crossing_lostrp | [Sam, Dean, Locke] Out, Out, Damn Vortex!

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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.

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((OOC: Reposting due to slightly more sensible reasoning. And I figured that it's at least been a minute or two, and these web-swingers can string people up in less than a minute, so... ))

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."

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He paused for a moment, looking at Jack and the bit of new technology being given him. McKay didn't have time to ask too many questions, certainly, and he was pretty sure he could figure it out when the time came. After all, how hard could it be?

McKay was well into the woods now, and unless he was off, headed directly for the offcourse wormhole. Tripping on branches, there were more than a couple times that he smacked right into bushes, losing his momentum if not his feet. After all, it was late at night, and as far as light went, it wasn't a particularly bright evening. Add to that the canopy, and the smaller-than-an-ancient-oak-tree vegegation wasn't going to be seen clearly. At least, not by the scientist.

"Ow!"

In case there was any question whether John, Dean and Sam could follow, if not find them, it was easily dispelled.

"Ow! My arm!" The exclamations were breathless. He hadn't run like this for some time. Of course, he was easily pushed on by the thought that more wraith could be pouring out of the wormhole.

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Jon made his way back to the control room for another look at the cameras, calling for Quentin to follow. There were a lot of people outside, better grouped now thankfully, but still unarmed for the most part.. though it didn't sound like anything short of a staff weapon or whatever it was those Wraith were carrying was going to stop one. Like most people would hand him something like that!

A quick glance and a wave to Scott and Ami - looking cozy enough, though now really wasn't the time for warm fuzzies - and he was back in the hallway, jogging past Quentin to the main door. Lots of people, but no idea of how many Wraith were l-

Jon's train of thought was interrupted by thuds from the storage room. Motioning for Quentin to wait, he pushed the door open gently - weapon ready if need be (he was sure he'd heard something about Wraith and beaming) - then all the way when he saw who it was and what he had strapped to his back.

What have I got, what do I need?

"Pierson! You know how to use that thing?"

The doctor frowned comically, still holding the item he'd just pulled off a shelf. "A towel? In what way? It's the most massively useful thing -"

"The sword!" Jon growled in frustration. "Do you know how to using the goddamn sword or do you carry it around for the hell of it? We've got intergalactic space vampires on the loose and bullets don't do squat."

"Goodness," Pierson smirked, though there was a flicker of.. something.. in his eyes. "Heaven forbid that shooting someone should fail to solve the problem."

We don't have time for this. "Ok, so you're a doctor. Hang around too long and it won't be worth healing the sick, but if you won't help do the rest of us a favor and let someone else try. Maybe that pirate of yours."

That got a reaction.

"This isn't a toy, child. A papercut might take your arm off, which would be fairly painful. Messy too, and I'm not that desperate for work." The doctor groaned and stuffed the towel through a belt loop, though he didn't draw the blade. "Lead on then, up the bloody garden path."

Jon squinted at the man incredulously. Was he mad? "Do you have to take that?"

"The sword? I thought that's what you wanted - oh, the towel. Well, it might come in handy as a distress signal. Come on, I'm not getting any younger here."

"That'll be the least of your worries if you get caught by a Wraith," the teenager muttered, heading back outside.