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It's called "Astra Portia" in Ancient.
That's good to know, I guess. Doesn't really answer the question, though. How do I destroy it?
Short answer? You can't destroy it. The Naquadah alloy can absorb an enormous amount of energy. Including nukes and black holes.
Of course there's a limit on how much it can withstand... But if you somehow manages to push pass that? It will explode violently... Of the magnitude of the Tsar bomba.
So yeah... Don't try it.
Of course there's a limit on how much it can withstand... But if you somehow manages to push pass that? It will explode violently... Of the magnitude of the Tsar bomba.
So yeah... Don't try it.
Edited 2022-02-05 03:49 (UTC)
Well, we've got ourselves a little problem then.
See, the people who own this land aren't exactly thrilled about having an ancient alien portal to who-knows-where here. Even if it's not operative now, there's no guarantee that whatever's on the other side of this device can't just reactivate it at any time. Or some idiot on this side of it, for that matter.
So if destroying it's not on the table, the only other option here I can see is some method of permanent containment.
See, the people who own this land aren't exactly thrilled about having an ancient alien portal to who-knows-where here. Even if it's not operative now, there's no guarantee that whatever's on the other side of this device can't just reactivate it at any time. Or some idiot on this side of it, for that matter.
So if destroying it's not on the table, the only other option here I can see is some method of permanent containment.
Their concerns are... well founded. Stargates such as this one, is connected to a network of thousands of alien worlds. Any one of those can dial this gate at any time.
Now to shut it down permanently, there are two ways. You can bury it under rocks and dirt. It's a bit crude. The gate can still be dialed but nothing can go through. The second way is to weld it shut with a thick layer of titanium or steel. Any incoming wormhole would fail to form. The main thing is to fill the center of the ring with some kind of material.
So it depends on what sort of equipment you brought... if you ask me however, I think it should be handed over to the local government.
Now to shut it down permanently, there are two ways. You can bury it under rocks and dirt. It's a bit crude. The gate can still be dialed but nothing can go through. The second way is to weld it shut with a thick layer of titanium or steel. Any incoming wormhole would fail to form. The main thing is to fill the center of the ring with some kind of material.
So it depends on what sort of equipment you brought... if you ask me however, I think it should be handed over to the local government.
Edited 2022-02-05 11:32 (UTC)
That's not an option. The local government's a banana republic; we turn it over to them today and they'll turn it over to the drug lords for some quick cash tomorrow.
Explosives would be easy to get but the problem with that plan is that someone could just tunnel back inside. There's reports of some unsavory types already getting tipped off about this thing's discovery; that's why I was sent in. Welding it shut sounds more practical and it's workable enough, it just means we'll need to stay on site until it's done.
You're not just extrapolating. You've encountered machines like this before. Are you familiar enough to know how to operate them?
Explosives would be easy to get but the problem with that plan is that someone could just tunnel back inside. There's reports of some unsavory types already getting tipped off about this thing's discovery; that's why I was sent in. Welding it shut sounds more practical and it's workable enough, it just means we'll need to stay on site until it's done.
You're not just extrapolating. You've encountered machines like this before. Are you familiar enough to know how to operate them?
What use would local drug lords have of it? Its only function is to transport people between planets, it can't be used as a weapon or for material. Naquadah doesn't even exist naturally on this planet. Besides it weights about 32 tons. Not the easiest thing to transport...
Sure, whatever you think works best.
Yes. They're easy enough to operate. [Points to the DHD] The buttons on that device are used to dial another gate in the galaxy. We call it a Dial Home Device. It's an address that denotes the position of the planet in a 3D space. 6 points are used to localize and the 7th is used as a Point of Origin. The trouble is finding the correct symbols out of the 39 available.
Sure, whatever you think works best.
Yes. They're easy enough to operate. [Points to the DHD] The buttons on that device are used to dial another gate in the galaxy. We call it a Dial Home Device. It's an address that denotes the position of the planet in a 3D space. 6 points are used to localize and the 7th is used as a Point of Origin. The trouble is finding the correct symbols out of the 39 available.
