Back from the Dead

[Marah "Tonobi" Law]

Flashback / Dream

Unknown Location
Unknown Planet
Cell Number 6

Marah opened her eyes against her better wishes, the situation was still the same. She was barely clothed and blood and bruise's all over her. The cell had very little light coming in just enough to see the cell and a little of what was out side but not the other prisoners. She knew they were there because of the talking and screaming they did. She had lost all hope of rescue a long time ago, she smiled at that thought. "Time I've forgotten how long I've been here" she said to her self. She quickly snapped out of that thought as the creaking noise of the main door out of here started. "They are coming back for another of us" she thought as she tensed up. The Ex-Military woman knew they would drop off one tortured prisoner and pick up another, as ways wanting more.

"Well this time they will get more than they thought" she said softly as they came closer. Behind her back she held a pointed piece of stone she had spent some time carving it and know she was ready to use it. The door to her cell opened and she waited till one of the creatures called Titians walked into the cell. Then with out warning she leapt towards them only to be knocked to the side in a swipe of it's arm. Marah was knocked against the wall, the wind in her lungs rushed out leaving her breathless and weak. The Titian grabbed her ankle and dragged her out of the cell and out of the room. Marah blacked out to darkness.

Then as they walked out of the Cell room an explosion rocked Marah awake again. One of the Titans went down hard and the other abandoned her running away. Marah slowly rolled onto her stomach and crawled slowly back to the cell room. She got to the steps as the shooting and noises stared to fade. As the NID agent reached the stairs and was about to roll down the three steps to the cells a small hand grabbed her arm in a gentle hold and lifted her to her feet. Then a noise again this time load and the look of pain on her rescuer's face ....

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Marah's Quarters
Delta Site
Delian Galaxy
0110 Hours

Marah woke from her dream screaming and in a cold sweat. Her heart raced at a million miles as her breath quickened. Her eyes darted around the room and her feet slowly came out from the bed covers and to the cold floor. Her Pulse started to slow and her breaths started to become more even as she realise where she was. She looked at the time and took a sip of water from the cup near her bed and then dropped the rest s her hands caught her head. Her tears mingled with the spilt water on the floor.

Mess
Delta Site
Delian Galaxy
0145 Hours

Marah stood gazing out the window dressed in a pair of short silk shorts and her olive green tank top. She had a cup of fresh brewed coffee in her had and took a sip from it then continued to stare into the blackness of the world outside. The thoughts of her time imprisoned had never left her nor the faces of the dead she left behind there. They haunted her even know six months later. Marah was so terrified at the prospect that a physical shiver went through her body. She had done everything and taken everything that the Doctors said but nothing helped, this was her last resort being with the only friends and family that understood it all. She just hoped t would work. She was that busy thinking to her self about that problem that she didn't notice or hear anybody walking into the mess.

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[Pooja Garcia]

0145
Mess

Since the whole mission on the titan ship Pooja hadn’t had a decent amount sleep in a long time. So waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t new to her or to Jerry to find her gone. It was easier to come to mess when there were least amount of people as it was too isolated at that time of the night. Still she wasn’t ready to face people. Given her run with Delta was more or less over as the Chief Sociologist, now she was only here as the wife of the SD-1’s commanding officer.

Picking up her tea, she sighed, as she looked around, still she knew it was about high time she resigned and went back to earth for good; and left the horrors of Delta as a bad nightmare. Yet she had no idea if Jerry was ready to hang up his weapons and really retire to desk duty at all. They talked, sure but there little to say at times that left her wondering at the state of not only her relationship, but also at the fragility of her marriage. There were days she had no idea where things stood between them.

Sipping her tea she noticed Marah entering the mess. She was surprised at the presences of her best friend after a long time. Pooja had no idea where the former Captain had disappeared of to. In fact no one told her anything in fear of passing it of to the Titans. She had built up further hatred for the Titans over time and this made her feel like an a$$. Rubbing her face, Garcia picked up her cup and got to her feet, slowly made her way towards the other woman.

