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Yseult cursed silently to herself when she was paired up with Dylan. True, he was an army brat, but the emphasis was on brat. She would have preferred being paired up Ford, or even better, with Sheppard. Don't want Ford to develop any clinginess. But she was a professional - she had worked with plenty of assholes she wouldn't have otherwise seen fit to spit on if they were dying of thirst.

Besides, this way, she could keep Dylan from poking his head into something and getting himself, and more importantly, herself, killed. She nodded sharply at Dylan, coldly beautiful face impassive, then down the hall.

Before Yseult took a second step he young engineer held up the life-signs detector. "It's the other way, Sgt. Moreau." Yseult glared at him, lips tight, as if he had done that on purpose, then strode down the hall the 'other' way.

She took point, keeping ten to fifteen between them in an attempt to keep them from potentially being hit by the same attack. Her P-90 was held with a steely steadiness, her booted feet whispering over the odd texture of the ground. Fuck this organic shit, I think I'd prefer the sand and mountains of Afghanistan.

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Staying stealthy-

Dexterity + Stealth: 8d10.hits(7)= 1 success

Keeping Eyes open-

Perception + Awareness: 7d10.hits(7)= 1 success

Jebus! IC has been kicking my ass lately

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Dylan moved with the life-signs detector in front of him so he could keep an eye on it as he scanned for hostiles. This was his first real combat situation. Had he not left the army he would have already completed a tour, and now he wondered if he should have stayed. He quietly gave signals to Yseult when they needed to turn and kept his eyes on every corridor they passed. He wondered how well the wraith could hear. If his pounding heart gave them away he would never hear the end of it. Again he considered switching to single fire but at this point the click could be enough to alert the wraith.

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Stealth: (20:23:54) ChatBot: (Dylan) rolls 4d10 and gets 8,1,10,10.

Perception:(20:25:00) ChatBot: (Dylan) rolls 5d10 and gets 5,2,10,7,6.

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The husband and wife crept along slowly, covering one another with professional ease. The hallways curved around in a very non-linear manner, making finding the blinking blip somewhat difficult. The rooms were strange and sometimes inexplicable, as if half the occupants had just walked away from them.

Ahead of them, something white moved in the dim interior. The two military stopped, breathing hard. There was an impression of long white hair, then it was gone. The two looked at one another then started to creep forward again.

They heard the whimpers before they reached the open area. The hallway opened up to the right. The room revealed was much like the others they'd already seen. Plants filled pots and containers on shelves and benches. A small lab, filled with alien equipment, occupied one corner. But the centerpiece was the half-naked human girl laying shivering on an exam table.

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Dylan checked the detector quickly and nodded to Yseult. As he spoke he still swept the room just to be sure of what the device was telling him.

"What ever that was it is moving away quickly. We might be blown. Nothing else but us and her in the area. Sgt., grab her and lets get back to the puddle jumper."

Dylan took up position at the door keeping an eye on the detector and the hallway, and waited for Yseult to signal she was ready to move out again.

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Yseult was about to protest - she was the better shot, Dylan should've been the one help the woman - then reconsidered. She was notably stronger than the insufferable boy. She would be able to support the girl's weight without slowing them down any - the girl looked pretty slight - and would be able to handle her gun, too.

Yseult nodded sharply in agreement, then slide carefully forward. "Keep that gun up, Specialist. Anything hostiles that show up, shoot them til they go down, then shoot them again," she hissed softly in passing.

Reaching the exam table, Yseult looked down at the shivering form curled up upon herself with a frown, cool eyes glittering. The girl, wearing a thin, surprisingly nice dress, was slight, true, but curvy, which the low decolletage made abundantly clear. Very pretty. Yseult glanced around the room once more, then placed a hand over the pale girl's mouth and gave her a light slap to get her attention.

Merde! She's burning up! The docs, they will have to check her, all of us out, in case. The girl's eyes snapped open, the pupils hugely dilated, surrounded by the thinnest ring of intense hazel. Drugged, probably insensate. "Stay quiet and do not resist, okay?" Yseult said softly, but fiercely. "We are getting you out of here."