Edited 2022-02-05 20:59 (UTC)
Yeah, but see, nobody else on this planet knew that until you just told me. All we could figure out about it up till now was that it was some type of extraterrestrial portal device.
[Taps a finger on the DHD's edge as he patiently listens.] So you're saying it's basically like a pattern puzzle, one you already know how to play... and it can be moved and set up elsewhere, even if it'd take three of me to lift it.
On second thought, Mr. Quinn, we're not going to be welding it shut. Not just yet at least. Certain persons need to be made aware just how much you know first. They were under the impression you would only be able to identify this device's origin and possible functions. You knowing how to operate it changes the ballgame completely.
[Taps a finger on the DHD's edge as he patiently listens.] So you're saying it's basically like a pattern puzzle, one you already know how to play... and it can be moved and set up elsewhere, even if it'd take three of me to lift it.
On second thought, Mr. Quinn, we're not going to be welding it shut. Not just yet at least. Certain persons need to be made aware just how much you know first. They were under the impression you would only be able to identify this device's origin and possible functions. You knowing how to operate it changes the ballgame completely.
There's usually only one Stargate per planet. Otherwise they conflict with each other.
Certainly. Both the gate itself and the DHD can be moved. They connect to one another through a sub-space link. No wires.
[He furrows his eyebrows slightly, not liking the sound of that.]
Just because I know how to operate it, that doesn't mean I know how it works. This tech was developed by an ancient, inter-galactic species. They were far more advanced than us humans. There's no way to know for certain if it works. The internals can have gotten damaged at some point. We'd also need an address. Preferably not one that leads to a black hole.
Certainly. Both the gate itself and the DHD can be moved. They connect to one another through a sub-space link. No wires.
[He furrows his eyebrows slightly, not liking the sound of that.]
Just because I know how to operate it, that doesn't mean I know how it works. This tech was developed by an ancient, inter-galactic species. They were far more advanced than us humans. There's no way to know for certain if it works. The internals can have gotten damaged at some point. We'd also need an address. Preferably not one that leads to a black hole.
Do you know if there's a Stargate on the other planets in our solar system? Is there some way to identify planets with Stargates from here on Earth?
Ah, it's like that then. Good to know, if a little inconvenient. I can interface with most machines of terrestrial origin, but your Stargate's got nothing for me to work with.
[He smiles reassuringly, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. They remain focused on the other man, perhaps a little too intently for someone who doesn't know him that well yet.]
Details. Don't worry, you'll be given as much time as you need, and my employers aren't the type of people to throw away lives trying to get this thing to work. Of course it means you'll need to stick with me for the foreseeable future, but that's the safest place for you to be anyway. If even half of what we've just talked about got out, you'd very quickly find yourself in the crosshairs of some very nasty people.
Ah, it's like that then. Good to know, if a little inconvenient. I can interface with most machines of terrestrial origin, but your Stargate's got nothing for me to work with.
[He smiles reassuringly, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. They remain focused on the other man, perhaps a little too intently for someone who doesn't know him that well yet.]
Details. Don't worry, you'll be given as much time as you need, and my employers aren't the type of people to throw away lives trying to get this thing to work. Of course it means you'll need to stick with me for the foreseeable future, but that's the safest place for you to be anyway. If even half of what we've just talked about got out, you'd very quickly find yourself in the crosshairs of some very nasty people.
Stargates are usually on habitable planets. But no, there's no way to tell where in the galaxy a Stargate has been placed. Except for going there.
Interface? What you mean by that?
I'm with the US Airforce. I don't think there's a much safer place for me to be. I'm also not the only one whom knows these things. This isn't the first Stargate found. Of course... it's all highly classified. A manner of planetary safety. [His tone doesn't even shiver. He may not look like much, but he was quite experienced in dealing with extra-terrestrial beings and shadow groups.]
Interface? What you mean by that?
I'm with the US Airforce. I don't think there's a much safer place for me to be. I'm also not the only one whom knows these things. This isn't the first Stargate found. Of course... it's all highly classified. A manner of planetary safety. [His tone doesn't even shiver. He may not look like much, but he was quite experienced in dealing with extra-terrestrial beings and shadow groups.]
