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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 23, 2011 21:27:22 GMT -5
Jack had received the distress call from Sarah Jane's computer only twenty minutes before. Had he been closer to the location and not dawdling about by the coffee machine, he might have been there already, but, unfortunately, he had been in a slum that lacked caffeine... and coffee-induced slums were his favourite.
"Owen?" He called into the microphone attached to his earpiece. No reply. Either the young doctor wasn't wearing his communication device or Jack's was faulty. "Toshiko? Gwen?" Again, no reply. The others must have headed home.
Approaching the specified location, Jack slowed down and did a tech scan. Any non-human lifeforms or futuristic technology would be picked up within seconds.
To his surprise, the monitor built into the SUV dashboard picked up various signals.
Lifeform: Robot/Unspecified
Technology: Various/Dangerous
Amount: 1
A small red bulb began flashing, a shrill beeping accompanying it. Jack rushed to stop the alarm, dismantling the alert system temporarily. In reply, the machine's tinny voice sputtered "recognized being".
A new message appeared on the screen, followed by several more reports.
K-9; reporting for duty; awaiting Captain Jack Harkness
Lifeform: Weevil
Technology: None
Amount: 2
Lifeform: Unspecified/Foreign
Technology: Various/Dangerous
Amount: Unknown
Lifeform: Human
Technology: Sonic instrument
Amount: 1
Jack let out a pleased chuckle. "Toshiko's been working on you. Longer range, better information. I'm impressed."
The machine crackled in response.
Seeing a glint in the distance, Jack pulled over and turned the vehicle off. It felt uncomfortable leaving the warm interior of the SUV and stepping into the brash unknown, but he was used to it now. After all, he was saving two of his closest friends. There was more than just adrenaline involved in this.
"K-9!" Jack said as he drew nearer to the small metallic dog.
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Post by Sundosia on Apr 23, 2011 21:57:09 GMT -5
A moan had cut her thoughts off of the other in the cage as she heard him moan and slump down towards the floor. She appeared more intrigued but this quickly turned into rage as she jumped as the other human jumped into action, seeming to do something, whatever it was, Sundosia had a feeling that it was not good and she quickly moved forward, claws attempting to latch around the arm of Sarah Jane, should she do this, she would attempt to pull Sarah Jane away from the cage as hard as she could, preferably trying to throw her into a nearby wall. The alien had had enough, and she was unaware of the ones outside of her ship. As soon as she had tried to deal with Sarah Jane, whether she succeeded or not, she would still utter the phrase,
"What do you think you are doing!?" Of course, since she could not speak the human language, it would still probably sound foreign to Sarah Jane.
What happened next would only thicken the danger, as two long blades with an orange glow suddenly would come sliding out of her wrists. Sundosia would raise them, ready to use them upon Sarah Jane if the need be, before looking to the experiment again,
"What is wrong with him?" She demanded, her tone leaving no room for question. Though, she had a feeling what she was going to have to do next, and that was to bring the other human into the cage to let the human look him over. The very thought made her only more agitated, but releasing it on this human sure felt good. Perhaps she could try to get them both in the cage and take off with them! That sounded like a good plan, but first she would need to search them and confiscate everything, never know when someone had a device that could signal for help. Little did she know, that was too late.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Apr 23, 2011 22:30:55 GMT -5
Before she could even turn all the way around, the Alien had her by the arm in it's hard, strong grip. She found herself suddenly well propelled. Sarah Jane smacked into the wall at speed, taking the worst of it on the shoulder but giving her skull a bit of a whack as well, enough to see stars. She did manage to stay on her feet though, half holding herself up against the wall. Pressing a hand to the side of her head where the pain wracked cold, a small sound escaped her. She blinked back smarting tears.
The Alien was yelling at her, and it was being translated by the gadget in her pocket, but she wasn't listening right now. She could already tell that whatever the giant mantis was saying, it wasn't something happy.
