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Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Second Lieutenant (O-1)
Organization: United States Air Force

Stargate Homeworld: Unpromised Land Dec 18, 2013 1:41:03 GMT -5

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Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Dec 18, 2013 1:41:03 GMT -5

0829 Hours
Hallway to Generators
Atlantis Main Towers

Azalea listened to all that Lucas was saying, nodding as she started to count backwards. Feeling another hand, the brunette glanced over to the older female, giving another nod. They were right. Of course they were right, and yet, the fact they were on death's doorstep was staring them in the face was still paralyzing. The Lieutenant focused harder on counting backwards, almost seeing Issac in the way Lucas was talking. That was completely something Issac would have said if he was alive and here with them. When reaching one, the female gave a nod to both Shannon and Luc as if it say, okay I'm ready, but that was the farthest from the truth. Maybe they had hope, but Andre was still trying to find the silver lining. Even if on the outside she appeared to be a tad bit calmer, ready to engage once again, the mind remained fixated on the fact they were minutes away from laughing to death. If only death was a physical being, she would be in an all out blood bath, but it wasn't, and it was playing a cruel mind trick. Right now, death was the puppet master holding their strings of life - teasing them, letting them team know he was in control. It plagued this Airman with fear - gripping at the heart. Maybe everyone else was okay with dancing this close to the edge, but after visiting that home, De had not intentions of going back.

Hearing the giggles already starting to settle in Shannon's voice, Azalea found herself counting backwards once more. They wanted her calm and focused. Hearing those giggles? Definitely wasn't helping any. It was only making the matters worse. Hands gripped the P90 - almost as if looking for any kind of reassurance, as crazy as that sounded. "I second what Shannon said," she muttered, avoiding Logan's gaze. The last thing she needed was him worrying anymore than need be. Till they got out of here, if they got out of here, the brunette was going to remain quiet - keep the fears to herself. As much as De missed Issac, there wasn't any intentions of needing to see him sooner than expected. There was still life to be lived and this female wanted to do it. If they wanted her to believe they were getting out of here, they all had better move and quick. Lingering was not helping what so ever.

< tag: Lucas "Saint" Clark, Shannon "Angel" Meyers, Logan Blackwood, Alavair Leah >

Great things do not await me, because great things do not wait, but excellence is hidden everywhere, all around me, and I will find it.

Alavair Leah
Homeworld Command

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Stargate Homeworld: Unpromised Land Dec 20, 2013 16:47:26 GMT -5

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Post by Alavair Leah on Dec 20, 2013 16:47:26 GMT -5

0829 Hours
Atlantis Main Tower

It hadn't taken him long to reconnect with the team. He knew this city better than most, and he navigated down the dimly lit corridors as if he had only walked them yesterday. He measured each breath, still unsure of the gravity of the situation. Until he reached the room where the life support systems were housed he wouldn't have any idea how bad everything really was. As he rounded the final corner, he saw the team standing around casually. He overheard a slight giggle, and he shook his head. If things were as bad as reported, there was no reason to be laughing about this.

His keen eyes instantly moved to the wall, checking for any signs of damage. What he say however, brought a smile to his face. The rookies had mistaken the cooling system for the city (one that the expedition had installed) for the life support. The gas that was leaking was meant to cool the city. While that still wasn't much better, it did mean that at least they didn't have to worry about suffocating. Alavair allowed himself to laugh as he clapped Logan on the shoulder. ”No worries mate. That damage right there? That's not the life support. That happens to be part of the cooling unit we put into the city. Air conditioning on steroids, eh?” As he finished his sentence there was a loud sound, somewhat similar to a computer powering down. Instantly the smile left his face. ”Now that... that was actually the life support systems hitting critical power levels. So...right then. Still basically the same situation. Critical power gives us an hour left of oxygen. We need to figure out what's causing this power outage. Tech girl, any insight?”

Alavair glanced over toward Shannon as he spoke, hoping she would have something more to add than the team member she had replaced. He had heard good things about her from Ayden, and that was enough in his book. For the time being he only cared about them getting everything fixed so that he could get home to his family.

