Episode Five - The Enemy Within

[Jason Conway]

1956
Conference Room C
Stargate Operations
Meropis

As with many things on Meropis, within a matter of seconds the situations had flipped itself over. Hurley was the first to react, Conway extended a hand half in defense and half to aid in calming the situation. The lights had shut off and their guest had reacted... Badly. There was a pause, Conway took a mental picture of the absurdness set before him. Lucky was poised with an alien weapon she'd morphed from that darn pendant and seemed to be glowing, in slow motion and illuminated by the glow Hurley and Miller were stepping back and away from her and all the while the smell of fresh roast poultry drifted through the air.

"Please, Lucky. This is not a trap. I had no idea that was going to happen. Hold your fire for the sake both our peoples." The General pleaded. He tapped his ear-piece to open a connection through to the control room. The airwaves were heaving with chatter, it seemed that whatever was going on, it was base wide. Conway was able to over-ride it and cut through using command authorization on his ear-piece,
"General Conway to 'gate ops. Sit-rep please, what the hell just happened?"
"Sir, we have no idea. The city just went into quarantine which explains the doors... As for the lighting, we can't explain it at this time, all power just seems to have just vanished somewhere. The ZPMs and generators are still active but nothings getting through." Came the crackled reply.
"Thanks, Grover. Can we get these doors open at least?"
"No Sir... They seem to have vacuumed sealed themselves, over-ride commands aren't working. We're locked out from an unidentified auxiliary control panel somewhere else in the city."
"Alright, keep working on it. Conway out."

He turned back to the other three in the room with him.
"Something else in this city has triggered a lock down, and something is drawing out our power. At this time, we can't get the doors open. Lucky, I'm sorry. We'll just have to sit tight." He stated, mostly for the benefit of their guest. At least we have chicken, he thought.

<Tag Michael Hurley Francessca Luks and Capt. Kelly Miller>

[Michael Hurley]

1956
Conference Room C
Stargate Operations

Hurley had joined the General, Captain Miller and Lucky in the conference room where their negotiations were planned to have taken place. In the name of good diplomatic relations, all security personnel had been left just outside the room - far enough away to be out of sight, but close enough to respond if something went wrong.

It was due to this that when Meropis went into lockdown, Michael was left without back up.

Without warning the lights in the room cut out and the door sealed shut. In one motion the SEAL drew his sidearm from it’s concealed holster in the small of his back, levelling it at the Meowtian diplomat. In the proceeding seconds, Lucky had drawn upon her alien magic, transforming her consular clothes into battle armour and summoning a weapon from thin air. The CCWO checked the General out of the corner of his eyes, confirming that he was unarmed. Outside, security personnel were banging loudly on the door, trying unsuccessfully to force it open.

“Ma’am, I suggest you stand down,” he ordered Lucky, returning his attention to her. While he had no direct evidence that she was involved in the power loss, her arrival minutes before it had happened was hard to deny.

The General contacted the control room, trying to find out what was happening. By the sounds of it, the same thing was happening all across the city. If that was the case, they needed to get to work. With hesitation, Hurley lowered his weapon, but stopped short of re-holstering it.

“Sir, ma’am, is there another way out of her?” he asked, his eyes scanning the room. This was a conference room after all, not the brig. “Service access, ventilation, something alone those lines.”

< Jason Conway, Capt. Kelly Miller & Francessca Luks >

[Capt. Kelly Miller]

1956
Conference Room C
Stargate Operations

Miller's mind was working fast, trying to process what was happening. She was very sharp; no one ever got to be a JAG by being a dummy, but no amount of combat sims had prepared her for THIS. The pendant moved from Kelly's envelope back to the woman's neck. Ok, she could take a hint...then the alien woman handed her the pendant BACK. This time, Kelly wasted no time in securing the envelope, and enclosing it in her briefcase, firmly closing the latches. She was old school and liked the security of a hard-sided case.

