Aberrant: Stargate Universe - Land of the Lost (Combat Oriented Mission)

[The Red Man]

Red was having the time of someone else's life.

It was a vicious game to him as he wove, spun, ducked and twirled through the smoke and dust and noise, arms extended either side of him firing off bursts of hard-jacket slugs apparently at random. None of the bursts proved lethal to their targets, but all were crippling injuries. A chorus of agony and shock joined the cacophony of gunfire and explosions. One would almost think he was trying to cause pain and terror in the enemy as he crippled with impunity then danced around their return fire.

Which, of course, he was.

A jaffa charged him from behind a rock, face twisted in aggressive intent. Red's left hand snapped over behind the Ranger's body and three rounds drilled into the alien warrior's face from ten feet away. Red shook his head.

"Yeah, better luck next go-around, chump."

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Activating:

Multitasking (1qp)

-Wits Roll: first 2 dice megas

1d10=3, 1d10=6, 1d10=10, 1d10=9, 1d10=8, 1d10=9 = 4 succs

Quickness x2 (2qp)

Combat Pool of 7 succs from Combat Sense power.

Main Action: Splitting dice pool for 6 actions. Half penalties due to Multitasking, so -3, -3, -4, -4, -5, -5

Note: Dec is using his movements to maneuver in the open, doing his utmost to eliminate cover from the enemy. As such, he has no cover himself. His movements, in addition to bringing him into position for each shot, are also working Dec up to the enemy positions.

#1

Combat move (9.5m) and hold action for defensive action: 9 dice

First 2 dice megas

#2

Combat move (9.5m) and hold action for defensive action: 9 dice

First 2 dice megas

#3

Combat move (9.5m) and 3 round burst with right-hand SMG: 10 dice (-4 to pool, +1 ambidextrous, +2 Burst)

First 2 dice megas

spending 1 combat pool

1d10=2, 1d10=10, 1d10=3, 1d10=8, 1d10=3, 1d10=1, 1d10=2, 1d10=3, 1d10=3, 1d10=7

-1 for three-rnd burst diff, +1 Combat Pool

5 succs

Damage roll 12d10L

1d10=7, 1d10=7, 1d10=6, 1d10=6, 1d10=3, 1d10=9, 1d10=2, 1d10=5, 1d10=5, 1d10=8, 1d10=7, 1d10=7

6 lethal

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#4

Combat move (9.5m) and 3 round burst with left-hand SMG: 10 dice (-4 to pool, +1 ambidextrous, +2 Burst)

First 2 dice megas

spending 1 combat pool

1d10=8, 1d10=6, 1d10=3, 1d10=2, 1d10=1, 1d10=6, 1d10=4, 1d10=4, 1d10=1, 1d10=5

+1 for combat pool, -1 for Burst

2 succs

Damage pool 9d10L

1d10=1, 1d10=8, 1d10=9, 1d10=6, 1d10=8, 1d10=7, 1d10=3, 1d10=1, 1d10=1

4 Lethal

#5

Combat move (9.5m) and 3 round burst with right-hand SMG: 9 dice (-5 to pool, +1 ambidextrous, +2 Burst)

First 2 dice megas

spending 2 combat pool

1d10=6, 1d10=2, 1d10=1, 1d10=2, 1d10=9, 1d10=9, 1d10=6, 1d10=10, 1d10=4

+2 for combat pool, -1 for Burst

4 succs

Damage 11d10L

1d10=2, 1d10=9, 1d10=10, 1d10=2, 1d10=4, 1d10=5, 1d10=3, 1d10=9, 1d10=7, 1d10=6, 1d10=10

5 Lethal

#6

Combat move (9.5m) and 3 round burst with left-hand SMG: 9 dice (-5 to pool, +1 ambidextrous, +2 Burst)

First 2 dice megas

spending 3 combat pool

1d10=10, 1d10=10, 1d10=1, 1d10=9, 1d10=8, 1d10=4, 1d10=1, 1d10=5, 1d10=6

+3 for combat pool, -1 for Burst, -3 for headshot

7 succs

Damage 15d10L

1d10=2, 1d10=5, 1d10=1, 1d10=10, 1d10=3,... 1d10=9, 1d10=7

6 Lethal (Headshot)

Quickness Action No. 1: Combat move (9.5m) and held for defense.

Quickness Action No. 2: Combat move (9.5m) and held for defense.

[Rorx]

Moving slightly to get a shot Gwyn fires a 3-rnd burst from his M-16 at a Jaffa while going Dense, then ducked behinda neaby boulder himself to avoid any return fire.

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3 actions

DI to 3 lvls - M-Str 3 when/if he uses it.

3 rnd Burst = Dex 5 + MDex 2 + Firearms 2 - 4 + 2 for Burst = 5[2]

(23:28:32) ChatBot: (Gwyn) rolls 7d10 and gets 1,6,4,10,8,2,2.

(23:28:41) (Gwyn): 2 sux

Dodge = Dex 5 + M-Dex 2 + Athletics 2 - 5 = 2[2]

(23:28:52) ChatBot: (Gwyn) rolls 4d10 and gets 6,5,10,9.