It was almost odd to think about, the fact that he now prioritized his family over everything else. IN the past he would have willingly sacrificed himself if it meant that the rest of his team would return home safely. Now however, it didn't feel like that was his choice to make. Now he had to live for his son, and he aspired to do quite a bit more living before his time was up.

Time Remaining: 59:45

Last Edit: Dec 20, 2013 16:51:18 GMT -5 by Alavair Leah

Logan Blackwood
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Stargate Homeworld: Unpromised Land Dec 20, 2013 17:43:34 GMT -5

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Post by Logan Blackwood on Dec 20, 2013 17:43:34 GMT -5

0830 Hours
Atlantis Main Tower

Logan let out a sigh of relief as Alavair rejoined the team. He wasn't anxious about leading, he could, and had done so effectively - he just liked surrounding himself with familiarity. He relaxed as Alavair noticed that this was in fact not the air supply. Logan should have realized this. It wouldn't make sense for the station to have a finite amount of air. Logan relaxed a great deal, right before the sounding that indicated that they really where up shit's creek. His muscles tensed once more. They wouldn't have long at all now, perhaps close to the original estimates - probably less than an hour.

It also was a good sign that they weren't going to die laughing. Air circulation would cleanse the nitrogen from the air, they would just need to step away and take a few breaths, and everything would be well. Well enough, considering that every breath notched down the clock.

Logan ushered Lucas and the girls away from the tanks, breathing in cleaner air, noticeably already. He began developing a plan in his mind. "We need to get power back online - that's number one above everything. I'll take the tech-Angel here and check out the ZPM's, see if we can kick them or something. Al, take De and Saint, and see what you can figure out about these generators. Even if we can get power back over a portion of the city, it will help." he said clearly. It made sense, as they were likely not facing down a hit squad - otherwise they'd screwed themselves too. In any event, strength in numbers didn't apply to this situation.

Logan looked to his team-leader, motioning to his radio. "We'll keep in touch-" and looked over at Shannon. "Ready?" he asked, already turning and heading off towards the zero-point room. He did not run - while time was a factor, physical exertion would only exacerbate that factor.

<TAG: Alavair Leah Shannon "Angel" Meyers Azalea "De" Andre Lucas "Saint" Clark>
<O2 REMAINING: 58:10>

Last Edit: Dec 20, 2013 17:46:21 GMT -5 by Logan Blackwood

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Lucas "Saint" Clark
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Rank: First Lieutenant (O-2)
Organization: United States Army

Stargate Homeworld: Unpromised Land Dec 22, 2013 1:45:06 GMT -5

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Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Dec 22, 2013 1:45:06 GMT -5

0830 Hours
Hallway to Generators
Atlantis Main Towers

With their team leader back in play that changed things and fast. He knew the city well and as he returned and explained the new situation Lucas simply nodded. He wasn't much use in a situation like this. He was a soldier who was bred for combat. Trying to fix critical systems wasn't exactly something that he would shine at but he'd do what he could to lend a hand - he doubt that it would be much though. As the younger man looked from Logan to Alavair he simply nodded his head. He readied his weapon and moved to point, his blue eyes scanning the area in front of them. There was no sign of anyone else that wasn't part of the skeleton crew that was already on Atlantis and their team in the corridors. It was a rather unusual situation, he thought.

"Orders, sir?" He asked, looking to the seasoned veteran, the former Royal Marine. He respected the man and he would follow him into any battle in any situation - the man had earned his respect long ago. There was nothing holding Lucas back now apart from his lack of knowledge about the Atlantis base. He knew they had to get to the generators and find a way to get them back on - but how were they meant to do that when neither he nor Azalea were technical experts? Hopefully their team leader would know what to do.

