Aberrant: Stargate Universe - Prologue: The Rescue and aftermath

[z028 Riley]

Kyria nodded and motioned to other telepath to move into the hallway. She waited until the prisoners (along with the guards being escorted by one of them) were gathered up near her and then did another check on the floor for minds.

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(14:44:30) ChatBot: (Kyria) rolls 5d10 and gets 1,9,2,7,9.

3 successes

[Forge]

Originally Posted By: Adrian Moss

"All of you. Move to the end of the hallway. Follow the Specialist and she'll take you to our egress point. Hurry. The building is wired for detonation."

As if finally noticing that the calvary was here, Vinny allowed his glass shield to disappate as he yelled back at Captain Caine, "I'm not leavin' til we've cleared the place...sir." The last added almost as an afterthought as he turned away from the Captain and headed to the first occupied room he saw.

[Luchian]

Taylor nods to Kyria. He grabs what he can of his clothing and bedsheets, hoping to make some impromptu tourniquets and apply pressure to the wounds. Maybe it'll help, and keep him from holding everyone up. No need to leave a trail of blood for the bad guys to follow.

While Kyria pauses, he sits back, and tends to his wounds. Having something to do, to occupy his mind and take up his time, helps to clear his head. He doesn't look as nervous with a task on hand.

Click to reveal.. (medicine)

7d10=40 2 I think. I'm assuming a higher difficulty.

[Jaunt]

Jaunt spasmed and fell over.

[Mr Fox]

Nearly all the prisoners were now out in the hallway having overcome their guards. From one of the doors on the right near the elevators a guard crawled bleeding and appearing to not have the use of his legs.

((I believe we are in round 4. If there is anyone left that has not gone please do so. There is one door on the left that is locked and no gunfire or prisoners have come from it.))

[Ryan Hawke]

Ryan walks out after having snatched up the other rifle and placed the barrel to the base of the soldier's skull. "You watched me bench half a metric ton, and then demolish the bag, and then at a red alert, you barge into my room and you and your partner turn your weapons on me. I want answers right Goddamn now. Tell me What the HELL is going on, Now!"

His patience was worn extremely thin, and his anger was showing. only out of the corner of his eye did he notice the others coming up on him. Both guns locked and loaded, it's very plain to see Ryan is a highly trained Marine, much as his fatigues state.

[Adrian Moss]

Turning back around, Caine sees the battered man crawl out of one of the cells followed by a very irrate former prisoner. The Captain doesn't quite point his weapon at the irritable newcomer.

"Caine, US AirForce. We are what's happening. Now, if you can benchpress a ton you won't mind picking up that poor bastard," motioning to the crawling man, "and heading back that way," motioning down the hallway for Kyria. This place is wired and its time for you to be exiting. Comprende?"

While he talked, there was a hard smile on his face, though it was difficult to see what, if anything, he found amusing.

[Ryan Hawke]

Ryan's own training kicks in as he withdraws the gun and smacks the guy on the floor hard on the back of the head with his fist, rendering him unconscious. He slings one of the guns over his shoulder and carries the MP with his Right arm and the gun in his left. "Alright. He starts heading towards the woman Caine had indicated, mindful of the guy in his hand and the one at his back.

[Omar]

The place had devolved into a chaotic mass of confused prisoners who stumbled, ran and crawled down the hall towards Kyria or any exit available. The Captain and Kyria were doing their best to organize the escapees, but the knowledge that the place was rigged to explode did not help matters. It was like herding a colony of paniked cats.

Omar still had a door to go through. It was locked and no sound could be hear from the other side. He put a hand on each side of the door and pushed the door off its hinges.

Click to reveal.. (Might)

(22:06:53) ChatBot: (Omar_Khudikias) rolls 6d10 and gets 3,10,6,2,9,5.[2 successes]

[Adrian Moss]

"Omar. Last door. We need to be moving. Alpha has to be close to the target by now. Who knows what calamity that'll bring."

He hoped the big man wouldn't have any trouble. Caine would be hard pressed to drag the big man back. Leaving him wasn't an option and never crossed his mind."

"Kyria, let me know when you link up with the teams coming up from the lower floors and don't forget that kid I dropped."

Caine felt bad about that, but what choice had he really had.

[z028 Riley]

"Understood, Captian."

She gave orders for the former prisoners to continue on without her for a moment towards the egress position and sprinted over to where Caine had shot the fleeing boy. She picked him up easily if awkwardly, eventually draping him over her back and leaning forward to balance him there, almost piggy-back style. She ran back to the other escapees.