The men spoke back and forth with Lucky for a moment, Hurley on edge and the General trying to smooth things over. She heard him as the lights flickered.

Now, let's get this show on the-road. The lights then went totally out, and the doors locked. Oh, joy. Lucky moved to a defense stance,a and Kelly did what she could to NOT respond in kind. She was a Marine, and no amount of desk work was going to take the fight totally out of her. The emergency lights glowed, and Miller turned to Hurley.


Ideas, Chief?? HER idea was to call the engineers; where were the damned Seabees when you needed them?? She sighed.

"Something else in this city has triggered a lock down, and something is drawing out our power. At this time, we can't get the doors open. Lucky, I'm sorry. We'll just have to sit tight. Kelly did a few quick calculations in her head. If she weren't dressed like she were, she would CLIMB out of her via a cieling duct. However, she was wearing a skirt, and heels, so that wasn't going to be practical. As if reading her mind, Hurley spoke.

Sir, ma’am, is there another way out of her? Service access, ventilation, something alone those lines. Miller pointed to a ceiling tile.

Any idea what's up there, Chief? General? Might Engineering know? As long as they had a signal to the Control room, that was SOMETHING, right? Someone somewhere had to know something.

Tag:Michael Hurley, Jason Conway, Francessca Luks

[Francessca Luks]

1957
Conference Room C
Meropis

Through the midst of glaring and growling from Francessca the group that had welcomed her to this world did their best to cool the situation. The base had gone into quarantine due to a something draining power. Not that anyone had told her that but with Chi in it's active form Francessca could listen in to the radio channels. Something that Brave Phoenix was teaching it's mages that the Empire itself believed to be obsolete and a waste of time. Francessca also noticed Hurley react to her going on the defensive. Looked like she didn't have much of a response choice. She let the magical boomerang slip down to hold in the middle and lowered it to her side. She wasn't letting go and she certainly wasn't giving the order to return Chi to it's inactive form. The quarantine starting just as they'd got her alone in a secluded room was too much of a coincidence.

"Alright what's the plan?" Francessca might as well help these guys figure out what in the black sea was going on. It was better then sitting on her tail and it would help them trust each other better. Hurley and Miller spoke about what Francessca translated as climbing out through the ceiling. Well there was a bonus, moving through their bases underbelly and learning the layout. She'd be able to assist in defense as per her orders and if the higher ups decided to change their minds, not that Francessca expected it but Meowtians were funny like that, she'd be able to provide valuable intel. "If you clear the table I can have Chi give us a line." She suggested pointing her device up to the ceiling tile. The idea was a magical climbing rope. Whether the Meropians got that or not though.

Tag: Jason Conway, Michael Hurley, Capt. Kelly Miller

[Capt. Kelly Miller]

1957
Conference Room C
Meropis

Kelly waited for Hurley's reponse. These Navy guys were useless as usual; you wanted something done, you called the Marines. You wanted something done RIGHT, you called a lady Marine. She would climb up there herself if she had to; who cared if she were in a dress uniform?! Manuvers had to be done, and sometimes you didn't get to pick when. She'd learned that EONS ago, and it always proved itself to be so. The alien woman spoke.

Alright what's the plan? She looked at the woman. Kelly seriously considered telling her that HER plan had best be to lie low, but that wasn't a way to win friends and influence people, and Kelly wasn't mad at the woman per se, just the situation. Kelly just sighed.

For now, keep a line open for Engineering. She went back to the Chief and the General. Lucky went on.

If you clear the table I can have Chi give us a line. Kelly looked up where she'd just been pointing. The woman projected a line towards the cieling. Miller asked her, for clarification's sake.

Will that tell me what's up there? If so, do it. She just spoke for the General, but someone was going to have make the tough calls, and she was a big girl, she could handle the fall out. Better her than the General anyway; she WANTED to retire and hey, what better reason than what might potentially be an epic eff-up?

