Legacy of the Asgard

[Pooja Garcia]

((NPCing Jerry Garcia))

1105 -1110
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridor -- > Puddle Jumper

Too many things happened at once for Jerry to keep a track off. Foster was helping Andre’s lifeless body into the Jumper, Ori were battling Nidhogg’s and them. He took a risk of giving Pooja a quick glance who was still next to him but pale. Hearing the gun shot’s he did the only thing, he lowered his weapon grabbed Pooja by the waist and dived on the floor, holding her till shots stopped ringing.

Watching firsthand what the Ori were capable of, Pooja paled and inched even more closer to Jerry, She didn’t know how long it had passed before she had the wind knocked out of her and gun fire ringing in her ears, feeling Jerry’s arms, she trembled as she buried her face in the curve of his neck and a semi long war went on before them. Waiting for the onslaught of the shaking to pass, she heard Tim call out to move. Looking at Jerry and seeing him unharmed, she sighed as they both got to their feet before breaking into a run. Ahead of them Jerry noted Kale aiding Blackwell towards the jumper and disappearing into the space vehicle.

He was right behind her pausing few times to keep firing and moving. Watching her slip from her run, he helped her back to her feet, “Come on,” he encouraged helping them both to the jumper, before stopping to fire again while she jumped in and then followed, immediately sending orders flying, “Get the other jumper online.”

“Way out is blocked. In short we are stuck.” The respond came before it was asked for. Garcia would feel the heaviness in the air. He could feel all eyes on him looking for answers. Since he had none he kept quiet.

Falling next to Honey, Pooja took a moment to catch her breath all while listening to her fiancé take charge. The response they got was not the one they needed, gazing at him she wonder what he would do but got her feet and moved towards him as the realizing of what was to happen struck, she shook her head at him after reading his eyes, “No,” she wasn’t going let him step of this jumper without her, taking his hand, “you gave Kim your word, that you won’t do this to your goddaughter. You won’t do this to me. Not when we are…” she trailed off when she dissolved into his embrace. Allowing the fear of what might happen, flow through her.

“Like you will let me off this jumper without you.” He tried to get her to calm down knowing what was running through her head. Losing him wasn’t up for option. Inhaling deeply, “If anyone got any ideas fire them now.”

<<Tag All>>

((Don’t hurt me for listening to the two Garcia muses. ))

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

1110
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Puddle Jumper

Having grabbed Des and Samarra and left the bugs to deal with the Ori troops who were invading their vessel the members of SD-5 and the Aeneid crew had been able to make their way to the jumper that would carry them to safety. Weapons fire from the back of the group suggested members of either faction were still trying to recapture them, but right know all Alek did was run to jumper, ensuring Abi didn't get left behind. They all pilled into the small shuttle craft and just as Alek was about to strap in he heard Robert announce the hanger bay doors weren't opening.

Moving to the front of the vessel the Russian rose from his chair and darted out of the vessel to the other side of the hanger bay, taking a laptop with him. He'd had some success interfacing Earth and Nidhogg technology, and hoped he could do it again now. He inserted a probe into an organic interface on the wall of the hanger and plugged the other end into the laptop, launching the very basic interface program he'd written.

"The queen has made change to hanger door opening code," he called out over the gun fight in his accented English. He continued to tap away at the keyboard trying to find a work around, though he was essentially diving blindly into an alien operating system with only a basic understanding of the computer coding they used. "It will take a few moments," he added. "Abi may you be of assistance?"

< Tag SD-5 & Aeneid Crew >

[Ashley "Logan" Kale]

1105 -1111
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridor -- > Puddle Jumper

Kale is starting to get worn out as he is walking as fast as he can away from the group with Samarra in his arms as he just rescued her from Des which has for some reason turned evil which he know that she too needs rescuing but his main focus is to get Samarra safe and looked at by medics as she is unconscious and has pretty bad wounds.

Once he gets a half way to where Jerry, Pooja and Honey are located Kale puts down Samarra and then sits down and just concentrate on slowing down his breathing, which is hard to do as his leg is starting to hurt but just bad enough to just be annoying. Kale looks over towards where Samarra is lying on the floor and something in him makes him feel weird. So getting up Kale grabs out a field bandage from his backpack and wraps it gently but tightly around one of Samarra's arms to stop the bleeding something he knows as the members of the SD teams are trained in basic First Aid.

