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Post by Owen Harper on Jul 30, 2011 20:11:18 GMT -5
A gun, Owen had only one. This was dandy. “I have this one,” he told her.
“You do look pretty when you smile,” he said, winking at her. “I see what I can do to get you one. It be like the flower for this date.”
Turning, he moved slowly ahead of her, turning around a corner, he let out a loud growl. “Please, point me the direction to the bridge,” he was speaking to someone. The creature snarled back, Owen pulled the twigger, the bullet flew, hit the alien square in the head and there was a thump. “Sorry, mate, I am really sorry,” he said. He hated to take a life. Picking up the weapon the alien had, he studied it. “Well, I figure it out as we go,” he held his gun to Sarah. “I assume you know how to use it?”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Jul 30, 2011 23:00:48 GMT -5
To her shame, when the shot went off, she squinched her eyes shut tight. Not because of the surprise (a gunshot was always surprise even when you are expecting it) but because she simply did not want to see. She'd composed herself by the time he was handing her his gun. The model was familiar, for Sarah Jane had killed a lot of time with Alien soldiers over her years with the Doctor, not to mention the rampant disarming she'd been doing with extra terrestrials over the last 40 years. She never told the children that she'd learned to fire each one, and kept currant on the firing range with human equipment as well.
She'd known some day that Clyde and Luke would leave her to go live their own lives. She knew the day would come when she'd simply have to fight. Sarah Jane hefted the beast to aim straight up from her elbows, a small grunt driven from her as she forced herself to move smoothly and keep perfect control of it despite it's weight.
"Thank you Owen. It's lovely. I'll tell you how to get to the bridge if you promise not to shoot me in the head." she said quietly, flashing him a smile while her gaze found solace in his face. She was carefully not looking at the body on the floor. She did not care for dead bodies, and she remembered every one she'd seen.
"I memorized this entire section. We need to go two more floors up and forward about a third of a klick.." She stopped, looked around, and got herself oriented. Now, with each option, she pointed in a different direction. "Stairs, Elevator, Forward. Lets go find the Wizard." She gave no indication in any direction now, letting Owen choose his path. Instead, she watched their corners and waited for him to decide and lead the way.
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 2, 2011 22:12:16 GMT -5
(OOC don’t forget the gun is Torchwood issued. They are easier and lighter. They are very precise after practice using them. She will be surprise how the gun handles)
“Bullets do the killing,” said Owen, watching her eyes looking at the gun. “It’s steel.” As she was trying it for weight, “Breathe out when you shoot. Don’t force it. It usually does the work. Keep your shoulders loose, and don’t lock your elbows.” It was a crash course, but, he could tell she was not used to handling a gun.
There was a choice, the elevator or the stairs. He was thinking which way to go. Elevator could cause problems. You can’t control the noise of the elevator. “Right, Dorothy we are off,” he saw it was clear. He was able to see better and hear better, because those are the two left senses he had left.
Taking her hand in his, it was very cold to the touch. He pulled her close as he was a mother protecting her child. Slowly, he got to the stairway door. He slowly opened the door because there was nobody on the other side. He was signaling Sarah to go in first with his eyes. He pointed to ear, opened his hand wide, gestured his open hand near his ear. He pointed his two fingers at his eyes, pointed to Sarah , pointed his other hand, did a walking motion on his hand, pointed to the stair case, held his finger up, and pointed to himself. He moved his lips in be-care-ful-beau-tif-ful!
ooc Slow for many reasons. One is I like this. I don't want to kill it with time.
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 16, 2011 21:58:50 GMT -5
He shot his gun as an alien came around the corner. He was waiting for Sarah to get in the stair way. “Let’s go,” he whispered. “You go first. I watch your back.” They were taking the stair, but, Owen had to wait for Sarah to move. He was no god and did not want to be mistaken as one.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 16, 2011 22:52:47 GMT -5
Why had she expected Owen to give her the Alien blaster? Somehow she could imagine shooting out its balls of killing blinding light. The weapon she had was full of bullets. Her prey would splatter. She shuddered. Then got herself under control. Take responsibility, she thought to herself.
Trepidation banished, the weapon was no longer awkward in her hands. She'd practiced hours with something very like this. She was a crack shot when she met the Doctor, and she'd gotten better since. She took a firm one handed grip around the butt and Owen too her other hand, cold and solid. She stayed tucked close in at his side, moving weightless a half step ahead of him, and nearly soundless in her soft soled white knee high boots.
He stopped them at the top of the stairs and mimed her what to do. His sweet talk brought a smile to her face, and she gave a sharp, serious nod to show she understood. She slipped through the doorway into the light. Well dressed bodies were laying about waiting to be dragged to the Rift and the Ce'caro ship to used as disposable incubators. She could not stop to help these few now. She saw her path, the middle way. She dashed doe like to the stairwell and tucked herself in there, making room for Owen. She put her elbow against the door as though to open it, but did not, her eyes a question mark to Owen, and wondered how fast a dead man could run.
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 17, 2011 18:09:09 GMT -5
A dead man was able to run fast. He ran for it. Holding his gun out, Owen was ready to take anything out on his way. He had to slow down and not get ahead of himself because Sarah Jane was with him.
“A good thing being dead,” he said to her. “I don’t run out of breath. I can long as I can…” he paused. “Well, not really, but I never get tired.”
[ooc not so sure where we are)
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 17, 2011 22:19:33 GMT -5
The huddled there together in the doorway, checking each others eyes. Sarah Jane found what she was looking for, and was no longer afraid. Just ready.