Tag:Michael Hurley, Jason Conway, Francessca Luks

[Michael Hurley]

1958
Conference Room C
Stargate Operations

A plan was starting to be developed between the four of them. Captain Miller pointed to an opening in the roof above, enquiring as to what was up there. Hurley studied the opening for a moment. If they had been back on Earth a safe assumption would have been ventilation or climate control. Being human, the Ancients who build this complex would have theoretically needed both. At the same time, it was safe to assume that if they had developed hyperspace technology, they’d created a better way of cooling and warming rooms.

“No idea,” the CCWO replied, shaking his head. “I’ll check it out.”

Removing his dress uniform jacket and hanging it over a chair, Michael crossed the room and grabbed a chair. He clambered up onto the table in the centre of the room with the athleticism that would have been uncharacteristic of his age had he not been a career SEAL. Carefully placing the chair on the table, he climbed up to get a closer look at the vent.

The vent was circular in shape, and just large enough to accommodate an adult, albeit tightly. Carefully, he placed his palm on the vent and pushed. Much to his surprise, the vent gave way and he was able to push it to the side.

“That's… interesting,” he said, climbing down from the chair. The looks on confusion from the others prompted him to explain what he meant. “The idea of a lockdown is to, you know, lock things down. The vent shouldn’t have been that easy to crack open.” This development had some implications for their current situation. Given that the doors were locked but the vents weren’t, it might not be a security or medical lockdown at all, but rather a malfunction with the doors.

Luks informed the group that she had a way to get up into the vents. Surely anything would be easier than climbing up on an unsteady chair. “Lead the way.”

< Jason Conway, Capt. Kelly Miller & Francessca Luks >

[Capt. Kelly Miller]

1959
Conference Room C
Stargate Operations

Kelly watched as Hurley came to life. They seemed to be thinking on the same brainwave, and Kelly appreciated this. She understood why Hurley had such a great record-he was a real leader, a go-getter, and he would prove in time to be an asset, of this Kelly was confident.

No idea...I’ll check it out. Kelly just nodded. She spotted him a moment, while keeping a gaze trained on the Alien. Not that she didn't trust her, but Kelly had been around the proverbial block once or fifteen times. She waited for Hurley to make his assessment.

That's… interesting...The idea of a lockdown is to, you know, lock things down. The vent shouldn’t have been that easy to crack open. The Marine nodded.

That's very true. So, what does it mean, you think? Can we get out? Michael then spoke to Luks.

Lead the way... Kelly nodded. If there was nothing up there, SHE would be more than happy to climb up there; she was the smallest one, but she would need to be delicate, of course.

Tag:Michael Hurley, Francessca Luks, Jason Conway.

[Jason Conway]

2000
Conference Room C
Stargate Operations
Meropis

In situations like this it was easy for one to simply panic, but remaining calm was the essence of those General Conway had picked to stand beside him on the front lines of Meropis. Hurley scanned the room for their next move, his eyes examining the gloom and long shadows cast by the emergency lighting.
“Sir, ma’am, is there another way out of here? Service access, ventilation, something alone those lines.” He asked, searching for the answer. Keeping Lucky in the corner of his vision, Conway glanced at where Captain Miller began to point,
"Any idea what's up there, Chief? General? Might Engineering know?" It was fairly high, they'd need to jump to get up there at least. That was assuming that the ceiling tiles actually moved of course. To the trio's silent relief, Lucky eventually relaxed and let the alien weapon slip down out of harm's way.
"Alright what's the plan?" She said also glancing at the ceiling. Conway didn't know how comfortable he was letting this alien slither around Meropian crawlspace with them, but he supposed that they didn't have much of a choice given the circumstances, "If you clear the table I can have Chi give us a line."
She said, flashing the device at them, the alien equivalent of Batman's utility belt it seemed.