"Let's get moving. This way."

[Stargaizer]

As Omar smashed the door off its' hinges, a laptop went flying by, completely missing everything except the wall across the hallway.

From inside the room came a wimpering "Please don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

[The Red Man]

Originally Posted By: Kyria Thea

"Let's get moving. This way."

"Roger." Declan's deep voice was cold as he moved to follow the woman out. He kept his gun levelled at the floor, the wounded man still dangling from his right hand as he moved with easy grace to the stairwell door.

[Mr Fox]

As the seconds dragged interminably on the prisoners began making their way to the extraction point led by Kyria and other SGC members. Major Caine did a quick sweep down the hallway but found no further prisoners. He did find a number of dead or bleeding guards who had discovered the hard way that the prisoners were no easy meat. He felt pretty good that all prisoners were accounted for.

***

Omar found a laptop sailing past his head as he busted the door open. It flew wide enough that he didn't even need to duck.

***

When the prisoners reached the extraction point they found themsleves somewhat disoriented as they were suddenly somewhere else, in a relatively small room with a technical console of some kind behind which sat another guy in the SGC bdu's and an honest to goodness alien. Stood only four feet tall, green/grey skin with big black eyes. It just looked up and blinked placidly as it made a movement with it's hand and then the prisoners were someplace else. The room was large and made primarily of concrete and steel. One side of the area was dominated by a massive metal ring adorned with the same kind of odd symbols that the stone artifact had been. Opposite the ring halfway up the wall was a large glass thick glass window.

From speakers came the voice of a man who stood inside the booth, "I am General O'neil of the US Air Force. Please cooperate with the airmen and we will get you all the medical attention you might require as well as some fresh clothes. You will also be debriefed shortly and then we can see about what to do with you all."

[Omar]

,,

Quote:

"Please don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

Omar walked into the room to where he heard the voice.

"I am not here to kill you." His deep voice was dampened by the walls of the room. "We came to get you out of here before this place comes down around our heads."

[Ryan Hawke]

Ryan drops the unconscious soldier to the floor after A LOT of wierdness happens and casually lowers his gun, not all the way but enough to be non-threatening. He looks around at the others. "Didn't get the chance to say thanks earlier. "I'm Major Ryan Hawke, Thanks getting me out of a bad situation."

When one of the medics shows up he nods to the guy at his feet. "He's got a broken leg and possibly a concussion, he should live."

[Adrian Moss]

Seeing something coming out of the room down the hall,

"Omar? Are you good."

He moved a bit down the hallway. Time was running out. Alpha had to be at the device by now and if that former engineer was right, this place could go up at any moment. His mind remained and icy calm as he approached at a jog the door Omar had gone through.

[The Red Man]

The disorientation of the teleporting set his mind firmer into a defensive pattern and Declan blinked, the gun half-raising as he saw the large circular device and the armed men moving forward. The approaching medics froze as his silver eyes locked onto them and the airmen.

The cold metallic gaze flicked around the chamber, analysing the entrances and exits, assessing the tactical situation, examining the thick glass booth above him. Like a sci-fi killer android, Declan's vision was overlayed with probable fields of fire, kill zones, and the next ten moves he would make in the dance of death that would shortly erupt in the chamber.

He kept his grip on the wounded man he carried, ready to use him as a shield. His bare feet scuffed, barely perceptibly, on the floor as he set himself to explode into motion. The voice of command from overhead sounded tinny, far away, and Declan felt his heart-rate rising past human cardiac arrest limits. His body remained loose and flexible, but the tension showed as the frightened man's jaw clenched.

Not again! Please god no!

[z028 Riley]

Kyria caught the aggressive stance of the former prisoner that had met her carrying his former guards. She didn't need telepathy to understand what was going through his head, and with Omar still at the facility, she was the most likely to survive if he went ballistic on someone. She laid the boy she'd been carrying on the floor and moved directly in front of the tense man, only a few inches from the raised barrel of his gun. The situation would have looked comical, the slip of teen in slightly too large BDU's standing between one man and a unit of highly trained US Airmen, but the SGC was used to the unusual bordering on the absurd.

"My name is Kyria. If you shoot that gun, you're going to kill me. We're trying to help you, but we can't do that if we're dead. You're in a safe place, but we're going to need to disarm you so we can safely make sure that you're alright. I understand that this is strange, and that strange can often be frightening, but we came to rescue you and the others. We came to help. Please let us help you." As she spoke she motioned to the medics and airmen that had been heading towards them to wait. She nodded to the other prisoners, some of whom were badly injured. "They need help, too."