A few minutes later Kale notices that the Ori soldiers and the Prior leave "Huh that is weird" Kale thought to himself and he noticed that the Bugs were nowhere in sight and that the others were heading towards the Jumper which located in the hanger. After putting his backpack on and slowly picking Samarra up, Kale made his way back down the corridor towards the hanger "Come on, come on, you can make it" Kale thought to himself trying to push himself harder.

After a little while Kale finally made it to the Jumper and then put Samarra down on the floor and said to Tim, SD-5's medic and a close friend "Tim... Could you.... Please have.... a look at.... Samarra???" Kale knows that he has just about run out of energy as well as the pain in his leg is slightly worse than before but Kale is happy that he has got himself and Samarra on the Jumper safely, grabbing his water bottle from his Tac-vest holder he took a few sips enjoying the freshness of the water on his tongue and down his throat, then putting some water on his hands Kale tried to freshen up his face which is covered in beads of sweat. Boy he was looking forward to a shower when they got back to base.

<<Tag Anyone>>

[Abi Ely]

1100
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Puddle Jumper

Not that long ago, Abi was simply a citizen of South Africa, DJing with her best friend Cameron, and overall not having much idea what came next in life. The last part was still the same now – however, the first half had been turned on its head. Life was no longer classified as ‘simple’ – especially when she had been held captive by aliens and stripped of clothes for a long while. But things were shaping up…sorta. They were being rescued. Kinda. Things had gotten confusing for the civilian, who found her mind racing faster then her legs, as they fled from the horrible cockroaches from hell.

She was totally going to have bug issues when they got back.

To be quite honest, Abi wasn’t sure what was going on half the time – but rather was playing ‘sheeple’ and simply followed the crowd. Ask questions later. She had managed to get back with the group after a short separation. She felt safer to be around people she knew and cared about.

With some assistance from Alek (for Abi had a bit of difficulty keeping up) they reached their escape ship – sending a chill of relief down the girl’s back. All she wanted to do was lie down and take a nap. Her rear barely brushed the seat, before Robert announced their issue about the hanger bay doors. They weren’t opening.

Frak their luck.

Alek was quick on his feet, darting out of the vessel, causing Abi’s jaw to tighten slightly. Why couldn’t something just go in their favor for once?

She rose to her feet, the sound of gunfire causing her to be on even more edge then normal. Ely just wanted to day to be over. Too much in such a short period of time.. Her dark blue eyes fell upon a blonde woman who was with them – she appeared as tired of the day as Abi. Unsure of her name, the civilian frowned and placed her hand upon the woman’s shoulder.

“We’re almost out of here,” she promised, before Alek’s very recognizable voice cut through the tut tut tut of gunfire.

"The queen has made change to hanger door opening code. It will take a few moments."
IE – bad news.

Abi’s hand fell from the woman’s shoulder, as she wandered towards the entrance of the shuttle, her heart pounding in her chest.

Wait…if the queen had frakked with it, didn’t that mean a good part of it was probably in the alien language…meaning Abi needed to—
Alek added, "Abi may you be of assistance?"

Shooting the other woman a promising smile, Abi ran out of their safety bubble, hurtled past the unseen evils, and ended up next to Alek and his trusty laptop.

It was weird that he had clothes on.

…

Let’s pretend that thought never brushed her mind…

Shaking her mind free of the rogue thought, she leaned over to the laptop, watching the alien characters swim past her vision. The feeling of cloth around her body was so alien…it almost made it hard to concentrate. Narrowing her deep blue eyes, she leaned her head to the side, her mouth forming unheard words, as she studied the altered code.

“I can do this…we can do this…” she mumbled mostly to herself.

It had been too long since she used her mind like this.

<Tag: Honey, Alek, Rest>

[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1110
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Puddle Jumper

Making sure that everybody was onboard, Tim returned to have a closer look at Andre.

“No, you gave Kim your word, that you won’t do this to your goddaughter. You won’t do this to me. Not when we are…”

He listened with half an ear at the Doc’s conversation with their CO, ‘Exactly, you do as she says, we can’t go off hunting you down once again.’

Tim focused back at the woman on the bench in front of him. No apparent injuries and her vitals was strong and within the normal range, so all they could do was wait for the effects of the zat to wear off. He shot a look at his watch, “Shouldn’t take that much longer though…”
As a safety precaution he hooked her up to a small cardiac monitor anyway, one could never be sure of what the mix of alien influence and a zat could do to the human body…

"Tim... Could you.... Please have.... a look at.... Samarra???"