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[Marah "Tonobi" Law]

0145
Mess

Marah sipped her coffee again as the footsteps came closer. She turned towards the sound and saw her best friend walking towards her. She gave a quick smile, it was forced but sincere. She turned back towards the window and stood there a few more seconds then as a tear ran down her check she turned "Hey Pooja, I didn't disturb you did I" she said softly to her friend.

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"Oh okay, Not being able to sleep is no stranger to me now. How are you going with your return to this place?" she asked her friend. They had a lot of time missing between them because of her capture and Pooja's capture. But she was still recovering from her memories and emotional scars. It was good to have Pooja here though she though to herself.

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[Koren Telion]

0143
Koren's Quarters

Koren closed the letter and slammed his hand against the desk, rattling the lamp and making his pen shatter on the floor. The tears began rolling down Koren's cheeks as he lay his head gently on the desktop. Katie's letters always broke his heart; he missed her so much...Everything in him screamed for him to go home. After the Battle of Olympia, Koren hadn't slept much. Koren had gone from his biggest engagement being a squad of F-302's against one very dangerous UFO to the forces of 2 Daedalus-class Cruisers against the full force of two entire races. In fact, now that Koren thought about it, this was the largest orbital engagement in Stargate history, and he, Koren, had led an entire flight of fighters into it.
An entire flight of soldiers, most of whom were dead. Koren sat up quickly, the tears stopping abruptly as he remembered that this was the second time his decisions in battle had meant the loss of lives of his men. Koren pounded the desk one more time for good measure and was about to yell out when he remembered Captain McKinnon was probably trying to sleep close by.
Thinking of McKinnon, Koren's thoughts returned to Katie. The poor girl had been through so much with his departure; she was having to stay with her parents until the funds cleared from Stargate to move her back to her house; the house she lost when Koren had been put on probation after the UFO investigation. She had to deal with her parents on top of still grieving over her husbands death, which Koren still blamed himself for. The more Koren thought about it, the more he realized pretty much everything bad that had happened to those he cared about was his fault. Or at least it felt that way.
I need a drink, he thought. Koren was taken aback for a moment; he didn't drink. Only socially and even then he mostly just held the cup to not make his friends feel bad. But this night he needed a drink. And a walk.
Koren threw the chair back quickly and, wrapping a scarf around his neck, walked quickly out the door and towards the mess hall, staring at the floor intently, thoughts of Katie and his squad eating at him more and more.

0145
Mess

Walking around the corner into the mess hall, Koren was still staring at the floor when he was made suddenly aware of the two females conversing before him. He stopped in midstride and looked up at the women, immediately wishing that he hadn't. They both looked like he felt: completely emotionally and physically spent. Koren was frozen for a moment, just looking the woman whom he'd never in the eyes, his heart changing in an instant from grief to empathy. Whatever she was going through, it was probably worse than his silly little self-doubt; that was written clearly on her face. Suddenly he noticed Pooja looking at him expectantly. Realizing he was supposed to say something polite about butting into the middle of their conversation, the distraught and distracted Koren could only manage a gentle, quiet, surprised "Hi."

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[Pooja Garcia]

0145
Mess

Marah looked the way Pooja felt; totally isolated from everyone around them despite the people being tight knit unit. Emotionally it was another ball game for her. Sighing she looked out the view as well, debating on how to reply without raising more questions in her friend’s mind. “No you didn’t,” Garcia shook her head, “Sleep at night doesn’t come easily like it did once.” Old habits between them would take a time to return.

She looked at Marah’s question, her expression was nil to nothing. Struggling with her inner turmoil, and memories from the time of her return, Pooja simply sipped her tea, fully avoiding giving her friend an answer. How was she to tell the woman next to her, what went on since her return. How was she to explain that her own people looked at her like she was a traitor to her own kind? So she said nothing as if she hadn’t heard the question at all and continued to drink her tea.

Hearing another set of footsteps, Pooja turned to look at another face, who was very new to Delta. Although they hadn’t had much interaction, she had heard Oxford talk about the man. Even that was rare for the Major.

