I must apologise for the lack of swift posting from me, RL has sunken its claws into me - thankfully a rather rare occurence. Its possible I may not be around at all for a few days.
This will not stop me however, and I will do my best to have a post up tonight so we can move on at a steady pace.
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I'm pretty sure we're all the bad guys.
No idea about Rebekha, she's probably not a saint but I think she's better than we are.
No idea about Rebekha, she's probably not a saint but I think she's better than we are.
I shall post as soon as I get back in roughly three hours....
And Jaerdi would definitely betray the lot of you if someone gave him a paycheck considerably bigger than what he's already getting. The trick is outbidding Khel Zhar, which is easier said than done.
And Jaerdi would definitely betray the lot of you if someone gave him a paycheck considerably bigger than what he's already getting. The trick is outbidding Khel Zhar, which is easier said than done.
That had been exactly what I was previously offering :p
You can still take Jaerdi along as well, i'm not that attached to the sniping idea.
As to knowing of him, its possible, though Jaerdi does prefer to work in more civilised space. Still, there have no doubt been a few well paying jobs on Omega too, and he does have a bit of a reputation.
You can still take Jaerdi along as well, i'm not that attached to the sniping idea.
As to knowing of him, its possible, though Jaerdi does prefer to work in more civilised space. Still, there have no doubt been a few well paying jobs on Omega too, and he does have a bit of a reputation.
Ariadne was surprised by this turn of events. So surprised, in fact that she was speechless throughout the response of the IOA representative, who, against everything she was expecting, agreed with the proposal. Between the distrust the Tok’ra showed for her and the history between the Tau’ri and both the Tok’ra and Goa’uld turncoats, she had thought herself hardly trusted simply being on the ship, much less with being the second most powerful military individual on the ship. The IOA man had already moved to another subject once she regained her composure, and turned to leave the room the moment he had finished. The room was silent for a moment, Ariadne simply looking out of the large viewport at the blue swirl of hyperspace. “That was… unexpected” She said, breaking the silence. “Thank you for the vote of confidence. I had not expected such trust so soon… perhaps too much time around other Tok’ra had an influence.” she said with a smile. Despite ‘holding no secrets from each other’ intrigue was the primary pastime of the Tok’ra and spending so long around them, that had clearly worn off on her. “Especially surprising though, is the instant agreement of your man in the IOA, I was led to believe they opposed the military almost as a matter of course. Perhaps he really is intent on the improvement of diplomatic relations, though I cannot say I am the best choice in that area.”
The brief silence was making Kat twitch a little. She had no idea what was going on in the Tok’Ra’s head. The job was pretty much tailored to Ariadne, but she didn’t pay too much consideration to the host, so if Idalia had some objections, they might not bite. Williams’ reaction was surprising as well, but she was not about to complain. Catherine would prefer cooperation over rivalry, and although in his case it wasn’t necessary, she wasn’t looking to bash heads with him.
Finally the Tok’ra spoke and apparently accepted the offer as well. Captain let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding with a hint of a smile. “It’s not trust, it’s experience. You handled yourself well and we work on the same wavelength, dare I say. I did mention this before when we were planning the attack though, something distracting you?” she jabbed, remembering Ariadne took her remark about getting her a ship seriously. “And indeed, it went perhaps too smoothly with him. Anyway, I’m glad to have you on board where we’re headed. The Alliance possesses mostly Goa’Uld ships, albeit modified. Were it some other enemy I might have hesitated a bit longer, but here and now you are the correct choice. Is Idalia all right with this?” she asked, noting to pay some more attention to the fact she is actually speaking to two people.
“I cannot say I was expecting that to happen so soon.” Ariadne began. The captain was of course correct in her statement. Ariadne was very much suited to the job, and now that she had recovered from the surprise, she was beginning to feel rather pleased with the situation. It was no empire, but it felt good to be in charge of something again. Of course, just as she began to think like that she had to relinquish a small bit of that control, namely over her host, who, after being addressed, wanted to respond directly. And keep her symbiote in line of course. She bowed her head in the traditional sign of transferring control.
And Idalia raised it again, with a softer expression and posture across her body. “Do not let her show fool you, Ariadne is ecstatic right now.” She said with a grin. The promotion did not affect her quite as much as her symbiote, but that did not mean she had no opinion. “I suppose I am happy with it. I do not get quite the same pleasure from being in charge of others as she does, but I am not unused to it. Before the blending, many people in my village looked up to me, especially when the Goa’uld... visited us. I do hope I will still get to go to the surface sometimes though, I would hate to miss out on seeing them.” Idalia’s primary focus remained her wanderlust after all, and she would certainly kick up a storm if she was stuck in space all the time. Then again, having that power might make it easier for her to get to see some of the more amazing things.