[The Red Man]

The girl was speaking to him.

She was different, not like the others. She was beautiful, and seemed too young to be in uniform. She carried herself confidently, but without arrogance. Her words dimly penetrated his combat-focused forebrain, but the tone carried further. She called him back to himself. The hard crystalline thought patterns gave way under Declan's basic humanity.

*Explosions all around - the smell of propellant - screams - blood - wounded and dying men - Oh god I shot them jesus I could have killed them like I killed the others oh shit god no...so much blood too much blood*

His hands opened spasmodically, the badly wounded NID soldier and the black MP-5 hitting the ground at the same time, one with a thump, the other with a clatter, as the silver eyes filled with tears of pain that went deeper than the merely physical.

Declan sank to the floor like a puppet with it's strings cut, sitting and burying his head in the cradle of his arms. His only movement was the shaking of his broad shoulders as the formerly grim-faced killer shed silent tears.

[Stargaizer]

Samuel looked up at Omar, a tremble in his lip. He was crouched between the now battered doorframe and the desk, trying to make himself as small as he possibly could.

"So... so, you're not the bad guys here to k... kill us all...?"

[z028 Riley]

Kyria motioned the personnel forward once the man had collapsed in on himself. She knelt down in front of him, placing a tentative hand on his arms and softly touching his mind. As his chaotic thoughts and memories spilled across her mind she sent to him, It's okay. I think...I think I kind of understand what happened to you.

It was hard to get a firm grip on the course of events in his life, or even the past few days. His psyche was hurt, badly wounded and never tended to by those who should have been helping. She reached into his mind more firmly now, locking away from his conscious mind the most violent and disturbing of his memories. It would only last for a while, and he'd have to come to terms with what he had done and had done to him if he was ever to heal completely, but for now this should be enough to get him into the infirmary and cared for without him killing any of the medical personnel.

"Declan?" She hoped a personal approach would help keep him calm. "Can you stand up now? It's time to go to the infirmary. I'll stay with you for now, if that's okay?"

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(18:55:41) ChatBot: (KyriaThea) rolls 5d10 and gets 1,9,2,1,1.

1 success for telepathic scanning and contact

(19:01:50) ChatBot: (KyriaThea) rolls 5d10 and gets 7,7,9,3,4.

Three successes for memory alteration, which can alter up to important information: vital personal information, blackmail information, insider information. pg. 225, Core book.

Declan's player relented on the willpower resistance as he did not believe his character was in any state to resist.

[The Red Man]

The girl had done something, he knew. Her touch on his arm had been followed by a cool, compassionate voice in his head, and then the pain... went away. It felt like having a tooth pulled: a rotten, painful tooth that left an odd hollow sensation behind it where the pain had once been. His tears ceased to flow, and he wondered where they had come from in the first place.

Slowly, as she spoke his name, the veteran lifted his eyes to hers, and beyond the remnants of tears unshed, Kyria saw gratitude in that inhumanly glittering stare. He nodded in response to her question and, taking her hand as though it were a lifeline, he got to his feet.

The two regarded each other for a moment as the medics swarmed around the other ex-prisoners and the few NID captives. Declan looked down at Kyria and murmured "Thank you."

[z028 Riley]

She smiled gently up at the man, her own sense of direction and self-worth starting to heal itself, "Like I said, we're here to help."

She squeezed his hand and led them both to a waiting medic, and then on to the infirmary.

[Rorx]

Gwyn looked around the room they had appeared in, carefully looking for signs of this facility being rigged for demolition as well.

Well at least this lot announce themselves as US Airforce rather than skulking around about who they are. A welcome from a General no less, that should be traceable if I ever get access to an uncontrolled data source.

Gradually with the easing of the stress he feels the powers fading away, trying to work out how to call them back as they go.

[Omar]

The man in the room was obviously frightened. It didn't help that Omar was an imposing figure with dinnerplate sized hands and shoulders over a meter wide.

"No time to explain. If you want to live, you will follow me... Now!" Omar put emphasis into the now, hoping to frighten the young man into obeying. If the man still cowers, Omar will grab him, tuck him under his arm, and run out of the room towards the exit.

Click to reveal.. (Intimidation)

(19:50:38) ChatBot: (Omar_Khudikias) rolls 6d10 and gets 7,7,7,1,9,8. [5 successes]

[Stargaizer]

Samuel let his eyes get wider as he nodded at the edifice of a man. He nodded and shuffled around the man, trying to stay as far away from him as humanly possible while still doing what he asked.