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[Marah "Tonobi" Law]

0145
Mess

Marah noticed the avoidance of the question, she knew her friend too well to push at something that Pooja didn't feel right to share but she just let out a kind smile. "Ahh, it's like that is it..." she said kindly then tilted her head towards a far table in the shadowy corners of the mess. A young MP officer sat there trying to look like he wasn't keeping an eye on her, and failing. " ... Don't worry your not the only one" she said turning back to the window and sipping her coffee. She was about to say something else when she noticed more footsteps. She sighed before turning hoping it wasn't her so called guardian here, Dr Kirov. She smiled a little at seeing it wasn't him but in fact another new member of the expedition.

He spoke to them in a surprised yet gentle tone, "Hi". Marah noticed Pooja was quiet which just added to her concerns. "Hello, you new here ?" she asked the newcomer. She figured it was a good distraction from the constant memories and the feeling of still being a prisoner. Something which she could see in Pooja's eyes she shared. Both former Titan prisoner's eyes seamed lifeless and voided of hope. But Marah put on a good act of it not bothering her, something she had picked up in the force. Something only those close could see past.

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[Koren Telion]

0145
Mess

Koren was genuinely surprised at the question; he'd been here a couple months and he'd never seen this woman before. That being said, even in Koren's current mood he didn't see any problem with responding in kind.

"I guess," said the Lieutenant, looking at the floor and shuffling his feet a bit, the long eye-contact bugging him a bit. Suddenly realizing the immaturity of his body language (and his lack of social skill), he immediately snapped to attention, his habit for stopping awkward social situations, and looked cooly back at the woman. He'd never met her before; for all he knew she outranked him ten-fold. "First Lieutenant Koren Telion, Eagle 1." He snapped sharply. Realizing how loud his voice sounded in the empty room, Koren sighed and smiled, looking down again and shaking his head at his own silliness. "Sorry," He said with a chuckle, running his hands through his hair, and looked back up at her, "It's been a rough night. May I ask...?"

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[Marah "Tonobi" Law]

0146
Mess

Marah was sort of taken back by the man's introduction, she let a smile show on her face as the man called Koren introduced himself. But no offence to the man she just wasn't in decent state of mind at the moment. But how was she going to get in a state of mind consider decent if she didn't at least make an effort to try and be happier. "Captia........" Opps slip of the tongue, but that slip brought back horrible memories to.

[Flashback]

0913
Beach
Helios ~ Inside the Base

Marah did not even wait for the Man of her nightmare to react. She unloaded her clip on to the man from the p-90 that she had already pointed at him. "Get out now, Back to the boats. MOVE IT NOW!!!!!!" Marah screamed as she fell back she reloaded her gun as she stayed between the Demon and her team. She quickly checked the status of her team with a quick look over her shoulder. When she turned back Saint Dane was already face to face with her. The Fear that she had managed to hide this long came out in her reaction off tripping on her own feet. She dropped her weapon and the magazine that was only half in, Marah tried to calm herself but nothing she did stopped the fear being pumped in to her body. Every limp felt too heavy to move. There she was on the floor looking up at the demon man with white face and unable to will her body to move any further.

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Marah let a faint smile run across her face to not hid the slip but the pain in that memory. Pooja had been there the day she not only lost her commission but almost the entire SD-6 team. "... Sorry Special Agent Law. But just call me Marah, I think I need to sit for a minute" she said picking the closest table and putting her mug on it she sat in one of the chairs already around it. Koren's next question was a more painful one to answer.

"It's been a rough night. May I ask...?"

Marah conceled the tears forming up in her head and the fears too. She bit he lip and just nodded as an answer. Don't lose it now her head told her.

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[James Calmara]

0146
Mess

A sleepless night or two was not that uncommon for James Calmara not since he joined the Delta expedition, the situations they all faced and decisions they had to make at one point or another stayed with him. This happened to be one such night, he’d tossed and turned, before trying whisky, tried reading air force manuals, and even an achilogical manual or two he’d borrowed of Dr McKillop just for this eventuality.

None of it had worked!

