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors
Unknown Time

With a deep breath, Abi focused on the movement of her legs. She wasn’t going to fall down, dammit. If she did – most likely she’d be dragged off for more torture. Even if hard labor was…hard labor, it was still better then being tortured. That had to go at the top of her list of unpleasant things. First was not being able to sleep when really tired. Second was torture. Yeah. Second. Torture was painful, yes, but it was less frustrating then your body needing to do something – yet the mind refusing to give in.

Tightening her jaw, she heard muted voices of people around her. Sure – they could quietly talk if they managed to avoid speaking in front of the creature-things, but Abi hadn’t. Her spirit was broken. Naked, hungry as hell, and voiceless. She was definitely at a low. Sure – the aliens were keeping the crew alive [or she figured] by those damn rebreathers. Maybe they converted the goo into nutrients? But hell – that didn’t replace food. She wanted meat, dammit. A cheeseburger. Oh my God. With…with fries. Ohh. Myy. Goddd. And…and a milkshake.

Abi shook her head slightly, forcing the food images and flavors away from the forefront of her mind – her stomach audibly grumbling in response. Her brows nearly touched in her frustration – a hand patting her stomach slightly. Labor…labor. She really didn’t want to do any labor. How about a nap? Or food? Or about letting them go home now?

Ha…hahahaha…
Hilarious.

She was vaguely aware of the people talking around her. Her dark blue eyes refocused to reality, causing her to glance around. It was time for her to lift. She didn’t want to lift. A hiss came over her shoulder, causing her arms to automatically clutch the smaller object. To be quite honest, she wasn’t sure what she was holding, where they were going, or when it would be over.

Two voices danced around her mind. They were so familiar. Voice. Speech. Talk. She could do that. But she didn’t. She hadn’t spoken since they had gotten here. But they were. Were they allowed to speak? Her previously and nearly constantly, glazed over eyes focused into reality – actually fully. For the first time since she had been broken, Abi looked around. Creepy aliens everywhere. Naked crew – still slightly amusing. Heavy alien-looking thing in her arms. And…Alek and Simon. Still naked. Still slightly amusing.

"Fancy seeing you here," Alek spoke to Simon, "Out for nice Sunday walk?"
A smile brushed Abi’s lips, feeling weird and awkward. She hadn’t smiled in so long. The muscles around her mouth weren’t used to this movement.
"Yeah.....must be it.....Don't really go anywhere do we on this walk.......I like walking green hills......like home....You?"
“Kind of like walking on a treadmill,” Abi added to the conversation – her voice sounding dry and harsh. It hurt to speak. English. What about…
“<Speaking feels weird,>” she whispered, testing her language knowledge. It was all so weird.

At least she still knew she could speak.

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[OOC: Hehehe. Yes, Jay, yes I am. 0=D >.> :BIC]

[Pooja Garcia]

((NPCing Fiancé aka Jerry Garcia ))

1001
Cloaked Jumper
30 minutes away from Nidhogg Prison Vessel

Feeling Pooja’s head touch his shoulder, he gave a soft chuckle and held her hand gently when their fingers interloped. He could actually notice the nervousness coming from her. Giving her assuring squeeze that told her won’t let anything happen to her. Jerry looked at his team, one by one. Kale was still his XO since Kim was on maternity leave following her daughter‘s birth. His goddaughter was a cute two months old. Since she had her father and him twisted around her little finger it was a little hard to leave her back on Earth. But he had a job to get done. Task Force’s location had been relieved not long ago and Kepler assigned his team to bring them back. So he had requested to have Pooja on his team till such time Kim was able to return.

Foster, was quietly reading. Sergeant Cyrus O’Connell, had replaced his other sniper Helto. He knew Niko had taken time off to play bodyguard to Kim and Geri, for that he was glad that someone had her back from her team when he couldn’t. Kendra had returned after short time off since Delta took a break. Most of his time had been spend with Pooja and later with his niece. That was of course in between making wedding plans.

His train of thought was cut by O’Connell speaking, "Commander Garcia we're now thirty minutes away from the Nidhogg Prison Vessel sir."