"We go up three flights, to just above the Grand Promenade. Cross ship, to the next elevator shaft, then up to the top. If we don't run into trouble." She said wry and soft.
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 17, 2011 23:42:59 GMT -5
He got a bad feeling about going through the promenade area. It could be dangerous. Sarah felt it was the right area. Smiling to her, he nodded his head. “Sure,” he said, “But, don’t try to play hero on my red!” He kissed her forehead.
“You go first. But don’t you get to ahead of me,” he said. “When we get on the promenade, I will up front. You stay behind me.”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 17, 2011 23:58:46 GMT -5
She listened with every fiber, wide eyes showing her rapt attention. She put his directions hard in her mind, knowing that in a panic, it was easy to forget. She nodded with each point the Torch wood Agent made. She was playing in his world now.
Owen was not very ruggedly featured, but he was every centimeter the soldier, his pale skin tight over hard muscle, his aspect of high vigilance. Worry had begun to creep back into her mind as they plotted ahead, but when he kissed her forehead, she knew they were in it together and that was good enough for her.
"Hero? That is what I've got you for, Owen."
She slipped through the door and began to run up the stairs, trying not to make a sound as the first thing she had to do was try to avoid a puddle of some dark fluid.
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 19, 2011 17:41:53 GMT -5
He followed her. He walked around the dark puddle. There was noise ahead of them. Tapping her shoulder, “Sh…I will go ahead, stay behind me,” he said.
Holding the gun to shoot, he looked around the corner. The horror before them was one of the aliens feasting. Owen pulled himself back. “I don’t think we could save that crewmember,” he quickly gone around the corner and shot the alien. It was horrible site of the dead alien and the dead crewmember. Use your horror-fic imagination for it.
“It us or him,” Owen said gravely. “I chose us to live.”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 20, 2011 10:29:41 GMT -5
She heard it too, that terrible sound. Something wet. Something tearing. Labored strange breath. Sarah Jane was grateful when Owen halted them, and she tucked in close to his side. She did not want to see what was around the corner. When Owen looked back at her after experiencing it himself, she doubly did not want to look. Owen looked sorry, and somehow, even more dead as he explained the situation was hopeless for whatever crew member was in whatever trouble around the corner.
There was a question in his voice though, or at least hope for forgiveness.
"Do what you do, Owen." She said, almost inaudibly, but her face was full of sorrowful admiration.
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 20, 2011 21:23:52 GMT -5
Holding his finger to his lips and holding his other hand to stop her moving, Owen walked around the corner. He was looking for something to cover the bodies. He tore a table cloth off the table. (Assuming they are near tables) The plates shattered to the floor. He was trying to pull the cloth fast enough, so the plates stayed in place. He failed.
Coming around the corner, Owen gave Sarah Jane a small smile. “Bodies are covered up,” he told her. “I do my best to cover them up for you.”
“Do you know how long we have to go?” he asked because in distant there was a scream.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 21, 2011 16:49:08 GMT -5
She felt a wave of affection for her friend. He'd covered the bodies for her. Owen probably could not imagine how many dead bodies of different species she'd seen over the years, but she found herself profoundly grateful to not have to see another human body. Dead aliens, especially ones with such outstanding disregard for other sentient beings, she found icky, but not so disturbing. The scream she heard next, however, was disturbing.
"We're not alone in this. My cousin Izzy from the future is here making his way through the rift between ships, and the Doctor may come for him" she whispered to him, studying the earnest youthfulness of his dead face. "He will do his part to close the rift. We are back up plan, and clean up crew.." She wondered if even now 'her' Doctor had come for him and was assisting him on the Alien ship. She hoped so, it would greatly improve their chances. Right this moment, she wasn't certain if she wanted to run away with the Doctor, punch him in the face, or both. If Izzy were responsible for her winning the ticket that put her on the Queen Mary this fateful trip, he must have had help from the Doctor at some point.
"Call it one flight up to get above the Grand Promenade," That was something she was Creation she did not wish to witness. "- 100 meters toward the bow. Owen, we need the Ce'caro weapon, I have to disable one to learn how." She rolls her eyes, certain she can do this, though it might be as difficult as a one and a half gainer reverse dive. "But you could stow it for now."
Now her eyes darted away with a hint of shame at her gratitude. Many in her lifetime had done with they could to protect her body, but none since the Doctor, had been so tender with her soul. "I'll wait here."
She didn't want to be near the carnage any longer than necessary.
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 23, 2011 20:24:25 GMT -5
“That better not be Jack’s Doctor too,” Owen said under his breath. “He better not. Stealing Jack away from us! I don’t like him.” Owen admitted to Sarah. Who was this other person? “Okay, if this ‘Doctor’ is going to help that is fine. This Izzy…sounds like a lizard.” He admitted to her.
"But you could stow it for now.
Owen lost her. “Stow? Sorry, Sarah, would you explain what you are saying?” It was a way of life. Some things come out wrong and the listener does get confuse. So, Owen was confused here.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 23, 2011 20:36:29 GMT -5
She saw the true dislike in her friends eyes. It was easy enough to understand. She let out a low breath, collecting her thoughts.
"Yes. That Doctor. Everybody's Doctor." Even as she says this, she takes the second Alien Blaster, makes certain it is powered down, then quickly stepped behind him and strapped it firm to his gear back there, stowing that third armament away on his back. "I just needy you to carry it for now. I'll figure out how to disable it with the Sonic when we get to Communications. She ran back to his front. "Is it okay?"
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