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PostPosted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 6:21 am 
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“Lt, that blast was close, any damage?”

Sofia blinked only to realize that she did just skipped death by a few inches. She checked her gear and nodded to herself as her eyes looked at her side towards Mere "I'm fine, thank you for your concern Staff Sergeant" Sofia replied refocusing on the area.

“So does this mean we’re paying them a visit, or taking a stroll down to camp number 2?”

”Or we could wait. I mean, they’re bound to check up on their missing patrol or ambush group sometime.”

"My thoughts exactly. Their weapons will draw slightly less attention and cause different tactics than ours would."

Feeling her comfortable with the surrounding area, she lowered her weapon as she kept the conversation in check. This was going to be a witch hunt and Sofia could already taste it, this was not really the way she was learned to do it. There were to many obvious points that they could get into a cross fire. We had two camps against each other and they would be in the middle of it.


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 8:40 am 
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((OOC: Just for spatial awareness purposes, remember that the Jaffa camps are at least 20km from the gate in opposite directions, so you're not "stuck" or "caught" between the two camps. You have a fair distance before you start to get close to either faction.))


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PostPosted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 10:03 am 
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Mere was pleased that the Lt was as she had assumed, unsinged and unharmed. That made things so much easier that no one was sporting an owie this early into the mission. As they regrouped and took on the sight of their kill, Mere listened to the response to her question.
Obviously their plan of action hadn’t been altered by the impromptu exchange of fire power, although they seemed to have accrued a new and shiny arsenal. There was the fair point made that if they stayed put someone might come and find their missing goons, but that didn’t bode well for SG-13 who needed extraction ASAP ideally.

Watching Taft and Davidson loot the shinnies’, Mere grabbed the last of the Zat guns and remembered what she’d been taught about using it; Squeeze at the bottom, 1 shot for pain and paralysis, 2 shots for death, 3 shots for clean-up. There was no point her grabbing the staff; in her hands it would have looked comical. Evidently the Jaffa weren’t a one size fits all organisation.

Using the Jaffa’s own weapons against the enemy would defiantly change the field of play, with all the infighting the snake heads were having amongst themselves, adding a few well-placed staff blasts would likely create enough of a internal battle to get their guys, wherever they found them, out with minimal notice.

Well, that seemed to be the notion anyhow. Hopefully it would pan out, and not follow suit with the luck they seemed to have found so far this trip.

Back of the trail for their missing men, Mere realised the tingle at the back of her neck had abated, evidently satisfied that they had encountered the enemy and came off the victor. Weird how winning a fire fight can give you a boost of confidence, now she was pretty much sorted for whatever was thrown at her.

Well, mostly ready. You never know what could be lurking around the corner.

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PostPosted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 6:01 pm 
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Well, at least they knew what camp SG-13 was probably going to be locked up in, and they had a few extra pieces of alien swag for their troubles. Hopping to her feet, Joey took a moment to briefly examine the sat she’d picked up before they headed off. She’d studied them repeatedly back in the lab--hell, her first project upon joining the SGC had been examining in-depth several zat guns SG-5 had recovered from a group of dead Jaffa. Right now, though, she was realizing that she didn’t have a pocket just right for it, and forget holstering the damn thing.

Her eyes narrowed as she stuffed it into a pocket that was at least large enough to hold the alien weapon and stepped off with the rest of the team. There had to be a way to make those things more practical. Mental note: requisition a couple for research when we get back. Maybe she could figure out a way to stick on on an M4, or something, or at least weld some actual sights onto the thing.

That was for the future, though. For now, the captain popped her night vision goggles back on and fell into line with her team. According to the recon reports SG-13 had given earlier, as well as what the UAV had found, Apophis’ troops were set up a good twenty klicks away from the gate, which meant they had a nice little walk in store to get there. Great fun. At least they had the cover of darkness for the moment to keep them concealed.

For the moment. She couldn’t really recall what the rotational period of P8X-873 was, sadly, so just how long the night would last was a bit of a mystery to her.


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PostPosted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:11 pm 
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Taft clipped his shotgun round his back and shouldered the staff weapon before setting off with his night vision leading the way. The trail was rough and blatant, the winners of the fire fight had obviously been unconcerned with hiding their destination. Why would they be? They'd successfully maintained a stalemate with another Jaffa force, then been in a live firefight, won, and were taking the spoils home. What wasn't to advertise? It wasn't like their base was a secret. It cut straight across the scrub land until it dropped into the closest thing to a highway the planet was ever going to find, a dry river bed. It was how Taft would get around if he had to hump it about the place regularly. Relatively unobstructed, flat ground perfect for marching without getting lost.

He kept the team close to one side of the river bed for cover should another ambush come along, pausing only when they reached a spot where a trail seemed to lead away from the bed. It went off to the left and after a few moments of considering his map Taft decided to follow it. They moved along at a solid pace for another kilometer or so until something made Taft stop. He held up a clinched fist and dropped to one knee, staring out into the night while he waited for the detail that he'd unconsciously spotted to sift up to his conscious mind. A noise that didn't quite fit with the night air, neither insect nor wind. He came up in a low crouch and leveled the staff at a set of rocks ahead. That was it.