Jerry looked at Cyrus, “Thank you sergeant, please let us know when we are ten minutes away.” Facing his team, “On arrival securing the entrance is our first priority, without it we lose our ticket home. After that we move in and get the Task Force personnel’s out as fast as we can.”

Shifting she looked Jerry, “and make out alive as well,” she added without a pause. “I’m certain after this I’ll have nightmares for the next three months.”

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[Ashley "Logan" Kale]

1001-1006
Cloaked Jumper
30-25 minutes away from Nidhogg Prison Vessel

“Captain, how nice to see you’re awake…” Kale heard Tim say to him grinning "Yeah I had a good snooze Tim, just what I needed." Kale said smiling then Tim turned from a grinning Cheshire Cat to a serious doctor then Kale heard Tim ask “How are doing? Body still growing stiff on you?” Kale knew that Tim was worried about his team member, good friend and now XO "I am slowly getting there Tim" Kale said then added a reply to Tim's second question "Yeah I am doing ok I guess but I know that I still have a long way to go before I fully recover." Kale paused for a little then continued "yes I am getting stiff every now as well as the occasional leg twitch every now and then and the odd time my leg gives way." Kale told Tim the honest truth as Tim is his mate.

Kale had one question on his mind for Tim but is unsure when would be a good time and place to ask his question then Jerry answered O'Connell's question which interrupted his thinking “Thank you sergeant, please let us know when we are ten minutes away.” Then Kale watched Jerry turn torwards SD-5 and then said, “On arrival securing the entrance is our first priority, without it we lose our ticket home. After that we move in and get the Task Force personnel’s out as fast as we can.” Kale smiled at the plan and then added "Now we have to be careful as well seeing as we have no ideas on what this enemy is capable of and is unlike any other enemy we have encounted before" Kale finished speaking and then thought to himself "Damn I hope we have more luck getting this new enemy then we are with the Ori".

Kale went to head back to his seat and then he started to get a pain in his left leg so he said "Tim my leg, could you please help me" Then his leg just collapsed from under him and he fell to the floor. "Darn it I hate it when this happens" Kale thought to himself as this is not the only time this has happened and that is twice before in the last four months.

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[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Holding Chamber
Unknown Time

Renita just smirked at the way this young woman trembled. The power that was held in fear was truly something to be in awe about. The way people coward at your very presence. Look of shock and horror just seeing her face sent untold power coursing through her veins. What the female didn't know is the look of shock and horror was not all out of fear. It was because she use to be someone else; someone would would never think of harming the people closest to her. Never in a million years would the real Des be doing, saying, or even thinking what was swarming around in that mind. It was all methods that Queen used to break down this crew. It was a just ploy to get what she wanted. As much as Renita believed the Queen valued this young woman's life, she was completely wrong.

The Queen didn't care, not one bit. If the crew did manage to escape, there was a nasty little surprise waiting for them all, in the form of Des. What no one knew, except the Queen herself. If the pilot ever tried to escape from the Nidhogg, she would most likely die. This brunette's life source was soully dependent on the Queen. If anything happened to the Queen that wasn't a natural death, Destiny Andre would most likely die. It was a plan to get exactly what she wanted; information, and any other knowledge, that would aide in taking down the Ida Galaxy. It was evident these humans were one of the closest allies to the Asgard. Breaking down these worthless beings, gathering all their valuable information, and the Nidhogg would be one step closer to reaching their goal; total domination of the Ida Galaxy.

Hearing the door open back up, Renita whirled her head around, listening to the shouts of another prisoner. The woman started to open her mouth, ready to snap out a command to the brainless guards, but stopped. Who was this captain? This Des, he was talking about? She was Renita; loyal and trusted servant of the Queen. Native to the Delian Galaxy, saved by this crew. She was not this Des, this captain that this worthless male human talked about, but if she wasn't that, why did it make this brunette stop and stare? Why did it bring up a hesitance that never had surfaced before? Why did there seem to be an air of familiarity here?

