OPENING LOG

[geniusatmmos]

Who: Eli Wallace and OPEN
What: Welcome to Destiny
Where: Stargate Room
When: One lonely night...
Warnings: None yet!

It had been a long week and a half.

Eli had spent most of it on the bridge, trying various calculations, trying to get the last stasis pod working, or, even better, find a way to extend life support or increase power to last the next three years.

It isn't looking hopeful.

When the all-too-familiar feeling of the ship shuddering out of FTL happens, he can't really believe it. Why? Why now? He's been monitoring the power consumption so carefully! And then he notices the indicator. The monitor belonging to Stargate Operations. He stares at it.

"...Incoming Wormhole?"

His voice is incredulous. No... Why now? Why?! There weren't any planetary Stargates in range, so that meant someone had dialled the Nine Chevron code from a non-Destiny-style Stargate.

They can't take on any more people. This screws everything over...

He sets a Kino off to go investigate the Gate Room, snatching up a remote, before heading to the armoury.

He jogs into the Gate Room just as the Wormhole connects, the familiar "ka-woosh" of the unstable vortex, before it settles into the event horizon. Eli takes up position at the console, a rifle under an arm... Just in case.

Comments

[major_egret_msfsod]

Jackal raised an eyebrow slightly at that reaction--then let out a breath

"You sound like you watch too many action movies."

Roxy gets a slightly weary but otherwise deadpan stare, as though constantly judging. She could probably get a prize for a Tommy Lee Jones impression.

"I never said we were. Assuming a skeleton crew, they're likely to be systems specialists before soldiers, especially if their discipline's poor enough to demonstrate 'twitchy trigger fingers,' as you put it. That makes keeping them alive and willing to cooperate a priority. Nonlethal treat neutralization's going to be important in case things get off on the wrong foot. Now, are we on the same page?"

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Roxy shrugged. "Action movies are my only exp with military. Everything else has been...idek how to describe it. People just doing shit and havin' cray cray powers to do it."

So yes, too many action movies, but to be fair, movies are kind of the only real way she has to know anything about people in general. She's still kind of reeling at the fact there's HUMANS, but if there's one thing Roxy knows how to do, it's hiding her serious discomforts.

At least she is a very good judge for that Tommy Lee Jones impressions.

Roxy looked at Jackal and she nodded. "But good to know. Far as I can tell, you and me will be the only ones with combat practice on this side of the door. Well, except maybe that guy, I can't get a solid read with him." She gestured over to Orlin. "But I get the feelin' he won't want to start physical violence without prompting. And ballet boy is, well, ballet boy."

She paused. "I'm not gonna go for auto disarm. I'll know if they're 'bout to shoot, a sniper girl myself, know what to look for way 'fore it even involves triggers. Words first."

[major_egret_msfsod]

Well, the Tommy Lee Jones impressions were top-notch, at least, that's something. She glanced toward Orlin when Roxy nodded, then looked back to the panel.

"Haven't had words with him, yet, but noted."

She didn't interject anything else during that pause, but did give Roxy a brief, appraising glance when she speaks up again, before turning her attention back to the panel once more.

"Sniper. Good to know, that's my second MOS. Where'd you get your training?"

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"He knows something. Dunno what, but he DOES, and ugh, cryptic bastard," she said with a pout, turning to look at the door.

"Self taught. Got a gun for my tenth bday, mom thought it was an EXCELLENT gift," she said, in an 'oh mom, so silly' tone instead of anything fitting for giving a ten year old a gun and letting her learn on her own. "Got some targets, started practicing, kept practicing, got good. Can hit a food can from several blocks away."

[major_egret_msfsod]

Jackal doesn't look very impressed with the ten-year-old-marksmanship story, although she doesn't comment on what part exactly she has a problem with, or if she just naturally scowls at everything.

She does nod, though.

"Understood. Self-teaching can reinforce a lot of bad habits worth unlearning. We'll talk about it another time, if we get the chance to organize marksmanship training, here."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Roxy pouted at that. "Hey, I didn't half ass it. Looked up hours upon hours of official types doing sniper demonstrations," she said, crossing her arms. "Didn't want to mess up with a weapon, too much chance of someone else gettin' hurt."