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[Sam, Dean, Locke] Out, Out, Damn Vortex!
Who: Dean, Sam, Locke
Where: Outside near the Medical Facility
When: Day 20, late night, just after Raelle's arrival
Invited: McKay, anyone at outside the Medical Facility
Status: Complete
The scene outside of the bunker was mass chaos. May leapt through the trees, energy and projectile shots were fired, and most suprisingly of all, the truly strange-looking spiney demon morphed into Kenzaki before passing out on Daniel.
John, Dean, and Sam gaped at the sight from where they'd taken cover at the edge of the jungle. While Dean grumbled about only being able to take potshots at a few of the Wraith, Sam had been searching Dad's journal for a spell to close the vortex that continued to swirl ominously overhead. Locke simply seemed awestruck by Kenzaki's transformation. Dean frowned and shook his head. "Fuck me," he murmured. "No wonder it spoke Japanese."
Sam and John looked at him dubiously. "You knew it spoke Japanese?" John asked quietly.
"Hey, I wasn't looking a gift guard demon in the mouth," Dean retorted, returing his attention to the Desert Eagle in his hands. He scanned the clearing for more Wraith. "It growled and hissed. Seemed to understand Daniel's Japanese. Whatever."
Sam frowned at his brother for a moment longer before glancing upwards again. The vortex hasn't grown any larger, but it hadn't diminished, either. "We've got to close that thing before any more ships come through." Apparently McKay had the same idea, because he sprinted with surprising speed across the clearing toward the vortex.
Dean nodded. "John, cover me and Sam. We're closing that sonofabitch."
"You got it," the older man confirmed, sighting his rifle. After one last look around for Wraith, Sam and Dean burst out of their cover, following McKay at a dead run.
Where: Outside near the Medical Facility
When: Day 20, late night, just after Raelle's arrival
Invited: McKay, anyone at outside the Medical Facility
Status: Complete
The scene outside of the bunker was mass chaos. May leapt through the trees, energy and projectile shots were fired, and most suprisingly of all, the truly strange-looking spiney demon morphed into Kenzaki before passing out on Daniel.
John, Dean, and Sam gaped at the sight from where they'd taken cover at the edge of the jungle. While Dean grumbled about only being able to take potshots at a few of the Wraith, Sam had been searching Dad's journal for a spell to close the vortex that continued to swirl ominously overhead. Locke simply seemed awestruck by Kenzaki's transformation. Dean frowned and shook his head. "Fuck me," he murmured. "No wonder it spoke Japanese."
Sam and John looked at him dubiously. "You knew it spoke Japanese?" John asked quietly.
"Hey, I wasn't looking a gift guard demon in the mouth," Dean retorted, returing his attention to the Desert Eagle in his hands. He scanned the clearing for more Wraith. "It growled and hissed. Seemed to understand Daniel's Japanese. Whatever."
Sam frowned at his brother for a moment longer before glancing upwards again. The vortex hasn't grown any larger, but it hadn't diminished, either. "We've got to close that thing before any more ships come through." Apparently McKay had the same idea, because he sprinted with surprising speed across the clearing toward the vortex.
Dean nodded. "John, cover me and Sam. We're closing that sonofabitch."
"You got it," the older man confirmed, sighting his rifle. After one last look around for Wraith, Sam and Dean burst out of their cover, following McKay at a dead run.
[Mayday] Adventures in Wraith-sitting
Okay, now Sam, Dean and Locke were running out into the open, and nobody was shooting at them. Things were looking up.
Not for the Wraith, however. It was currently hanging upside down from a branch, suspended by a combination of vines and webbing tied securely around its ankles and its wrists - the latter she'd done hastily and as tightly as she could, in case it made another grab for her. She'd augmented the vines with some of her webbing, trying to leave a tiny bit in her last canister just in case. If the sucker woke up, it might be able to free itself, but it probably wouldn't be able to do so before she knocked it out again.
May surveyed her work one last time before jumping down to the forest floor, eying the unconscious Wraith warily. "Now what am I going to do with you?" As long as it was still alive, there was a chance it could wake up and go after someone else. But a scratch and a shredded shirt wasn't enough to kill over in her book; she'd spared worse from death. Of course, it wasn't like there was a jail to throw this guy in. But she wasn't entirely sure she could kill it even if she had the stomach to do so. Rodney mentioned that bullets only slowed one of these things down, right?
Leaving it unattended was an even worse idea, since there was no guarantee it wouldn't wake up, get free, get pissed and go looking for a snack. (Great. I get to babysit the space vampire.)
Not that she was entirely bitter about that; it was better than being shot at, scratched, eaten or being thrown around like a rag doll. And if she had to guard the bastard all night, if that kept everybody else safe, she would. Still, she had to let somebody know what she'd caught. "Hey, can someone give me a hand here?" she shouted, hoping the cavalry could hear her.
Possibly hearing her shout, the Wraith stirred. May jumped and blasted it with the rifle, and it promptly went limp again. "Scary thing is," she muttered to no one in particular, "I've babysat worse."
[Locke] Adventures in Wraith-dispatching
"Thanks." She gave him a brief grin as her eyes continually scanned their surroundings. "Ugly, isn't he?"
Locke nodded absently. The creature -- alien -- was, indeed, far from handsome. That was the least of their worries. From what Daniel had said, the Wraith were vicious, unrepentant killers. He'd seen their speed and strength first hand. The prisoner might break his bonds upon awakening.
"Can I see that?" Locke asked, gesturing at the staff/rifle.
May shrugged. "Sure. I'm no good with guns, anyway."
After leaning his rifle against the tree, but well out of the Wraith's reach, he took the alien weapon from May. It was surprisingly light and well-balanced. Being careful to point the business end way from May, Locke took a few moments to locate the trigger mechanism. It seemed simple enough.
Locke took a step back, aimed the Wraith rifle point-blank at the creature's neck, and fired. Light flashed, the Wraith shrieked, and the smell of charred flesh filled the air. "What the hell are you doing?!" May exclaimed.
"What needs to be done," Locke replied calmly. The alien twitched and stuggled in its bonds. Locke shot its neck twice more. The thing stopped moving once its head fell to the mossy ground with a thump.
He looked up at May, who stared, horrified. "It wasn't one of the good ones."
[Mayday] Shoot first, ask questions later?
"Not one of the good ones?" May echoed. "That's the justification for blowing its head off?"
Locke frowned. "I'm not sure if McKay told you this, but these things feed off human life-force. I don't think they were intending to let prisoners live." He glanced at her side, where the shredded shirt and bloodstains made the scratch look worse than it was. She shifted her weight, turning that side away from him.
"I got the Cliffs Notes explanation," May snapped. "I was hoping we could have gotten some info out of it first. Maybe how many more of its buddies were coming through? We don't know if they came here by accident or if we can close the - portal, rift, whatever that thing is." She looked at the headless body, sickened. "We're probably not going to know now."
"There isn't time for interrogation." Seeing the look on her face, Locke's expression softened a bit. "Don't feel sorry for it. Save your compassion--"
"If you're going to say compassion's a weakness, please don't finish that sentence," she said quietly.
He looked genuinely surprised. "I was going to say you should save it for those who need it."
"I'm sorry. Someone once told me that, and he was NOT one of the 'good ones.'" She shook her head, snapping her thoughts back to the present and turning away from the Wraith. "Let's go see if the guys need backup."