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 24, 2011 20:32:03 GMT -5
Owen yelled louder when the big insect grabbed Sarah and threw her against the wall. The dead man was on the verge to stand up and yell at the alien. It was his fault in a way that Sarah was tossed like a rag doll.
Acting in more pain, Owen yelled to hope he could stop the alien from hurting Sarah. He peered up and was wishing he can have blood. That was the one thing he could produce. What would happen if he met a vampire? How will they like him?
He hated this alien because what he was doing to Sarah. It was a power struggle. Sarah and Owen were the losers but the alien can’t see that. What was the intelligent of this alien was? Did it have an IQ like a gold fish?
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Post by Sarah Jane on Apr 24, 2011 23:48:59 GMT -5
Then, face twisted as she concentrated beyond the ringing of her ears, beyond the heart-hammering threat of those wicked looking, glowing spikes that extruded from the Alien's 'wrists'. She struggled to understand the muffled translator in her pocket. On sudden brilliant whim, she took the hand sized triangle lozenge shaped Translator from her pocket holding it out in front of her like a shield. Not only was it easier to hear, but she had an idea.
Anything to avoid those protruding orange spikes that loomed over her.
She gave her head a shake to clear it, but that was a terrible idea that made her lean back hard against the wall and grind her teeth as the room spun a little.
"Just this, this thing. This is my Translator. It also has a medical diagnostic. I was just trying to see what was wrong with my friend!" She lied right through her teeth. The Translator was only a translator and and nothing more. She could hear herself shouting. She knew she was nearly begging. Perhaps she was.
"I won't take him anywhere! I can't if you put me in there with him. Please! Let me go to him, surely two humans are better than one!"
It was quite a gambit. She did not know if the cell the Torchwood man was in was locked or unlocked. Or of the being would notice in it's highly agitated state.
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 25, 2011 19:26:11 GMT -5
K-9 didn't follow Jack past the grassy verge leading to the forest. Jack could immediately tell why - the ground was uneven past this point and K-9 had no more stability on the forest floor than other futuristic robot dog.
"You know the coordinates?" Jack called over his shoulder, his step faltering for a second.
"West by southwest, sir," K-9 replied in his tinny voice. "By my calculations, roughly two acres ahead. It should take you roughly ten minutes."
Jack nodded and waved a silent goodbye to the dog, knowing that he could cover the distance in less than five minutes if he tried hard enough.
"K-9, talk to me through my ear piece from now on and stay in this general area," Jack tightened the straps of the bag hanging from his back. "I want reports as they come and readings on the ship, okay?" He paused briefly and turned back. "Oh, and don't let me get lost."
His pace quickened and he began dodging trees and scrambling through low-growing shrubs, no longer caring about his coat or precious skin. He could always get a replacement greatcoat and grow a new body. A new Sarah Jane, though? A new Owen? Never.
The backpack strapped firmly to his back rattled as he leaped over a small stream. It held all the essentials for a rescue mission - gauze, bandages, a strong torch, a stun gun, pain relief, several communication devices, scissors, etc. Gwen had been helpful in labeling each of the different packs. Had the sticker "RESCUE" not been firmly attached, Jack just knew he would have made off with the Weevil-hunting kit. Again.
It was in times like these that Jack thanked his immortality. No average human being could run over this wild terrain without having a fit of some kind. He had fractured his right leg once now, but the only evidence was a limp.
"one minute to your right," K-9 said, transferring data from, Jack could only assume, Sarah Jane's computer.
Jack didn't thank the dog, but, instead, quickened his pace. He was there within twenty seconds, standing outside a small and shapeless ship. It's surface was smooth and simple, unlike the ships that were usually being made in this day and age. Jack had half expected something massive.
He ran his finger over the hull and began searching for a door. It hung open, swinging vaguely in a gentle wind.
Jack swallowed nervously and straightened his shoulders. This was it, then. Once again, jumping into the unknown for a better cause.