With a shake of the head, Renita's face harden once again. "Take him with the others!" she shouted out of pure anger. Sometimes those guards could be so retarded she could just torture them instead. As the guards finally pulled the young man from the room, the brunette turned back to Samarra. "Now that the interruption is out of the way," she said twirling the pliers around the fingers, walking around the chair, "Let's start with what's the current strength of earth's forces in Ida?" The Queen needed to know what exactly they were up against. If there was more of these creatures around, they needed to know to prepare if there was going to be any kind of battle. They needed to know how strong the humans were in order to really plan accordingly.

Renita continued to walk around the chair, waiting for Samarra to answer, though something in the back of her mind said that the other brunette wouldn't speak up. While waiting, the female thought about to what the young man earlier shouted about. Who was this Des? Why did he think that she was that woman? Her name was Renita, always had been since the day she was born. The Queen told her it meant rebel and that it was time to live up to the potential of that name. Just thinking about all the young man said angered Renita. Walking over to the case, the female laid down the pliers, before picking up some nails. There was no time to wait around for answers that the prisoner was not going to offer. There was no easy way out of this, and this young woman needed a release of this anger.

"When you see that young man again, you might want to thank him for this," she stated with a dark smirk, before grabbing one of Samarra's wrist and pinning it down. Pulling out a nail, Renita aligned it up with a finger and pushed the nail up under one of Samarra's finger nails. The female eat up the screaming, soaking it in, letting it fill her with an energy she never had before. Pulling out another nail, the young woman repeated the same gesture as before, releasing and then taking a step back. "Give me the information I seek or ALL your fingers and toes will suffer the same consequence," she snapped eyes darkening by the minute. This wasn't a game anymore to Renita, nor was it any joke. She was going to get the information out of this prisoner one way or another. There was so many different ways to squeeze out the information, like squeezing out a sponge from the last bit of water you could possibly get. She would stand there till either it was presented or the prisoner died. If the prisoner died, she would then move on to another; doing the same till someone talked. If she didn't kill this one, then at least make it so life was so unbearable, they all would want to die. If only they knew that once the Queen got what they wanted, they all would be treated a bit better than this. Humans were sometimes too stubborn for their own good.

"No? Still not going to talk? Fine then," she hissed snapping her fingers, only to have another guard reenter. The bug hurried in, bowing his head to Renita. "Get me something to drink and our prisoner as well, but get her a special kind of drink. She looks parched and deserves a reward for her efforts," she said with a dark gleam in her eye. The Nidhogg tilted his head in confusion. "Special kind my lady?" he asked so just only she could hear. Renita nodded. "Gather together the urine of all the prisoners and place it in the finest glass you can, then bring it to me," she replied back through her mind, gift learned through being the Nidhogg's mind slave. The guard nodded, flying out of the room as Renita turned back to Samarra. Walking over to the young woman, she yanked the nails from her fingers, watching as blood seeped from the wounds. "Sit there for a moment, the worse is still to come," she chuckled turning back to the case. Renita smirked, setting down the blood covered nails, cracking her neck. God she loved this job.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Laboratory
Unknown Time

Captain Cromin had been dragged into a Lab since the tank room was being used by Captain Andre. He still could not believe what his eyes was seeing but from what he could deduce, it was clear that something very wrong was going on. He was thrown against a wall and he dropped down to the floor. Having been beaten and tested on, his body was exhausted but his mind had just been rejuvenated by what he saw. His eyes were on fire because all he wanted to do at this time was not only break out of wherever they were but he wanted to destroy it.

The Nidhogg had gotten themselves some sort of translation device that translated their thoughts into their computers and the computers into english words. After several months of rersearch they could now finally communicate with Cromin, although they couldn't get into his head. One of the Nidhogg brutes turning to Cromin said through his computer: "You are the one who shot at me when I came through the door. I also remember you from long ago, your people destroyed our ships. How fortunate for us that we have you here. I am your security detail, I look forward to finally breaking your spirit or whatever's left of it."

