Pick-up/Reveal pt1
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In central Dogma flirting with Lilith.
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- The Madness Place
Pick-up/Reveal pt1
Standing on the Bridge of the HMCS Heron, you adjusted your new Uniform. While still following Navy traditions, it was a slightly different colour palette. That being Intel blue with metallic Cosmic Taupe accents and piping.
You were preparing for the two-hour-long trip to lunar orbit when one of your scanner personnel spoke up.
"Goa'uld sub-light engine detected leaving Earth and passing Lunar orbit," She called out. "Heavy radio traffic detected back towards Earth, NORAD region."
"Can we decrypt it?" You asked.
"Already on it," One of the communication techs replied.
Over the next half hour, you learn that the U.S.A. government and "Star Gate Command" had "invented" an underwhelming space fighter which was literally just one of the Goa'uld fighters with a few Human control systems added on. For Vaettir's sake, they hadn't even given the computer core a proper analysis, and now Jack and T'ealc were trapped in it with no control while the ex-Deathglider headed out on a five-hundred-light-year trip on its sub-light engines.
"Sir, they have just passed Mars and lost contact with Earth," A different coms officer informed you.
"How long until we can intercept them?" You asked.
"Ten minutes, sir," Was the response. "We would need to alter our path slightly now, or we would need more time as the relative angles of approach change."
"Do so," You order. "And inform me two minutes before we enter Deathglider detection range."
---Jack O'Neill POV (Eight Minutes Later)---
You would never admit that you squeaked when the fighter's com-system had crackled to light a good ten minutes after you had exited range of Earth and a voice had shouted at you, by name.
"JACK O'NEILL, WHERE IS MY GAMEBOY!" The voice of Phil Lokison roared over the com. "IF YOU THINK YOU CAN AVOID ME BY FLEEING THE VAETTIR DAMNED SOLAR SYSTEM YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW NOTHING."
"Phil..." You responded, trying to figure out how your favourite waterbound Canuk was talking to you and who the hell Vaettir was. "Not that it is not good to hear from you, but I'm a little busy dying a long, slow death here."
"If you think I am letting you die before returning my Game Boy, you have another thing coming, you balding eagle," Phil responded with no noticeable lag in the signal.
"O'Neill, we are being approached," T'ealc informed you, pointing out the observation window.
Following his finger, you freeze. That was a spaceship, one MUCH larger than your own fighter, while still smaller than a Cheops it had the predatory look of a human-designed warship.
"Now sit tight and let me rescue you," Phil ordered over the coms. "Because I am not letting you die just yet."
"You briefly wonder if death would be preferable to the paperwork you know this would create.
Standing on the Bridge of the HMCS Heron, you adjusted your new Uniform. While still following Navy traditions, it was a slightly different colour palette. That being Intel blue with metallic Cosmic Taupe accents and piping.
You were preparing for the two-hour-long trip to lunar orbit when one of your scanner personnel spoke up.
"Goa'uld sub-light engine detected leaving Earth and passing Lunar orbit," She called out. "Heavy radio traffic detected back towards Earth, NORAD region."
"Can we decrypt it?" You asked.
"Already on it," One of the communication techs replied.
Over the next half hour, you learn that the U.S.A. government and "Star Gate Command" had "invented" an underwhelming space fighter which was literally just one of the Goa'uld fighters with a few Human control systems added on. For Vaettir's sake, they hadn't even given the computer core a proper analysis, and now Jack and T'ealc were trapped in it with no control while the ex-Deathglider headed out on a five-hundred-light-year trip on its sub-light engines.
"Sir, they have just passed Mars and lost contact with Earth," A different coms officer informed you.
"How long until we can intercept them?" You asked.
"Ten minutes, sir," Was the response. "We would need to alter our path slightly now, or we would need more time as the relative angles of approach change."
"Do so," You order. "And inform me two minutes before we enter Deathglider detection range."
---Jack O'Neill POV (Eight Minutes Later)---
You would never admit that you squeaked when the fighter's com-system had crackled to light a good ten minutes after you had exited range of Earth and a voice had shouted at you, by name.
"JACK O'NEILL, WHERE IS MY GAMEBOY!" The voice of Phil Lokison roared over the com. "IF YOU THINK YOU CAN AVOID ME BY FLEEING THE VAETTIR DAMNED SOLAR SYSTEM YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW NOTHING."
"Phil..." You responded, trying to figure out how your favourite waterbound Canuk was talking to you and who the hell Vaettir was. "Not that it is not good to hear from you, but I'm a little busy dying a long, slow death here."
"If you think I am letting you die before returning my Game Boy, you have another thing coming, you balding eagle," Phil responded with no noticeable lag in the signal.
"O'Neill, we are being approached," T'ealc informed you, pointing out the observation window.
Following his finger, you freeze. That was a spaceship, one MUCH larger than your own fighter, while still smaller than a Cheops it had the predatory look of a human-designed warship.
"Now sit tight and let me rescue you," Phil ordered over the coms. "Because I am not letting you die just yet."
"You briefly wonder if death would be preferable to the paperwork you know this would create.
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