Barely listening to the girl's slurred words, Yseult sat down her P-90 on the table and swung her up in a fireman's carry with a smooth economy of motion. Settling the blond girl as comfortably as possible across her broad shoulders, Yseult picked up her gun again, then jutted her chin at Dylan, then at the way they had come.

"Let's go. Hustle and don't stop, can't afford to get bogged down, now."

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The girl barely responded to the slap, her body mostly limp as the Sgt. scooped her into a fireman's carry. She peered dazedly up at the muscular woman and mumbled, "Morsus, quare es vos hic? Custodis tribuo mihi ut Obscurum iam , is ero tergum. Custodis ero iratus, postulo loco mihi tergum."

Her voice dropped off into incoherent half-whispers as her head swam with the drugs in her system and the blood rushing to her temples from the way she was being carried. She didn't struggle, though, and after a moment is sounded like she was singing a lullaby very softly to herself while the two Atlantis Expedition members made their way back through the maze of hallways and enemies.

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A raucous screeching filled the air. It sounded like an alien alarm system, and the two humans exchanged an uneasy glance. They didn’t slow their advance toward the outside world and safety. A moment later, they heard the pounding of approaching boots.

They had company.

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Roll your Join Battle, please. Inoae, too.
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Salope! The alarm went off sooner than she liked, though it wasn't entirely unexpected. She just didn't know if they had noticed the missing girl or if it was something Sheppard and Ford had done. At the moment, it really didn't matter.

Not slowing in the least, Yseult brought the P-90 up and snugged it tightly against her shoulder, icy eyes scanning in smooth arcs for signs of the approaching hostiles. "Go! Go! And don't hesitate to shoot, specialist."

As she loped gracefully forward, Yseult hissed sharply to the passenger across her shoulders. "You better understand more than just your jibber-jabber, girl. When we get outside, you might have to run. Think you can manage that, if I point you in the right direction?"

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The woman's singing slurred to a stop as her brow knit in confusion at the strange words. Slowly, her mind sifted through the syllables and teased out a meaning from them. "Run? Quis opes 'run'? Quare 'run'? Quisnam es vos? Quare foris? Nos postulo moror in traba. Obscurum ero coming tergum."

Yseult felt the woman wriggle on her shoulders, hands seeking out the shape of the one carrying her. "Quisnam es vos? Vos es non Wraith. Quisnam es vos? Qua est Obscurum? Qua est Phasmatis?" Her voice was rising in pitch, panic and fear easy to pick out from her tone, but her she hadn't yet actually tried to break free of the soldier.

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Dylan directed them in to a side corridor and stopped, looking at the life-sign detector.

"They cut us off from the ship. There is only two of them, I think we should hit them as they come around the corner here and then keep moving." As he spoke he looked down the corridor that the wraith would appear in and aimed the P90. Ducking down so that Yseult could fire over him.

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Wits + Awareness: (18:04:57) ChatBot: (Dylan) rolls 5d10 and gets 6,6,1,4,6.

Well I think I go last.

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Yseult tilted her head as she followed Dylan to the side corridor. She understood only one of the words the girl had spouted clearly, but there was a echo of her own native tongue in what the girl was speaking.

"Good enough for now," Yseult agreed tersely, ducking around the corner. With a smooth movement, she set the girl back on her feet, then pressed her against the wall behind with a strong arm.

"Nous ne sommes pas les Wraiths, nous sommes venus d'Atlantis," Yseult whispered over a shoulder as she took her place standing over Dylan, lining up sight on her P-90. "Nous sommes des amis. Maintenant, rester calme et préparer à courir." After a tense, silent moment, waiting for the enemy to show themselves, the brawny woman added, "Quel est votre nom? Je m'appelle Yseult. Yseult."