The Captain who was on the floor struggled to stand on his feet wondering who was talking to him. finally he realized that the voice was coming out from the speakers by the computer console in the lab; holding his ribs which were broken from all the brusing he had received. He turned to the Brute who was talking to him and said "I dare you to kill me, oh . . ." he laughed "you can't. You wanna know why, it is because you are a big, pathetic, good for nothing, spineless, and weak life form . . . and I promise you, I will kill you before I leave. You are marked for death, loser!"

. . . and with that the Brute ran towards Cromin like a defensive tackle trying to take down a quarterback. Cromin was ran into the wall and he dropped down like a sack of potatoes and began to slowly black out. He heared voices and then he passed out.

The Nidhogg Brute apparently worried about a serious reprimand from their Queen quickly got one of the scientist in the Lab to revive Cromin. He was placed on a table and he was immediately injected with an adrenaline - like substance in his heart. He was then shocked seriously to start his heart. He woke up barely breathing but the Scientist turning to the Brute said "we have to inject him with Hidirum X, that's the only way he will survive after all that we have put him through. Hidirum X is an accelerant, it accelerates the healing process of the body while extremely strengthening the muscles. He will become addicted to it and the only way he will get off it is if he is slowly weaned off it. But I have to warn you though, he will become strong, very, very strong while he is on it he will most likely become very aggressive hence constituting more of a problem for you than any one of the rest. Do you want me to do this, is this an order?" the scientist asked the Brute. "Yes, do it now. We can handle whatever threat he may constitute" With that he was injected with the Hiridrium X substance.

Cromin in some form heard what he thought was the conversation between both the Nidhogg scientist and the brute's conversation. He was very confused he wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or the drug and shock therapy given to him had allowed him to hear their thoughs for a brief period. He wasn't sure what was what anymore. His head was pounding, his heart was racing from the First injection and then the second one was injected into it, he felt like his heart wanted to burst. He started to shake erratically before he finally passed out from the combination of both drugs. Cromin lay there unconscious, he was alive but something was happening in his body. His heart was pumping the Hiridrium X to every part of his body and the acceleration and strengthening was taking place. Neither him nor the Brutes knew what was going to happen. The next chapter of this incident was going to unfold sooner than they all expected.

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[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1007
Cloaked Jumper
23 minutes away from Nidhogg Prison Vessel

Tim shoved the tablet in the compartment next to him, grabbed Ash by the back of his tack vest and steadied him to the chair opposite him, growling, “What the heck happened? Do you seriously mean you’re leg is still bothering you like this?”

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With a sigh he knelt down on the floor in front of Ash and made a fast exam of the leg through the fabric of the pants. Some prodding-poking-manipulating around the knee area later, Tim looked up at Ash and hissed, “Who the h3ll did you bribe to get on this mission with a knee like this? Please don’t tell me you’ve been flirting with that blond nurse again?

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Tim sighed and sat back on his heels, letting his back rest against the side of the chair then shook his head, “You know I outrank anyone in here when it comes to medical business…You really are crazy… But out of old friendship I’ll give you a chance to explain before I go tell Garcia you might be a liability to this whole mission…”

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He shot a fast look towards their pilot and new sergeant, hoping he didn’t hear this, or at least knew when to keep quiet.

Tim looked at Garcia, ‘Fast in and get the people out, poof away, yeah sounds like a plan,’ then with a grin-snort he leaned back in the chair once again adding for himself, ‘Doubt it’ll be that easy though, it never is…’

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[Ashley "Logan" Kale]

1007
Cloaked Jumper
23 minutes away from Nidhogg Prison Vessel

Kale felt a hand grabbing him at the back of his Tac vest, as he fell towards the floor of the jumper he looked around and saw that it was Tim who didn't look so happy with him and was growling at him as he said “What the heck happened? Do you seriously mean you’re leg is still bothering you like this?” Kale in pain and shock said "I have no idea on what happened I was just returning to my seat and then I felt a pain then I started to fall to the floor.." Kale paused for a second then he answered the next part to the question "No Tim, it hasn't happened in months and the Doctors said that I shouldn't have have any problems with it." The look on his face said it all as it was the truth.

