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PostPosted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 1:07 pm 
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Caleb couldn't hear the conversation that was taking place between the medics, Taft and the injured person, part of him didn't want to hear it either. Caleb could deal with death, was trained in the art of being able to take people out without them suffering even when they were the enemy, but he didn't want to listen to them as they did it. Maybe that made him a bad person, but so what, he'd prefer the clean kill over a sloppy one any day. Anger coursed through him at that, and he shifted in his position slightly rustling his clothing as he did so, whoever or whatever had attacked Tollana clearly had no mercy.

He glanced over his shoulder back to the group, when he saw Claire walk away from the patient on the floor and felt his stomach drop out the bottom of his boots. He knew what that meant, that nothing else could be done, he wanted to go over to her and tell her that it was okay, everything would be fine. But what was fine about death? Nothing, it wasn't clean, it wasn't final, it was painful and dirty even when you didn't know the person intimately.

But he knew he couldn't actually go over to her, he kept her in his sights as she moved away from the group a little, he was still watching all their sixes as it were. When he caught sight of Tahirah offering up the Zat to Taft, Caleb figured what she was trying to say, and he inwardly nodded to himself at the offer. He'd worked with the Zat's before, he liked their precision and how they killed someone quick no mess, no pain, it was the most effective weapon he'd come across in his year at the SGC.

He went back to keeping an eye on Claire, waiting for either the next body they found or the next set of instructions. He just hoped that the next body they found they could help, he didn't want to feel completely helpless on this mission.


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 6:48 pm 
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Taft waved Mere off, putting a hand on the guy's shoulder. "Don't worry kid, I didn't take that oath." He lifted his head and looked around, just in case, and that was when he saw Tahirah's offer. It would make more noise than he'd had in mind but it would be quicker. He mulled that over and then held up his hand for her to toss the weapon to him.

Once it was in hand he leaned back down, out of sight, and spoke quietly to the wounded man. "I'm going to use this on you. You'll hear a beep and that's it. You're a brave kid, going out on your own terms takes moxie." He charged the weapon, unfolding into its zig zag shape, and held it near the back of his target. "We'll tell your people where to find you." beep-zap beep-zap The first shot rendered the victim unconscious, the second killed them. Taft closed it up, the thing that made that body worthy of respect had just fled its mortal coil. He stood and shimmied out of the bushes.

"Up and at 'em, people. We have someplace to be." He moved back to point, handing the zat to Tahirah on the way by. It was time to move on, in more ways than one.


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 8:33 pm 
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The wound was horrific. Even with years of training, and first-hand experience of injuries similar or far worse, Mere still felt her stomach recoil at the sight. The pink of his guts was a direct contrast to the blackened and charred edges of the wound tract, and it was cruel that he had survived the initial blast, only to have to agonise until his body gave out.

The Doctors reaction confirmed Mere’s own opinion that the man was beyond their assistance. Her triage knowledge had categorized him as death imminent, and she knew that palliative care was all they could offer. Mere reached a hand down to open one of the little packs she had strapped to her leg, knowing it contained basic pain relief.

It was all she could do, but she hesitated, realising that they had no clue as to how many people would need their help once they reached the Tollans, and that potentially she would be wasting resources.

“I’m sorry … I can …”

Taft’s voice, answering on from Claire’s understandable declining to end their patient’s life, silenced her sentence and made the decision for her. Zipping the pack closed again, Mere moved from Kaino’s side and stood up, eyes roaming the surroundings out of instinct and a desire to not witness what was occurring. Glancing upon Tahirah, Mere closed her eyes and let out a breath, walking off to a position where she could monitor the perimeter, but be just separate enough to be alone in that moment.

Ending a life was not something Mere enjoyed doing. It seemed counter intuitive when you considered that as a soldier she’d done that in the line of duty more times that she cared to count, but her first role was to heal, and even though she knew what was occurring was a mercy, she couldn’t watch.

Bowing her head Mere muttered the same words spoken whenever a soldier fell, she’d never considered herself overly religious, but the habit and tradition of wishing a soldier safe passage was as ingrained into her as a salute, and she never let a soul go unspoken for.

Face grim, Mere fell back into formation with the group, retrieving her crate and setting to mind once more, the task up ahead.

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 8:47 pm 
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Claire felt isolated in that moment, and when she heard the noise from the zat, she finally gave up the pretence, and stumbled to a small stand of bushes, vomiting bitter bile. It wasn't the first time she had lost a patient, but it was the first time that a patient had asked for help to end his own life. Hearing that help be delivered, though... well, it broke her. On one level, she understood the man's need to die on his own terms, but, as a doctor, could never have carried out that wish. It was something that continued to conflict her at times.

As she turned back to the team, she met Caleb's eyes, and gave her head the briefest of shakes. She would carry the weight of guilt over Kaino with her. The team seemed to ooze back together, and Claire wordlessly returned to her hiding spot, retrieving the crate that she had been carrying, and returning to the team. She only hoped that they weren't too late to help at least a few people.

Her eyes hooded, Claire nodded to Taft in silent acknowledgment of what he had done for Kaino. In a way, she was glad that it hadn't been Caleb who had taken the decision to end Kaino's life for him. It would be a bitter pill to swallow. "I'm ready," she said, her voice quiet and small. Give it a few minutes and she'd be okay, but, for now, she needed to process what had just happened, and whether or not she had made the right call.


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PostPosted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 11:18 pm 
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Hearing the double discharge of the zat'nikatel, Tahirah frowned. Her hand came up to her chest, clenched in a fist over her heart. Then she opened it slowly until it hovered in front of her, palm up. Wa'dak ab eis swet. may your heart be as light as a feather It was a traditional blessing for the departed, as appropriate here as it would have been on Hekuptah. She hoped that the brave man's ka would find it's way to whatever version of Du'at he believed in.