(23:29:06) (Gwyn): 2 sux

Soak = B=(6+3+6 = 15B), L=(3+3+6 = 12L)

[z028 Riley]

She stayed crouched behind Olivia, thankfull for the protected area to work from. Kyria picked one of the double minds, the hurt and angry one, and delved into the mind, trying to ascertain what was going on from thier point of view. And where they were.

Click to reveal.. (TP roll)

1d10=7, 1d10=6, 1d10=8, 1d10=9, 1d10=10, 1d10=8

5 successes.....IC likes me today....

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Edging to the side at the same steady pace, Olivia continued to hold the shield while peering at the smoke. "Kyria! Can you tell what that is?" she screamed over the sounds of combat.

[Forge]

"He lets loose on some fuckin' jaffa while you're starin', you'll never look a fuckin' sloppy joe in the eye again."

Seeing how effective the psychotic meat-heads were at their jobs, Vinny made the, unlike them, sane decision to keep cover and let loose with more havoc and destruction.

Popping out only briefly, but still behind his blast shield he threw out another mortar, aiming for the back of the combat.

Click to reveal.. (bada boom)

QP: 17 - 2 rounds left on FF til maintenance.

To hit: (16:09:11) ChatBot: (Vinny) rolls 7d10 and gets 4,5,1,4,6,3,9. = 1sux

damage: (16:09:27) ChatBot: (Vinny) rolls 8d10 and gets 8,5,4,9,10,2,8,7. = 5sux+6=11 total

[Ryan Hawke]

Dashing through the rocks, Ryan once again brough his fists to the heads of a pair of unsuspecting Jaffa before taking cover behind another set of rocks.

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-1 qp for multasking

attacks 1

(19:57:28) ChatBot: (Ryan_Hawke) rolls 9d10 and gets 6,9,1,1,9,5,5,9,6.

(19:57:32) ChatBot: (Ryan_Hawke) rolls 2d10 and gets 9,9.

7 successes

damage (20:02:02) ChatBot: (Ryan_Hawke) rolls 10d10 and gets 9,1,6,9,7,6,10,4,8,4. +[10] 15 bashing

attack 2

(19:57:39) ChatBot: (Ryan_Hawke) rolls 9d10 and gets 6,3,10,7,1,5,2,2,6.

(19:57:43) ChatBot: (Ryan_Hawke) rolls 2d10 and gets 3,7.

4 successes

damage (20:02:42) ChatBot: (Ryan_Hawke) rolls 9d10 and gets 4,4,9,8,8,6,5,7,3. +[10] 14 bashing

defense 1

(19:57:47) ChatBot: (Ryan_Hawke) rolls 8d10 and gets 7,9,2,6,6,10,2,7.

(19:57:51) ChatBot: (Ryan_Hawke) rolls 2d10 and gets 4,8.

6 successes

22/26 qp

[The Red Man]

The suppressed stutter of the MP7's fell silent as Red ran out of ammunition and dived behind a rock. The killer considered his options briefly. He could reload, but this pop-gun bullshit was quite frankly boring him and not bringing the fight to any more speedy a conclusion. Not that he was in all that much of a hurry to curtail his fun, but Red's tactical sense told him that the longer the Specialists were bottled up here, the more chance of something going wrong.

"Shock and awe time." he decided as another of Vinny's 'mortars' went off. Dropping the empty guns behind the rock, Red vaulted up and over his cover with a loud whoop which rose above the clamor of battle. He closed on a small knot of Jaffa who were ranged behind a broken line of tumbled boulders, ducking and returning fire on the SGC specialists still near the gate. Red was the furthest from the others, his two-gun rush having carried him into the enemy positions.

That suited Red just fine.

The Jaffa almost didn't see him coming, one catching sight of his blurring shape at the last moment and calling out a warning as he swung his modified staff weapon to bear. By then it was too late: Mercury eyes glinted about a foot in front of the Jaffa's face and he felt a sharp, searing pain in his stomach that ripped up and into his lungs. With a wheezing scream, the alien warrior doubled over, dead before he hit the floor.

The next Jaffa didn't even have time to yell as Red lunged at him over the falling corpse of the first, the silver edge of a blade that was part-Bowie knife, part-machete catching him across the throat and ripping through skin, flesh, windpipe and arteries. Blood sprayed into the face of the third Jaffa, making him flinch back, but the eerily graceful and deadly Taur'i moved with him, wrenching another short sword-like weapon from under the ribs of the first man to die. The third victim managed to dash the blood of his comrade from his eyes in time to see the tip of Red's right-hand blade heading towards his face. He tried to parry but was too slow, the cold-eyed fiend with the manic grin thrusting the long knife straight through the Jaffa's skull hard enough to emerge from the back.

Red flipped the left blade over in his hand, reversing the grip as he spun around the still-standing but very dead Jaffa, his movements a blur streaked with crimson lines that followed the arc of his bloody weapon. He twisted his right wrist savagely, freeing his knife from the last kill as with one fluid motion his free blade sank deep into the chest of the fourth Jaffa. As he twisted that blade into the heart of his victim then ripped it free in a welter of gore Red screamed, a joyous sound of savagely climactic release.