Tim turned towards his team mate, the slight limp as he’d carried Blackwell in to the jumper had not gone unnoticed, but that was a minor problem. The man was walking and talking – that was good enough for Tim at this point. There would be plenty of time later to check on that leg.
“Sure.”
He recognized Ash’s technique when it came to putting on a field bandage, and nodded approvingly, “Good job,” and then moved on to take a set of vitals on the bruised and battered body of the woman.
Not really as content with the results as he’d been earlier with Andre’s he set back on his heals, only to be almost run over by first Alek, and then a few seconds later, Abi.
The reasons for them leaving was lost to him though as he started to rummage around in his back pack for equipment to start an IV on Blackwell.

"what's the hold up? What is the problem, why is the controls not responding, are we locked out, is there an overide switch anywhere, what the heck is supposed to happen now, we don't even have weapons strong enough to take out that door."

Tim finished securing the IV with a piece of tape and stood, leveling the Captains eyes and spoke calmly, “Why don’t you just have seat sir and let me hava look at you? It looks like we have competent people working on the matter of getting us out of here.”

< tag Cromin >

The man was obviously not feeling very well, and if he didn’t know better, he’d say the man was coming down from a trip. Like some kind of junkie.
Tim wanted to have a closer look at him, but with two “men” down, two on the outside working on getting them out of the hangar bay, the last thing he wanted was Cromin to freak out and go totally nuts due to a simple misunderstanding.
As a last resort, there was of course the zatting.
He could only hoe that Ash or Garcia had picked this up and be able to help if need should arise.

< Tag all >

[Samarra Blackwell]

1105
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridor

For a moment, she felt as though she was floating through air. Except...she felt warm. Slightly, at least. Under her knees and on her back and on her side. She struggled to open her eyes, but everything was blurry. The lights on the ceiling passed by rhythmically. A face looked down at her for a moment. She tried to recognize it, but staying conscious was too much effort.

1111 (make a wish!)
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridor

After the feeling returned to her body, most notably of the cold metal along her back and the emergency blanket covering her, sound was the next sense that she recognized in her state of semi-consciousness. Being able to hear voices speaking words was strange to her. So foreign, yet familiar.

"Get the other jumper online," a gruff, unfamiliar voice ordered, followed by the sounds of a lighter, more feminine voice. Then, there was another voice that brought her around a bit more.

"The queen has made change to hanger door opening code. It will take a few moments. Abi may you be of assistance?" The voice was heavily accented, and brought back a feeling of humor. She had always been entertained by even the simplest things that Alek had said.

Alek.

Opening her eyes, she blinked a few times, trying to focus her eyes. Things still swirled slightly, and her head hurt. Soon, the shapes of the inside of the jumper began to come into focus. The weakness in her muscles made it difficult to turn her head, but a slight movement there and refocusing her eyes let her see two familiar shapes.

“I can do this…we can do this…”

Abi!

Soon, all sorts of memories came flooding back to her already pounding head. Some of good times, then some of bad. Then, she felt all the other pains popping up around her body.

"Ufhh.." she winced at the pain that came along with her newfound consciousness. It was all thanks to a lovely little IV that was now stuck in her hand, replenishing her with nutrients. Though it was having some effect, she still felt extremely disoriented. She was aware of her surroundings, but everything wasn't computing quite right.

But, from the sound of it, things weren't going too well.

Trying to focus her eyes some more, she glanced across the jumper at the other bench. Someone else laid there with a monitor attached to them, but she could not see. Someone stood in the way. As the person moved, she recognized the face and nearly jumped out of her skin. Her muscles hurt from the quick reaction that caused her to sit up, but fear had taken hold of her. The sudden movement caused her to feel dizzy once again, and her arms trembled as they tried to support her.

Didn't they know that this was not Destiny Andre???

[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1112
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Puddle Jumper

Captain Cromin waited as a couple of people worked on getting the stuck door open. The Pilots worked in the ship, while Alek and Abi worked on a Nidhogg console trying to get it open. Lt Foster had spoken to him to calm he down so he quieted down. His heart was beating so fast and it seemed that there was so much pressure on it that it felt like it was going to explode at any moment. He had taken as much of the Hiridrium to be officially addicted to it, there was nothing more he needed it for so he refused to take anymore of it. He was pouring sweat, his fatigues were drenched and he was having a fever all of a sudden. His temperature was sky high, he was shaking, fidgeting peharps, eyes blinking very quickly, even as he appeared flustered. His head pounding like someone was hitting it with a sledge hammer, from time to time he had to breathe very heavily because he also felt like his lungs were giving out. Every little thing irritated him.