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The woman peered intently at Yseult, looking over her strange green garb and the weapon slung on her shoulder. Her reply was slow and badly accented, "Jem apelle....Jem apelle....Je....Je suis le Regina. Atlantis....non....l'Atlantis est allée, l'Atlantis a été détruite!" By the end she was shouting and shaking, but still hadn't moved from where Yseult had placed her. It was odd to see someone so upset and yet not making any move against the apparent object of her distress.
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"Calme toi, doucement," Yseult whispered vehemently at the distressed girl, concerned that she would negate their possibility of surprise. Though Yseult didn't turn her head, she did glance at the young woman from the corner of her eye, giving her a quick nod. "Regina. Okay. Bon."

There was a bare curve to her lips, that in certain light, might have been mistaken for a smile, or at least the threat of one. Yseult was impressed - high, shaken, and stirred, the girl still sounded horrible, but she could understand the gist of what she was saying. "Atlantis n'a pas été détruit, tout simplement caché. Nous l'avons trouvé. Vous verrez voir, bientôt." Hands holding the steel and composite weapon in a velvet caress, Yseult stood rock-steady, ready to mete out death, or at least a lot of pain.

"Maintenant, restez tranquille," the soldier whispered, her low voice emotionless, centered. The calm that comes before the storm.

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Two massive forms rounded the corner, coming at a trot. Strange bone-like masks or growths covered their faces, while white hair fell in long locks around their thick, meaty shoulders. Their clothing was some kind of armor, and they carried alien weapons in their hands. It was these weapons that they raised, clearly preparing to use them.

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Yseult, Dylan and Inoae get a surprise round; the Drones do not.

Tick 0 - Yseult

1 - Inoae & Wraith (not attacking)

2 -

3 -

Tick 4 - Dylan

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Big fuckers, Yseult noted distantly as the stubby barrel of her P-90 tracked the pale form on the right, lining up a shot on his core. "Take the left one," the soldier told her husband coolly, then squeezed the trigger with a gentle caress, snapping off a precise burst.

Click to reveal.. (I shooty him!)

Attack-Short Burst (Speed 5, DV -1)

FN P90 (Acc +1, Dmg +3L, Range 50, Clip 50, Speed 5)

Dexterity + Markmanship + FN P90 Accuracy + Short Burst = 11d10

Short Burst: 11d10.hits(7)= 4 successes Boo! Hope this doesn't turn into a fiasco like a 'Night at the V' laugh

Next Tick: 5; DV 4

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Dylan nodded in response as they came around the corner. He aimed slightly higher in hopes of putting a shot or two in the head. From the descriptions these were given he had a idea some chest wounds were not going to slow them down. A light squeeze and a short burst of bullets flew towards the one on the left.

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Dex + Marksmanship + P90 + Short Burst

(21:37:24) ChatBot: (Dylan) rolls 11d10 and gets 3,6,8,8,7,4,8,1,9,3,3.

5 sux

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The shots would have put most people down, if not for the count, then from shock. These guys cried out in a strange, gutteral language, but didn't drop at all. It was hard to tell if they'd even been hurt, because they didn't slow down either.

It looked like Beckett had been right about the difficulty of killing these guys.

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Maudit-tabarnak! Despite the inner profanity, Yseult smiled grimly. She wanted to come on the Atlantis Expedition to find something different. The two pasty-skinned giants who took bullets like mosquito bites certainly counted. And she would be damned if she would let them harm the ones under her charge. It was her first mission in the Pegasus galaxy after all.

Left foot shifting back to give her a bit of extra bracing, Yseult squeezed hard on the trigger, spraying the corridor and the two alien goons with near half a clip of hot lead.

Click to reveal.. (I shooty them long time)

Action - Multiple Actions - 2 Long Bursts, one for each Drone (Speed 5, DV -2)

Note: Multiple Attacks are resolved by one roll at -4, but damage is rolled separately, if the attack hits.

Spending Willpower - Activating a Virtue (Courage): +3 dice, facing powerful foes

Dexterity + Marksmanship + FN P90 + Long Burst + Virtue - Multiple Action Penalty = 11d10

Double Long Burst: 11d10.hits(7)= 2 successes! 2! Motherfucker, Yse is a gimped bitch! She'd be better of trying to gut them with a K-bar!

