Day 8 - Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, McKay)

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The small group gathered early, collecting food to sustain them for lunch, but prepared to scavenge for their own meals after that. Rose was starting off wearing her backpack, and had a Bamboo walking stick. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail on top her head, keeping it out of the way. The Backpack held two changes of clothing two blankets wand bottled water. The Doctor carried nothing except what was in the pockets f his ever-present leather jacket. Sayid had one of John Locke’s knives tucked into his belt, and one of the sturdy spears from the found crate ‘just in case’.

Sayid had not understood why he had been asked to join them. He knew that between The Doctor and Doctor McKay his own technical knowledge was limited. But the Doctor insisted he’d be invaluable if they were dealing with older equipment and, The Doctor confided, he was obviously one of the ex-military types. He told the Iranian he wanted someone who could handle themselves, and was an adult, with them. Someone he trusted to help protect the group. Although when he said the group he’d turned to look at Rose. Sayid was not certain if The Doctor was mad or not, the things he had heard whispered round the campfire, but he was capable. And the obvious trust was an honor of its own.

McKay, Jon and Tara rounded out the group heading for the Transmitter. Tara had the map. The Doctor had announced he didn’t need it. Rose complained that such a statement was something only those male statements that tended to get people lost, so Tara had been handed the map to keep them on track, should the Doctor’s ‘excellent sense of direction’ fail them.

They had set off keeping to the shade of the treeline. Besides the shade, the ground was harder there, and easier to walk over. They were not traveling fast, in deference to McKay’s still hurting ribs.

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[McKay] Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, Doctor/Rose)

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"Right." The word was a mumbled response from McKay. He shifted his equipment around once more before giving Jon a good, old-fashioned glare, though it didn't stop him from pausing his travel once again and handing one of his briefcases with potentially useful bits of electronic equipment, a 'home built' circuit tester, and the salvageable tool kit from the aircraft. He held on to his laptop, however.

"I bet you won't see thirty years," McKay grumbled as he continued on his path once more, stumbling over a branch. It took a couple added steps to right himself, his hand going out to catch himself before another complaint came. "It can't possibly be that far. We-we-we've gone... how far? It must have been..." For an astrophysicist, he was a bad judge of physical distance.

[Doctor] Team Transmitter (tag Tara, Jon, McKay)

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"See that big light in the sky. It's just about overhead. That makes it close to noon." The Doctor pointed up with a grin. He was egging McKay on and it was pretty obvious.

"Good, that means we can stop for lunch." Rose announced.

"It also means we're about half way there, give or take." The Doctor explained.

"We've come about twenty kilometers from the camp." Sayid supplied.

"See, you're doing great." The Doctor grinned at McKay. The more he was involved in arguing, or being indignant, the less he payed attention to his aches and pains.

"Our first night's campfire remains shouldn't be too far from here, then." Rose pointed out as she dug fresh water bottles out, and some slightly bruised fruit. Smoked turtle meat was not a delicacy to be taken along. So it was vegitarian for a few days.

"Right. It'll be a good marker." The Doctor sat down, indian style, on the dirt.

"As for your technology, nope, you haven't come very far on your own yet." The Doctor let that be as much as he was saying, since this lot got all uptight about their secret government agencies. In truth, most of their advances came from using technology not their own. Even their super secret space ships used lots of borrowed technology.

"But Doctor McKay is right. You like us because we have come so far in just the last thirty years. For silly little apes, we've grown quite a bit in such a short spurt." Rose nodded to Doctor McKay.

"That's one of the reasons anyway." He winked at her.