Catherine snickered at Idalia sharing what the symbiote presumably didn’t want known. Sobering up as Idalia kept talking she nodded: “It would be stupid to travel all across the galaxy and not see any of it, although it may not be possible all the time, this mission case in point. Hopefully we’ll liberate Langara and be able to stop there for a while. But We shall worry about that later, when we know what the Alliance got there. Now I believe,” she said as she looked at her watch, “is the end of my shift.” she nodded to herself and gave the bridge to the helm over the radio. “I need to stop at the infirmary, but do you feel like eating?” she said as she reached behind her head and undid the clip that held her hair tied up in a bun, letting it hang in a ponytail.
“I understand its standard practice to be checked by physicians after a mission. Given that I have not yet done that, the infirmary is also my destination.” Idalia said. “But afterwards I could join you. I do not really need to eat, but I think there are still some Tau’ri foods I have not tried. What I have tasted so far is like nothing else I have eaten in the galaxy. Or rather, nothing Ariadne has eaten. I have not actually traveled much.” Idalia was quite enjoying the casualness that Catherine was directing towards her. It made her feel less like the unusual one and more like she belonged here, far from any home she had previously known.
“Well, with all due respect to the local cooks, you oughta visit Earth then. This can not compare. There is this one festival in my homeland, now that’s a place to go to experience the planet.” Kat said, getting up from the table and opening Lt. zaken’s report to read it on the way. “Shall we?” she said as she walked out of the room and headed for the infirmary.
The file didn’t really offer anything groundbreaking, merely confirmed their ‘guest’ wasn’t a Goa’Uld and that what Tolia was frequented by the Alliance, which they already suspected. Finishing just as she reached the sickbay, Catherine decided not to bother talking to the man. Instead she headed to the office: “About our ET-patient, ship him off to Earth as soon as he’s able. There’s no need for him here intelligence wise and with his injury he’s of no other use either, not that I’d trust him with anything. SGC can deal with him.”
Idalia walked with the captain to the infirmary in silence as the other woman read a report. It was not a long walk, Tau’ri ships were quite compact after all, and when they arrived the captain seemed to have changed her mind about talking to the not Goa’uld, or at least thats what she had guessed she had intended to do. Instead she quickly gave orders for him to be sent back to Earth. Idalia did not particularly care either way, though it did mean that the captain would likely find somewhere else to pass the time while Idalia had her medical check-up. “I will see you when I am done here then.” She said by way of farewell, turning to enter the overly clean smelling infirmary.
The brief silence was making Kat twitch a little. She had no idea what was going on in the Tok’Ra’s head. The job was pretty much tailored to Ariadne, but she didn’t pay too much consideration to the host, so if Idalia had some objections, they might not bite. Williams’ reaction was surprising as well, but she was not about to complain. Catherine would prefer cooperation over rivalry, and although in his case it wasn’t necessary, she wasn’t looking to bash heads with him.
Finally the Tok’ra spoke and apparently accepted the offer as well. Captain let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding with a hint of a smile. “It’s not trust, it’s experience. You handled yourself well and we work on the same wavelength, dare I say. I did mention this before when we were planning the attack though, something distracting you?” she jabbed, remembering Ariadne took her remark about getting her a ship seriously. “And indeed, it went perhaps too smoothly with him. Anyway, I’m glad to have you on board where we’re headed. The Alliance possesses mostly Goa’Uld ships, albeit modified. Were it some other enemy I might have hesitated a bit longer, but here and now you are the correct choice. Is Idalia all right with this?” she asked, noting to pay some more attention to the fact she is actually speaking to two people.
“I cannot say I was expecting that to happen so soon.” Ariadne began. The captain was of course correct in her statement. Ariadne was very much suited to the job, and now that she had recovered from the surprise, she was beginning to feel rather pleased with the situation. It was no empire, but it felt good to be in charge of something again. Of course, just as she began to think like that she had to relinquish a small bit of that control, namely over her host, who, after being addressed, wanted to respond directly. And keep her symbiote in line of course. She bowed her head in the traditional sign of transferring control.
And Idalia raised it again, with a softer expression and posture across her body. “Do not let her show fool you, Ariadne is ecstatic right now.” She said with a grin. The promotion did not affect her quite as much as her symbiote, but that did not mean she had no opinion. “I suppose I am happy with it. I do not get quite the same pleasure from being in charge of others as she does, but I am not unused to it. Before the blending, many people in my village looked up to me, especially when the Goa’uld... visited us. I do hope I will still get to go to the surface sometimes though, I would hate to miss out on seeing them.” Idalia’s primary focus remained her wanderlust after all, and she would certainly kick up a storm if she was stuck in space all the time. Then again, having that power might make it easier for her to get to see some of the more amazing things.
