December 23rd, 2006
|sinanju||01:02 pm - [Chloe] Ebil! Awakens!|
Who: Chloe Sullivan
Where: The Gate Room, Atlantis
When: Approx. two hours after SG-23's arrival
Invited: Anyone and everyone
Chloe walked out of her newly assigned quarters in a giddy mood. Atlantis was amazing! It was incredible, in fact. It was hard to accept that the city was as old as it was known to be. It seemed brand new, as if even the Atlantis expedition had just moved in and hadn't had time to scuff the floors. Chloe reminded herself that the city was actually several million years old and giggled. Incredible!
It wasn't exactly homey, though. It was a cold city in many ways. Not very inviting or comfortable looking, though the human-occupied areas were nice enough. On the other hand, compared to that ice palace of Clark's--and presumbly to Krypton as a whole, at leas before it was destroyed--it was positively warm and cuddly.
Using the transporter closet--(The T.C.,) Chloe thought and laughed to herself--was mildly amusing. Not as frightening as gating all the way to Atlantis, not as exciting as the ring transporters. But it got her back to the center of the city very quickly. Chloe stepped out of the T.C. and looked around.
A handful of Marines stood guard here and there. Lots of people in Atlantis jumpsuits hurried to and fro, though a few sauntered instead. They were probably off duty, Chloe guessed. The stargate--which looked very different from the gate at the SGC was inactive at the moment. Overhead, the high ceiling provided room for Puddle Jumpers to swoop down from their bays and fly through the gate.
Chloe was about to go in search of the commissary when she saw a woman not wearing the Atlantis uniform walking by. Teyla Emmagen. Native of the Pegasus galaxy and a kick-ass warrior by all accounts. But nothing in the briefings Chloe had read had indicated just how hot she was, not even the photographs. "Teyla? Teyla Emmagen?"
Teyla stopped and looked at her. "Yes. You are Chloe Sullivan? Of SG-23?"
"Yes!" Chloe said, approaching her. She felt unreasonably pleased that Teyla knew who she was. "I just...I saw you walking by, and...and...." Chloe reached out to grab her arms and lay a big kiss on her. Teyla parried her easily, automatically, looking surprised.
Chloe tried again. Teyla evaded her again, a tiny frown line appearing on her brow. "Miss Sullivan, this is not..." she said, but Chloe wasn't listening. She had to kiss Teyla. She had to. For a start. There were a lot of things she suddenly wanted to do to Teyla, and she knew Teyla would like them if she'd simply go along with it.
Chloe lunged at her again. "Teyla, just--I only want to..." Teyla parried her again. Chloe tried to counter her, but even a couple of years of training made her no match for Teyla. What made it especially humiliating--and embarrassment and anger began to erode her initial lusty impulses--was that Teyla clearly wasn't even trying hard. She wasn't even really thinking about it when she reacted.
Chloe felt her anger mounting rapidly. She continued struggling fruitlessly, panting and growling. She wasn't trying to kiss the woman any longer. Now she wanted to strike her, hurt her. Teyla parried her a couple more times, then resorted to a pain compliance hold. It hurt, but Chloe ignored it. Let Teyla dislocate her shoulder--it would heal before she finished punching Teyla out!
More hands seized Chloe now. She struggled, screaming at them, cursing. In her frenzy, Chloe managed to wrench one arm free long enough to grab a Marine's sidearm. Before she could use it, something struck her arm hard enough to break it an instant before she went down under a pile of bodies, immobilized by their sheer weight.
"Take her to Dr. Beckett," Chloe heard Teyla say. "Confine her until he can determine what is wrong with her."
Current Mood: infuriated
Current Music: NIne Inch Nails, "Closer"
|Date:||December 24th, 2006 10:19 am (UTC)|| |
OOC: I'm presuming that since SG1 came through the gate, they'll be feeling a bit extreme too?
Jon made his way to the commissary with a smirk on his face. Just because they'd just finished a test run (which went very nicely if he did say so himself) didn't mean he wanted to look over the results right now. Missing lunch or substituting it with power bars was a level of geekdom to which he would never stoop. That and Molly would be -
WTF?! Familiar faces were always welcome, but did the jarheads have to start fighting already?
"T? Mitchell? What the hell's going on here?"
"The situation is under control, JonMurphy."
"Ya, I can see that." Uh-huh. Two men who should be standing down, with another two about to join in when even Mitchell should have had 'his' Marine on the ground by now. Carter wasn't looking too calm either. The rest of the crowd was keeping their distance. "Anyone call security?"
