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PostPosted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 9:00 pm 
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"Now." Taft kicked his crate through the gate, took a step to the side to center up on the gate and jumped through with his weapon leveled ahead fully expecting to have Tahirah a bare half step behind him in pace and by his side by the time he really had his eyes adjusted.

The quadrangle was a complete mess. An explosion of some sort had gone off, cratering out a section of the quadrangle and cracking the earth and flagstone for meters beyond that. There were signs of weapon fire, energy scorch marks. But also pitting, as if from a projectile weapon. Taft would have to take a moment at some point to look for the projectiles to see if they were shrapnel or actual bullet-esque weapon fire remnants. For now he had a fire arc to investigate. He scanned the arc one way, then the other. The shotgun swept through and then pointed to individual spots for closer inspection but nothing moved. There were bodies, here and there, but so far as Taft could tell on an opening glance they were all Tollan.

He moved forward enough to make sure none of the rest of his team would be bumping into him, then waited until everybody was out and orientated.


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 12:05 am 
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The crate clattered through the gate, sliding an impressive way into the courtyard. Tahirah followed it mere moments later. Staff weapon at the ready, she did a quick initial scan for movement along their left flank. Seeing nothing, she allowed herself to focus on the battlefield. There was no doubt that is what it was. There was evidence of an explosion and several types of weapon fire, though not recent enough to still be smoking. The fallen were still, which also indicated the fight had been over at least 20 minutes.

She stepped further way from the Chappa'ai, to give her teammates room to come through. Clear, Sir. Securing the Control Pedestal Tahirah moved a few steps further into the courtyard and stopped. While she was not too far away from her teammates to provide cover, she was close enough that should an unseen hand begin to dial, there was no way she would miss. The DHD was their only way out until they secured the courtyard, she wasn't going to leave it undefended. She continued to look for enemies, but her main focus was the DHD.


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 5:44 am 
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Claire had grabbed the third and final of the crates before stepping through, almost afraid of what she would find on the other side of the gate. Her imagination hadn't let her down, and she frowned with an almost physical pain at what she saw.

The ground was littered with bodies, the quadrangle in which they had arrived in a state of partial destruction. She had no real idea what she was looking at in terms of how it may have been destroyed, though. That was for the soldiers to know. It was Claire's job to patch up the injured as best she could.

Dropping the crate, she knelt down next to the nearest body, and bowed her head briefly as she took a pulse. Nothing. She hadn't expected one, really: a gaping wound in his stomach, surrounded by charring, was all she had needed to know. It wasn't the worst injury she had seen someone recover from, but he would have needed immediate help.

Bringing herself back to standing, she let herself survey the surrounding area from the relative cover of the MALP. There was nothing good there that day, and Claire knew that it was going to be a difficult and lengthy process ahead of them. Her first priority would, of course, be to find the children that Narim had told Hammond about. If nothing else, if they could help save the children, then it would have been a trip worth making.


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 9:32 pm 
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As the Gate came to life, Caleb resisted the urge to step away from it, he always had to double check himself to make sure he was far enough away from the big 'whoosh' it did. Not that anyone would ever let a person stand close enough to essentially get vaporised, but it was still something he noticed himself doing even subconsciously. There was that tingle of excitement about journeying to another planet, once the wormhole was established and had settled back down.

He gave a quick, curt nod to Taft as he took up position at the back, making sure the Claire was well and truly in the middle of the team. He gripped his weapon tighter, bringing it up ready as he watched Claire enter the event horizon followed by the last of the crates. He wanted to make some kind of cheeky comment, lighten the mood again but now wasn't the time for lightening the mood, now was the time for slipping completely into that military mindset. The one that held only a regard for the orders that would come his way, and for trying to make sure none of them were hurt or injured in the process.

Resisting the urge to hold his breath, it really didn't do well to hold your breath if you were stepping through the Stargate, he stepped through the horizon. Caleb always expected the event horizon to feel cold, it was a giant shimmering blue circle at the end of the day and it reminded him of water, but it never really felt of anything. Which was always surprising, considering the thing essentially took you apart and rearranged you on the other side (it was a really good thing he didn't come up with any PR work for this programme, he was pretty sure he'd fail).

Arriving on Tollana, Caleb did feel his breath catch as his eyes adjusted from the bright, bright lights of the SGC to the outside world of a different planet. It was like stepping from brilliant sunshine into a house, although bright on both accounts it always took a second to adjust. He sighted the area, keeping an eye and an ear out for any sound out of the ordinary, of course everything was unusual in that court yard.

He hadn't missed the bodies strewn about, some having some very gory holes blasted on them. He really didn't want to meet the Furlings or whatever they were, if they had done this. He felt slightly sick, as he heard Tahirah say she was securing the DHD, he could deal with dead bodies, could deal with blood and guts. None of what he was seeing, bothered him, except for how violent everyone had been struck down, the silence of the death hanging in the air it was suffocating it really was.

Caleb moved off to the side slightly, still keeping the Doctor in the middle just making sure that nothing was actually waiting to the side. If this was all the dead bodies, what he really wanted to know was were the kids were at?

"Thought there was meant to be people alive here, sir?" said Caleb, his voice almost not carrying the distance in the quiet. He stepped over another body, this one face down, it was easier to not attach yourself to what was going on when you couldn't see their faces. It didn't make them a person at the end of the day.


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 8:19 pm 
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Exhaling as she stepped on through, Mere immediately stepped to one side, weapon readied as she swept her lines of sight. The aftermath of a battle was clear and immediate, the dead littered the pock marked earth, and dust still hung in the air, the scent of the fight lingering.

