[Daniel] Working it Out
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crossing_lostrpWho: Daniel
Where: Mini-Bunker, Jail/Observation Station
When: Day 20, late night/Day 21, early morning
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete [Closed]
The Wraith threat was, as far as they knew, ended. Daniel had been angry, frustrated and annoyed by the news brought back from the beach camp. Not because he was foolish enough to think that he could have done anything to help those they lost – (and yes, he was foolish enough to think that even if he wouldn't admit that foolish weakness aloud) – but because it was a waste. Every person at that camp had been told about the bunker and given the option to come here. Sure, the quarters would be close and the outside would probably have looked like a refugee camp, but the bunker was a safe zone. They had a few injuries here, and those had been from people who went hunting the Wraith, not civilians.
And even after the attack, for one reason or another they insisted on staying on the beach. "It's familiar," or "Are we really safer anywhere on the island?" were the excuses given. Familiarity hadn't saved their lives.
Daniel hadn't been able to save their lives.
An axe from the supply closet and twenty minutes alone with an innocent sapling had done enough to curb Daniel's frustration and return him to a point where he could deal with people again. No one commented on the dirt on his face, the redness of his eyes, or the sweat and woodchips that covered his body when he returned to the bunker.
He stayed just long enough to turn the bunker's control over to Blaise, then armed with the laptop they'd confiscated from DHARMA and a flashlight, he headed over to the observation station. Daniel searched every square inch and was on the verge of radioing for the Doctor or Rodney when he found what he was looking for: on the north side of the building, buried beneath overgrowth was a large metal box. Two whacks with the axe and the lock fell off, and the doors opened to reveal a generator.
Daniel wasn't Carter and he wasn't McKay, but he'd spent enough time around the former – and now the latter – to have picked up a little by osmosis. That had to be the only explanation. Hankering down on his knees, Daniel plunged in, only mildly surprised to see that the generator was some sort of modified alien technology. Particularly crystal technology.
An hour later, the deserted station was powered up.
Inside was still dreary and drab, even more so with the lights showing the rust and mildew and overgrowth of better days. Daniel didn't care about that. What he cared about were the observation screens and the cells which now had force field walls as their cell doors.
It was time to move their "prisoners" and time to get some answers.
Where: Mini-Bunker, Jail/Observation Station
When: Day 20, late night/Day 21, early morning
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete [Closed]
The Wraith threat was, as far as they knew, ended. Daniel had been angry, frustrated and annoyed by the news brought back from the beach camp. Not because he was foolish enough to think that he could have done anything to help those they lost – (and yes, he was foolish enough to think that even if he wouldn't admit that foolish weakness aloud) – but because it was a waste. Every person at that camp had been told about the bunker and given the option to come here. Sure, the quarters would be close and the outside would probably have looked like a refugee camp, but the bunker was a safe zone. They had a few injuries here, and those had been from people who went hunting the Wraith, not civilians.
And even after the attack, for one reason or another they insisted on staying on the beach. "It's familiar," or "Are we really safer anywhere on the island?" were the excuses given. Familiarity hadn't saved their lives.
Daniel hadn't been able to save their lives.
An axe from the supply closet and twenty minutes alone with an innocent sapling had done enough to curb Daniel's frustration and return him to a point where he could deal with people again. No one commented on the dirt on his face, the redness of his eyes, or the sweat and woodchips that covered his body when he returned to the bunker.
He stayed just long enough to turn the bunker's control over to Blaise, then armed with the laptop they'd confiscated from DHARMA and a flashlight, he headed over to the observation station. Daniel searched every square inch and was on the verge of radioing for the Doctor or Rodney when he found what he was looking for: on the north side of the building, buried beneath overgrowth was a large metal box. Two whacks with the axe and the lock fell off, and the doors opened to reveal a generator.
Daniel wasn't Carter and he wasn't McKay, but he'd spent enough time around the former – and now the latter – to have picked up a little by osmosis. That had to be the only explanation. Hankering down on his knees, Daniel plunged in, only mildly surprised to see that the generator was some sort of modified alien technology. Particularly crystal technology.
An hour later, the deserted station was powered up.
Inside was still dreary and drab, even more so with the lights showing the rust and mildew and overgrowth of better days. Daniel didn't care about that. What he cared about were the observation screens and the cells which now had force field walls as their cell doors.
It was time to move their "prisoners" and time to get some answers.
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(frozen) IC Revision
Date: 2006-09-29 01:35 pm (UTC)Broken transponders still in her hands, Raelle made her way carefully into the bunker.She stopped in the control room, it being the first room of note she'd found, and asked after Dr. McKay. The general response? Try the other bunker.
The other bunker?
Getting directions and taking a moment to shove the transponder pieces into her bag, she left the bunker and made her way through the woods. The directions would have been easier to follow in full day light, but there were enough footprints and broken foliage, even in the darkened forest, for her to track her way there.
So, she climbed down the hatch and wandered the corridor, looking for the her friend. But, it was empty. That meant the next place to look would be wherever people were sleeping. However, that was not the room she found next.
"So, prisoners? Interrogation?" The words were soft, from beyond the doorway beside her, but they were audible enough. The young huntress paused and then moved towards the door, looking into the room.