< Tag: Alavair Leah, Shannon "Angel" Meyers, Logan Blackwood, Azalea "De" Andre >

"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

Shannon "Angel" Meyers
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade (O-2)
Organization: United States Navy

Stargate Homeworld: Unpromised Land Dec 22, 2013 7:39:48 GMT -5

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Post by Shannon "Angel" Meyers on Dec 22, 2013 7:39:48 GMT -5

0830 Hours
Atlantis Main Tower

Every time Logan spoke, Shannon just got a creepier sensation about this individual making her more uncomfortable listening to his orders. There was something about this man that Shannon just didn’t trust. He spoke to her like some property, not a soldier. How he called her Angel made skin crawl. When the orders came to follow him to the ZPMs, Meyers nodded in compliance. He inquired about her status and the Lieutenant Junior Grade checked her weapon. With a click of the safety and ammo in check, a reply came. ”Ready sir, let’s get this place operational before we all turn into clowns or worse.”

Tag: Logan Blackwood, Alavair Leah, Azalea "De" Andre, Lucas "Saint" Clark

Sorry, muse went somewhere I can’t find for this

Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Second Lieutenant (O-1)
Organization: United States Air Force

Stargate Homeworld: Unpromised Land Dec 24, 2013 10:57:19 GMT -5

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Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Dec 24, 2013 10:57:19 GMT -5

0831 Hours
Hallway to Generators
Atlantis Main Towers

Having Alavair back brought some relief for Azalea. Okay so there was a hour of oxygen left. No biggie. A lot can happen in a hour. Like that show 24. The mind was still racing and still trying to hold onto the fear, but the Lieutenant needed to push past it. The more calm she was the better it was for this situation. Hearing how Logan divided them up, a brow raised in confusion. "Sir, shouldn't Shannon be the one going to the generators? I mean, I know how to hook up the tablet and get a read out, but trying to understand it? That's her department. No disrespect or anything, just wondering if maybe Lucas or myself should head to the ZPMs." The last thing that the brunette wanted to do was sound like she was disrespecting Logan. That was far from the truth. He and Alavair were a great team together - there was no need to question what he was doing, only till now.

Azalea looked from Alavair to Logan, then back to Alavair. This most likely was going to turn into a situation of trusting those above you. The Second Lieutenant walked over Shannon, pulled out the tablet and handed it over. "Don't know what happened to yours, but take it. You'll most likely need it more than me," said with a soft smile before walking back over the smaller group. Hiking the pack back up on the shoulders, the female gave a nod. "Ready." She was ready. The little freak out session was over - for now. There was still fear and doubt, but this was one of those times to trust the team. The best thing to do in a situation like this.

< tag: Alavair Leah, Logan Blackwood, Lucas "Saint" Clark, Shannon "Angel" Meyers >

Last Edit: Dec 24, 2013 10:58:48 GMT -5 by Azalea "De" Andre

Great things do not await me, because great things do not wait, but excellence is hidden everywhere, all around me, and I will find it.

Logan Blackwood
Homeworld Command

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Stargate Homeworld: Unpromised Land Dec 27, 2013 19:42:10 GMT -5

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Post by Logan Blackwood on Dec 27, 2013 19:42:10 GMT -5

0831 Hours
Hallway to Generators
Atlantis Main Towers

Logan cursed Azalea mentally, the last thing he needed right then was jealousy and favoritism interfering with what could be their last moments. For that, however, he understood. Could he blame her for wanting to spend her last moments with him? He instinctively tightened the strap on his pack, looking at the group, each member in turn. His evaluation lasted only a moment.

"All right, it doesn't matter - you know the ship, Az" he said - turning and heading off in the opposite direction as Alavair, Lucas and Shannon. He walked quickly, trusting that his lover would keep step. As he headed towards the center of Atlantis, his mood only soured.

0840 Hours
En-Route to ZPM Storage
Atlantis Main Tower

Logan let Azalea lead the way to the ZPM storage room, as she knew the ship better. As they walked, passing soldiers here and there, he spoke softly to her beautifully shaped backside. "We'll talk about that later. You can't be throwing yourself at me in the field." and he dropped it. He hoped that she wouldn't combat him right then, it only added to the unprofessional atmosphere of the entire ordeal. Alavair knew the generators and ship better than anyone. Shannon's tech savvy skills would have been more helpful to him, as he wasn't trained to deal with the highly complex ancient technology.