Once in the hallway, he scurried towards the extraction point that they had shuffled everybody else to, pausing only momentarially in front of the artifact room, and shouting out to the 'rescuers', "What you all want is in there, just DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING THAT GLOWS!"

After his outburst he put his head down and tried to blend in with any of the others waiting for extraction. That went pretty well I think...

[Adrian Moss]

"Omar, he's the last one. Let's go."

"Alpha team, an ex-prisoner has verified the target is in the indicated room. Good luck you guys."

"SGC, this is Caine, we are exiting now."

Once Omar had passed him, Caine backed himself out of the vicinity post haste.

[Mr Fox]

The Prometheus didn't bother waiting for the last three to get to the extraction point. As soon as they were out of the damping field that prevented beaming, they were pulled out appearing on the Prometheus. Two seconds later they were in the SGC with the rest of the rescuers and prisoners.

[Forge]

Seeing that 'Omar' had the last room well in hand, Vinny resigned himself to obeying Caine's orders, following Kyria to the check point.

~~

A brief flash of white light put him in the not-so-familiar setting of the Prometheus just long enough for him to get a look at the Asgard.

Good Lord, they're ugly sonsabit--

Another flash of light saw him staring at the Gate Room, surrounded by armed men. The voice of General O' Neil turned Vinny's attention as he looked up to the Control Room. The General was busy surveying all the new arrivals, but Lt. Wright managed to make eye contact briefly and all it took was a slight shake of O'Neil's head to confirm what Vinny already knew-- that he was the only one left from his team.

The adrenaline gone, and his will beaten, Lt. Wright slumped, giving himself over to the airmen, hardly noticing what was going on around him or where they led him, silent tears building in his eyes and head hung low.

Why me...?

[Amarant]

Walker hadn't been prepared for that...

He'd silently followed along with the escapees, not quite able to bring himself to reveal his presence to those around him, but having every intention of doing so before the actual extraction, when suddenly they'd all appeared somewhere else! And then they'd appeared somewhere else again!

And was that an alien he'd seen for a moment there?

Definitely a moment to remember...

But for now he had another issue to deal with, which was that he was now surrounded by armed US Airmen, none of whom knew he was there, and who may or may not react favorably to his sudden appearance. What to do, what to do?

Walker took stock of the room he was in, gauging the sightlines as he'd been trained to do. He wanted to pick a spot that would put him more or less in with the other escapees, but not directly in anyone's immediate sightline. He'd already come to terms with the fact that the US AirForce had rescued them (a galling truth for a Navy SEAL), and had no real problems with them knowing he could now... turn invisible... but he wanted to break it to them easy, and not get shot while he was at it.

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(08:42:25) I never thought I'd make this roll...

Stealth roll to become visible again with as few people as possible seeing it (preferably no one). Roll does not include his "stealthy feet", since I don't see them as having any impact here.

ChatBot: (whitearrow) rolls 9d10 and gets 2,2,6,9,5,4,7,9,10.

(08:42:35) (whitearrow): Stealth roll is... pretty decent...

(08:42:43) (whitearrow): 4 sux

Unnoticed by most ((OOC: and possibly all... *looks to Fox questioningly*)), a man silently slid into view in a corner of the room. He was bearfoot and wearing the stereotypical hospital "pajamas" as all the other escapees, and he looked a bit apprehensive, but was otherwise a perfectly normal, even average individual. There was nothing really to mark him out as someone special - unless you counted his apparent ability to appear out of nowhere...

[Adrian Moss]

Having gotten his team and a good many ex-prisoners (and some new prisoners) back, Caine's mind switched gears. He moved his way though the crowd.

"Kyria, Omar, to me."

Once his team mates got around him,

"General, Team Romeo ready to go back in and aid Team Alpha."

Team Alpha was having problems and Caine wanted to help them out. Leave no man behind was more than a motto, it was a code to live by.

[Stargaizer]

They're going back... this could be a good chance to get in good with them. I'll loose my anonimity, but it will be a good chance to maybe gain some standing with them...

Samuel spoke up after Caine but before the General could respond. He addressed the same person/direction that Caine had. "General, thanks for getting me out of that hell hole, but if you're sending anybody back to help, you should send me too. I was the one the NID roped into being in charge of study of the artifact. I was their head... computer guy, and I can help your guys safely get into the artifact room and safely get it ready for transport. I can also help your guys find any data that might be left after the data wipe, maybe even find what it was that hampered your entrance."