It was as if all of his organs were failing all at once, he was in so much pain, he could barely keep it to himself. From time to time though he would appear calm, everything would go back to normal but pick up again in about 5 seconds with greater intensity. While all of this was happening, the Ori continued fighting wit the Nidhogg. The Ship they were in rocked more and more with greater intensity as ship fire came from the Ori ship. Even in his state he knew that they weren't going to last long if this continued, plus who knew what the Queen had planned, because all of a sudden all of the Nidhogg retreated and even the Ori retreated, it seems that the only groupl of beings still on the ship was humans. Cromin figured that it is best they follow the lead of the other two groups.


Cromin took of his seat belt that he had strapped himself in with because he knew that it was going to be one heck of a bumpy ride when they flew out. That was apparently not going to happen. There was a manual override very far of as Honey had pointed out and that was the only sure way of opening the hangar bay door. He struggled to his feet, he could barely stand, he walked out of the jumper and called out to Alek and Abi, "Alek, Abi there is no time for all of that, this ship is about to blow up, come in here now . . . it is an order if you want it to be." He turned to the jumper and walked back in. Everybody surprised at his statement, he sat down and said to the Pilots "be ready to drop me off by the override station over there on the far side of the hangar bay." Turning to the rest of the Crew he said "Please excuse my manners because I don't have one right now. I am not trying to be a heroe but it seems that the obvious choice is that we use the overide switch in the station over there as Beatrice had pointed out. Guys I am dying, just incase it was not obvious but I doubt that. I am either going to die in a few hours or die in a minute when you guys get out of here. I 'd rather you guys get out than none of us get out. This is my choice, this is what we vow to do when we put on the uniform, live free and die free. There is no time for debate and you all know this, it is no coincidence that none of the Ori or Nidhogg are here. The quicker we get out of here the better I believe our chances of surviving are. Let us all go" and turning to Nolen he said "I have a letter in my Locker back at the SGC, please give it to my Father." With that he rested his eyes and day dreamed about earth knowing he was never going to see it again.


<Tag all>

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

1112
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Hanger Bay

With his laptop interfaced into the bugs computer system through the wall socket he'd found, Alek was doing his best to be decipher the alien operating system. Part of the reason he was in the Ida Galaxy was the fact he was bilingual and knew two languages - his native Russian and English... to an extent. People went about learning languages in many different ones, some read the language, some surrounded themselves by people who knew the language, some even listened to it on cassette. Kamarov had instead tried to find patterns in English that matched up to Russia, and while this had allowed him to quickly learn the language it also meant his sentence structure was all over the shop.

As such, he was now looking for patterns in the lines of Nidhogg coding that streamed over the screen in front of him. A lot of the bug’s language was based on smells and telepathy, which thankfully meant the computer language they used for the ships was very basic, intended only to control simple tasks. He'd already identified major system such as life support and gravity control, though decided it was best to keep away from interfering with them too much. All he needed was the simple command that would tell the ship's computer core to open all docking bay doors and allow them to escape.

Abi joined him at his side. "I can do this... we can do this," she muttered to herself. As a cryptologist she'd be able to help him decode the workings of the alien operating system, and her knowledge of Earth languages would assist them in reading the alien text. It had been near on five months since Aleksandr had used any piece of technology, and it was a strange sensation to be using something mechanical after being surrounded by organic technology for so long.

He scanned down the next page of coding, worried that he was both going too quick that he'd miss the command and going so slow that they'd never find it in time. He clicked a key and moved onto the next page, then the next page, and then the next page. Behind them Robert called out for the two to stop and return but Alek knew they couldn't be far off the answer. This was the first and only chance they'd had for escape and he wasn't ready to give up yet.

He flicked to a new page of coding and a statement caught his eye. He highlighted the piece of computer code and showed it to Abi. "< This looks promising, >" he said to her in Russian, dropping back into his native language was something he did under stress. "< Can you write in an activation delay so we can get back to the Jumper and seal the hatch before the hanger doors open to hard vacuum? >"

< Tag Abi, Aeneid Crew & SD-5 >

[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1112
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Puddle Jumper

"be ready to drop me off by the override station over there on the far side of the hangar bay." Turning to the rest of the Crew he said "Please excuse my manners because I don't have one right now. I am not trying to be a heroe but it seems that the obvious choice is that we use the overide switch in the station over there as Beatrice had pointed out. Guys I am dying, just incase it was not obvious but I doubt that. I am either going to die in a few hours or die in a minute when you guys get out of here. I 'd rather you guys get out than none of us get out. This is my choice, this is what we vow to do when we put on the uniform, live free and die free. There is no time for debate and you all know this, it is no coincidence that none of the Ori or Nidhogg are here. The quicker we get out of here the better I believe our chances of surviving are. Let us all go"

Tim turned towards O’Connell, “Delay that order Sergeant! Captain Cromin isn’t going anywhere” and then looked back at Cromin, “Sir, we already have two people out there working on the problem and you are in no condition to go out there and play hero.”