He was blood-mad, as drunk on slaughter as a fox in a henhouse, yet the enhanced killer's brain kept his movements quick and deft, never letting him put a foot wrong as he flipped over the corpse still standing in front of him before it even had time to fall, right-hand blade stabbing back and down, twisting into the groin of Jaffa number five. The man shrieked and collapsed, blood gouting from the wreck of his femoral artery as Red, still screaming like a blood-soaked Maenad, rolled forwards under the guard of the sixth and last Jaffa of the group that had been holding this position.

A blade sank deep into the alien's torso, slipping between two ribs, tearing open the heart, and catching on bone as Red twisted his wrist just enough to make fast the blade's grip. Hefting the bulky humanoid corpse still spitted on his knife as a perverse, gory shield the blood-soaked, unstoppable killer charged the next group of Jaffa, still screaming for slaughter and with a lunatic gleam in his eyes as they peered out from around his makeshift barrier.

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Activating:

Multitasking (1qp)

-Wits Roll: first 2 dice megas

1d10=3, 1d10=6, 1d10=10, 1d10=9, 1d10=8, 1d10=9 = 4 succs

Ultra-Peripheral Perception (1QP)

Quickness x2 (2qp)

Combat Pool of 7 succs from Combat Sense power.

Main Action: Splitting dice pool for 6 actions. Half penalties due to Multitasking, so -3, -3, -4, -4, -5, -5

#1

Melee attack: Dice pool of 13, -3 for multiple action penalty

= 10 dice

First 2 dice megas

1d10=9, 1d10=10, 1d10=5, 1d10=4, 1d10=6, 1d10=9, 1d10=8, 1d10=5, 1d10=2

7 succs to hit

Str 5 + Machete 4d10L + 5 Extra hit succs =

1d10=1, 1d10=2, 1d10=9, 1d10=3, 1d10=5, ... 1d10=8, 1d10=5

poppin' 10s

1d10=6

4 succs + 5 auto from M-S 1

= 9 Lethal.

#2

Melee attack: Dice pool of 13, -3 for multiple action penalty

= 10 dice

First 2 dice megas

1d10=2, 1d10=2, 1d10=7, 1d10=1, 1d10=9, 1d10=9, 1d10=9, 1d10=3, 1d10=4, 1d10=10

5 succs to hit

Str 5 + Machete 4d10L + 4 Extra hit succs =

1d10=10, 1d10=2, 1d10=5, 1d10=5, 1d10=3,... 1d10=4, 1d10=2

poppin' 10s

1d10=2

4 succs + 5 auto from M-S 1

= 9 Lethal.

#3

Melee attack: Dice pool of 13, -4 for multiple action penalty

= 9 dice

First 2 dice megas

1d10=2, 1d10=8, 1d10=2, 1d10=8, 1d10=3, 1d10=3, 1d10=7, 1d10=4, 1d10=6

4 succs to hit

Str 5 + Machete 4d10L + 3 Extra hit succs =

1d10=10, 1d10=3, 1d10=5, 1d10=10, 1d10=7, 1d10=6, 1d10=6, 1d10=9, 1d10=1, 1d10=5, 1d10=8, 1d10=10

poppin' 10s

1d10=8, 1d10=10, 1d10=4

...

1d10=3

8 succs + 5 auto from MS 1

= 13 Lethal

#4

Melee attack: Dice pool of 13, -4 for multiple action penalty

= 9 dice

First 2 dice megas

1d10=10, 1d10=1, 1d10=4, 1d10=8, 1d10=1, 1d10=8, 1d10=9, 1d10=8, 1d10=3

7 succs to hit

Str 5 + Machete 4d10L + 5 Extra hit succs =

1d10=1, 1d10=1, 1d10=8, 1d10=7, 1d10=7, ... 1d10=3, 1d10=3

poppin' 10s

1d10=8, 1d10=10

...

1d10=5

9 succs + 5 auto from MS 1

= 14 Lethal

#5

Melee attack: Dice pool of 13, -5 for multiple action penalty

= 8 dice

First 2 dice megas

Spending 2 combat pool

1d10=5, 1d10=4, 1d10=3, 1d10=4, 1d10=9, 1d10=1, 1d10=6, 1d10=8

+ 2 succs from combat pool

= 4 succs to hit

Str 5 + Machete 4d10L + 3 Extra hit succs =

1d10=4, 1d10=2, 1d10=3, 1d10=3, 1d10=7, 1d10=5, 1d10=6, 1d10=5, 1d10=9, 1d10=4, 1d10=5, 1d10=6

2 succs + 5 auto succs from MS 1

= 7 Lethal

#6

Melee attack: Dice pool of 13, -5 for multiple action penalty

= 8 dice

First 2 dice megas

Spending 2 combat pool

1d10=10, 1d10=4, 1d10=1, 1d10=6, 1d10=4, 1d10=9, 1d10=8, 1d10=4

+ 2 succs from Combat Pool

7 succs to hit

Str 5 + Machete 4d10L + 5 Extra hit succs =

1d10=10, 1d10=5, 1d10=7, 1d10=1, 1d10=1,... 1d10=4, 1d10=5

poppin' 10s

1d10=7, 1d10=9

7 succs + 5 auto from MS 1

= 12 Lethal

Note: Red now has a Jaffa impaled on one blade and is using the poor dead schlub as a shield as he moves towards the rest of them.