Satisfied that nothing was lurking with the intent of an immediate ambush, Mere shadowed Claire as she moved forward to check on one of the fallen. Casting her eyes about, she counted the dead, the bitter taste of anger filling her mouth.

It reminded her of Afghanistan, Iraq, Bahrain! Every road side bombing, every bloody shootout she’d ever had to see, and it never got easier, but she’d gotten better. Learning to fuel the disgust and hate into energy to do what little good could be done.

“Did we get intel on where the settlement would be, or where survivors would likely hole up?” Mere tacked her query onto the end of Caleb’s statement.

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:03 pm 
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Taft didn't say anything to Tahirah when she declared her intentions, he just ran the muzzle of his weapon up both sides of her path and beyond before returning his focus to what he'd been doing. Or, rather, what he'd been about to do. He shot a wary glance at the body that Claire had decided to check out but decided that hole in it's body cavity was genuine and not a fake out pretty quickly. Finally, he spared Caleb a response. "Nobody said anything about a greeting party and if your child was hurt would you want them out here in the middle of a battlefield or in a secured position?"

Taft keyed his radio and spoke to command. "We're through, clear signs of battle, all casualties appear to be Tollan. Where are we headed, command?" "Two klicks north west of the gate, their sentries should greet you. We are sending the code to inform them you have arrived. Stay safe 14-Lead." "Acknowledged, get that fire team ready to secure the quad here. SG-14 out." Taft settled his weapon high and looked to the others. "We're heading north-west, Tahirah take point. Everybody else stay tight and keep your eyes peeled. We don't know what the battle lines look like or if there even are any. Move out."

As soon as Tahirah was moving Taft fell in behind her, occasionally glancing back to make sure Claire was right behind him.


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 12:11 am 
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With a brusque nod, Tahirah swung the butt of her Ma' tok up under her arm. Using it single handedly would cut down on it's effectiveness, but it was necessary. Besides every Jaffa warrier was trained in the eventuality that one of their limbs would fail. With her other hand she grabbed a crate by a handle, and hoisted it up. A shake made sure her grip was secure. She set off at a good pace, ignoring the crate bumping against her leg.

The further they got from the chappa'ai, the less there was. Less indication of weapon's fire, less fallen victims, which made the likelihood of surviving enemies much higher. There was also less open space. Once they left the courtyard, the buildings offered haven to any sort of aggressor. Tahirah slowed her pace slightly, leading the team down the path with the most cover, just in case.


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 5:37 am 
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The loss of life was almost overwhelming. While Claire had been offworld a handful of times, it was always into a "safe" situation, and not somewhere that combat was either inevitable or in evidence. Seeing the bodies strewn around with a callous casualness... well, it was disturbing. Part of her wanted to turn and run back through the stargate, leave the SGC once and for all, and head home to her whānau. However, she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she did that.

Claire had become a doctor - a surgeon - to save lives, and that meant manning the fuck up when the shit hit the fan, and doing what needed to be done. In this case, that meant coming to a battlefield on another planet, and trying her best to save as many children as she could. Screw the limited resources, screw the danger to herself: this was quite possibly the most important thing she was ever going to have to do in her life, and she wasn't about to let anyone down.

Taft replied to a squawk on the radio, and Claire looked across at him, picking up the crate she had brought through. She looked alarmed as Tahirah picked up a crate one-handed: for starters, they were bloody heavy, and secondly, some of the stuff inside was fragile. She only hoped that it would all be intact.

"We need these crates, sarge, otherwise I'm going to be patching these kids up with paper and duct tape. I don't think that's going to work." She looked at him for a few seconds. "Any suggestions on how we're going to get them there and keep our arses covered?"


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:49 pm 
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Caleb didn't reply to Taft's answer, he understood that, wanting to keep your kids safe it was what every parent would want. What he had meant was that if the parents were trying to get their kids to safety through the Stargate, then why weren't the children there. He shivered as the air gave him a chill, he didn't even know if it was particularly chilly it was just all the bodies scattered around. Death was in the air and it made him feel cold. He half wished they could look upon the scene from above, see how the bodies were laid out see if there was some pattern and try to figure out what had done this.

But he knew there wasn't time, it was a time sensitive mission and yes they didn't know what they would be walking towards, they still had to do it in a timely fashion. So when the order came to head out, that sentries would be waiting to greet them - really he hoped they weren't people posing as Tollan - he made sure that Claire kept in the middle of them and began to move out in that direction.

He had to smile slightly to himself as he saw Tahirah lift one of the boxes up single handedly, there was always something pleasing to see about how strong the woman was. His feet crunched on the ground, as he moved back into position and he really didn't want know what it was he had stepped on.

"Put them on the Malp that came through," Caleb answered, although he was aware the question hadn't been directed at him it was a suggestion none the less. "It could also provide cover if we come across any unsavoury people." That was putting it politely and he knew it, unsavoury wasn't the word he wanted to use, from the destruction that was in the immediate area he would say they were down right merciless in what they had done.


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:32 pm 
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"Okay doc. Williams cover our six, medic haul the other crate with both hands and stay on the doc's heels." Taft continued on, following Tahirah's trail and saying nothing about the crate because Claire had said nothing about the crate. That was all three, with two and a half weapons on deck so he wasn't about to look that gift horse in the mouth. There were plenty of trauma bits in his pack and in Mere's so it wasn't like anything would be a total loss unless they started getting shot at. At which point everything that wasn't a gun or strapped to them was getting dropped unceremoniously anyway.

They moved along a sheltered walkway, following Tahirah's choice of a cover friendly route to the Northwest, moving slowly and eventually Taft moved up to take point since he was unencumbered by a crate. As long as Tahirah didn't shoot him in the ass with her boomstick everything would be fine.


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