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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2011 11:12:49 GMT -7
Lisa set the auto-pilot and relaxed in her seat. She needed to get out this part of the galaxy, possibly never to return. No big loss there. Her people had been killed off already, aside from her cousin if he was still living, that is. After rechecking her course, Lisa set the cyro. This was going to be a long trip, no sense in using up extra resources just so she could play with the controls.
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Lisa eyes opened. Something was wrong. A glance at the ships interface told her that, ship-wise, everything was running fine. But her current position was wrong, it had to be. The screen told her that ship had been turned around and that she had gone in the wrong direction. Then, the cyro shut off.
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Post by God on Jun 27, 2011 21:41:46 GMT -7
"Sir, one of our Watchers is going crazy. Something about a crash." Triad turned around. "Our planes don't crash." "Exactly, but that's all we could get out of him." "Send a reader." He stood and walked to the Watcher room. "So, what's happening?" "A crash... burning... like reentry... New York." "City?" "State." "Send Ezekiel. He can cover an area that small easily, and reentry isn't a problem." With that, Triad returned to his office.
Mu'A'Llyll sat up at the chime in his room. He listened to the message. Standing, he stepped into his jumpsuit, loaded his pockets, strapped on his swords, and leaped through the ceiling.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2011 17:15:49 GMT -7
Lisa snapped up and took a closer look at her screens. "shit, Shit, SHIT!!" She was approaching the planet ahead way to fast. There was no way that she would be able avoid a crash. She grabbed the controls and tried to level her ship out.
((I'll let you handle how the crash looks))
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Post by God on Jul 6, 2011 1:19:03 GMT -7
Mu'A'Llyll was flying over the coast of New York when he picked up the ship hurtling directly toward him. A hard barrel-roll to the right, and he watched as the ship, still warm from reentry, shot past. It was at a good angle, but a scan revealed that deceleration thrusters were shot. It probably entered at the wrong angle and smashed them up, so all the pilot... she could hope for was leveling out and gliding. He traced the trajectory and shot ahead, landing feet from where the ship would impact. It hit, he ducked a dirt clod, and it slid a good thirty feet more before stopping. Mu'A'Llyll checked his suit and followed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2011 14:18:00 GMT -7
Lisa took a couple of moments to recover from the impact. She checked the systems for any damage. Realizing that her space brakes were shot she unbuckled and left the ship for a visual assessment of the damage.
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Post by God on Jul 9, 2011 21:33:03 GMT -7
"Deceleration thrusters are off, have to be replaced. Bow is crumpled, and all sensory equipment is totaled. Life support is still functional, barely, but cryo systems are non-functioning." As he spoke, Mu'A'Llyll stepped around the ship into view. "You're a very good pilot, though."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2011 11:16:13 GMT -7
"I knew that already, and who the fuck are you? I don't recall messaging ahead for a bloody welcoming party."
She looked at the bow and swore.
"Where is the nearest space docks, and repair place, I need to get parts for my ship."
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Post by God on Jul 12, 2011 12:49:32 GMT -7
"I am Mu'A'Llyll. The people here just call me Ezekiel Riddick. The nearest spaceport is 5,000 miles away. I just came from there, but it's a paramilitary organization, and would probably want to recruit you. The nearest interstellar transportation system is about 1,600 miles away, but it's a top secret military facility. The nearest place that might have the capacity to repair your ship, at least partly, is about 950 miles away, but it's a government research facility, and would probably want to take your ship apart. It also has vertical takeoff capability only. I'm assuming you'll want your ship to go to whichever one you choose?" Without waiting for her answer, he activated his comm. "TWO control, I need a dry Super Howler to my location." He turned back to her. "Actually, the spaceport and interstellar transportation array would both have the capability of obtaining the necessary equipment." As he spoke, another aircraft flew over head, landing and disgorging three men and a woman, all in unmarked combat fatigues and all armed, who jogged over. They did not aim their weapons at her. The leader nodded to Mu'A'Llyll. "Ezekiel." He nodded back, then turned to her. "They came from the interstellar transport array I mentioned."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2011 1:18:34 GMT -7
"A) Who the fuck gave you permission to use that name? B) I don't care, I just want to fucking repair my boat. C) I'm Lisa Riddick, pleased to make your fucking acquaintance."
Her stomach growled, and she swore again.
"And where do I get some grub, I'm starving."
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Post by God on Nov 5, 2011 2:06:26 GMT -7
Colonel Mitchell pulled a protein bar, opened the wrapper slightly, and tossed it to her. "Colonel Cameron Mitchell. Callsign Shaft. These are Doctor Daniel Jackson, Vala Mal Doran, and Teal'c."
The introductions complete, Ezekiel explained his end. "A. The name came from ancient Earth mythology and a movie. B. Since your ship is as big as it is, we'll be heading to the spaceport. Do you understand Top Secret?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2011 2:16:03 GMT -7
"Thanks." She quickly ate the protein bar. "Understand Top Secret, yes. Give a damn about Top Secret, no. Not that there is anyone who I could tell anyway. Which reminds me, Where the fuck am I?"
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Post by God on Nov 5, 2011 23:21:57 GMT -7
"Earth, Terra, planet of the Tau'ri," Ezekiel reeled off, followed by Daniel, who followed up with,
"Gaia, Midgard, Maia, Geb."
Then the craft that had brought the team started changing, becoming a humanoid robot bigger than Megatron or Optimus Prime. It crouched down.
"Mu'A'Llyll, the Super Howler is mid-Atlantic."
"I know, Striker. Auto-form before a civilian sees you."
The giant nodded and quickly shifted back.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2011 20:20:01 GMT -7
"You're pulling my fucking leg, right? Earth was destroyed millenia ago."
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Post by God on Nov 6, 2011 20:25:11 GMT -7
"I know how you feel," Mu'A'Llyll said. "I myself was born about 4150. The current year is 2011."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2011 11:38:38 GMT -7
"So, you're telling me that I am over 2 galaxies and 1000 year in the past from where I started? How the bloody hell is that possible? How is it possible that I am on a dead planet and still talking to you?" She looked back at her ship. "Never mind, I just want to get ship repaired. I'll figure this all out after that."
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