He also has 3 of his combat pool left.

Quickness Action No. 1: Move (9.5m) towards the next group and held for defense.

Quickness Action No. 2: Move (9.5m) towards the next group and held for defense.

The rest of the Jaffa might want to run now.

[Mr Fox]

That was it for the Jaffa. Seeing the carnage caused by the blood crazed man and the destruction of nearly half their tribe in the course of only seconds broke their will to fight. Almost as one the Jaffa threw down their weapons and planted themselves face first in the ground kneeling as if before gods and certainly some among the new comers looked the part. As the Jaffa surrendered Omar stood, his massive muscles like a living Hercules, an enemy raised above his head prepared to throw.

Of the original force less than ten jaffa remained unwounded. Men across the battlefield began shouting in Goa'uld, "Have mercy!" None dared to look up at these gods of battle that had come through the Chappa'i.

[z028 Riley]

Somewhat ignorant of what had been going on, Kyria made an executive decision that was probably going to her in a lot of trouble but might just save two lives. Reaching out to the second mind she'd brushed against earlier, she tried to lend him strength and hope.

*Hold on. Help is on the way. Just...hold on a little longer. And if you have to, tell the Jaffa that powerful gods are on their way to reclaim you. Last resort on that one, please, but it'll have to do if there's no other way.*

"Livy, 30 miles northwest, with another tribe of Jaffa. They're not sure if they should kill him or worship him, but if we don't get him some medical help soon, they won't have to decide. Also, there's one of Ba'al's underlings here, crashed but relatively unharmed on the planet."

[Yseult Sierra]

Yseult crouched frozen next to the StarGate. Ryan and Omar were brutal in their attacks, and she had to admit that her own actions had been more aggressive than she had expected. But Declan was horrifying, terrifying, the manic joy scrawled across his face striking a cord of fear inside her. This was not a battle, we were not defending ourselves. This was slaughter and nothing else.

"Sgt. Perault! Enough! They have surrendered!" Yseult cried stepping forward, disgusted by what she saw. Not a single Specialist had been hurt - which was a good thing - she wasn't even sure if one had been hit. She feared that her medical skills would be used more for their enemies rather than her companions.

Yseult continued forward, checking the downed opponents, seeing if there were any that were in a position to benefit from her skills. She tried to calm any, using fluent Goa'uld, stating that she only wanted to tend to their most grievous injuries, though they had to toss aside any weapons there were still bearing. She did keep her telekinetic field active, just in case - the Jaffa were still formidable and stubborn warriors.

It had just been their poor luck to have encountered Taur'i Specialists.

[The Red Man]

It was almost too easy. The prey were throwing down their weapons and cowering as he approached, covering the ground with chilling speed. Deer in the fuckin' headlights! Red would have thought, if he'd been thinking at all. He tossed the body off his knife to one side as he ran, the meat landing with a wet splatter ten feet away as some part of his sped-up senses recording Dr Sierra's cry to Sgt Perault. He paused before the first kneeling Jaffa and laughed with wild exultation, raising one arm, it's blood-encrusted fingers gripping the hilt of the crimson blade. "Declan's not IN right now, Doc!" the killer screamed, laughing giddily, drunk on murder. He grinned down at the enemy... the prey... the victim. But the blade didn't fall, instead trembling as though the grim spectre of Death was having some sort of internal struggle.

He surrendered. Dec's voice was quiet but insistent, and carried the solidity of rock. We're a soldier. Whatever else we are. We. Are. A. Soldier. He's a prisoner now.

Fuck you! I want more blood! You and those other pussies keep me on a fuckin' leash all the time. The General said leave no survivors that can report about us. C'mon, Dec! We can kill 'em all in a heartbeat. I'll make it quick. Don't go soft on me!

Stand down. Fight's over. We have a deal. And that was that. Some lines even Red wouldn't cross. At least for now.

Those watching saw Sgt. Perault hesitate, then step back from the terror-stricken Jaffa as he lowered the reddened short sword. He seemed to untense as he moved, looking once around the battlefield at what he had wrought, then at his fellow Specialists, silvery eyes blinking a few times in the scarlet crust of drying blood that covered his face. He didn't look dazed or surprised, just resigned as he stepped over to a rock and sat down heavily, dropping his weapons at his feet. The bulky sergeant was covered in blood, clots of it clumping in his shaggy hair, the red wetness of it dark on his camo BDU's. He didn't look up, didn't say anything. He simply sat there, head bowed and looking down at his blood-covered hands.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

"Have ta fuckin' hurry," Olivia said, retaining Vinny's echo. "Kyria's got a line on the Tok'ra - don't have much time."