Next Tick: 10, DV 3, WP 5/6, clip 27/50

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The bloodly splatter in the looked as red as human, but the aliens' reactions to the injuries were very much not human. They didn't so much as flinch; they leveled those strange, inhuman weapons and fired.

And missed.

All in all, it wasn't the best first impression they could have made as the boogey-men of the Pegasus Galaxy. Of course, their appearance alone was unsettling enough for that; Yseult and Dylan could see how the simple folk they had meet would be so terrified of him. The organic cannons were impressive, but they were also without a proper stock. What was it with aliens and not having proper weapons? husband and wife wondered at the same time, unaware of their matching thoughts.

Inoae cowered and screamed, her hands over her ears. That still couldn't block the noise of those awful weapons.

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Tick 6

Yseult's damage before soak: 6 sux, 6L

1d10=8, 1d10=10, 1d10=4, 1d10=1, 1d10=6, 1d10=7, 1d10=10

Yseult's damage before soak: 3 sux, 3L

1d10=7, 1d10=2, 1d10=9, 1d10=7, 1d10=5, 1d10=6, 1d10=3

Wraith #1: Misses Yseult

Wraith #2: Misses Dylan

Wraith's next tick is on 11

Inoae said she's just cowering this round.

Dylan, you're up

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Dylan remembered what he heard about the wraith. That was the only thing that kept him from getting stunned when several bullets didn't seem to even phase them. Nothing to do but keep firing.

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Same as before, short burst in to Dylan's target. 11d10

(18:50:56) ChatBot: (Dylan) rolls 11d10 and gets 5,10,9,8,7,3,4,5,6,2,1.

5 sux

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There wasn't the same vicious spray of blood that Yseult had gotten, but Dylan was sure he'd hurt the one he was firing at anyway. He felt a surge of triumph - they were going to win this thing!

Yseult, you're back up.

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Yseult's full lips peeled back from her teeth in a silent snarl. These fuckers, they feel less than brain-damaged drug-addicts hopped up on PCP.

Even though all her attention focused on the alien guardsmen, Yseult still distantly noted, with grudging admiration, that her child of a husband was a very good shot. Yseult's finger brushed a knob on the P90, switching it back to semi-auto, and squeezed off another three bullet burst. Despite their unwieldy armaments, Yseult preferred not to commit to another long barrage that would limit her mobility.

Click to reveal.. (Bang! Bang!.... Bang!)

Action - Attack: Short Burst (Speed 5, DV -1)

Short Burst: 11d10.hits(7)= 4 successes

Next Tick: 15, DV 4, WP 5/6, Clip 24/50

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Yseult's triple-tap tore into the alien with grim finality, and with a hoarse cry the being collapsed. Her sense of relief was short-lived, because the other one snaked back around the corner and snapped off a shot, catching Dylan in the chest with an energy blast. The young man collapsed bonelessly.

The young woman continued to scream, cowering on the floor.

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Yseult's damage before soak: 6 sux - Wraith #1 is down

1d10=7, 1d10=2, 1d10=8, 1d10=9, 1d10=4, 1d10=8, 1d10=7, 1d10=3, 1d10=8

Wraith #2's attack: succeeds by 2

Dylan's Stam + Fortitude: 2 sux, failure - he is unconscious

1d10=1, 1d10=8, 1d10=8

Yseult, it is down to you.

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Yseult snarled with righteous fury as Dylan fell to the ground, dead or unconscious, she didn't know, she didn't care, she just wanted to put this piece of dog shit down! Spewing forth a cascade of venomous French invective, she stepped over Dylan's sprawled form and let loose with near the rest of her clip, hoping to cut the fucker to pieces.

Dammit! Merde! He was just a kid, a remarkably annoying kid who should've been smacked around some as a kid, but a kid all the same. It should've been me going down, so he and the girl could get away.

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Action - Multiple Actions - 2 Long Bursts at the standing Drone (Speed 5, DV -2)

Note: Multiple Attacks are resolved by one roll at -4, but damage is rolled separately, if the attack hits.

