He couldn't figure out of the headache was from the flash of light, the voice in his head, or the apparent surprise stasis he'd been subjected to. He just knew that it was there, and so was he. When he had been in the middle of Cheyenne Mountain a moment ago, just about as deep as it went. The list of people who would want to grab him or the rest of SG-1 from the Mountain these days had gotten pretty short...and the list of those who could was nonexistent.
That was...nonexistent before he woke up in a ship worth years of nightmares, without the slightest clue how he ended up there--or how long it'd been since his last memories transpired.
This was generally what he considered a bad situation, even without the alien gook, and the lack of proper clothing. The surprise tentacle dressing aids? Those really did not help the situation at all. All-in-all, this was clearly not the greatest day he was ever going to have in life.
So far, however, for all of the unannounced kidnapping the ship dabbled in, it didn't seem outright hostile, and it at least provided his tags and Beretta. Although...what he was going to do for spare ammo, he hadn't a clue just yet.
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That was...nonexistent before he woke up in a ship worth years of nightmares, without the slightest clue how he ended up there--or how long it'd been since his last memories transpired.
This was generally what he considered a bad situation, even without the alien gook, and the lack of proper clothing. The surprise tentacle dressing aids? Those really did not help the situation at all. All-in-all, this was clearly not the greatest day he was ever going to have in life.
So far, however, for all of the unannounced kidnapping the ship dabbled in, it didn't seem outright hostile, and it at least provided his tags and Beretta. Although...what he was going to do for spare ammo, he hadn't a clue just yet.
One creepy, pulsing step at a time.