"I’ll check it out.” Came the gruff voice of Michael Hurley. Jason watched as he took off his jacket and neatly hung it over the chair before climbing onto the table. He passed the man up a chair and Hurley used it to bridge the remaining distance between him and the ceiling. Conway couldn't see through the shadows from where he stood but he heard the feint grating sound of a metallic object being slid aside.
“That's… interesting. The idea of a lock down is to, you know, lock things down. The vent shouldn't have been that easy to crack open.”
Hurley commented as he slowly climbed down the unsteady chair.
"It seems fate is on our side and we have a plan then ladies and gentleman." Conway announced.
"That's very true. So, what does it mean, you think? Can we get out?
" Asked Kelly Miller.
"Lead the way." Hurley gestured to the Meowtian Diplomat.

BANG. The situation had suddenly changed with a spine-juddering loud noise against the conference room door. An un-natural howl resonated through the corridor outside while the sounds of growling and snarling reverberated against the doors. An urgent scratching and clamoring against the surface followed. Someone or some thing was trying to get in.
"Now would be a good time." Conway said to Lucky as politely as he could. He watched as she shot a form of alien grappling line up into the vent and began to secure it. The General's attention was immediately drawn back to the conference room doors. The sound of metal being warped under immense heat and pressure began to resonate from the bottom of the door, the snarling and growling grew louder. By his reckoning, the noise was coming from at least five or six different sources. He tapped his ear-piece to radio through to 'Gate Ops,
"This is Conway to control, respond." He received only static in reply, "General Conway to 'gate ops, anybody read me?" Again more static. He cursed under his breath and turned back to the others as Hurley prepared himself for the climb.
"Comms are down. Whatever out there doesn't sound good either, let's get moving." He said, taking off his dress jacket and tie and rolling up his sleeves.

<Tag Michael Hurley Capt. Kelly Miller and Francessca Luks>

[Francessca Luks]

2000
Conference Room C

Francessca waited patiently whilst the others decided if they wanted to trust her or not. She got it, she was an alien that had just showed up and hadn't reacted all that well to the situation. But she didn't trust them any more then she had to either, hence her reaction. She wasn't afraid, she was military and she was kinda used to bad situations, traps and the like. At least the message was across though, she'd defend herself if she had to. The General seemed to be the only one who was willing to put aside their differences to work together and get themselves out of this mess. But she supposed that's why he was a general and the others officers. You didn't get to General without being able to make the hard calls.

Their plan however was hastened by a loud bang and a scrabbling at the door. "Now would be a good time." The General gave Francessca the go ahead. "Yeah? No kidding. She threw her boomerang up into the vent where it attached forming a yellow magic circle before the device lowered itself via a magical rope allowing them to quickly pull themselves up.

"Comms are down. Whatever out there doesn't sound good either, let's get moving." The general took of his jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. "You guys go up and i'll follow. I can fire some non-lethal rounds to keep them at bay and I kinda need to maintain the spell while you climb. Lucky turned and held out a hand as small bullets formed between her fingers. "Unless you guys have a weapon?"

Tag; Jason Conway, Capt. Kelly Miller, Michael Hurley

[Capt. Kelly Miller]

2000
Conference Room C

Normally, Kelly would be getting ready to close for the day; her cases would be completed, her trials ended for the day, and her perps in the Brig, waiting for the time that would come when she'd have to either defend or prosecute them to a military judge. That was on a good day. A bad day might have her STILL at Falls Church, writing briefs, drinking stale coffee, and eating candy bars from the vending machine in an effort to stay awake. THIS, however, this wasn't like a bad day. This was like a day from Hell, and she wasn't happy about that.

She was impressed by their ability to keep calm, though. Not a panicker among them, which was at once refreshing and gratifying; they were more apt to help each other and follow orders when there was calm, rather than with one of them just trying to stay alive. Panic was never good.

The General spoke then, suddenly seemingly aware that it was not OK.

Now would be a good time. Yeah, no sh*t. She watched as Luks shot a boomerang-type weapon into the cieling. Fine. Kelly didn't actually CARE how they got out, just that they got the hell out and damned fast.