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 25, 2011 23:10:22 GMT -5
(1 hour away...LOL he took the scenic route
)Owen was getting tired faking it. He yelled out the son of God (JC!) really loud with a loud owww behind it. And who said you can't swear. He was getting tired. He decide to play the drama more by screaming again and stop moving. This was Owen playing dead (hoping the alien let Sarah check him) and he does a darn good job at it. No dog can play dead like Owen. If an medical doctor came to Owen, they say he was dead. No Jack ****! But hey that can be an advantage for the future. But Owen laid there waiting and hating this because Sarah was now a sitting duck. He prayed in the darkness, he closed his eyes that fate will bend to help Sarah.
This was not working. He failed it was an bad plan by Owen. He got up, looked at the alien. "HEY UGLY!" he stood their yelling. "LEAVE HER ALONE! Let her go!" he yelled and wonderful thing he had the power and did not get tired. But he had to be careful not to rip his voice cords. He took his jacket off. "Come on!" It was Owen plan of something....it was better than nothing....it was something...he wasn't sure what it was but it was better than nothing!
He looked at Sarah, "Make it count. You run for your life! Don't worry about me..I expired all ready and going down with a fight."
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 27, 2011 2:38:24 GMT -5
Jack entered the corridor, gun at the ready. He paused, letting his eyes adjust to the dim red lighting, before moving ahead to the first corner. He swung once he reached the place where the two walls met, spinning to check for enemies before inching to his left. He could hear the shouting of a male, but the walls muffled the voice, making it impossible to tell whether it was Owen, or even human.
"K-9," Jack whispered, touching a hand to his ear piece. "Any more messages from Sarah Jane?"
"No, sir," the dog replied, his voice reverberating in Jack's head. "We have got readings from foreign creatures, however, moving from the sewers and into the storm drains ten minutes away. They seem to be moving towards the ship."
Jack cursed and turned off the ear piece. If they were coming from the sewers, then they were probably Weevils. They had the nastiest timing in the world.
Replacing his look of annoyance with a mask of determination, he moved forth once more, sliding against the walls in an army-esque fashion. Had this situation been any less dangerous, he might have laughed, but he knew very little of the creature who held his friend.
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Post by Sundosia on Apr 28, 2011 20:47:26 GMT -5
Sarah Jane seemed panicked for some reason, well, after she recovered from the blow of hitting the wall she did. This pleased the power-hungry insect as she again tried to grab the woman, opening the cell again and attempted to toss her in there. Her mandibles clacked together as she did, showing her frustration that still was burning like an ember inside of her. Sundosia still had not realized that someone was approaching her ship and she simply locked the cage up once more as she stepped back,
"Do what you need." She demanded, feeling like she has the upper hand-er, claw, now,
"And two humans would most certainly be better than just one." She added, hardly being able to wait to start studying them to learn about them, as much as she could at least. Perhaps she could focus on stealing whatever it was that made her and the human be able to understand each other, yes, that was a good first target.
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 28, 2011 21:38:34 GMT -5
Owen gave a yell in pain to play the part. He leaned into Sarah as the act of being in pain. He whispered to her, "We need to get you of here." He looked at the alien's direction. "I need you get away and go find Captain Jack Harkness...Look, I am dead. I am not at peace. Do me a favor. Get out, let me die and I be in peace knowing you got away. Kabeesh!"
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Post by Sarah Jane on Apr 29, 2011 0:08:46 GMT -5
Everyone was screaming, herself perhaps most dramatically, though Owen was putting on quite the display as well. He was trying to distract the Alien away from it's prey the only way he could, trapped as he was in the cell. She was almost relieved when the Alien put an end to it all.
Unceremoniously, Sarah Jane was plucked up and tossed into the holding cell with the Torchwood man. Shamelessly, she aimed herself at him, not interested in slamming into wall or floor again. He was the only stable thing in a topsey turvy world. She clung to him. It felt like someone was tapping on her skull ever so gently and precisely with an ice pick, right in rhythm with the beating of her heart.
"Down. Down now."
