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As he bursts from the temple the thermo goggles cut out after glaring light hit them. Luckily, the flare comp in his eyes kicked in just in the nic of time.
Swapping the thermo goggles for the tinted ones and putting the boonie hat back on, Chase scans the horizon while waiting for his turn on the board. The smell of burnt flesh still filling his nostrils and the ever opressive heat bearing down on him. It sucks out here... |
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Why oh why didn't I take the blue pill. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 6,545 Joined: 26-February 02 From: Gloomy Boise Idaho Member No.: 2,006 ![]() |
Two by two Cosmo's unconscious mind sends the board back for the runners. It doesn't take but a few minutes before the whole team is at the gate.
The equipment set up is still littered about the gate, 4 auto cooling tents, water, a burner for food. All the extra survival gear. Ran is gently talking to the dwarf, trying to get him to come out of his comatose state when the boom of supersonic flight rumbles across the dessert. A high pitched whine can be heard in the distance, and getting closer. |
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Running Target ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 1,113 Joined: 26-February 02 Member No.: 1,189 ![]() |
Ghost Dragon takes cover behind the far edge of the gate, peeking out so he can maintain the spell he has on Torque, and trying to tell where the sound is coming from.
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 360 Joined: 24-May 04 Member No.: 6,354 ![]() |
Moments after landing, Cosmo lifted his head up and looked at Ran. "Oh, like, groovy man." He stands up and dusts his boxers off, then looks kind of confused as he takes in his surroundings. "How'd we ge..."
"You were busy so I saved your hoop again, you bumbling bumpkin. Just hotwire one of the radios to send a message, then get ready to dial this address..." one rather innoculous looking coordinates appears in his image link "...then pack your things up as quick as you can. I've programmed the BigKahuna to ferry your pathetic little friends back here, so time is of the essence." "Dude... what did you, uh, do and stuff? You didn't get me in trouble again, didja?" "$#@?!... I'll explain it later, just do it." "I'm so gonna, like, reprogram you when we get home, man. Your attitude is uhtr... utr... atro... yeah, atrocious or sumfin'." "Uh, oh yeah. Okay," he finally finishes, his inner monologue taking less than a nanosecond to resolve. "I'm on it and stuff." |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 269 Joined: 14-February 04 Member No.: 6,078 ![]() |
"Excellent. Just in time, it would seem," Ran replies, rolling to her feet in one fluid motion and peering in the direction of the ominous whine.
"I think we're going to have company. Find cover." She points one slender finger at Cosmo. "Except you. Get on that DHD." |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 360 Joined: 24-May 04 Member No.: 6,354 ![]() |
Cosmo would have flailed if it didn't require effort, but 'quickly' turned his attention back on the DHD to dial the address. "Just make sure you, yanno, score my fridge for me."
When the gate opens, the little stoner decides to test one of his pet theories upon arriving and transmits a low-powered UHF signal through the gate to see if it helps it stay open. |
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Why oh why didn't I take the blue pill. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 6,545 Joined: 26-February 02 From: Gloomy Boise Idaho Member No.: 2,006 ![]() |
One by one the chevrons lock in place with a loud bang and a orange glow. Mysteriously the gate does not rotate like the one on earth did. The last Chevron locks into place and the tremendous explosion energy shoots out of the gate, only to be sucked back in.
The quiet, calm shimmering pool of energy reflects the event horizon. The screeching sound grows closer as the board drops of the last two runners. The entire team stands at the gate. Unlike on earth the gate does not close immediately. Cosmo's low powered radio signal seems to do the trick. |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 360 Joined: 24-May 04 Member No.: 6,354 ![]() |
"Uhm, ta da. And stuff."
With that, Cosmo turns around and reclaims control over his BigKahuna. He piles on as much stuff as he can before whatever that whirling sound is manifests into a more visual nightmare, then hops on himself followed soon thereafter by little Snoopy. "All ashore that's, yanno, goin' ashore or whatever. Dunno how long I can keep this open, so, like, hurry up." |
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Ghost Dragon steps through the gate after Torque and makes sure he is one of the last to go through. He drops his spell and steps calmly through the gate to parts unknown.
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 269 Joined: 14-February 04 Member No.: 6,078 ![]() |
Ran pulls her blade from its sheath once more with a reassuring, steely slither. She smiles, and then, oddly, winks in Cosmo's direction before being the first one to plunge through the shimmering wall of water.
... into the fire. |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 403 Joined: 26-February 02 From: Kill Em All Member No.: 2,018 ![]() |
James is the very last through the gate, weapons at the ready, duffels picked up and the Ares Alpha swapped in place of the MP5.
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Why oh why didn't I take the blue pill. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 6,545 Joined: 26-February 02 From: Gloomy Boise Idaho Member No.: 2,006 ![]() |
The ride is smoother than last time. No jarring or pain. It is quick and almost... pleasant. You are not hurled out of the gate, but merely step out as if you walked across a thresh hold.
This world is... Beautiful. A lush green tropical wonder land. The gate sits on a bluff, that over looks a white sandy beach with a unbelievable shade of blue water lapping in it's shores. Two moons are visible in the sky, and the sun is slowly dropping behind the distant ocean. The sky is lit up with reds, greens, purples, and yellows. There is something odd about the light, but it is hard to pin down. As you step down from the pedestal the gate stands on you look around. You are on a island, a large island. The bluff is the highest point, and for miles around all you see is a lush tropical wonderland. The bluff stand about 1500 feet above the sea. A old, and beaten down path leads down it. |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 360 Joined: 24-May 04 Member No.: 6,354 ![]() |
"Dude."