Catherine snickered at Idalia sharing what the symbiote presumably didn’t want known. Sobering up as Idalia kept talking she nodded: “It would be stupid to travel all across the galaxy and not see any of it, although it may not be possible all the time, this mission case in point. Hopefully we’ll liberate Langara and be able to stop there for a while. But We shall worry about that later, when we know what the Alliance got there. Now I believe,” she said as she looked at her watch, “is the end of my shift.” she nodded to herself and gave the bridge to the helm over the radio. “I need to stop at the infirmary, but do you feel like eating?” she said as she reached behind her head and undid the clip that held her hair tied up in a bun, letting it hang in a ponytail.
“I understand its standard practice to be checked by physicians after a mission. Given that I have not yet done that, the infirmary is also my destination.” Idalia said. “But afterwards I could join you. I do not really need to eat, but I think there are still some Tau’ri foods I have not tried. What I have tasted so far is like nothing else I have eaten in the galaxy. Or rather, nothing Ariadne has eaten. I have not actually traveled much.” Idalia was quite enjoying the casualness that Catherine was directing towards her. It made her feel less like the unusual one and more like she belonged here, far from any home she had previously known.
“Well, with all due respect to the local cooks, you oughta visit Earth then. This can not compare. There is this one festival in my homeland, now that’s a place to go to experience the planet.” Kat said, getting up from the table and opening Lt. zaken’s report to read it on the way. “Shall we?” she said as she walked out of the room and headed for the infirmary.
The file didn’t really offer anything groundbreaking, merely confirmed their ‘guest’ wasn’t a Goa’Uld and that what Tolia was frequented by the Alliance, which they already suspected. Finishing just as she reached the sickbay, Catherine decided not to bother talking to the man. Instead she headed to the office: “About our ET-patient, ship him off to Earth as soon as he’s able. There’s no need for him here intelligence wise and with his injury he’s of no other use either, not that I’d trust him with anything. SGC can deal with him.”
Idalia walked with the captain to the infirmary in silence as the other woman read a report. It was not a long walk, Tau’ri ships were quite compact after all, and when they arrived the captain seemed to have changed her mind about talking to the not Goa’uld, or at least thats what she had guessed she had intended to do. Instead she quickly gave orders for him to be sent back to Earth. Idalia did not particularly care either way, though it did mean that the captain would likely find somewhere else to pass the time while Idalia had her medical check-up. “I will see you when I am done here then.” She said by way of farewell, turning to enter the overly clean smelling infirmary.
Jaerdi will set up as a sniper in the Hangar then I think.
I'm thinking Jaerdi would probably want to help out on the tech side of things, more along the lines of escorting the real techies and being their muscle. He's not a fan of pitched battles like the Hangar will inevitably be.
Alternatively, he could perhaps set up for some sniping in the Hangar if no techies need any help.
Alternatively, he could perhaps set up for some sniping in the Hangar if no techies need any help.
I gave his full name in the correct order (Rannadril Ghan Swa Fulsoom Cetoo Tal Jaerdi).
But he most often works for people who use the form [given name] [family/clan name] and so usually introduces himself (and thinks of himself) under that order.
In fact, it seems Salarians generally only introduce themselves with their given name, often not telling anyone any of the rest, not even their clan name. For formality, I think Mr. [given name] would be just fine, as if one is bothering to include Tal in a formal adress one may as well use the whole lot. To a Salarian, all the extra parts of their name are only really important to other Salarians for the purpose of determining genetic stock.
But he most often works for people who use the form [given name] [family/clan name] and so usually introduces himself (and thinks of himself) under that order.
In fact, it seems Salarians generally only introduce themselves with their given name, often not telling anyone any of the rest, not even their clan name. For formality, I think Mr. [given name] would be just fine, as if one is bothering to include Tal in a formal adress one may as well use the whole lot. To a Salarian, all the extra parts of their name are only really important to other Salarians for the purpose of determining genetic stock.
And according to the highly illegal and ill-advised salarian research (that Jaerdi has obviously been involved in) Batarian babies do make excellent starship fuel.
The moment Reigenleif heard the commotion break out on the other side of the room she sprung into action. With a flick of her fingers, a white glowing rune pattern formed itself on the table the guards were sitting around, moments before one of them put his tankard down. As soon as the tin mug made contact with the magicka there was an explosion of light, with the sound of a million shattering icicles filling the room. The three men were thrown back off their seats and to the ground before they knew what was happening. One of them landed almost at Reigenleif’s feet, and she wasted no time at all reaching down and placing an electrified hand on his chest, the charge conducting through his chainmail armour and cooking him alive.
When she stood to deal with the other two, she was shocked to discover that one was already standing and about to charge her, and the other wasn’t far behind. The charging man hadn’t had time to acquire his shield, but the scimitar he was already wielding was dangerous enough on its own. Reigenleif barely had time to cast Ironflesh on herself before she had to raise her staff in a two handed grip and block a swipe at her neck. The mans next strike was a near vertical hack, likely aimed to overpower her in a contest of strength, but she had fought men that assumed mages were incompetent up close before. She sidestepped the blow, keeping her staff between her and the sword even as she swung the bottom of it in at the back of the guards knee.