Mm. That's inconvenient. Good thing it's not my problem. They'll probably want to send drones through, is there any reason why a drone wouldn't be able to go through?
[He doesn't even give an answer to that, instead just waving the question away with one hand.]
I can't tell you exactly who I'm with, but I can tell you we're on the same side and ultimately working for the same people. [He comes back over to the scientist, though it's not immediately clear if it's meant to be reassuring or to intimidate the other man with his size and presence. He never looks away from him, never breaks eye contact if Quinn should meet his eyes.] Unfortunately the discovery of this Stargate wasn't as carefully handled as the others, so some less than savory types are suspected to now know about it. One of my duties for this assignment is to keep you from falling into their hands.
[He doesn't even give an answer to that, instead just waving the question away with one hand.]
I can't tell you exactly who I'm with, but I can tell you we're on the same side and ultimately working for the same people. [He comes back over to the scientist, though it's not immediately clear if it's meant to be reassuring or to intimidate the other man with his size and presence. He never looks away from him, never breaks eye contact if Quinn should meet his eyes.] Unfortunately the discovery of this Stargate wasn't as carefully handled as the others, so some less than savory types are suspected to now know about it. One of my duties for this assignment is to keep you from falling into their hands.
You can send drones through. Distance doesn't matter as the radio signal travels through the wormhole, and unlike people, can travel both ways. As long as the wormhole doesn't close that is.
[Quin had given far more powerful, evil and dangerous "people" sass. He doesn't shy away from the other, not even an inch. He meets his gaze steadily.]
The Beta gate was uncovered at an archeological dig-site in Egypt, and got stolen by Nazis during the second world war... I can't imagine this gate being handled worse. I do appreciate you looking out for me though.
[Quin had given far more powerful, evil and dangerous "people" sass. He doesn't shy away from the other, not even an inch. He meets his gaze steadily.]
The Beta gate was uncovered at an archeological dig-site in Egypt, and got stolen by Nazis during the second world war... I can't imagine this gate being handled worse. I do appreciate you looking out for me though.
Edited 2022-04-23 18:37 (UTC)
That's intel they'll be pleased to hear. Drones are dirt-cheap these days, and it'll be a lot easier to just send a few through than to risk manpower on the chance that whatever's on the other end isn't hostile.
[They stare each other down for a long moment and it's a nice surprise when the smaller man doesn't look away. Kane doesn't blink, but he does give Quinn the barest trace of his respect, an almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment, before turning his attention back to the Stargate. All right, so maybe this guy's got a little more grit than the average lab geek.]
When you're talking tech this advanced, threat is relative. Sure, a local warlord isn't quite as dangerous as history's favorite goose-stepper, but he could get a lot more dangerous depending on where that wormhole leads. If a hostile world power gets word of this -- and that's not an inconceivable scenario -- we could be looking at a full-scale regional conflict. It could get very messy.
[They stare each other down for a long moment and it's a nice surprise when the smaller man doesn't look away. Kane doesn't blink, but he does give Quinn the barest trace of his respect, an almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment, before turning his attention back to the Stargate. All right, so maybe this guy's got a little more grit than the average lab geek.]
When you're talking tech this advanced, threat is relative. Sure, a local warlord isn't quite as dangerous as history's favorite goose-stepper, but he could get a lot more dangerous depending on where that wormhole leads. If a hostile world power gets word of this -- and that's not an inconceivable scenario -- we could be looking at a full-scale regional conflict. It could get very messy.
Would be a good idea. You don't wanna step into a Goa'uld ambush... or a black hole.
[It was surprising how fighting aliens every other day could strengthen a man. Though he had never been one to back away from a challenge. But his experiences certainly helped.]
Just because the Stargate program isn't public knowledge, that doesn't mean that the world powers aren't informed. [He gives the guy a look. He had no idea how many times Earth has been on the brink of destruction. Nor does he know that there are starships in orbit.] But a regional conflict can't be ruled out, though on a smaller scale.
[It was surprising how fighting aliens every other day could strengthen a man. Though he had never been one to back away from a challenge. But his experiences certainly helped.]