Daniel sat there with Jon, coffee near to hand. Though her brows were still creased with some distress, she offered a smile. To be honest, it was a rather wry offering, more of a half-smile than a full one, but that was usual enough for her. Especially when she was feeling unsure.
"Forgive me for interrupting," she said, entering and giving the men a slight nod of greeting. "I was looking for Dr. McKay." She lifted her bag, reaching in and pulling out some pieces from the transponders. These two seemed to take leadership positions among the people here. And Daniel had that whole SGC thing going for him. "I have destroyed the Wraith transponders, so that they will not alert other Wraith in their hive ships to our presence. If this is Earth," and she wasn't sure she entirely believed that yet, "then it is unlikely there are any anywhere near here. However, if one wormhole can go awry, others may as well." She crossed to a table and laid the pieces down, cracked and shattered disks with microchips and now-darkened once-blinky lights. She regarded them seriously, though she half expected a dismissal. "I suggest, however, that we do the same with any of the Darts that have crashed and, if there are any still alive, that we confiscate their transponders and destroy them as well."
Something occurred to her, just then, and she let out a soft "Ah!" Her wry half-smile grew to a fuller one, head rolling a little with ironic embarrassment. "Forgive me. I do not think we have been properly introduced and, if we have... forgive my short memory. It has been... an eventful..." she looked about, "Night." Still day on Atlantis. One of the oddities of Stargate travel.
Her hands fell to her side and her shoulders straightened as she held herself to her full height—hardly more than five feet, perhaps five-foot-two—with the quiet dignity endemic to her people. "I am Raelle Kendrin. Of Athos."
(frozen) [Jon] Athos?
Date: 2006-09-29 10:23 pm (UTC)"Jon Murphy and Daniel Jackson of.. Earth," he stated blandly, pointing appropriately while Daniel slurped yet more coffee. There wouldn't be any left soon, damn it. "McKay's back at the main bunker, snoring like a trumpet."
Either way, Wraith transponders sounded like something he didn't want to hear about. "Does smashing those things actually work?"
Raelle nodded, and Jon grinned. Finally: something that responded positively to concussive maintenance (not to mention a really good excuse to escape questions, now that he'd successfully unburdened himself). "You wanna hand?"
(frozen) Re: [Jon] Athos?
Date: 2006-09-30 06:10 am (UTC)Her eyes tracked to Daniel Jackson, however. "Daniel Jackson." It was a greeting tacked on to the one to Jon, but not as an afterthought by any means. It merely lacked any preamble, which was also typical enough of her. She studied the archaeologist for a moment. He was a member of the celebrated SG-1, wasn't he? The one several of the women in the Altantis Expedition had mentioned to her. Repeatedly. Huhn. While she could concede he was attractive, he looked rather weary to her eye, like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Though, perhaps that was just the fatigue of the night past wearing on him.
Turning back to Jon, since he was the one that seemed to be the most interested in talking, Raelle gave a simple nod. "I would appreciate the help, yes. I need to find Dr. McKay and then we need to find the Dart that crashed. As you are more familiar with this place than I, I would very much welcome your aid." Particularly since she knew McKay had the tracking skills of wood block and the wilderness survival instincts of an air-drowned fish. Put him in a lab, and he would reign as king. In the woods? Not so much. That was her domain, not his.
She put the broken transponder pieces back into her bag. The microcells and microchips could likely be salvaged, if McKay really wanted. She doubted he would, but stranger things had happened. (Particularly to him.) The Dart systems would be more valuable. But, only if their 'concussive maintenance'... or whatever other technomagic McKay decided to work, was successful at disabling the in-craft transponder.
Of course, the laptop velcro'ed in its case to her pack would likely help. She just had to wonder if, once given over to McKay, she'd ever see it again. Hmm. She just might have to make a point of that.
Turning her smile on Daniel, then, she gave something of a formal nod that was very nearly a half-bow. "It is good to meet you, Doctor. If you do not require Jon Murphy, I believe we should attend to this as soon as we can. If you will excuse us?"
She glanced then to Jon and stepped back, expecting he would lead the way.
(frozen) [Jon] Onwards and technobabblewards
Date: 2006-09-30 03:34 pm (UTC)"So what, we pick up McKay first?" he grinned maliciously, remembering the man's loud snores.
"Jon.." Daniel warned.
"Just thinking that we should get more coffee on the way," he replied innocently, but he knew he wasn't fooling anyone - not even Raelle, with that dignified/calm look on her face. "I'll see if we can borrow a couple of those Wraith stunners too, huh? Just in case."
Daniel shooed them out tiredly, but Jon was having none of it.
"We're headed to the bunker and so are you, remember? Bed, or at least rest. Prisoners too, clean-up, yadda yadda." He indicated the door. "C'mon. I wouldn't want you to collapse from exhaustion halfway there."
(frozen) [Raelle] What is it about Earther scientists?
Date: 2006-09-30 07:40 pm (UTC)Shouldering her pack, she stepped to the side of the door, making a point of waiting for Daniel to precede both her and Jon from the room—no matter how reluctantly he did so.