The man, having stepped too far into his power blow, suddenly found his leg swept from under him. He toppled awkwardly to the ground and Reigenleif stepped back, preparing a thunderbolt as she went. Another flick of her wrist saw the poor crumpled guard dispatched as his flesh cooked and his magicka burned away.
Reigenleif was about to turn to throw another spell at the final guard when she realised he was acting rather strangely. He hadn’t charged despite being ready to do so, instead he was raising a dagger as if to throw it. The dagger left his hand before her spell was ready, but she was confident her ironflesh would protect her. A bolt of fire left her hand moments before the dagger struck, but she did not see what happened then, as the blade cut through the fabric of her sleeve and made the tiniest cut into her arm. She did not notice the scratch, and would not have cared had she not suddenly felt her ties to aetherius suddenly slipping away. The flames licking around her hand suddenly went out and the colour seemed to drain from the world. Her eyes widened as she realised the dagger had been poisoned, and she had been silenced.
Before she could react, the final guard was upon her, another dagger in hand. He reached around her with his free arm and she tried to call for help “Zave-”
Her voice was cut off as a length of cold steel was driven into her chest. A whimper escaped her, the world seemed to slow down and all she could see were the hard eyes of the guard. He was just doing his job. Dispatching a criminal. Her.
She was only on her feet because of the deadly embrace the guard held her in, and when he let her go, wrenching the dagger from her magically reinforced flesh, she fell to ground hard. Her staff fell from her hand, rolling away across the stone floor.
All at once, darkness rushed towards her and the colour flooded back into the world. She could hear the distant song of Sovngarde, but also the vital rush of aetherius reasserting its connection, the magicka flowing as freely as her blood now did. With a final effort of will, she forced the golden light of a restoration spell into both hands and focused on her mortal injury. The soothing effect of the magic sent her already shocked body and mind into shutdown, and she couldn’t help but shut her eyes and drift away.
But despite that, she would live. She was not ready to go to Sovngarde yet.
When she stood to deal with the other two, she was shocked to discover that one was already standing and about to charge her, and the other wasn’t far behind. The charging man hadn’t had time to acquire his shield, but the scimitar he was already wielding was dangerous enough on its own. Reigenleif barely had time to cast Ironflesh on herself before she had to raise her staff in a two handed grip and block a swipe at her neck. The mans next strike was a near vertical hack, likely aimed to overpower her in a contest of strength, but she had fought men that assumed mages were incompetent up close before. She sidestepped the blow, keeping her staff between her and the sword even as she swung the bottom of it in at the back of the guards knee.
The man, having stepped too far into his power blow, suddenly found his leg swept from under him. He toppled awkwardly to the ground and Reigenleif stepped back, preparing a thunderbolt as she went. Another flick of her wrist saw the poor crumpled guard dispatched as his flesh cooked and his magicka burned away.
Reigenleif was about to turn to throw another spell at the final guard when she realised he was acting rather strangely. He hadn’t charged despite being ready to do so, instead he was raising a dagger as if to throw it. The dagger left his hand before her spell was ready, but she was confident her ironflesh would protect her. A bolt of fire left her hand moments before the dagger struck, but she did not see what happened then, as the blade cut through the fabric of her sleeve and made the tiniest cut into her arm. She did not notice the scratch, and would not have cared had she not suddenly felt her ties to aetherius suddenly slipping away. The flames licking around her hand suddenly went out and the colour seemed to drain from the world. Her eyes widened as she realised the dagger had been poisoned, and she had been silenced.
Before she could react, the final guard was upon her, another dagger in hand. He reached around her with his free arm and she tried to call for help “Zave-”
Her voice was cut off as a length of cold steel was driven into her chest. A whimper escaped her, the world seemed to slow down and all she could see were the hard eyes of the guard. He was just doing his job. Dispatching a criminal. Her.
She was only on her feet because of the deadly embrace the guard held her in, and when he let her go, wrenching the dagger from her magically reinforced flesh, she fell to ground hard. Her staff fell from her hand, rolling away across the stone floor.
All at once, darkness rushed towards her and the colour flooded back into the world. She could hear the distant song of Sovngarde, but also the vital rush of aetherius reasserting its connection, the magicka flowing as freely as her blood now did. With a final effort of will, she forced the golden light of a restoration spell into both hands and focused on her mortal injury. The soothing effect of the magic sent her already shocked body and mind into shutdown, and she couldn’t help but shut her eyes and drift away.
But despite that, she would live. She was not ready to go to Sovngarde yet.
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