Just because the Stargate program isn't public knowledge, that doesn't mean that the world powers aren't informed. [He gives the guy a look. He had no idea how many times Earth has been on the brink of destruction. Nor does he know that there are starships in orbit.] But a regional conflict can't be ruled out, though on a smaller scale.
[He laughs at that.] Oh, don't you worry about that. Working on contract lets me keep my veto privilege, and I've made it very clear that no force on this planet or any other will get me to go through that portal.
[Having been in armed professions since before he was old enough to get zits, he's acquired some of the career soldier's disdain for anyone not on the front lines. And yeah, maybe this guy's not the usual worm in a lab coat, but it's going to take more than one level look to earn his trust.]
Smaller scale is all I'm here to troubleshoot. Anything past that is over my pay grade. [He meets the other man's gaze blandly, without any trace of apology or regret in his tone. Sure, there's probably more to this assignment than what they told him, there almost always is. But he's got a job to do and that's all that concerns him.] If things do go to shit, my standing orders are to get you clear and blow everything else in this cave off the map. Don't try to fight me if it comes to that.
[Having been in armed professions since before he was old enough to get zits, he's acquired some of the career soldier's disdain for anyone not on the front lines. And yeah, maybe this guy's not the usual worm in a lab coat, but it's going to take more than one level look to earn his trust.]
Smaller scale is all I'm here to troubleshoot. Anything past that is over my pay grade. [He meets the other man's gaze blandly, without any trace of apology or regret in his tone. Sure, there's probably more to this assignment than what they told him, there almost always is. But he's got a job to do and that's all that concerns him.] If things do go to shit, my standing orders are to get you clear and blow everything else in this cave off the map. Don't try to fight me if it comes to that.
Let's hope for no conflict then. [He glances around the place, lips pursued. He was wondering just exactly what they intended to do with the Stargate. Moving it out of a cave wouldn't be easy. Burying it would. But whom was this guy working for? They didn't need another incident with unauthorized off-world business.]
Sure... before you blow anything up, let's make sure we aren't in this cave, kay? [He gave the guy a look.] I don't wanna take a guess on how much force this rock can sustain without the roof caving in.
[He then walked around the Stargate and watched the guy from the other side.] How do you intend to move it then?
Sure... before you blow anything up, let's make sure we aren't in this cave, kay? [He gave the guy a look.] I don't wanna take a guess on how much force this rock can sustain without the roof caving in.
[He then walked around the Stargate and watched the guy from the other side.] How do you intend to move it then?
Don't get your hopes up too high. [Placing his hands on his hips, he jerks his head back the way he came in, towards the cave entrance.] We're almost certainly going to have company of the unfriendly kind joining us here in the next half-hour or so. Nothing I can't handle, but just count yourself lucky I got here before they did.
What, you don't trust me? I'm wounded. [Looking back over his shoulder, he favors the smaller man with a lopsided smirk.] Also lucky for you, the men on their way here aren't packing any firepower heavy enough to risk a cave-in. Strictly small arms stuff. So all you should have to do is find some cover and don't get in my way.
[He remains where he is, standing near the mouth of the tunnel, his casual posture at stark odds with the grim news he just delivered.] Call it in. The agency has other specialists for handling transport. Something this big, they'll probably have to send all of 'em in. Last I checked that's five guys, but that should be enough.
What, you don't trust me? I'm wounded. [Looking back over his shoulder, he favors the smaller man with a lopsided smirk.] Also lucky for you, the men on their way here aren't packing any firepower heavy enough to risk a cave-in. Strictly small arms stuff. So all you should have to do is find some cover and don't get in my way.
[He remains where he is, standing near the mouth of the tunnel, his casual posture at stark odds with the grim news he just delivered.] Call it in. The agency has other specialists for handling transport. Something this big, they'll probably have to send all of 'em in. Last I checked that's five guys, but that should be enough.
Good thing I brought my P90 then. [He cocks his head towards a neat pile of a backpack, P90 and other gear.]