Samuel was stretching a bit with the last part, but he assumed that if two teams were sent in, and they ended up that far apart (assuming the same method of entrance and exit), and the fact that the team that made it back safely wanted to go back and 'help', then something unforseen/unwanted had probably happened at the very beginning.

[Mr Fox]

General O'neil's voice came over the speakers, "No go son. Team Alpha should be clear momentarily. They are already in the room with the artifact. Major Caine, please see to those we rescued. Make sure they are escorted to the infirmary and shown due curtesy, then get them settled for debrief. I want the preliminary reports on my desk in three hours."

((It has now been several rounds, by this time Alpha will have completed their mission. Just need to wait for them to catch up on posting.))

[Adrian Moss]

"Yes Sir," Caine says as his body tenses.

Looking to the guy who volunteered to come along.

"Maybe next time. Right now, why don't we get you cleared through security and you can bring us up to speed on what you know. From there, who knows. They may put you back on the project," he adds with a grin.

To the room in general,

"Okay. Everyone wouned come with Specialist Kyria and Omar. They will lead you to the infirmary."

"Everyone who has miraculously remained unscathed, come with me to Security so we can determine who you are, what you can do, and what your variety of options will be."

[Stargaizer]

After the General nixed the rescue attempt, Samuel mentally kicked himself for exposing himself... but how'd he know that these people wouldn't allow the calvery to come in?

Then Caine spoke to him. Maybe not everything had been lost.

With a bit of a flourish, he motioned for Caine to lead the way. His voice was calm, cool, collected and grateful. "Lead the way, sir."

[Rorx]

Well, looks like I'm heading to Security then. At least I told them about the demo charges, hopefully that will count in my favour.

Gwyn starts heading after Caine with the rest of the able bodied, testing out his flight as he goes, alternating between walking and floating just above the surface. So while he is watching where he is going and those around him, he is slightly distracted by the unusual sensation of trying to control the flight as well.

[Ryan Hawke]

Ryan follows Caine, unsure of everything that just happened. "Well out of one base and into another... I swear it's a never ending thing with this outfit." He mutters as he is lead to security.

[The Red Man]

The first problem came when the medic checked Declan out. With Kyria still holding his hand he sat placidly, his gaze on the floor and seemingly uncaring as the medic took his vitals. The man looked at Declan quizzically then looked at Kyria.

"His pulse is 20." The medic blinked and took Declan's wrist again, measuring. "Yeah, I did it right. 20 beats per minute resting." Another medic came over.

"You did it wrong."

"I didn't! Check for yourself."

"No-one's got a pulse of 20 unless they're about to pop." The second medic, with an air of impatience, took Declan's wrist. Kyria felt the hand she was holding tighten a little, but there was no other reaction as the skeptic's eyes widened. "Shit. You're right. Check his blood pressure."

They rolled his sleeve up. Declan remained still, almost limp as the slid the cuff up over his muscular arm. A couple more medics looked over from the patients and prisoners they were attending to as the two with Declan crowded to read the meter.

"90 over 60." A whistle.

"Low but strong. The guy's got to have a heart like an elephant." They looked at Declan, then at Kyria. "Well, he's a regular freak of nature, but he's not wounded, miss. Better send him to Security like the Major asked."

Declan's grip tightened again on the red-haired girl's hand.

"Hey, buddy?" The medic's voice was not unkind. "You need to go over there. C'mon, you're not wounded." He placed a friendly hand on Declan's shoulder...

...then recoiled as Declan's head shot up, the black pupils shrinking to pinpricks inside the silver irises. His grip was tight on Kyria's hand, and she could feel him trembling, fighting some impulse as he studied the white-coated man in front of him.

The moment passed, but the color didn't return to the medic's face as Dec's head dropped again, eyes seeking the floor. His voice was low and quiet as he spoke.

"Sor-sorry. Just don't... touch me." He tilted his head towards Kyria, still not looking up. "Are you coming? To security?"

((OOC Note: Lowest recorded resting heart rate for a human is a 5 time Tour De France winner Miguel Indurain, at 28 beats per minute. Now he was a fit mofo.))

[Omar]

Omar helps carry any wounded incapable of walking, as he leads the walking-wounded to the infirmary.

This mission was not like the others he'd been on. In those cases, he was the leader and far more powerful. he wondered how his new 'employer's' would readct if they truly knew how powerful he was..and could become again. For now though, he had a new crop of novas to mentor. Their lives were changed forever and they were going to need guidance. he and Kyria would try their best to help.