He gestured back to the rest of the team. He indicated that Sofia and Mere should circle left, then Davidson should go right. Taft stayed focused on the rocks as cover, moving slowly forward to see what might be behind them...


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PostPosted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 5:26 pm 
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Sofia noticed everyone taking their loot of the fallen soldiers as she dismissed it and did not approve of what just happened. But who was she to argue with the chain of command, if Taft approved of this dishonored act, then so be it. Sofia shrugs and followed Taft in his trailing towards the new target, yet it felt to her that Taft was guessing, witch was very dangerous in this kind of missions.

After a few hours of walking he finally had given a sign as she went to her knee and gave the area a quick check. It was clear and quiet, there were some sounds but coming from the front, was that the reason that Taft went to his knee's? Sofia raised her weapon as she saw the clear order to move to the left.

Looking over her shoulder to Mere she gave a signal to follow as she looked towards the direction that was given to her and raised her weapon and slowly moved towards the left side of the rocks. Unknown what was awaiting them at the other side.


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 11:51 am 
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Oh yeah, pizza was required when she got back to base. Trudging through the scrub with her issued weapon in hand, the Zat gun hooked into a strap that she could pull free in a moment, Mere was powering through the ache in her lower back by picturing the myriad of toppings she would be ordering on warm doughy bread.

She didn’t take her eyes off her surroundings though and as soon as they hit the dried out river bed she was fully focussed again, eyes and ears open to any potential ambush she hugged the edge as the moved in line behind Taft.

Stopping and dropping into a crouch at the SgtMjr’s signal, Mere almost subconsciously slowed her breathing, and willed her heart to slow as well. In the silence of the night she was practically deafened by the whooshing of the blood through her veins as the result of their hike.

Attentions were focussed on a rock laying ahead, large enough to probably hide a man or two, provided they didn’t mind being cosy. Following orders she circled to the left, keeping her steps light as she unhooked the Zat gun and replaced her service issue with it. Gripping it tight she cast her eyes upwards to check the position of the rest of the team, Sofia just ahead of her, Taft and Davidson circling the target on its right.

Her finger gripping the smaller Zat tightly she could almost see clear around the edge which meant that whatever was lurking there would soon have clear sight of her.

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 1:22 pm 
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One thing was for sure, the process of getting back into a new workout routine had been jump-started by this excursion offworld. All the hiking had been a bit tiring at first, but now it was actually starting to feel nice to move carefully along the dried river bed for several kilometers. Just enough hints of soreness in Joey’s feet to keep her alert without distracting her, and god knows she felt more limbered up by all this than she had in years. More walks were the first thing on the list of what to start doing daily when they got home.

Most of the relief flew out the window, though, when Taft suddenly signaled for them to stop, drop, and keep an eye out. His order came as Joey was in mid-step, and for a fraction of a second she hesitated before deciding on gently pulling her foot back and silently setting it down on the ground. The rest of her body followed suit as she crouched behind Taft, visually scanning for the next group of Jaffa that’d try shooting at them today.

Attention seemed to be on a set of rocks that looked like damn fine cover, even if was so damn obvious that most modern tacticians would prefer to use it as part of a feint preying on the enemy’s paranoia versus an actual manned hardpoint. Still, the Jaffa probably weren’t thinking on that same level (or really in human military terms at all), and either way the Sergeant Major’s caution was justifiable. He signalled for Davidson to take the right flank after sending the rest of the team to cover the left, and she responded instantly with a small nod and a small hop up to encircle the zone.

Her P90 was raised and leveled square at the rocks as she carefully skirted around the side, taking care to ensure that the safety was off and that her finger wasn’t going to accidentally slip onto the trigger before she was ready to take a shot. Overall, she really had no idea what was most likely to be back there, but at least this time they’d be in a better chance to return fire if and when it started shooting at them.


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 6:37 pm 
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Taft moved slowly to the edge of the rock, elevating the back end of his staff weapon while keeping the business end directed forward. Then suddenly he leaped upon the stone and opened the firing end of the weapon to emit the ever threatening sound of an active staff...

"Well shit... anybody need a hand?"

He gave a chuckle, quietly, to himself as he dropped down behind the rock and kicked at the rodent that had gained his attention with its... gnawing... The creature squealed and ran off, finally distracted from its meal as Taft leaned down and picked up a disembodied hand. "Medic, I can't find a pulse." He held the hand out to Mere.


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 7:30 pm 
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Moving forward with her rifle raised up, Sofia shrugs as she saw a creature that was hunting it's prey. Only to be scared away by the sound of Taft staff. Getting onto one knee she shrugs as to what Sofia was looking at, a hand and no body.

"Medic, I can't find a pulse."

Narrowing her eyes, she smirks at the comment of Taft as she looked away as if she was scouting the area for any potential dangerous. But in real she was pissed off at the comment that their leader made.


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