I just met you. [He points out and runs his hand down the ridge of the Stargate.] You're certain that your information is correct? You seem to know a lot about these... "bad men". [He rises his eyebrow slightly. The guy had a lot of information. Yet he had no idea what this was all about.]
Hm... hm... they might need more than five... it weights about 64,000 pounds remember? But I suppose that if it got inside once, there's probably space enough to bring it back out.
I just met you. [He points out and runs his hand down the ridge of the Stargate.] You're certain that your information is correct? You seem to know a lot about these... "bad men". [He rises his eyebrow slightly. The guy had a lot of information. Yet he had no idea what this was all about.]
Hm... hm... they might need more than five... it weights about 64,000 pounds remember? But I suppose that if it got inside once, there's probably space enough to bring it back out.
Edited 2022-04-23 23:23 (UTC)
[Following the scientist's gaze out of the corner of his eyes, he looks away from the tunnel just long enough to give the guy a sigh and a long-suffering eye roll.] This isn't the time to unpack your toys and play hero. These men aren't going to knock politely and sit down to have reasoned discussion. They're a death squad coming to kill anyone in this cave and the local authorities have already agreed to look the other way.
It's my job to know a lot about these bad men. [He straightens up, some irritation finally showing on his face.] Look, I don't have to debate this with you. My orders are to keep you alive, but no one said I can't knock you out and zip-tie you and stuff you someplace out of my hair until the welcome wagon's handled. So make up your mind, Mr. Quinn. Are you going to cooperate with me or do I need to put you in time-out?
Believe me, if we get to the point where hauling that 64,000 pound pain in my ass out of here is our biggest concern, we're basically home free.
It's my job to know a lot about these bad men. [He straightens up, some irritation finally showing on his face.] Look, I don't have to debate this with you. My orders are to keep you alive, but no one said I can't knock you out and zip-tie you and stuff you someplace out of my hair until the welcome wagon's handled. So make up your mind, Mr. Quinn. Are you going to cooperate with me or do I need to put you in time-out?
Believe me, if we get to the point where hauling that 64,000 pound pain in my ass out of here is our biggest concern, we're basically home free.
Toy? I've been told they're weapons of war. But if you insist... I suppose I can look around for cover. Though considering our odds... maybe dialing another gate would be the best way to go. Just saying. [He wasn't sure how much cover there was in here. Sure the gate was elevated on a platform and there was some obelisks and creases in the wall. But nothing that looked super sturdy.]
I would prefer if you didn't knock me out or tied me up. I keep that stuff for the bedroom. [He gives the guy a long look. He wasn't particularly keen on this situation. In fact he'd like some back-up. He wasn't convinced the guy could hold off a death squad either. But he's keeping his mouth shut.
Still, he did walk back to his pile and grabbed his gear. Just in case.]
I'll stay out of your way big guy, but I'm not going unarmed.
I would prefer if you didn't knock me out or tied me up. I keep that stuff for the bedroom. [He gives the guy a long look. He wasn't particularly keen on this situation. In fact he'd like some back-up. He wasn't convinced the guy could hold off a death squad either. But he's keeping his mouth shut.
Still, he did walk back to his pile and grabbed his gear. Just in case.]
I'll stay out of your way big guy, but I'm not going unarmed.
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Any weapon's just a toy to a man who doesn't know how to use it. [The dismissive tone in his voice makes it very clear he considers the other man such until proven otherwise. To the suggestion, Kane gives him a curt shake of the head.] And under no circumstances are you to activate that thing here. I was told the energy signature of the wormhole would be just like ringing the dinner bell for all the wrong guests.
Kinky, huh? Just pretend we're in your bedroom if it comes to that. I'll try not to be too rough unless that's what you're into. [He glances back and meets that searching look with a distinctly crooked grin, as if they were trading banter in a bar and not alone in a cave about to fight for their lives. If he's worried about his odds, he doesn't show it.
One eye follows the scientist's steps as he turns back to the cave mouth, and he considers making good on his threat, but he's got badder fish to fry. Let the guy have his cute little submachine gun if it makes him feel better.]
All right, but you pop off so much as a single shot in my direction and I'll put you on the ground first and worry about everyone else after.