Comms are down. Whatever out there doesn't sound good either, let's get moving. Crap. Well, there goes THAT idea; routing the lighting through the Comms system. Oh, well, they could figure something out. She got ready to move out, as Luks spoke again.

You guys go up and i'll follow. I can fire some non-lethal rounds to keep them at bay and I kinda need to maintain the spell while you climb...Unless you guys have a weapon? At that, Kelly removed her pistol from her shoulder holster; it had been hidden beneath her uniform jacket. She looked at the men, and then gestured to her godforsaken skirt. She had a few choice she would like to say to the Marine Corps, and most specifically, whichever genius decided that the Uniform of the Day was dress blues. They were gonna get it when she was done saving people.

You boys go first. She took a firing stance; at least there was SOMETHING she could do in a skirt. She would shimmy up later, when no one could see her being undiginified and unladylike, and also when the suggestions of impropriety would be forgotten in place of emergency.

Tag:Jason Conway, Michael Hurley, Francessca Luks

[Jason Conway]

2001
Ventilation Shaft
Stargate Operations
Meropis

Conway cursed to himself as he pulled his body weight up the line and hauled himself into the vent. He'd decided that the leader should, well, lead. He remember being a lot more agile in his earlier days than he was now, but he'd still managed to get up there. The vent rang along the length of the room in near darkness and the same again the other way back toward the center of the city spire. He could hear the jabbling and barking of the creatures echoing along the vent from other areas of the city, but he couldn't smell them up here and that HAD to be a good sign. The smell was awful down in the conference room, he couldn't place it in his mind but the nearest thing to it would be a mixture of rotting fish and decomposing corpses.

Jason Conway decided that toward the Stargate would probably be a safer bet, he knew there was another grating up ahead that would drop them out onto the balcony once the creatures had left. From there they could access the control room as well as the 'gate itself. His other option took him deeper into the city and more than likely into an enormous vertical shaft that they'd have a hard time traversing.
"Alright, looks good up here. Come on up and stick together." Conway said to the others, trying to keep his voice low to avoid it echoing down the vents and giving their plan away. He began to army-crawl his way along, freeing up the opening for whoever was next. Ahead, a feint light flickered through a grating, piercing the darkness just enough to guide the way. The General slowly crawled his way there. Within another minute or so he'd reached it and Hurley was close behind. Conway peered through the gap at the balcony below.

He was horrified. The creatures, whatever they were, could be seen for the first time. A pack of wild, frantic humanoid figures squabbled with each other and repeatedly threw themselves at the conference room doors. They all seemed to have silver spines for hair, swept back across their heads yet twitching. Long, dagger like claws extended from where their fingertips should be and they all seemed hunched over, constantly sniffing and testing the air around them.
"God damn it." He whispered to Hurley, "How the hell did this many of those... Things, get right into the heart of our city like that?" He remained still, waiting for the others to catch up and, more importantly, waiting for the creatures to loose interest.

<Tag Michael Hurley Francessca Luks and Capt. Kelly Miller>

[Capt. Kelly Miller]

2001
Ventilation Shaft
Stargate Operations
Meropis

Kelly was able to scramble up after the men, with Lucky close behind..she HOPED. It was dark and musty in the ventilation ducts, and while she was limber and agile, even given her age, it was also stinky. Not like body odor or something, more like century-old dust and dirt. She could IMAGINE what her uniform was going to look like at the other end. She cursed at the darkness and fumbled in her jacket pocket for her penlight. A prepared Marine was an ALIVE Marine, and Miller fully intend to come out of THIS alive. She'd seen worse, after all (so far).

She shone it forward, sighing in relief that they were alone up here...whatever species had trapped them in the room didn't seem to be able to permeate the ceiling. Thankfully.

Alright, looks good up here. Come on up and stick together. She made a face; men were slow, weren't they?! She replied, though, keeping her voice low but her tone light.