That's all Cosmo could think to say as he floated into this beachcomber's paradise. His skyboard was busy soaking in sensor data as he just stood on its back, staring off into the distance with a glazed but overwhelmingly happy expression painted on his face. |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 403 Joined: 26-February 02 From: Kill Em All Member No.: 2,018 ![]() |
"Out of Egypt into Atlantis. Frag," floats over the radio. "Moisture is worse than dust on weapons."
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 665 Joined: 20-November 03 Member No.: 5,834 ![]() |
Torque looks around at the area.
Torque: "Nice. Okay, before anything else shoots us I'd like to take a look at any wounds people have and fix them up. I'll start with myself so that certain people won't be afraid I'm going to mind control them with a bandaid." Torque pulls off his jacket and opens his biotech kit. He grimaces in pain as he splits open a suit of FFBA grown thick with dried blood. Bits of skin come off with it. The kit makes a slight whirring sound as it produces it's own diagnostics. Torque removes a tiny pair of scissors, sterilizes them, and snips away bits of dead skin from around the wound, which starts to bleed slightly again. Then he spreads an analgesic cream and sighs as the pain is numbed away. Finally Torque injects himself with a broad-spectrum antibiotic and multivitamin, and applies a thin-sheet flexible bandage over the burn marks the staff weapon made. Torque: "James, I believe I saw you take a hit. You want to come over here a second?" |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 269 Joined: 14-February 04 Member No.: 6,078 ![]() |
Ran feels a palpable relief at the drop in temperature. The heavy, tropical breeze is a welcome change from the relentless, unforgiving heat of the desert. She carefully takes a look around, checking the path for recent travel, and the canopy below for signs of habitation.
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Why oh why didn't I take the blue pill. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 6,545 Joined: 26-February 02 From: Gloomy Boise Idaho Member No.: 2,006 ![]() |
A few seconds after the last of you come through, the gate whines and shuts down. Silence descends over the group for a few moments.
It is quickly replaced by the resident noise of the jungle. Strange barks, yelps, and squeaks float up on the wind. Nothing sounds familiar. A few hundred feet away a large portion of the jungle trees shake violently for a few seconds. A massive amount of birds take to the air with whines and squawks as their lives are disturbed. |
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Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,751 Joined: 8-August 03 From: Neighbor of the Beast Member No.: 5,375 ![]() |
Chase steps through the Gate and turns to Cosmo, "Smooth ride. Good work, Cos." He takes a moment to marvel at the jungle.
Over the com: "Everyone make it? Roll call, sound off." When the rumbling starts, Chase readies his weapon. Over the Com: "James, showtime....again." |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 403 Joined: 26-February 02 From: Kill Em All Member No.: 2,018 ![]() |
"Right now, I'm more worried about whats moving the birds than who may have come through after me since I was the last one through. Take cover people."
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Why oh why didn't I take the blue pill. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 6,545 Joined: 26-February 02 From: Gloomy Boise Idaho Member No.: 2,006 ![]() |
The team scrambles around looking for places to hide. What little equipment anyone could toss through the gate is strewn about the grassy hill. After a few moments the shaking stops. A few after that the jungle returns to normal.
Ran looks around for a moment, eyes adjusting to the new light, a single thought runs through her mind. Wheres the DHD? |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 269 Joined: 14-February 04 Member No.: 6,078 ![]() |
Ran takes cover behind the edge of the Stargate, peering around towards the source of the commotion.
"Coz. Can you get us home without that dial-a-thingy?" |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 577 Joined: 12-June 04 Member No.: 6,398 ![]() |
Still suffering a glazed look at the beach from his hiding position, Cosmo's already scanning around looking for the DHD.
"Kinda doubt it unless, like, we find sumfin' I can build a nutrino cannon out of." Looking at his sensor data in a bit more detail, he sort of scratches his head. "Dunno what that was that caused the noise... but whatever it was it was, like, yanno... big 'n' stuff. 'Bout six meters tall and about the same wide. Definitely alive, though. Maybe some kind of funky elephant or sumfin'? I dunno, man. "As for the dial thingamabob, I think I'm pickin' up its signature thatta way." He points a chubby finger towards the heart of the jungle. "Or if not, it's something with similar tech." |
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Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,751 Joined: 8-August 03 From: Neighbor of the Beast Member No.: 5,375 ![]() |
Crouching by the side of the Gate, Chase activates the comm: "James. Chase. Whats the plan, chief?" I wonder if this is how Odysses felt... |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 403 Joined: 26-February 02 From: Kill Em All Member No.: 2,018 ![]() |
James looks around, searching for any defensible locations.
"First, I want us off this platform, that telephone on the other side might have a redial button we dont know about. Next, I want Cosmo to get us home. In the middle, Im not too sure." |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 577 Joined: 12-June 04 Member No.: 6,398 ![]() |
"It's gonna take, like, a cou..." he pauses, checking out the beach scene again "...a few days to narrow this list down, man, and only if I find some peace and quiet to work on it. The more world hoppin' we do and stuff, the harder and longer it'll be to find the right one. Shyeah."
Feeling his tummy rumbling, he reaches into his fanny pack and pulls out yet another burrito. "Mmm," he thinks to himself, "seems like weeks since I had one." |
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