Note: Both attacks at the same target reduces its DV by 1

Spending Willpower - Activating a Virtue (Courage): +3 dice, facing powerful foes

Dexterity + Marksmanship + FN P90 + Long Burst + Virtue - Multiple Action Penalty = 11d10

Multiple Long Burst: 11d10.hits(7) = 6 successes

Next Tick: 20, DV 3, WP 4/6, Clip 4/50

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The second spray of bullets did the trick. The alien shuddered as bullets tore through it, throwing its body to the ground. Yseult was the only one left standing; the girl was slowly calming down, though her eyes were still wide and dazed. Dylan wasn't moving.

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Yseult's damage before soak: 5 sux

Yseult's damage before soak: 3 sux

Combat is done.

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A furious torrent raging through her veins, Yseult keep her movements sure and steady. She had to be cool, calm. Ice. She looked down the hallway, ears straining, all senses tuned for any more approaching hostiles. Finding the way clear, she glided up to the downed aliens and, taking no chances, fired a round into each of their heads, then plugged in a fresh clip.

With a boot, she flipped one of the alien's odd, stockless rifle... things to her hands, studying it. It was one of the weirdest weapons she had ever seen, awkward looking, awkward feeling, but it had put Dylan down with a single shot. Lips tight, she made her way back to her downed partner and the bewildered civilian.

"Tenez à cette arme, petite fille," Yseult told the young girl with restrained firmness, pulling her to her feet and pressing the Wraith weapon into her hands. A part of her considered that the squints might be able to figure what the hell the thing was. Then she went to a knee at Dylan's side, feeling for a pulse, finding one. Though she didn't sigh in relief - surely not - her nostrils flared, exhaling a breath she had been holding.

"Bon. Bon. Regina, vous venez avec nous. Restez près de moi et suivez-moi." Yseult clipped Dylan's P90 to his harness, slipped the Life-Signs Detector that he had dropped into a pocket, then with a small grunt, she swung her husband across her muscled shoulders in a fireman's carry. "Maintenant, restez calme et suivez-moi."

Her free arm holding up the familiar weight of the P90, Yseult loped up the hallway, close to one of the ways, back the way they had came on the path to the outside and the puddle-jumper. She glanced once over her shoulder, giving 'Regina' a hard-eyed look, jerking her chin sharply forward, making sure she was following.

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"Hold on to this weapon, little girl"

"Good. Good. Regina, you are coming with us. Stay close to me and follow me."

"Now, stay quiet and follow me."

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The woman stumbled along behind the sergeant, numbly clutching the weapon that had been thrust at her. Her eyes were wide now, the pupils hugely dilated in the strange light of the Wraith ship. The awful noise had stopped and she was certain that there'd been something before it, something important, but it was gone now so she was walking. She blinked, trying to remember who she was with and why she was carting something for them. Darkness...that's who she was with, so it must be lab equipment. She shifted the object gently in her hands, all the focus she could muster on not dropping it even though her hands were shaky the room hallway didn't seem to want to stay in the same shape or location and she didn't know where they were going. Both relieved and apprehensive, she tried to keep pace with the one in front of her. They were carrying someone, so either Darkness was hungry now or he was ready for a test of some sort. There'd been a test already, though, hadn't there?

The woman kept her head down, peering at the odd weapon as if she wasn't sure if was going to fire on her of it's own accord if she dropped or if she held it too tightly. She'd already nearly stumbled into a wall, but she wasn't complaining or making much noise, which was better than Dylan had been doing before the shooting started. She'd caught Yseult's movement and attempted to hurry faster, not wanting to face Darkness' disappointment or anger for taking too long to get to him. A few moments later the sergeant managed to untangle the woman and the weapon, scooped her unconscious husband back over her shoulder and get them moving in the right direction again - slowly enough to avoid another incident, hopefully.
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Yseult carefully navigated through the building, using the life sensor to guide them. She remembered the way out; that wasn't the problem. The problem was that according to the life sensor, they wer rapidly running out of room to navigate. Twice they had to duck down a hallway while large groups - six or more - of those aliens scurried past. It sounded like someone had kicked a wasps nest and all the wasps were running around, looking for someone to sting.

