[D20 Modern] Stargate - Part I Recruitment - IC [PG-13]

[Dark Nemesis]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

"Rubber bullets..." she mumbled to herself with a shake of her head. She herself had never been shot with one, but understood that it was painful. Going to her bag, she withdrew a smaller bag, which contained even smaller plastic bags of dried herbs. She did not have any smelling salts on hand, so she would try and make something appropriate with what herbs she carried. Though she wasn't thrilled about the idea of waking Dyson up, having some idea of the pain he would be in when he came around, she would be able to better assess his wounds if her were awake.

Then, she realized that Lucas had spoken to her. "You can go ahead on out, if you like. This one does not look like he is going to give me much trouble..." She cast a glance over at Jeremiah.

 

[kid A]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

"How bad is it Andreev? We are going to have to get him on the plane, we can't stay here. Donovan can patch him up, he's that good."

Andreev looked up at Durant, and told him what he found. "It is not looking good, Craig. His wounds are severe, and he has a very faint pulse. We need to be as careful as we can moving him, and if Donovan is as good as you say he is, then Montoya is going to be one lucky kid."

Despite the cessation of fire, and the apparent truce between Daniels and Durant, Andreev was not completely comfortable with the current situation. He didn't know how much he trusted this Daniels fellow to hold to his word. He eyed Durant, and asked, "Are you sure we can trust this Captain Daniels to let us carry Montoya out of here?"

 

[Keia]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:17pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Craig Durant
"Got anything we can use to help the kid? Since you shot him up in the first place?"

“Well, some of my men are rather well shot as well – and I’ve got a potential firefight to deal with shortly. Let’s call the whole thing even and I hope we’ll met again under better circumstances,” Captain Daniels replied.

Lt. Stewart grabbed a lid from a long crate to serve as a stretcher. Between Stewart, Andreev and Craig, Montoya was moved over to the lid. A slight groan from Montoya was taken as a positive sign, though Montoya was still unconscious.

Lorelai continue to the hangar door which hung open, with Lt. Reed and Campbell on her heels. After her eyes adjusted, Lorelai could make out that a jet was in the hangar. There was some movement above her but there was no fighting. On the ground near the door was a large duffle bag labeled ‘Jeremiah Grayson.’ Shortly she heard Durant and Ilianov talking as well as Lt. Stewart’ voice.

Lt. Reed and Leonard Campbell entered the hangar a second after Lorelai. After assessing the situation and intuitively determining the threat was over, he called out to Durant to let Durant know where they were and they were available to help out, including Lorelai and Lt. Reed.

Rylee managed to find an herb or two that worked as well as smelling salts, waking Lt. Dyson after a few moments. Dyson’s first words were to ask about Grayson, hoping that he was alright. Through discussions with him, nothing appeared broken and no internal injuries were apparent. He would be quite sore for a while but other than that he was unharmed.

OOC: all

 

[Calim]

Jeremiah stands and approaches Dyson so as to make himself visible.

"I am right here Mr. Dyson." Jeremiah smiles and reaches out to give a reassuring squeeze to a non injured body part.

"Thank you, Miss er Rylee. You are not from around here are you?"

Jeremiah smiles at her as he hopes to find a bit more out about her.

"I would say northern Ireland actually." He continues in Gaelic.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:17pm, Late Spring, 2003

She questioned Dyson about his wounds, until she was satisfied that they were only superficial. Then, she retrieved her flask, noting that she would probably need to refill it soon, and offered it to Dyson.

Her face remains neutral as Jeremiah speaks to her in her native tongue, as she looks him over carefully. She was looking for any indication that she recognized him. "You would be right," she answered in English. She moved to sit down nearby, watching them carefully. "Where are you from?"

 

[Calim]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:17pm, Late Spring, 2003

Jeremiah smiles warmly at Rylee trying to get her to relax, "Actually I am from quite a few different places, that is the way it is when your parents own a third of the country."

Jeremiah looks around continues smiling "So why do you think you are here?"

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:17pm, Late Spring, 2003

At his words, she looks a bit surprised, and shook her head. A third of the country? Who needed that much land? "Well, your family must be very rich, then," she replied with a faint smile.

His question concerning what they were doing there caused her to shrug her shoulders. "They explained some of it, but said they wanted to save any further explanations for when we were all assembled. Basically, though, your guess is as good as mine."

 

[Nuke261]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:17pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lt. Stewart grabbed a lid from a long crate to serve as a stretcher. Between Stewart, Andreev and Craig, Montoya was moved over to the lid. A slight groan from Montoya was taken as a positive sign, though Montoya was still unconscious.

Durant struggled with the others to carry Montoya back to the plane as peacefully as possible. This whole deal was getting out of hand. Totally ridiculous. They should have let me grab a team and sweep all these recruits up. Using the people I am trying to protect to protect more of them? The rest of this damn project better be way more organized!!

As they walked past Reed and Campbell, Durant did not speak, he was getting far too tired and fed up to make small talk. There was plenty of room for them to move in and help with Montoya. As they neared the plane, Durant looked around to see what other problems were awaiting him. "Donovan! I need you to work on Montoya, the kid is hit bad."

 

[Fanog]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:17pm, Late Spring, 2003

From the look on Durant's face, Leonard doesn't really need his skills to tell him what the situation is like. He gives Lt. Reed a glaring glance, urging her to help with carrying the stretcher. Pulling a gun on Lorelai... We're all wound up pretty tight, but damn, she's pretty jumpy. Probably won't hurt to get her away from the young professor for a moment.

He then leans in a bit closer to Lorelai, hoping she's calm enough for him to get her attention. "Lorelai, I don't know what happened, but it seems like we're in a hurry to get to the plane. Are you", he hesitates for just the slightest moment. Don't ask her if she's fine, she'll feel looked out for. "okay with that?" Leonard takes a deliberate look over the hanger, counting on her reaction to follow his sight. She should see that there's nothing here anymore for us to do.

Leonard doesn't touch or even approach the young professor, but instead walks out directly behind the team carrying Montoya, speaking to her before he leaves. "Come on, let's regroup back at the plane and see if there's anything we can do there."

 

[kid A]

Will Rogers World Airport – Hangar 14
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:17pm, Late Spring, 2003

Andreev helped carry Montoya back to the plane, hoping that he would make it. He didn't look good, but if Donovan was as good as Durant said he was, then hopefully he would be okay until they could get him to better help.

After setting down Montoya, Andreev stepped aside to let Durant and Donovan look over the situation. He looked around at the passengers of the jet and, spotting Leonard, walked over to him. He spoke to him in a softer voice and gave him a warm smile, "Mr. Campbell, I wanted to offer my thanks for your help earlier. I did not want to take command of everyone, but the situation seemed to be escalating out of hand and I wished to re-establish some measure of control. I was very gratified at your assistance. Thank you."