Captain Miller, cocked, locked, and ready to rock. Into the darkness, she shrugged. What did he expect?! "Oh, no, General, I can't...I am but a fair maiden." Yeah, right. Then, her penlight reflected another light. What?! Wait...She scrambled down the "hallway" towards the General.

God damn it...How the hell did this many of those... Things, get right into the heart of our city like that? Hell, they were UGLY. She sighed, and spoke into the darkness.

The door?! Actually,I imagine that they came the way the rest did. I don't remember much of that Religious studies class I took at Duke...but Lilith had a cult following, right? What if these...beings are part of that in some way? Waking the other...aliens...might've shook them awake. She sighed, and retreated further into the darkness. Now what?

Tag:Jason Conway, Michael Hurley, Francessca Luks. I feel like this is disjointed, but hey, a post!

Admin Edit: It's not disjointed, its spot on to my plans! Have you been looking at my notes!? [/i][/i]

[Jaya Bakshi]

1958
Control Room
Stargate Operations
Meropis

At the comm station, Jaya was assisting Grover in getting the training team in area 07 through their exercises. She would prefer to be out with the Pilots, waving her flags and directing the traffic-admittedly, the young Indian-American enjoyed the power that came from bossing pilots around. On that note, she'd really need to get together with Paul Riley to get the pilot's flight plans so she could make sure that, for example, Decker wouldn't fly into Booth or something. And also, she needed to distract that Blonde French pilot with...something. Her eldest sister, Lahki, who Jaya had nicknamed Pinky, reminded her a bit of the other woman, so she planned to do what she did with Pinky...bother the holy bananas out of her.

She watched the computer in front of her-the Air Force had trained her on basic computer programs, flight sims, and things like that, but really, shouldn't one of the people from the Gateroom or comms or something be down here?! She only knew how to use the computer to tell if a pilot was going to land, or crash, or fire. And hopefully it was ALWAYS the first option.

She and Grover went back and forth for a moment as he fiddled with controls, keeping things online for the General. She tapped a few keys, coordinating with Maccafferty, and then something happened. It went dark. Shoot, that was NOT supposed to happen. She clicked more keys, and noted she'd lost the connection with the labs.

Grove, I've lost Maccafferty... She sighed as he looked to her, grim-faced. Fan-effing-tastic. The General's voice came over the radio. At least THAT system still worked.

General Conway to 'gate ops. Sit-rep please, what the hell just happened? Grover looked to her, and she shrugged. Ask her something she actually KNEW the answer to. Grover spoke.

Sir, we have no idea. The city just went into quarantine which explains the doors... As for the lighting, we can't explain it at this time, all power just seems to have just vanished somewhere. The ZPMs and generators are still active but nothings getting through. Grover looked at her, and she helplessly punched some more command keys. No dice. She shook her head once, and Grover sighed, but replied to their CO. No Sir... They seem to have vacuumed sealed themselves, over-ride commands aren't working. We're locked out from an unidentified auxiliary control panel somewhere else in the city. As Grover finished up with the General, Jaya turned her attention to the trio working thier exercise.

SM-2, this is Staff Sargeant Bakshi with Grover and the Marines. Doors are sealed. Be advised-emergency protocol Alpha Bravo Foxtrot are in place. Repeat, emergency protocol ABF in place. She signed off-she always sounded like a total dork when she said stuff like that. She waited for further orders, glancing nervously at Grover. What the hell now?!

Tag:John Callaghan, Quinn Monaghan, Ryan Decker, Plot Twist, and SG-1?! First post, yay!