Kale heard Tim continue with his questions “Who the h3ll did you bribe to get on this mission with a knee like this? Please don’t tell me you’ve been flirting with that blond nurse again? Kale thought for a second then said "I didn't bribe anyone Honest I was told that the chances of this happening again is pretty slim if you don't believe me you can check out my records" Kale grinned sheepishly and then replied in a quiet voice so no one would overhear "So you noticed eh? I thought I was discreet about the whole thing, but that wasn't anything to do with the leg issue and she started it." This was the honest truth that is why he was so quiet when he answered that last question seeing as it was embarrassing to him getting asked that question.

Kale noticed Tim sigh than lean back on his chair and then said "You know I outrank anyone in here when it comes to medical business…You really are crazy… But out of old friendship I’ll give you a chance to explain before I go tell Garcia you might be a liability to this whole mission…” Kale knew that he wasn't a liability to the mission seeing as he has been though worse than this and survived but he had to explain it to Tim somehow. It then dawned on him so Kale said to Tim "I know that you outrank everyone including our Commanding Officer if there is a medical problem Tim, but may I just ask you have I ever been a liability to any mission that we have been on, I might become unstable at times due to my past experiences as as POW but I do my best to help out the team and is willing to risk my life for the rest of the team or even the expedition if needed" Kale felt like a weight was lifted off his chest as he said it as that is one thing that he has not shared with anyone, Kale trusted Tim and SD-5 with his life.

‘Doubt it’ll be that easy though, it never is…’ Kale heard Tim say to Jerry and nodded in agreement as this team has basically been one of the teams with bad luck on it's side all the time but deep down Kale has a good feeling about this mission and hopefully breaking the bad luck that this team has been experiencing.

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[Simon "Lanky" Davidson]

Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridors
Unknown Time

Abi's 'walking on a treadmill' comment raised the level of hope that was beginning to rise inside Andrew. They were communicating, trading short lines, it wasn't much but it was keeping them together, keeping their humanity alive. Simon wanted to reply to keep this going. He dredged through his mind for a response. One came "Walking treadmills with weights we're all going to be.......er.....in shape."

But just as things seemed to be looking up, they were crushed back down, they pushed it too far, a sharp constant ringing started pulsing in his head. He tried to speak, his mouth opened, moved around, but nothing came out, eventually it seemed to override everything.

His legs seemed to shake beneath him, he closed his eyes trying to block it out, but nothing seemed to work, he open them glancing left right at Abi and Alek, they seem to be going through the same thing. They were suffering together, this whole episode, confinement, whatever the Niddhog called it, may have been intended to brake them. But as far as Simon could tell they seem to be holding together.

The ringing stopped as suddenly as it started, then came a warning the usual speile, 'we see all, you can't escape from us, you will serve and obey use for the rest of your natural lives.' simon trudged on the moments prior to this had given him hope, 'just hold on a little longer.' was all he told himself.

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[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1009
Cloaked Jumper
21 minutes away from Nidhogg Prison Vessel

"No Tim, it hasn't happened in months and the Doctors said that I shouldn't have any problems with it."
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Tim gave Ash a scrutinizing look and then finally nodded, “Alright, I believe you… Still doesn’t mean I won’t be checking up who authorized you to be back on full active duty when we get back home to have a serious discussion with said person…”
He straightened up and sat in the chair opposite Ash with a grimace, “…and if our CO asks, I’m afraid I’m going to have to tell him about what happened. Last time I disobeyed a direct order due to doctor-patient confidentiality I got away with only some extra time in the infirmary under O’Malley’s eyes, I doubt I’d be as lucky a second time.”

"I didn't bribe anyone Honest I was told that the chances of this happening again is pretty slim if you don't believe me you can check out my records. So you noticed eh? I thought I was discreet about the whole thing, but that wasn't anything to do with the leg issue and she started it."

Tim grabbed his tablet “You forget that we’ve been working together for quite some time now.”
He leaned over towards Ash, sniffed in the air and then winked, “You changed your after shave…” and then leaned back in his chair with a content smile, playing oblivious to the environment.

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