Logan didn't care for talking to Azalea like he had just done, but it couldn't be helped. He had made a promise to keep things professional. It wasn't a great mystery that she had a lapse in that - she was much younger, and emotionally compromised by the mission. It would merit a follow-up, after they were safe.

They reached the door, and as Azalea began to open it, the lights suddenly dimmed around them. It was an experience not unlike blacking out, and Logan wasn't sure if it was him, or the actual physical lighting. He brought his left hand up, to check his watch, surely the oxygen wasn't running thin so soon. Before he could make out the digits on his garmin gps-watch, a blinding light expunged his view, dominating it, overpowering the darkness. And he heard a voice.

"And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven, Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God; That ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great."

It was pure, white, pristine. The voice was like a bell, bright and resounding. At the same time, it was metal, cold, artificial. It was loud, too loud. It caused his ears to ache, and strain. Shivers ran up and down his spine.

And the light was gone. In it's place, a purple haze like you might get after staring too long at the sun. Goosebumps covered his arms, and his ears rang.

After the ringing subsided enough, he regained his bearings. It was like a flash-bang going off too close. His vision still obstructed somewhat, he yelled at Azalea "Get that door open!" - he didn't mean it to be rude, he simply couldn't hear himself talk. He didn't know what the hell had just happened to him, but it could wait. Instinctively, however, his grip tightened around his Walther.

<TAG: Azalea "De" Andre; SUBTAG Alavair Leah Shannon "Angel" Meyers Lucas "Saint" Clark>
<O2 Remaining: 48.30>

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Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Second Lieutenant (O-1)
Organization: United States Air Force

Stargate Homeworld: Unpromised Land Dec 29, 2013 14:40:40 GMT -5

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Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Dec 29, 2013 14:40:40 GMT -5

0840 Hours
En-Route to ZPM Storage
Atlantis Main Tower

Azlaea's raised the brows in confusion. What was he talking about with not throwing herself at him? All she had been doing was offering Shannon to go with the others. He could have chosen Lucas, but no. He chose herself instead - that was on him. That wasn't her fault at all. Yeah that definitely would be addressed later because there wasn't really anything she did wrong, other than suggest that maybe Shannon's skills were better used somewhere else.

Walking down the familiar hall, Azalea was starting to wish that she hadn't given up the tablet. The Lieutenant didn't know much about about ZPMs. She had only seen a few and that was here at Atlantis. Maybe she would be able to figure it out just by looking at it, or maybe Logan would be able to give up his tablet. This was going to be interesting. They were trusting her with this technical stuff? Coming up to the door, the brunette started opening it, but then stopped, freezing hearing the voice. "Oh my god!" exclaimed, covering the ears quickly, wincing at the loud noise. The voice was almost deafening - ear drum bursting. She could barely make sense of the words with how loud the voice was right now.

When the voice finally subsided, the female slowly dropped the hands, looking behind the shoulder at Logan, wondering if he was thinking the same she was. Blinking the eyes rapidly, the young woman nodded, quickly opening the door as the words of the voice coursed through the head. "Blackwood, hand me your tablet. I gave mine to Shannon. I need it to figure out the basics of this thing and see what I can do to get it up and running." If he was going to be over and above professional, then this female could too.

0850
ZPM Storage
Atlantis Main Tower

With the tablet set up next to the ZPM, Azalea's fingers were flying trying to do everything within her power to get the power back on. "Okay, I think that did it. Keep fingers crossed." With a deep breath, the Lieutenant flipped the switch, waited for a second watching as the wires flicked, sounds came through the ZPM, but nothing happened. "I swear that did it! I followed the instructions perfectly! What am I missing?" asked to herself, biting the lower lip tapping the tablet trying not to think about how the more time was passing them by. Right now was not the time to focus on the amount of oxygen they were losing the more time that minutes ticked by. At least the last few minutes they had was being spent with the man that she was falling more and more in love with by the minute. The brunette had yet to share this all with the older man, but eventually that time would come. Who knew. Maybe it would be now if they were going to die, who really knew anymore.