Hunger had set in that was the point where he’d given up fighting it, left his room and made his way along the corridors to the commissary. Entering he was not surprised to find it occupied. But the mood in there was clearly a sombre one, he recognized Telion from a walk around the city’s less know parts and Dr Garcia he knew, sort of, they had spent a bit of time on a ship with a psychotic computer that had tried to kill them. The other woman he had worked with on one mission in the past, Law, he thought her name was. But clearly she had a story, judging by the MP, who’s presence he had not missed. Calmara walked over to the self-serving rack and quietly poured himself a drink, glancing over and then walking over to where the three were. “Mind if I make it a four? I’m not disturbing anything am I?” He asked not sure if they need there space, if so he would happily move on to another quiet spot on the base.

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[Koren Telion]

Mess
0146

Koren's heart broke as Marah sat down and simply nodded in response to his open ended inquiry. He had seen this before, not long after-

338 7th Ave West, Kirkland, Washington
Koren Telion's Room
1617 Thursday May 29th, 2005

Koren heard a crash downstairs and didn't flinch, but when he heard Katie's scream of pain he leapt from the bed to the door in one bound, threw it open and rushed downstairs. The calamity continued as he made his way onto the the first floor, turned the corner into the dinning room and stopped speachless. There was his dad, inches away from Katie's face, the dinning room table overturned and in two of it's four pieces on the floor just behind them. There was food strewn all over the hardwood floor, broken glass and spilled milk still running towards the floorboards. The look of terror and emotional turmoil on Katie's face was cause enough for alarm, but what Koren's father said next made Koren's blood boil.
"If I ever see you with this man again," the irate father said quietly through grinding teeth, "I swear I will kick you out of this house for good. Do you hear me?"
He stood up slowly. "Now," he said, recomposing himself, "Clean up this mess." He slowly turned around and navigated the battlefield, stopping directly in front of Koren and looking him dead in the eye; "What are you looking at." He snapped, no remorse in his eyes. As he left the room, Katie broke down, tears streaming down her cheeks as she picked herself up and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her. Koren could here his fathers footsteps picking up from the study.
"I'll get it." Koren called to his father, and the footsteps stopped.

Katie Telion's Room
1843 Thursday May 29th, 2005

Koren opened the door to Katie's room. The strong aroma of hairspray and perfume assaulted his sense as the glow of the sunlight through the canvas shades hit the pink walls, making the immaculately organized and decorated walls seem to emanate her warm personality. All of this was starkly contrasted by the little girl curled up on her perfectly made bed, openly sobbing.
No, she's not a little girl, Koren reminded himself. She's 17; she can make her own decisions. She's much more mature than any other girl her age. Koren crossed over and sat on the edge of Katie's bed, lightly putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Katie?" Koren asked quietly. Her sobbing stopped, but she kept her face to her knees. "I'm here."
Katie sprung into Koren's arms and kept crying, trying to speak but not making any words. Just as quickly as she sprung into his arms, she pulled away, just sitting on the edge of the bed with him facing the rest of the room. Koren knew that if he just started prying at her she wouldn't open up about what had really happened, so Koren tried a different approach.
"It's been a rough day," Koren said, carefully choosing his words, "May I ask what's wrong?" Katie simply nodded.
Koren's heart broke; her silence told him everything. Katie had confided in their father about Connor, her boyfriend. Katie had told Koren earlier that they were getting closer and that she was beginning to think about wanting a ring. If Katie had told dad about that...then his response should have been expected. But she should be able to trust her father to be happy for her, not to get angry. Connor was Koren's best friend; why his parents had a problem with him was beyond Koren.
But Koren knew what was most important right then was to take care of Katie; she deserved a man as good as Connor, and Koren stood behind Katie in her desires. Even so, Koren knew it was going to be a long night.

Mess
Delta Site
Delian Galaxy
0146

A tear escaped Koren's grasp, and he moved to sit down when a voice snapped him out of his reverie. “Mind if I make it a four?" Calmara's clear tone broke into Koren's thoughts. "I’m not disturbing anything am I?” Koren took a deep breath and recomposed himself as he watched all eyes turn to the Master Sergeant. Koren spoke without facing him.
"I think I achieved that already, James." Koren said whilst sitting down at the table, "Come on in."