Dana (or whatever her name was) bless Molly.
"Get your stinking hands off me, Jaffa!"
"I shall not." "Watch your mouth, Corporal." "You tell 'em, Smith!" Thwack! (that last coming from Carter)
Jon glared at all five of them, unable to believe his eyes. It was as if they were baiting each other to fight back, and getting worse. Where the hell had discipline gone? At least the longer-term Atlantis personnel in the commissary were taking up positions now, waiting to see what happened. They might not know Jon's real background, but they knew him better than they did any newcomers - SG1's reputation aside - and were just as indignant that anyone would think of causing trouble in their home.
"Do you need a hand or is there some kind of problem with restraining those men properly?"
Ten eyes snapped towards him. Oh crap. He hadn't just united them under some new damn cause, had he? Who the hell'd been tampering with the water this time?
|Date:||December 24th, 2006 03:12 pm (UTC)|| |
There. With the unannounced new arrivals safely in place in the Infirmary, the Lt. Colonel was freed up for getting back to --- "Security to the mess..."
Well, yup... just another day at the office. Sheppard broke into a trot towards the messhall. He didn't return the call, though call it an overblown sense of curiousity. It wasn't often that city security was called, particularly to the messhall. Not as if they had a bar, and to his knowledge, there wasn't a shortage of coffee, so it couldn't be the scientific types fighting over their jolt of caffeine they all so seem to require. (Not that he doesn't like his cup of joe in the morning...)
Rounding the corner to the messhall, he slowed up as he looked at the sight before him, voicing complaint even as he crossed the threshold into the room. "What the hell is going on?" His marines? Oh... great.
Now, technically, his entrance into the room should have brought the men to some semblance of attention, his at least, while the visiting Colonels would have taken a step back, but... that wasn't happening, for some reason. His anger (and disappointment) was rising with each step into the room. Sheppard crossed the short distance to where Jon was and put his hands on his hips and stared. "Stand down." The words were a little more than a suggestion, and in the seconds following, he could feel his anger rise. "Now, what is going on?"
That'd be two versus five now... and the odds didn't look good...
|Date:||December 27th, 2006 08:54 pm (UTC)|| |
Jon watched the Marines fall over each other in an onslaught of salutes and apologies, swiftly followed by Mitchell and Carter flushing as red as strawberry jello. Teal'c's stiff bow was long and low. The question was, why? Sure they'd done wrong and should account for their actions, but this was.. excessive. Sudden, too. A foolish man might say something about mood swings and PMT.
Maintaining the frown of disapproval, he spoke to Sheppard from the corner of his mouth. "How long do you reckon before one of them begs for a holding cell?"
The other man's response was lost in a sudden impression of animosity from Ami of all people. No words, just a hell of a lot of GRRR. Ok so he hadn't gotten round to saying hi properly yet, but wasn't that excessive? Oh.. that word again. This didn't look good, and given his inexperience and Ami's greater strength he wasn't keen to hazard an "are you ok?" for fear of getting fried.
Jon opened his mouth to say something, anything, to Sheppard, then noticed that brief, distracted look that came over when the ear pieces kicked in. Something on a channel he didn't get then.
"Jackson needs help."
Well that saved an explanation. "I'll take her - the jarheads respond better to you anyway."
Sheppard shook his head. "The other Jackson."
"And there I was thinking these people were supposed to make our lives easier."
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 12:12 am (UTC)|| |
Sheppard stood there and stared as the Three Stooges scene played out in front of him. Of course, he didn't get an answer, but the cessation of hostilities was more than enough for him-- though he had to admit, it was kinda weird seeing it from Teal'C and Mitchell...
Sheppard responded in kind, that is to say, leaned over to the younger man and offered, "This is just creepy." Still, not losing a beat, the Colonel straightened, nodded once decisively, his hands still on his hips.
"Right. At ease, though not as you were. Break it up... Wilson, Evans... you've got training in half an hour. Get a move on..." Another nod is given in acknowledgement of Mitchell and Teal'C... and Sam before he caught the message across his radio.
"Jackson needs help."
Shaking his head, the Colonel turned around and headed out. "Level 4, Historical Archives Section 2A... come with me, Murphy." Over the radio, he called, "Sheppard to security... bring stunners. I have a feeling we might need 'em... Bates, I want all teams issued one... Teyla? I'd feel better if you had one too... Sheppard out." This was just nuts. His Marines fighting in the messhall... with SG-1???
"Since when is anything easy here?"