"What do you think that voice was all about? Do you think it's all connected with the power going out?" asked trying to make sense of everything. Azalea wiped the forehead with the back of the hand, looking back at the tablet to the ZPM, fingers messing with wire after wire. "Do they have another ZPM? We might want to try that next if this doesn't work." This was definitely out of Azalea's comfort zone, but this is what you do for the team - do whatever you can for it.

< tag: Logan Blackwood, Alavair Leah, Lucas "Saint" Clark, Shannon "Angel" Meyers >

Great things do not await me, because great things do not wait, but excellence is hidden everywhere, all around me, and I will find it.

Shannon "Angel" Meyers
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Organization: United States Navy

Stargate Homeworld: Unpromised Land Dec 31, 2013 10:05:41 GMT -5

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Post by Shannon "Angel" Meyers on Dec 31, 2013 10:05:41 GMT -5

0851 Hours
ZPM Storage
Atlantis Main Tower

Shannon was just as shocked as Azalea when the ZPM didn’t work. Looking over the controls and the ZPM itself, it remained unlit. ”This is strange. ZPMs don’t lose power for a long time. Maybe it’s something simple as turning on a switch?” The Junior Grade looked around the panel and found it. Wires had been shredded. ”Well crap, this isn’t going to work with all of these wires. Why is it always wires? Why couldn’t it be fuses or a light bulb change, no it has to be wires.” Meyers took a closer look using her flashlight. ”Well I can at least see which wires go where so there won’t be any explosions…”, but the brunette ended in a more silent tone, ”I hope.” While there Shannon couldn’t help but wonder. Were the Wraith really all gone? What if they were there controlling the city and with their keen scent of human blood, knew the team was there. That made the former cadet cringe while assembling the broken wires. ”I sure could use a Three Musketeer as a snack right about now. I just don’t want to become that candy bar.” She spoke really to no one. Whoever heard probably thought the Atlantian air and the laughing gas was getting to the tall woman.

Shannon twined all but one wire back in place. ”Ok, one more wire. If anything blows up, it’s NOT my fault got it?” she stated twining the last wire together.

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Alavair Leah
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Stargate Homeworld: Unpromised Land Jan 4, 2014 2:46:29 GMT -5

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Post by Alavair Leah on Jan 4, 2014 2:46:29 GMT -5

0840

Generator Room

Somewhere in the confusion, it had ended up being only Lucas and Alavair heading to the generators. Personally, he didn't mind it one bit. He didn't know Shannon all that well, and he would prefer to have their technical expert working on the ZPM anyway. Azalea was a good soldier, but she didn't know anything about the Atlantis tech that Lucas didn't, and at this point Alavair felt that he knew just as much about it as anyone, if not more. The room itself was pretty self explanatory, with a small integrated console attached to control the power output from the generators. Thankfully Alavair's security clearance for Atlantis still worked, and it allowed him to login to the system without any difficulty. The difficult came however, in figuring out what to do once logged in. There were numerous menus, and try as he might he couldn't find a help tab. As many times as he had cursed that damn paperclip for trying to help him with tutorials, he pined for that annoyance now.

Eventually he began just pushing different commands, hoping that one of them would make a difference. It was then that the dim lights began to flicker, and then suddenly all around him it was white. He felt all alone, his senses deprived by the overpowering ethereal glow. He fell to his knees, awestruck by the power of the light.

"In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.”

The words seemed to ring out of nowhere and everywhere all at once, and Alavair found himself, for the first time in his life, completely stunned. Suddenly the light disappeared once more, and he found himself on his knees in the generator room, the dim lights giving everything an eerie glow. He glanced slowly over at Lucas, his eyes wide. ”Please tell me you heard that...

<Tag: Lucas "Saint" Clark>

Last Edit: Jan 4, 2014 2:47:01 GMT -5 by Alavair Leah

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