<tag Cromin >

Tim sighed, but kept talking in a low nonthreatening voice, “As I see it you have two choices sir; sit down and let me have a look at you or you’ll leave this jumper against medical orders, getting zatted in the process. I really wouldn’t recommend that last option…”
He took a few steps back as he spoke to be out of reach of Cromin if he decided to try something really stupid and opened up his zat to be ready to fire at the first sign of trouble.
Tim didn't even have to look at Ash and Garcia to know they would back him up since there were the sound of two other zats getting ready to fire rigght next to him.

< tag all >

[Pooja Garcia]

((Weeeeeeeeeeeeee *throws confetti* 100th post))

1112
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Puddle Jumper

The longer they stayed the longer her nerves tangled and tightened; the more uncomfortable she felt, the more her stomach played. And the loop of that kept repeating itself and was likely to do so till she felt sick. She leaned her head on his shoulder to calm herself down and not get worked up. Listened to Tim’s talking to Cormin with half ear. Giving a small chuckle at the fact how much she had miscalculated the former Sarge.

Jerry titled his head towards the byplay of Foster and Cromin; looking at the Captain, the Naval Commander nodded, “I would do what he says,” he spoke up, “the end result is never pretty.” Foster usually got his way somehow. Even with this Captain, Jerry was certain, Tim would after pulling the medic angle at everyone.

<<Tag Tim/Cormin/All>>

[Abi Ely]

1113
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Hanger Bay

They were so close. All these hang-ups were just…frustrating. Like dangling freedom in front of their faces, reality just seemed to be teasing them. The already tease civilian thought of the form that was once her friend, laying within the jumper. The chick previously known as Destiny had pretty much turned her friend into nothing more then a very realistic Halloween prop. Poor Marra. She was alive, apparently, but the images still stung behind Abi’s eyes, as she ran over to Alek’s side.

They quickly began working, her heart pounding in her chest, as she nibbled upon her bottom lip slightly. Why was reality frakking with them this much? That was just unkind.

"Alek, Abi there is no time for all of that, this ship is about to blow up, come in here now . . . it is an order if you want it to be." Cromin called, not helping Abi’s fragile state. She looked over her shoulder towards the sound of the voice, annoyed. An order? Frak him. They can’t leave until the doors are open, right?

Plus they had made so much progress, it just seemed wrong to stop now. Like running 8/9^ths of a marathon, and not pushing the extra bit…

Taking a deep breath to stablize herself, Abi’s dark blue eyes scanned the screen, jumping slightly when Alek highlighted a portion, "< This looks promising, >" pointed out in Russian.

Abi scanned the sequence, running it through several different parts of her mind, which had begun to grow cobwebs over the recent times.
“<Yes,>” she replied, with a slight nod – knowing that under the pressure they were in, it would be easier for Alek to speak in his native language. Abi, however, had to pause a bit figuring out all the complexities that was Russian. It had nearly been half-of-a-year since she had uttered a word – so another language was a bit hard for her at the moment. Understanding it was completely different then speaking it. Damn her mind for being so forgetful.

"< Can you write in an activation delay so we can get back to the Jumper and seal the hatch before the hanger doors open to hard vacuum? >"

Abi paused a moment, translating the foreign words into the back of her mind, before nodding slightly, her fingers taking over upon Alek’s keyboard, as shouts and gunfire continue to ware away at her sanity.

With her jaw tight, she hit the execute key, taking a step back from the laptop, “<I...believe…that is correct,>” she stumbled over the language, her face reddening in embarrassment slightly. A linguist that could hardly speak another language…not her proudest moment.