She wanted to snap orders and get their asses in gear, but that was Cam's duty. He was the highest-ranking officer; it was his duty to get them going. She had something else she could do; she walked over to her teammate where he sat on the rock. With effort - clear effort - swallowed further curses and bad language and said, "Dec... you gonna be able to go on?" Her voice was rougher than normal, but those eyes were still compassionate.

[Mr Fox]

Cam called out, "Everyone stand down." He moved over to one of the jaffa and nudged him with his foot and spoke in Goa'uld, "Do you have riding beasts or transportation of any kind?"

The tribal jaffa looked up but would not meet Cam's eyes, "We do not my lord."

Cam cursed under his breath the looked to the telepath, "Kyria, you say he doesn't have much time, how long is not much, can we get there in time on foot or do we need to split up and have flyers carry some of us? I don't like it but that's the only faster way."

[The Red Man]

"Yeah." Dec replied abstractly after a pause, not looking up. He flexed his fingers, listening to the wet sounds from the drying blood before sighing faintly. He looked up at Livy then and smiled; an old, sad smile in a youthful face under a mask of blood. Then he stooped, gathering the scarlet-stained weapons and standing before her. He stank of blood and death, his gaze haunted but functional as he poured some water over the blades and cleaned the worst of the blood off them and his hands. Then he sheathed the machetes and turned to face her fully.

Then a thought occured to him and he called over to Cam. "Sir. The General ordered that we not leave any witnesses that can report on the Specialists." He looked at the surrendered Jaffa and back at his CO. "But we can't kill prisoners. We just... can't. We might need to take these guys P.O.W. for real, take 'em back with us. Your call." He turned back to Livy.

""We stopped. When they went from enemies to prisoners. We stopped, Livy." he repeated, dead-mercury eyes searching her expression. He swallowed, his voice sinking lower. "Even if we didn't want to, we stopped." There was a fervent, hopeful look to his red-crusted face, a zeal as he repeated the word 'stopped' over and over like a mantra. He glanced over at Kyria where she was talking to Cam, then at the other Specialists, then back at Livy. "You all saw that, right?"

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

With a scowl, Olivia dropped Vinny's aura. She didn't want to, not the least because her shield faded. It had been protecting her mind, too; the haziness of recollections while holding others' aura could be a curse, but today it was not. She'd remember the blood and the stink of torn bodies clearly forever. At least she wouldn't have to remember how they'd gotten that way, not clearly.

"You did," she said, and the proud grin was all Olivia. "You did stop." She wanted to give her friend a hug, but she settled for finding a small blood-free spot on his upper arm to give him a squeeze.

Then they were out of time for personal gestures. Olivia turned and waited for Kyria's answer, knowing that it would determine much of what would happen next. She really really didn't want to split up; it never helped, in her opinion. Strength in numbers after all.

[Mr Fox]

Cam was thinking, "You know what, I don't think we have to split up, but we still have the problem of what to do with these Jaffa."

To the kneeling Jaffa Cam spoke loudly for all on the battlefield to hear and his presence suddenly flared somewhat like a Goa'uld's would. He had obviously kicked in his quantum fueled air of command. "Jaffa kree!" The men jumped to their feet and stood to attention. "Take your wounded back to your tribe. We must go, but we will be back and when we return we will help heal your wounded and we will take you with us when we leave this place."

The jaffa saluted fists to hearts and quickly went among the dead on the battlefield and gathered up those who still lived and departed heading over the rise toward their village.

When they were out of earshot Cam toned down the quantum presence and shrugged, "That's the best we can do. These guys aren't going anywhere to tell anyone and we can't kill prisoners when they aren't a threat to us."

"Now, here's what we're going to do. McConnell, turn into a big ass bird and fly. J-I, copy Gwyn's powers, then you and Gwyn can each carry two people. Omar can carry whoever is left and run superspeed following on the ground. That should get us there in a couple hours at speed of our slowest mover. Hopefully arriving that way will mean not having to fight the guys holding the Tok'ra."

[Rorx]

Gwyn turns to face Cam after the Jaffa headed out and speaks up once cam has finished outlining his plan, "Sir, Major Ryan is also able to fly, and I believe you may have missed an update on my profile. Using a combination of abilities I believe I could carry one person the 30 miles to the Tokra in about 1 minute. Indeed with Livy's help we could get all bar Omar to say 1 mile away in less than 10 minutes. Unfortunately I think Omar is too big to be safely carried in that way, but with his running speed he could probably have arrived there himself within that time anyway."

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With Hyperflight 2, M-Dex 2 and Enhanced Movement Gwyn can fly at 3000km/h = 50km/minute. He also has Attunement 5, so can carry a person upto 100kg in weight without them being adversely affected by the supersonic speeds. Omar is probably over the 100 kg limit, and it is possible that some of the other could be close to it?

[Ryan Hawke]

Ryan nods. "While my speed isn't as much as the others, I can easily carry two people on my own. Omar is more than capable of covering the distance on his own, with more speed than the rest of us."