Yseult was relieved when she saw the daylight and the tunnel outside. Grinning, she headed out, double-timing it. A glance back showed that the captive was still stumbling along, her eyes blank and glassy.

Yseult pushed them through the woods, unerringly finding their way back. As she drew close to the puddlejumper, the soldiers guarding it spun to see her. "Is the Major with you?" one asked, looking past her.

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"No. Bastard aliens have some sorta tazer thing, took Harvey down with one shot."

Yseult continued pass the thin ring of soldiers then set Dylan in the back of the puddlejumper. With a firm hand in her shoulder, Yseult guided the stumbling captive into the puddlejumper next to Dylan and pressed her down to sit next to him. "Restez ici." After a moment, she added a mollifying, "S'il vous plais."

Giving the girl a direct stare, wondering if she understood, Yseult gave her a nod then stood up, swinging her Barret XM500 from her shoulder. Let's see how the fuckers handle a fifty caliber slug. She joined the other soldiers ringing the puddlejumper, taking cover against a tree, and leveling her sniper rifle the way she had come.

"Major Sheppard and El-Tee Ford went to check a different group of life signs while Harvey and I found us the 'tit blonde. Told us not to rendezvous but head back here." Without taking her eyes off their surroundings, she hooked a thumb over her shoulder, indicating said 'tit blonde. "Anyone here speak that Latinese shit the Ancients spoke? The blonde seems to understand French well enough, but I can barely make out what she's saying with that gobbledygook."

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A sizzling hum tore through the air as Major Sheppard and some of the former prisoners came barreling up. A strange craft tore overhead and the soldiers all opened fire on it. Sheppard 'liberated' a heavy gun from one of the men and turned his fire on the craft. Within moments, they'd shot it down, and Sheppard ran back the way he'd come. More than one soldier tried to follow, but his terse command sent them back.

The soldiers waited, taking shots at any enemy they saw. Less than six minutes later, Sheppard came back with the native woman and Ford. They scrambled aboard the jumper, but as the door closed, a pulse of energy caught Sheppard in the back. The major collapsed and was dragged aboard by Yseult and the native woman.

Grimly, Vinny took the pilot's seat and got them into the air, applying the cloak as they rose. As Ford stumbled into the seat next to him, the leiutenant muttered, "I'm just glad the hard part is behind us."

They broke atmosphere and saw the alien ships arranged around the StarGate. "Fuckin' jinxed us," Vinny growled, staring at the trap. "Hang onto your asses." By the time everyone realized he was talking to them, the ship was dropping cloak and banking around. "Get ready to dial home," Vinny ordered Ford as the first explosion shook their ship.

"Doesn't this thing have weapons?" Ford asked.

Vinny smirked as rays of yellow disengaged from the ship, curving back to impact with the pursuing craft. "Yeah," he drawled, grinning like a fool. This was awesome.

The puddlejumper curved back, responding to Vinny's merest thought. It gave him a maneuverability he'd never had before. He was still grinning as he weaved around the Wraith ships, drawing them away. Finally, he shouted, "Now!" and Ford began to dial. The warp shimmered into place just before the puddlejumper crossed the point of no return.

They appeared to be going too fast, but the jumper stopped itself, coming to a perfect halt in front of gate. Behind them, the shield flared to life, and two objects were disintegrated against it. Vinny nodded to the people watching them, smirking. Why not? He was the man of the hour - well, all hours, but this was unquestionable to even the most critical disbeliever. He thumbed the radio and said, “Rescue team reporting in. We need medical in the jumper bay.” At that, the ship began to rise into the bay, as if it had understood his words.

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As soon as the rear hatch to the puddlejumper opened, Yseult helped Dylan and Sheppard onto the gurneys of the waiting medical team. And if her hands lingered just a trace long on Dylan, she told herself it was just because she was restraining the urge to throttle him.