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[Pooja Garcia]

0145
Mess

He made her nearly snicker at his way of introduction. New and bumbling, those were the days in the first few weeks on Delta. But it didn’t go past her trained eyes at his awkwardness, when it came to social interactions, perhaps a session with her just what he might need. Suddenly an further thoughts were cut off when she reliaed that Troy might not want his staff to interact or have any sociological shrinking with her. That alone hurt, but It just might give her the reason to actually hand over the ‘Chief of Sociology’ to someone else. Tomorrow morning she just might spend an hour or so cleaning out her office.

Inhaling she helped Marah sit and herself sat as well, then realised that she hadn’t done any introduction of herself, “Doctor Pooja Garcia. I’m Commander Garcia’s wife.” Inhaling she picked up her tea again and sipped. Since her return she had only answered or spoke, when needed otherwise she kept her mouth shut.

Seeing James, Garcia tried not to flinch, it was nothing against the man himself, but it was more towards his CO, Travis Oxford. All she could do was offer him a smile and slight nod of her head in agreement with Telion’s words.

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[Marah "Tonobi" Law]

Mess
0146

Marah looked up from her coffee as James, a former team member, pulled up. She managed to keep the emotions from flowing through her because of her dads training. "Law, Army officers don't show weakness. Stop that now." His voice and words ran through her head. She wished he was here to help her now. She could see Pooja had gone quite again. Her head then began talking with out her instruction, sort of like an automated response to James question. "No, Not really take a seat" she said to James though she didn't face him but stared into her coffee. The reason was only clear to any one keeping a close eye on her. A single tear fell into her cup as she fought the urge to just fall to the floor and scream. Her head just repeated her dad's words and a new set, her own, "They won't understand, they can't understand". Marah managed to stop the advance of the emotions swimming in her head and looked up with a faint smile to Koren's words. "Can't sleep either ?" she asked the man.

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[James Calmara]

Mess
0146

Calmara pulled up a chair, Placing the glass gently on the table, glancing at the other three for a moment before he spoke, Garcia seemed edgy, but he knew full well she didn’t exactly see eye to eye with his team boss, which would explain a lot, still he wasn't his boss and would continue to reach out. “It’s been a crazy couple of months, to say the least.” Which was stating the obvious, but it seemed like a good an opener as any, it was relatively safe ground as well. “Got to say it’s nice to have you back, ma’am, the real you.” He said honestly looking straight at Marah at this point. Still addressing her as he would a serving officer, he wasn’t one for paranoia; these two were victims and needed to be treated as such. “Veterans of the expedition these two, really know there stuff and there way around this galaxy.” He commented to Telion nodding his head in the direction of the pair.

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OOC: Sorry this took a while. Work I blame work

[Marah "Tonobi" Law]

Mess
0146

“It’s been a crazy couple of months, to say the least.” “Got to say it’s nice to have you back, ma’am, the real you.” “Veterans of the expedition these two, really know there stuff and there way around this galaxy.”

Marah looked up from her staring contest with her coffee mug and actually let out a genuine smile first at her best friend Pooja than at James and Koren. She kept it up as she spoke, her voice still shaky "It's good to have friends that care, And James it's just Marah now. You know I got booted out of the Air Force" she said and for once her heart didn't sink at the mention of her disgrace. "Compared to a Titan POW camp even this coffee is bliss" she said without thinking to the group. That brought back faces of ghosts flashing through her mixed up head. The smile faded to a mock one as she remembered her rescuers and fellow prisoners who didn't make it. "I just wish Shultz, Van Schmitt and Stoneham could join us too" she said holding back more sorrow than the people sitting in front of her could imagine. she swore it was her fault for getting captured but she also swore she would do it again for her friends.

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[James Calmara]

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Mess

"Fair enough Marah, old habits die hard." The air force man responded to the statement that she was happy with first names and a little les formality. Which was understandable considering it was early hours of the morning and they were all most defiantly off-duty, like he mentioned old habits and all that.

"I was sorry to hear about Stoneham, he was hell of soldier a real brother in arms, we had a couple of close calls while he was on SD-2. He was dependable to the last." Calmara commented at the mention of a former teammate that had been a part the team that pulled her out. “I bet he gave them a good pasting while he could, ‘bout time to. These new bad boys are getting far too cocky for my liking.” He added.

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