She took her weapon back from Taft with a slight nod of respect. It wasn't an easy thing he had done and she wanted him to know she understood, perhaps more than any other person here. Locking it back down, she slid it back into it's holster and then began searching her pockets for something. It was a habit she had picked up since joining the Tau'ri, and usually she had at least one piece on her. It finally surfaced in the cargo pockets of her pants, wrapped in silver paper. Perhaps it was having lived most of her live on a desert, but Tahirah hated dry mouth. One of the Tau'ri introduced her to gum, which she immediately took to, especially the mint.

Tahirah could hear sunu Claire gathering herself, there was no doubting how difficult this had been on the woman. She was an entirely different breed than Tahirah, softer and more caring but no less strong of spirit. She would be good match for Caleb, should he not fumble things. Tahirah caught her eye, and wordlessly handed her the stick of gum to clear some of the bitter taste from her mouth.

Then she too retrieved her crate, prepared her ma'tok, and waited the order to move.


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PostPosted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 2:07 pm 
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Caleb ended back in formation, the weight of the fact that they just had to put a person out of their misery a heavy silence between all them. Or rather that was what he felt anyway, it wasn't nice loosing someone, especially when it was them doing the killing of them. He took a deep breath, tightened his grip slightly tighter, hoped that they would be able to save the next person they came across, before following the others on the way to their meeting point.

He wasn't sure how much the team would be able to take if they kept finding people like the previous person. It was a moral thing, that he was thinking of, it didn't do anyone any good to keep finding dead people, he just hoped that the kids they were meant to be seeing to, weren't in as a bad shape. It was one thing to see an adult in a state it was complete another to see a child like that.


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PostPosted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 4:38 am 
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Taft took up point again but stood still, eyes carefully watching the way ahead. Investigating every detail for threat, for trouble, for ease of passage. Back to work on a problem he could solve so that he didn't linger over one that had already been resolved. It also gave the good Doctor a chance to handle her personal situation. He couldn't blame her, he'd thrown up the first time he'd ever killed someone. Again when someone he'd known well was killed near him. Everybody had their breaking point, he just hoped she wouldn't ever learn to live with death. That wasn't a good quality for a doctor to have.

When it sounded like she was gathering back together Taft turned and, indeed, found Claire nodding at him. It could be for any of a billion thoughts in her head so Taft merely nodded back. Claire declared... heh... that she was ready and he looked at the others real quick to make sure all was well. Everybody else looked squared away and Taft turned while twirling a finger in the air, then pointing. It meant all together, this way. He set out again, his weapon leading the way and pointed where ever he looked as he moved. He moved carefully, just as before, only this time he was actually expecting their destination to reveal itself in the near future.


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PostPosted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 11:07 pm 
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The heavy silence that had descended in the seconds after the Zat was fired, was deafening, and Mere felt as though it cloaked each of them in their little bubble, although she was aware of the sounds of everyone around her. The sound of a stomach empting was unmistakeable, and she turned to see who it was, although she suspected it would be the Dr, and Mere couldn’t blame her. Her own stomach was rolling with what she had seen, and what she knew had been done, and only a stubborn focus on the task at hand, kept the frustration from pooling over and splashing salty trails down her face. She’d work it out, when she was home, be it with a beer, a run, or some other physical release.

Briefly balancing the crate one handed on her hip, Mere extended a hand out and gave Claire a glancing squeeze on the arm, before moving back into her spot in the formation, nodding a silent acknowledgment as Taft glanced around, and gestured to move on. She moved slowly, the crate inhibiting the ease of movement, leaving her almost blind to what lay immediately in front of her feet, and scuppered in the event of a sudden fire fight. Hairs prickled along the back of her neck as she half stepped, half shuffled forward, her gun hand twitching a silent staccato on the crate.

By her estimation, and the SgtMjrs directions, they couldn’t have been more than 30 minutes from the camp when they came through the gate, although that time estimate was based on a straight run. If they kept finding survivors, or people like Kaino, then it would take longer, time that that Tollans may not have.

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Claire's face was sombre as she glanced at Tahirah, a little surprised that the woman was offering her... a chewing gum. It took a second for her to accept it, with the tiniest of smiles and a single nod. Looking down at the floor, Claire unwrapped it, popping it into her mouth and taking a few thoughtful chews.

There was nothing that could have been done for Kaino, no matter what she had tried, and it would have wasted both time and resources. However, as a surgeon, no matter what, she had owed it to him to at least try. She hadn't had a choice in the moment, though, and it was something she would have to learn to live with. How long that would take, she didn't know, but she did know that she would have to set it aside while they were on Tollana. She could sort her shit out later.

The team moved into formation, and even though she barely recognised Taft's signal, everyone else did, and she fell into line behind Taft and Tahirah, taking more care with her crate than ever before. She had lost one patient too many today, and planned on losing no more.

She took a deep breath, and caught up to Tahirah, so that she would be within hearing distance of Taft without having to raise her voice. "How far now, Sarge?" Anyone who knew her would recognise a dead flatness to her voice, and even Claire herself picked up on it. It was a discordant note that she didn't like, and didn't want to hear again.


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 1:38 am 
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"How far now, Sarge?"

It was a good question. While Tahirah would march as far and as long as was required of her, she was anxious to get to their destination. Every delay, no matter how vital, left them exposed. Tahirah would much prefer to have the home ground advantage, good cover, a nice defensible building. Enemies one could see would be a blessing too. The corner of Tahirah's mouth twitched, but amused as she was, she stifled it. The other's would not understand.


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