She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but the dogfight in space had been nerve-wracking, knowing that one stray shot, and it would have been all over, there wouldn't have been a thing she could have done.

Yseult's attention was diverted when she saw the drugged blonde stumble out of the puddlejumper, hands juggling the Wraith weapon as she almost dropped it. With a put-upon sigh, the muscular woman stalked back to the former captive and grabbed the Wraith Stunner out of her hands before she ended up zapping herself (which might have been a relief) or someone else (which would have been more annoying).

"Venez avec moi, nous allons avez-vous vérifié, pour s'assurer que vous êtes bien, okay?" Yseult asked Regina, placing a calloused hand in the small of her back and firmly directing her after the rest of the medical team.

One of the Medtechs noticed the state of the dazed blonde and immediately turned checked on her, flashing a penlight in her eyes, studied the huge dilation of her pupils. "You, Sergeant! What happened to this poor woman?"

Yseult folded her muscled arms, and tapped the Wraith Stunner at her side, icy blue eyes narrowed on the Medtech. "Dunno. Found her in a lab or something at the Wraith base. I think she's drugged or something. Why don't you find someone who speaks this fucking Ancient Latin-babble and ask her yourself, eh?"

"And here, catch!" With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the Wraith weapon at the Medtech, who dropped his penlight and had to move fast to catch it. "Harvey and Sheppard was shot with one of these things - knocked them out cold. Try not to stab yourself in the foot with it."

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"Come with me, we are going to have you checked out, to make sure you are okay, okay?"

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The woman blinked, starting back as the Sergeant casually tossed the stunner towards her and the Medtech. Between the adrenaline, the time, and the strange familiarity of her surroundings, she was finally starting to overcome the effects of the drug; the world was no less confusing or disorienting, but she was able to put proper names to items and dredge up the terrifying conclusion that she wasn't in Darkness' lab anymore. Or even on the hiveship. Her mind shied away from thinking about where it looked like she might be and instead homed in on the primitive words of the strangers around her and the bulky, unsophisticated technology that littered the spaces around them.

She eyed the Medtech that was slowly turning the stunner over in his hands warily, and glanced between him and the loud dark-haired woman that she vaguely remembered tugging her off of the lab table and following her through the corridors of the hive. Her voice was a mix of tentative fear and brittle bravery, "W-where am I? Who a-are you? Take me home."

Her English sounded as Midwestern as the Medtech's, or close enough for anyone not a trained linguist. Yseult could read the tensed lines of the woman's body: any sudden movements or loud noises from them and she'd likely bolt out the nearest open door.
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Yseult studied the blond girl anew, as high-strung as a rabbit and with vocal skills better than a parrot's. The dilation of her pupils had receded some and now she could see that her eyes were a brilliant hazel. Pretty eyes, even hopped up on Wraith Juice or whatever. Yseult had to stifle the urge to yell 'boo' just to see her reaction.

Instead, summoning up whatever meager empathy she could, Yseult nodded at the Medtech then gently guided the girl to a seat an extended nacelle of one of the puddlejumpers. She ground her teeth, then exhaled through her nostrils with the effort of keeping her tone mild. Mon Dieu du putain! I hate dealing with people.

"You are speaking very well, ma belle. This is Atlantis. I am called Yseult - Yseult - and we are..." Yseult circled a hand, indicating everyone else scurrying around, "explorers, from far, far away. We have freed you from these 'Wraith' and if we can, yes, we will try to get you home. I can't keep calling you 'girl'. How are you named? Regina, did you say?"

Keeping a ear cocked to hear the girl's reply, Yseult tilted her head to whisper into the radio at her shoulder. "Anytime someone from the diplomatic corps can get here, it would be bloody appreciated."

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She tried to follow what the dark haired woman was saying, but it was confusing. The language was simple, but she lacked enough vocabulary and some of the things she was saying simply weren't allowed to be. She peered suspiciously around the room, blinking rapidly as if her eyes still hadn't adjusted to the light. "Where am I? Truthly. Truly? You take me from home."