<Tag Alek/Crew>

[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1113
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Puddle Jumper

Cromin barely opening his eyes sat in the jumper expecting Alek and Abi to be back in the jumper any minute. He had already made up his mind that he was going to die in order to save everybody else. He wondered what his mom would think about what he was doing but he knew better than to let that bother him. As all of these thoughts went through his head, Lt Foster spoke up saying "Sir, we already have two people out there working on the problem and you are in no condition to go out there and play hero"


Cromin watched as he stepped back releasing his hands to his sides very close to his Zat. Cromin was an operator so he recognized what just happened. He smiled and placed his head down in his arms, he wasn't even planning to be violent but it was understandable what Foster did. Before he could finish his thought he heard two more Zats pop up. It was then that Cromin looked up to the others and then stood up saying with paranoia slowly setting in "Medical orders, I understand that but don't pull out those Zats except you guys are ready to use them. Am I now the enemy that you are threatened by me?" Cromin rubbed his eyes as he spoke.


Cromin looked at all three men as he spoke to them but as he waited for a reply, he grabbed his chest with his right hand on his heart. He could feel a sharp pain in his heart, as the heart struggled to beat in a very erratic manner. His knees dropped on the floor of the Jumper and using one hand he supported his weight by holding on to the chair next to him. He then looked at the men saying "Please don't let me die this way, let my death count for something let me help all of you." With that he fell on the jumper floor and slowly jouneyed into the land of the unconscious. Grabbing a hold of Beatrice's hand he said under his breath "help me"


Tag <Foster, Beatrice, all>

[Simon "Lanky" Davidson]

1105 -1113
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Corridor -- > Puddle Jumper

From the moment Lt. Foster has taken Capt. Andre off his hands the will to fight suddenly disappeared from Simon once again. He fell in with the others and on catching sight of the Jumper locked his focus on it.

Fighting the urge to rush past everyone into the Jumper, he walked with a measured pace. Just a few more paces……….just a few more…….he told himself as he mounted the ramp of the Jumper.

Once inside he took a seat in the rear compartment as far forward to the bulkhead as he could piloting was the furthest thing from his mind at this point. He knew mental he was broken and just wanted to go home and………well he just wanted to go home.

Then they hit a snag and Simon really lost it, convinced that this was just another ploy of the Nidhogg. They were playing with them, toying with them. Any moment Simon expected to be surrounded by several dozen Nidhogg guards and their was nothing he could do about it.

He just pulled his knees up on to seat, folded his arms on top of them, and buried his face in his knees. Trying to shut the world out, he lifted his head occasionally, catching snatches of people trying to do something to get them out. Cromin even suggested leaving him behind to deal with the problem an idea that was squashed very quickly. They were all clearly suffering from their time in captivity. Simon just buried his head again hoping against hope they would eventually leave.

Tag anyone

[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1114
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Puddle Jumper

"Medical orders, I understand that but don't pull out those Zats except you guys are ready to use them. Am I now the enemy that you are threatened by me?"

Tim slowly lowered his zat, “No, you're not our enemy, never was, never will be. It was for all our protection. I was just afraid you might -”
He never got any further as Cromin more or less collapsed on the floor in the middle of the Jumper, fighting to keep upright, Tim tossed his zat towards Ash and knelt next to the captain, grabbing his wrist by pure reflex to finally have at least a clue of what the man's vitals were. The pulse was fast and thready, definitely not a good sign.

"Please don't let me die this way, let my death count for something let me help all of you."

Tim took a deep breath, “Cromin, listen to me; as long as there's life there's hope, ok? Your not dead yet, and I'll be damned if I'll let you go without a fight, so you hang in there for just a little while longer, you hear that?”
He followed Cromin's gaze towards Cutter on the bench next to them, “Keep talking to him, no matter what you say, just keep talking. Let him have something to hang on to.”
A slight movement in the corner of his eyes stole his attention for a second as he noted Simon curling up in a corner, hugging his knees, 'Dear God they're a mess. Collins will have her field day with this group once we get them all back...' then he focused back at Cromin and Cutter.

< tag all >

[Beatrice "Honey" Cutter]

1113
Nidhogg Prison Vessel
Puddle Jumper

Honey felt Cromin grasp her hand. She dropped to her knees beside him. His hand was damp with a cold sweat. She felt a tear form within her eyes. Please Robert,listen to Tim. I have lost so many friends. I dont want to loose another.

Her eyes met Tim's who had dropped and grasped Cromins other hand. She read in the medics eyes the serious of the downed team members situation. She watched as Tim began to first assess then work on the man.

She watched as Cromin looked towards the room containing the manuel release. NO. She said. We still need you. Honey squeezed his hand. She knew what he wanted. But she would not let it happen until all options were exhausted. She looked to where her zat lay. If it came down to it she would give the man the aid he needed.

<tag all, get that door open please or I shall go all rambo giving cromin his shot to run LOL>