[Mr Fox]

Cam considered but shook his head. "Thanks Gwyn, that sounds like a plan. However, don't take us in too close. I think arriving the way I described might just nip the whole fight thing in the bud. Not that I want to play god, but a little awe couldn't hurt right now, we're here to rescue that Tok'ra and arriving all flying like that would have to impress them. We can explain we're not gods after we save the day."

"Ok, take Kyria first since she's the one that knows where the guy is and come back for us when you drop her about 5 minutes flight out as a bird flies."

[The Red Man]

"Take me too." Dec said as he approached the trio of Cam, Gwyn and Kyria. The blood-drenched soldier had recovered his guns and was professionally checking them before snapping their slings back onto his webbing, his movements practically autonomic.

"If it's hot down there, you'll want me on the ground first, boss." He was matter-of-fact and stoic as he said this, only the slightest haunted air about his expression betraying any inner turmoil. He glanced at Kyria, not meeting her eyes, not wanting to see something he feared in her clear gaze.

"In case we can't save the Tok'ra, you want to start getting the data we'll need from it? Tell it that we'll be doing what we can, but just in case we'll need a backup of the information it holds."

[z028 Riley]

Kyria frowned at the group, apparently currently unconcerned with anything that might be bothering Declan. "I'm not going to rip information out of a dying person's mind when we can save them and we just won't. We should do what we can to save both of them, but if the host themselves is dying, we probably can still save the Tok'ra symbiote, and they will have the knowledge we will need."

She did nod to the suggestion, though. "Dropping a fighter in with someone social is probably the best way of avoiding needing the fighter. And if you want to avoid the fight about the Tok'ra, then we'd better get there quick. Me, the doctor, and a fighter, that's what I suggest and I suggest whoever's taking us go now."

[Yseult Sierra]

Yseult broke off her treatment of the remaining live Jaffa as they began to gather their wounded and plans were being made to approach the Tok'ra, whom she had inferred from what was said was wounded. She walked over to the group, sanitizing her hands en route.

Despite not being inclined to being on the front line of a possible engagement, Yseult was a doctor, with unique skills at her disposal. If the host was not too far gone, she would possibly be able to restore him to a stable condition before some more drastic measure would required. She shuddered.

She was about to suggest that she included on the first wave of incoming specialists when Kyria did so before her, and she gave the flawlessly formed redhead an affirmative nod.

"I am in agreement. Haste, it is required, yes? The more critical its condition, the more danger there is that I will not be able to do anything."

[Rorx]

Gwyn looked from Kyria to Dec to Yse and back before addressing Cam's original question/request.

"Yse is the slowest flyer amongst us, and 5 minutes for her is about 3km. So from what you said before these two chipped in you Livy and I to ferry the whole group to a position 3 klicks from the Tok'ra. Once we are all there all the flyers load up with whoever they can carry to take us all in the final bit to arrive en mass. Total time to do all that is about 10 to 15 minutes."

He nods at the other two Specialists, "These two want to scream in ASAP. Which would be Livy and I taking Yse and Dec on the first wave, then Livy coming back for Kyria. In the meantime Ryan and Omar could start heading in whoever they can carry at a reasonable pace. Total time would be longer, but gets relevant people there quicker."

He shrugs, "Your call Boss man."

[Mr Fox]

"Ok, alteration. I didn't know the situation was that drastic. Gwyn and Olivia carry Kyria and Dec directly there, but both of you return for the next wave. Dec should be sufficient deterrent to violence. I'll be in the next wave and we'll get people there fastest if Omar doesn't have to carry anyone, but he can follow on foot and make it as far as possible, he should be there by the time we're done with the last group. That should put us all in their camp in less than 10 minutes." Cam motioned for the group to get moving, "Let's go!"

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia slapped Gwyn on the shoulder; her cocky grin faded and was replaced with Gwyn's 'serious face'. "Right then," she said, her voice flowing with the swallowed cadence of the Welsh accent. Stepping to Kyria, she wrapped her arms around her and said, "Hang on!"

She delayed only long enough to wait for Gwyn to be ready. Then Olivia pushed into the air with shocking speed, kicking a small spattering of rocks and dust into the air as she cut through it.

[Forge]

Just a fuckin' snake. We could just walk...ass-tardery.

Vinny jumps at one of the Jaffa, making them flinch and then finds a suitable rock to sit on while he waits for the cluster-fuck situation to be clarified by the fuckin' pilot.

In one fluid motion, he pulls a cigar from his vest and lights it with his Zippo, puffing a few rings of smoke out to join the receding haze of battle.

[Rorx]

Gwn stepped over to Dec as Olivia and Kyria speed off into the sky, "Walk with me Sergeant." he said as he took hold of Dec's arm and attuned the other Specialist to his own powers. Without another word they too took to the sky. Peering ahead Gwyn sped after the dwindling figures of Olivia and Kyria, taking his direction and landing place from them.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia bit back a happy laugh as she rocketed up toward the sky, then flattened her arc to shoot over the ground. "Where are we goin', luv?" she asked with that thick, alien accent. "You're the one leadin' for this dance."