She sighed and looked at Yseult almost as if she pitied her. "Keeper will want me, will send for me. Darkness will look for me. Send me home. Then run." There was no malice or threat in the young woman's bearing, just a terrible certainty that this was how it would be. "Run far into the deep void. Or die."

After a beat of silence she shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself, balancing precariously on the edge of the nacelle and said something softly to herself in what Yseult had termed 'that Ancient Latin-babble.'
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Cold, blue eyes narrowed on the muttering girl. With her lost inside her own head, Yseult whispered into the radio once more. "Might have another source of concern. Seems like some natives have been either domesticated or suffer from extreme Stockholm syndrome, at least this one is."

Yseult leaned over placing a hand on the girl's thigh, giving her a little shake. "Hey. Hey, we will do what we can to keep you safe here." Yseult smiled, but there was nothing mirthful about it. "Where we're from, we're an ornery lot. We don't like to run. And whatever you think, that place wasn't your home." I fucking hope not. "If 'Keeper' and 'Darkness' come asking around for you, they'll have to live," Or die, "with the disappointment."

Yseult's face softened, her smile growing moderately more genuine. "This is truly Atlantis. Don't know how safe it is though." Merde! I need a cigarette...

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She shook her head, her mind running in circles that kept falling apart. She hugged her knees tightly to her chest, still balanced on the nacelle, and whispered, "Atlantis est absentis. Nos no is discedo. Tunc nos erant no abeo. Nos erant totus unus in obscurum."

She looked around the room again, still shaking, "Nos es non volo ut exsisto hic. Nos postulo dimitto. Atlantis est non tutus. Nusquam est tutus. Atlantis est absentis. Nos no is discedo."

"Custodis ero iratus per is unus." She pulled back in on herself, staring at the floor and whispering to herself, "Ego sum volo futurus per Obscurum. Non per extraneus. Non hic."

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Oh, great! Fou-girl is serving a good ol' helping of gibberish, yum! Polly does not get a cracker. When the fuck is the translator gonna get here?

With a deceptive disinterest, Yseult lounged against the nacelle next to the crazy girl, keeping an eye on her from the corner of her eye, to make sure didn't hurt herself or do anything... dangerously crazy. Yseult listened to the barely intelligible muttering for all of five minutes before getting fed up. Being a soldier, one learned patience, but patience in the field was different than patience for a drugged out native.

"Okay, let's go," Yseult said, gently prodding the girl to her feet and trying to guide her to the medical bay. "I want to check on someone and let's see if the docs can flush that crap from your system. Maybe it'll make you a little easier to understand." Though I doubt it, she thought, while radioing in the change of location and another brittle request for a translator/babysitter.

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"I'm already in the medbay," Dr. Weir said over the radio in reply to Moreau's request. "I think my Ancient's up to the task of translation. I'll take her when she gets here."

Yseult heaved a sigh of relief and prodded the girl to move a little faster. The leader of the expidition was probably visiting with Sheppard. Yseult smirked a bit at the woman's obvious favortism, wondering if she'd manage to tone it down before it caused issues.

However, Dr. Weir wasn't waiting by Sheppard's side; she was gazing down at Dylan with concern. As Yseult came in, she heard Dr. Beckett saying, "... we know more. I have seen n'thing to indicate that he won' recover in time."

"Thank you," Weir said as she caught sight of Yseult and her guest. "Keep me informed of his status," she added with a gentle squeeze on Carson's arm. She met Yseult halfway across the room, glancing down at Regina. She looked briefly at Yseult. "I apologize about the delay; I wanted to speak to her first, but needed to check on Dylan first."

Without further information, the doctor met the glazed, frightened eyes of their newest guest. "Welcome to Atlantis," she told the girl in basic, carefully mispronounced Ancient. "You're safe here, and... I am eager to have your staying." She wasn't bad at the language; she simply hadn't grown up with it. Which was a little odd to Regina - most people she'd met spoke it as the common tongue of the universe.

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