Kinky, huh? Just pretend we're in your bedroom if it comes to that. I'll try not to be too rough unless that's what you're into. [He glances back and meets that searching look with a distinctly crooked grin, as if they were trading banter in a bar and not alone in a cave about to fight for their lives. If he's worried about his odds, he doesn't show it.
One eye follows the scientist's steps as he turns back to the cave mouth, and he considers making good on his threat, but he's got badder fish to fry. Let the guy have his cute little submachine gun if it makes him feel better.]
All right, but you pop off so much as a single shot in my direction and I'll put you on the ground first and worry about everyone else after.
I have used this before. I went through Airforce training.[He's slightly offended by that statement. Experiences has turned him into more than your run-of-the-mill average scientist.] That's fair. But if people is already on their way, it could be worth it. But I'll refer to your judgment here.
[He still thinks the guy is a fool for not accepting his help... But he was used to that, O'Neill coming to mind. For now he'll let the guy play up his tough side.] I do like it a little rough. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Buy me dinner first.
[With a wiggle of his eyebrows, he slides into one of the crevices that looks big enough for him. He brings his sub-machine gun to the ready, but leaves the safety on. For know. If the other guy goes down he'd like to be able to defend himself. His heart was pumping a little harder in anticipation as he watches from his hiding spot.]
[He still thinks the guy is a fool for not accepting his help... But he was used to that, O'Neill coming to mind. For now he'll let the guy play up his tough side.] I do like it a little rough. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Buy me dinner first.
[With a wiggle of his eyebrows, he slides into one of the crevices that looks big enough for him. He brings his sub-machine gun to the ready, but leaves the safety on. For know. If the other guy goes down he'd like to be able to defend himself. His heart was pumping a little harder in anticipation as he watches from his hiding spot.]
There's a big difference between firing weapons on a training range and using them in real live combat. [He couldn't give a crap less if the guy is or isn't offended. Maybe he talked the talk earlier, but until he sees Quinn walk the walk he's going to err on the side of caution.] If surrendering this position was an option, they wouldn't have sent me in.
[He's aware that his declaration probably just sounds like cocksure arrogance, but the scientist will see soon enough why he's so certain of himself.] Tell you what. Show me you really know how to use that gun, and I'll cook you dinner.
[Flashing the guy a teasing wink, he returns his full attention to the cave mouth and waits. Seconds go by, then minutes. He frowns, and in the silence Quinn may hear if he's listening very closely a low mechanical hum, barely audible and then only for a moment. His brows furrow.]
Strange... They should've been here by now...
[A gunshot rings out, the bullet missing his head by millimeters, and then there they are. Three men, then six, then eight, all wearing skintight grey body suits to hide the body heat of their wearers, all of them masked and armed with guns and knives. His counterattack is probably just as unexpected: rather than pulling a gun of his own, his very arms shed their fleshy disguise and are in an instant revealed as gleaming metal bionics, the left one changing shape into a shield to protect his head from fire, the right morphing into some sort of high-intensity plasma launcher that he fires at the closest assassin. The bolt blasts a steaming hole through the man's midsection, and before the man even hits the dirt another one's down courtesy of a hard bash from his shield.
Two down, six to go. And the good news is, they're all focused on him. The bad news is that they're all focused on him.]
[He's aware that his declaration probably just sounds like cocksure arrogance, but the scientist will see soon enough why he's so certain of himself.] Tell you what. Show me you really know how to use that gun, and I'll cook you dinner.
[Flashing the guy a teasing wink, he returns his full attention to the cave mouth and waits. Seconds go by, then minutes. He frowns, and in the silence Quinn may hear if he's listening very closely a low mechanical hum, barely audible and then only for a moment. His brows furrow.]
Strange... They should've been here by now...
[A gunshot rings out, the bullet missing his head by millimeters, and then there they are. Three men, then six, then eight, all wearing skintight grey body suits to hide the body heat of their wearers, all of them masked and armed with guns and knives. His counterattack is probably just as unexpected: rather than pulling a gun of his own, his very arms shed their fleshy disguise and are in an instant revealed as gleaming metal bionics, the left one changing shape into a shield to protect his head from fire, the right morphing into some sort of high-intensity plasma launcher that he fires at the closest assassin. The bolt blasts a steaming hole through the man's midsection, and before the man even hits the dirt another one's down courtesy of a hard bash from his shield.