[Ryan Hawke]

Ryan nodded to Yesult. "Stand on my feet." After a moment he wrapped his arms around her after she had done so and rose into the air, picking up speed yet not so much as to be uncomfortable, and Flying the two of them to their destination.

[z028 Riley]

Kyria directed Livy until they were right on top of the tiny village of about 20 huts. Either she'd forgotten, ignored, or misunderstood 5 minutes out, and from the slack-jawed stares of the Jaffa men and women that had been outside tending to the livelihoods of the village, it was certainly too late to worry about now. In the center of the village, a figure was huddled on the grown, dressed in the tattered remains of fine cloth robes that were obviously not a production of the primitive world they were currently on.

*Livy, put us down by the Tok'ra. Don't worry about the Jaffa for now. They're going to be in shock and fear for at least a little bit......Dammit. They're dying. Set me down and go get Yse!*

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

If you're sure you'll be alright, she thought, but Gwyn's matter-of-fact action didn't let her disobey the order. Olivia didn't land. She shifted her grip so that Kryia's legs were hanging, then cut her speed enough that she dropped the other specialist on the ground from about six inches up. Twisting, she shot back straight up, only to pause above twenty feet over them. She hovered for a moment, scowling with Gwyn's frown at the Jaffa, oddly fierce despite the ponytail which bobbed behind her. "Anyone who hurts this women - I will find him or her and tear his god's gift from their gut. That is my sworn promise," she called out in goa'uld. The wording was awkward, but the Jaffa there would recognize the threat from one of their old stories - she'd take their symbiont and leave them to die.

Turning, she shot back toward the others, waving when she passed Gwyn and Declan. "She's next to the Tok'ra!" Olivia shouted to them, just to be sure they got it, then flew on.

Seeing Yseult and Ryan, she snapped to a stop in front of them. "Ryan! I'm faster!" she said, holding out her arms for Yseult. The burly Marine passed her over, and Olivia took off again, hot on Gwyn and Declan's heels.

[Rorx]

Gwyn and Dec arrived only seconds after Kyria landed with Gwyn barely slowing to do a quick turn and to drop Dec off, "10ft do you ok Dec? Cya in a bit."

As the bloodstained Sgt stood up from his landing next to Kyria Gwyn was already accelerating back towards the Gate and the others.

[The Red Man]

Dec landed in an easy crouch and straightened up, taking in the area with a single 360 sweep of his eyes, turning as he did so. His brain 'tagged' every single Jaffa in view, assigning them threat ratings and probable attack strategies as well as plotting his first dozen moves in each of the few dozen most likely hostile scenarios. This was Dec's brain 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and while it was usually an alienating distraction in day-to-day life, here in the field it was natural somehow. It made him feel...

*Yeah, like a god.* Red said from inside him. *That's us, Dec ol' pal. A god of war, slaughter and battle. We could waste this entire village without a scratch, man!* His other half giggled, still giddy as though drunk on fine champagne rather than thick hot blood.

*Yeah, sure we're a god.* Dec replied, noting that his MP7's had found their way into his hands, currently being held low with their muzzles down. He kept watch over the Jaffa around him and Kyria, his hypersenses easily tracking them even without the use of his eyes. He used those to look at Kyria and the Tok'ra, watching and listening. Otherwise he was still, a grim bloodsoaked silent wraith.

[Yseult Sierra]

Yseult suffered herself to passed from one pair of superhumanly strong hands to another like a parcel, her thoughts focused far more on the injured Tok'ra, hoping that she would be in time to eliminate the need of any drastic measures. The force of Olivia's flight tore at her like a hurricane and she hastily activated her telekinetic field to reduce the effect.

They returned to the village less than a minute behind Gwyn and Sgt. Perrrault, and Yseult stumbled as Olivia released her as she did Kyria. She quickly recovered and knelt beside the injured Tok'ra, her turquoise eyes almost luminous as she gazed into him, perceiving the nature and extent of his wounds.

She forced herself to keep her breathing deep and steady, shutting out all distractions, preparing herself to fan the spark of life, if needed, despite the cost.

Click to reveal..

Activating Biological Awareness (QP 21/30)

Medicine Roll, if needed:

Medicine Roll, 1st 2 Mega: 12d10.hits(7) = 4 successes

Discerning Quality: 1d10.hits(7) = 1 success

5 Successes total

[Mr Fox]

The Tok'ra was badly damaged, but not so much as the host. Yseult had never seen so many injuries on one live human body. It was a mercy though, the spine was injured in several places so at least they wouldn't be feeling the pain from the majority of them. She'd seen Teal'c return from wounds that would have killed any normal human twice over, but this... it was in comprehensible how they were still alive at all. After a minute of concentrating one thing was apparent, the Tok'ra was shutting down the host's body one part at a time to try and extend both their lives just a little longer, but even to Yseult that seemed it must be a mercy.