[Jason Conway]

2002
Control Room
Stargate Operations
Meropis

The creatures had gone. Perhaps something else had taken their interest? Or perhaps they'd simply decided they were bored and might find an easier meal elsewhere. Either way, the coast was now clear and Jason began to unscrew the vent hatch wondering if they designed these things with such scenarios in mind. Kelly's voice came whispering up the vent,
"The door?! Actually, I imagine that they came the way the rest did. I don't remember much of that Religious studies class I took at Duke... but Lilith had a cult following, right? What if these... Beings are part of that in some way? Waking the other... aliens... might've shook them awake." She raised a very good point. They'd managed to set into action a chain of events, hopefully not as serious as the Atlantis expedition had done in their first few days.
"Let's not dwell on what we don't know yet." Conway said with a concentrated effort as he lifted off the vent hatch, "Instead, let's see if we can get things running again." He said before awkwardly shifting himself around to drop his legs out of the vent.

Conway was initially quite nervous about dropping down, what if the creatures hadn't left yet? He slowly lowered himself down and dropped the remaining few feet to the floor, absorbing the impact with a roll. It was still quite dark around here and he had no idea what was further down the balcony in the gloom. Squinting into the darkness he thought he could make out the tell tale flickering of torch light from behind one of the conference room doors. A mental note reminded him that Achilles, Paisley and Blue were likely to be over there somewhere. He hoped they'd found a way to stay safe as well, no doubt the creatures had discovered them.

As the others began to quietly lower themselves down from the vent, the General took in their surroundings. The control room door was closed, which was certainly unusual to see. What's more is that unlike the Atlantis control room, the Meropis one apparently had some form of physical ancient blast doors rather than a simple force field. The summary of the effect was that the control room looked like a solid metal box, impenetrable in the event of a threat such as this, a good idea for once.

Cautiously approaching the sealed doors, he gave it a gentle tap and whispered,
"It's Jason Conway, anybody inside?" A soft thud sounded as another of the group dropped from the vent behind him. With a hiss the door clicked unlocked, a voice sounded from the other side, it was Grover.
"Sir! It's good to hear your voice. Whatever's going on, the protocols didn't seem to apply to the master control room. We managed to lock the doors and bring down the blast screen before those things showed up. You'll have to lift it though, the powers still out."
"Guys, give me a hand with this" The General said in a hushed voice to the others.

<Tags Michael Hurley Capt. Kelly Miller and Francessca Luks>

[Francessca Luks]

2002
Vents -> Control Room
Stargate Operations
Meropis

Francessca waited until Chi had ferried everyone up and into the vents before she followed suit. She was really regretting handing over her rifle now, she'd been here all of fifteen minutes and already fighting off some alien horde of the black sea only knew what. She followed quietly behind listening and keeping an eye on scent trails just in case they'd breached the conference room and had the height to climb up after them.

Fortunately however it looked like whatever they were had gotten bored and wandered off. Not that she was complaining but she couldn't help but be annoyed, it was like a whole bunch of Aear's had just knocked on the door before wandering off before they could answer. Hell she would NOT be surprised if he had something to do with this, he always did have a penchant for getting himself and everyone around him in trouble.

Francessca lowered herself down using the reverse of how she'd got everyone up there in the first place. She scanned the area for any signs of, well whatever those things were. Sight, sounds, smells, oh various gods the smell, they clearly hadn't gone very far. "Doesn't smell like they've gone very far." she warned. "We'll need whatever you people have that passes for air purification after this." AFTER this. She'd felt the need to think it to no one in particular. "Guys, give me a hand with this" The General said in a hushed voice. Francessca moved over and shoved her weapon as far into the door's seam as it would go. From one of it's sides it ejected a rifle round styled mana cartridge and grew to nearly three times the size and built itself some jets.[Buster Form] chimed the device.

She had to hand it to Aear they actually had a use for a change she thought to herself as the engines hummed into life and pushed deeper into the seam. The idea was to get the magical boomerang under enough for it to push the door open as it turned onto it's side. That was of course if it could get between the door and the floor. Francessca was not all that high class of mage and even with a cartridge it WAS a blast door. "Why does he always make this so easy?" she thought out loud as she put more magic into her push.

Tag: Jason Conway, Michael Hurley, Capt. Kelly Miller