Two down, six to go. And the good news is, they're all focused on him. The bad news is that they're all focused on him.]
I have been in combat on many occasions. [He replies dryly. The guy clearly didn't trust him. It wouldn't matter what he said or did. He noted the challenge yet it left him confused. First the guy told him to stay put, now he wanted him to prove something. Either way, he kept the rifle ready. Just in case.]
[What happened next however, really surprised him. He hadn't quite seem something like that before. But it did remind him of the Kull. Thankfully, this soldier seemed to be a lot more independent than them. He watched with caution as the guy took them on. He was surely out maned. Even with those flashy biotics. Without a second thought, Jonas then steadied his weapon and took aim toward those that was pouring out of the mouth of the cave. He took extra care to not hit the other guy as he fired, a smattering of bullets ensuring.
He had never been one to follow orders anyway.]
[What happened next however, really surprised him. He hadn't quite seem something like that before. But it did remind him of the Kull. Thankfully, this soldier seemed to be a lot more independent than them. He watched with caution as the guy took them on. He was surely out maned. Even with those flashy biotics. Without a second thought, Jonas then steadied his weapon and took aim toward those that was pouring out of the mouth of the cave. He took extra care to not hit the other guy as he fired, a smattering of bullets ensuring.
He had never been one to follow orders anyway.]
[He probably shouldn't have made that challenge to the guy, daring him to show him something. It'd just been a smart remark, him shooting his mouth off, but a man who studies alien tech for a living is probably going to take such a statement literally. Nothing to be done about it now, though, he just has to do his job and hope the other man doesn't do anything stupid.]
[He's in the groove now, moving faster than his unenhanced opponents can react to, even with the advantage of their guns. One of them gets off a lucky shot and catches him in the back. There's a grunt from him, and a splatter of blood, but he doesn't go down the way a normal man would have and he isn't crippled at all. The offending assassin sees him coming and tries to raise his rifle to bash him with, but he closes the distance between them too quickly and hits the guy with an uppercut that sends him several feet up into the air. The enemy lands on his chest and doesn't get back up.]
[There's sudden movement at his 6 and he spins around, but the next wave that was coming in looking to catch him off guard is cut off by a burst of suppressing fire from Mr. Quinn. His head whips around in the scientist's direction, his face for a moment the picture-perfect definition of astonishment, but then his martial discipline kicks back in. Giving the guy a quick curt nod of thanks, he heads back into the fight, charging at the pinned-down thus like a freight train and bearing down on all three at once.]
[Unfortunately, Quinn's heroics gave away his position and the last two assassins are now converging on him, spreading out on either side so he can't shoot at them both at once and moving to surround him. One of them pulls a very nasty-looking knife.]
[He's in the groove now, moving faster than his unenhanced opponents can react to, even with the advantage of their guns. One of them gets off a lucky shot and catches him in the back. There's a grunt from him, and a splatter of blood, but he doesn't go down the way a normal man would have and he isn't crippled at all. The offending assassin sees him coming and tries to raise his rifle to bash him with, but he closes the distance between them too quickly and hits the guy with an uppercut that sends him several feet up into the air. The enemy lands on his chest and doesn't get back up.]
[There's sudden movement at his 6 and he spins around, but the next wave that was coming in looking to catch him off guard is cut off by a burst of suppressing fire from Mr. Quinn. His head whips around in the scientist's direction, his face for a moment the picture-perfect definition of astonishment, but then his martial discipline kicks back in. Giving the guy a quick curt nod of thanks, he heads back into the fight, charging at the pinned-down thus like a freight train and bearing down on all three at once.]
[Unfortunately, Quinn's heroics gave away his position and the last two assassins are now converging on him, spreading out on either side so he can't shoot at them both at once and moving to surround him. One of them pulls a very nasty-looking knife.]
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