The Tok'ra expended effort to try and whisper something, but the words were in Goa'uld and too faint to be heard clearly even with her hearing.

Neither Dec nor Yseult noticed until it was too late that Kyria was leaning forward as if to hear the words. To Yseult it appeared a vibrant and bright light source began to eclipse the one she was concentrating on. To Dec, he was keeping Red in check as the killer in his mind continued to process threats, when he became aware of Red's scream, "Kyria, nooooo!!!!!"

With a speed that Yseult would not have thought possible of the injured Tok'ra it shot out through the mouth of the victim into Kyria's mouth. Yseult watched in horror as the dim life-from dove into the back of the specialist's throat and around her spine to take up a position with it's head in the base of the Nova's brain.

Kyria's eyes lit from within for a second with the tale-tell glow that meant a snake had taken a new host.

Even as one horror occurred another completed another even worse began to Yseult's enhanced sight. The host, no longer having the snake to sustain it was beginning to fail into death.

((Yseult, you have one round to attempt to stabilize the host if you choose.))

[Yseult Sierra]

Yseult's lips tightened in a silent snarl, the symbiont having taken another host - someone she knew - before she was given the chance to see to its host. She truly hoped they didn't come to regret this.

Still she had little time to reflect on the ramifications of a Tok'ra in control of Kyria's body and mental abilities, its host in beyond critical condition. Her sympathies lay far more with him than the symbiont.

Elegant hands pressed tightly to her thighs, Yseult took in the extensive injuries, a whisper of telekinesis reaching out, nudging atoms and cells, forcing tissue and nerves to knit and grow, her own body humming with the effort of imposing her will on a living organism. You have given much, you, but your life is still yours.

The host sitting on death's door began emanating an elusive green glow, matching the light in Yseult's intense, uncanny eyes. She trembled, muscles cramping, biting her lips against the pain snaking up her spine. She gave a shaky gasp of relief as the host began breathing, writhing as sensation returned.

Click to reveal..

Health Manipulation to keep the host alive, and burning WP for an extra Success. (QP 18/30, WP 4/6)

Health Manipulation: 7d10.hits(7)= 2 successes

Total Successes: 3

The Host regains 3 Lethal Health Levels, Yseult suffers 1 Lethal Health Level

HL: Bruised, QP: 18/30, WP: 4/6

,,

[Mr Fox]

Blood trickled from Yseult's nose in reaction to the healing she had done. The host however, was stabilized, more than that, it was immediately apparent that he would live, although he still had many painful and difficult injuries.

[The Red Man]

There was a moment of horrified shock. Sgt Perault's face went slack, his arms dangling at his sides in a posture that would have been comical in other circumstances. He looked for all the world like a puppet whose strings had been cut and was just waiting for one torturously long moment before he fell. Inside his mind two voices were screaming, a cacophony of rage/horror/fear/revulsion/disbelief that paralysed his body.

The paralysis lasted maybe five seconds. The skin of Dec's face under the mask of dried blood paled to a sickly ash-grey hue and he swayed: for a fleeting instant it looked as though the burly sergeant would faint. Then the twin voices screaming inside his mind found their way out in a roar that began as one voice and ended with another.

"You slime-feedin' parasitic fuckin' SNAKE!" It might have been Red that dropped the guns and snapped out the machetes, his face contorted with rage and hate, but the tears from each deathly silver eye were definitely not Red's.

"Get out of her. Right the fuck now. Take another body before I count three or I'll kill you, no matter what fuckin' face yer wearin'." Red said in a voice that vibrated with leashed rage and deadly intent. He didn't take a forward step to reinforce the threat. He didn't need to. The killer's personal space right now was somewhere in the region of a hundred square metres.

"One." he started.

[z028 Riley]

*I am Kornan. Thank you for saving my life.*

*Uh...hi. I'm Kyria. Nice to....meet....you. Are you doing better now?*

*It will take some time. I was very near to death and trying to keep my host alive.*

*Alright. Sit...curl tight. Whatever. I'm going to run some interference with the other for both of us- Ah, crap.*

*Thank you!*

"You slime-feedin' parasitic fuckin' SNAKE! Get out of her. Right the fuck now. Take another body before I count three or I'll kill you, no matter what fuckin' face yer wearin'. One."

"Declan!" Kyria snapped. "He was dying. Yse saved his host. We'll get this sorted out later." She faced his fury with the bravery of the young or the immortal, either way it was impressive for both it's obvious bravery and stupidity. She took a step towards him, hands held up.

"You know me, Dec. You know what I could do to end this. I'm not because I need all of you trust me for a little bit and because someone shouldn't have to die just because you don't like how they evolved," her voice was softer now, not pleading but trying to get through to him. "I figured on that, you all would understand."

[The Red Man]

"Nice try, snake." Red's eyes narrowed a fraction. "But if Kyria was gonna do somethin' that dumb she'd have warned us first." He spun one machete round in a circle, the keen edge moaning faintly as it cut the air. "And if you think it's that easy to shut ME down, go ahead and 'end this'." he grinned, a mirthless baring of teeth that was more of a snarl.

"Two."