She said simply, meaning both that he should lay down, or sit and lean if they were about to 'Play Doctor', and intending that he should help her down. She was going down with or without his help. Sarah Jane clearly indicated this by the way her knees gave. She is nimble and light, but quite a touch unbalanced this moment. It would also be a good position to obscure the Alien's view, shielded as they would be by the closed lower half of the cell door.
She aimed her head to lay across his heart as she went down, ostensibly to listen for a heartbeat she knew she would not find, all in sham to wait for the world to stop spinning.
She was terribly glad she'd worn her black leathers, for they were helping her avoid the worst of tonight's unnecessary roughness. However, she was fairly certain that even this good thick leather Luke had bought her for Mother's Day would not have stopped those terrible glowing orange spikes that had so shockingly emerged from the Alien's wrists. For the moment, she was just feeling waves of gratitude that she had not been shish-kabobed by the Alien, and that she no longer faced it alone.
So cold, so very cold was the Torchwood man. If she'd held any doubt that he was dead, now she was certain. Death was not new to her. She knew that you could only appreciate how much heat a living human put out when you had been near a dead one.
"I need you get away and go find Captain Jack Harkness...Look, I am dead. I am not at peace. Do me a favor. Get out, let me die and I be in peace knowing you got away. Kabeesh!"
Death whispered into her hair, and gooseflesh broke out the nape of her neck. She ignored this primitive response, gratitude being the most important emotion she was feeling.
"I'll unlock the door." She whispered back. "I'll bring Jack. We will come for you." Her Translator is carefully pressed to the palm of her hand to mute it's Insectoid Alien translation of her and 'Harry''s plotting.
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Post by Owen Harper on May 1, 2011 22:32:40 GMT -5
(pass I am sleeping in all MONDAY and might stay away from the internet until Tuesday...I am very tired and might be anti-social or anti-creative or just want to be alone...._
I do it right, This is Owen Harper I am calling in dead for the next two days!
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Post by Sundosia on May 5, 2011 20:19:41 GMT -5
((I think it's Jack's turn and then my turn))
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Post by gylfie2 on May 6, 2011 5:00:49 GMT -5
Ooc; Did you want Jack to enter the room (guns blazing
or not)? Or would you prefer Sarah Jane to bump into
him in the hallway?
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Post by gylfie2 on May 6, 2011 21:37:18 GMT -5
Ooc; Thank you for all your understanding, Sarah
Jane. Let's see what a mucus-filled teenager can
spin out for you. c:
Eight beats passed before Jack had the courage to peer around and into the first room. The door hung open on its hinges, revealing a dark and seemingly empty space. A tinny, acrid smell hit him - the smell of toast having been left in the toaster for ten minutes too long, but still entirely foreign. He crumpled his nose, looking for the source, but the only patch of light seemed to be the distant green of a monitor. Giving up, he turned back to the empty corridor.
"Sarah Jane," he whispered. Despite his low tone, his voice bounced back at him from all directions. "Owen?"
He shuffled forward again, brandishing his weapon confidently. He knew how to use it and heaven help anyone who doubted that for a moment. He was at the next doorway - a half-door on the left - that seemed to be emitting the voices he had heard earlier.
Pressing himself firmly against the corridor walls, he poked his head around the corner, absorbing the scene.
The situation seemed dire. The alien - whoever and whatever it was - seemed bloodthirsty and grotesque, like something out of a horror film. Jack's friends were meters away, with Sarah Jane with her head upon Owen's chest. There seemed very little Jack could do, even with the alien's back to him.
What to do? He thought to himself, assessing the distance between his friends and the doorway. There was no way he could dart in without alerting the alien. He could try, and be shot, but he'd die and that would waste some valuable time. He could only hope that Sarah Jane had a plan. I can't risk them... Owen's already dead. Maybe if the alien realizes he's dead, it'll... no, it'd probably eat him.
In a pathetic attempt to alert the others to his lack of plan, he waved his right hand slowly, signaling his arrival. At even the slightest movement from the alien, he'd dart back into the hallway, holding his breath.
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