Lirath - Ship Survival

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 As the battle raged outside, those remaining aboard Stacy had their hands full preparing for the incoming flood of refugees.

Positioned near the Bleed-Gate orbiting Lirath, Stacy stood ready to receive the refugees. Ship after ship ascended as quickly as they could, some of them making a break for the Bleed-Gate itself while the smaller ships were forced to dock at Stacy, unloading their cargo of refugees before setting off again for the planet's surface again to take on more passengers.

Several small units of GIA soldiers were also sent up to help the Transmigration crew take in the massive amount of refugees, many of whom were tired, wounded, and scared. It wouldn't take long for the ship to begin filling with people.

With the battle raging outside, and the Ohm clambering outside, trying to get in, it would be a tall order to keep all of the refugees safe and calm, but the crew didn't have much choice.

[ooc: Open!]

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[hi_there_aliens]

Daniel didn't let her go. He only took the shove, rocking in place with it before tightening his hold on her. He'd never have used his height and weight against someone on his own side, but he didn't let her panic or obvious fear shake his grip. He couldn't let her go without making sure she was unarmed, and even then, he wasn't so sure.

He tried very hard to ignore the blood she'd wiped on his uniform, or the fact it soaking in and starting to touch his skin. He tried even harder not to think of where it came from, which was next to impossible, considering the man with the torn face was right behind his ankle.

"How the hell should I know?!" Daniel's voice sounded a little wild. She'd practically tore this guy's face off and she was asking if they recorded the questioning? It wasn't like he'd planned for any of this to happen. He hadn't even thought to come prepared for an interrogation, you know with things like cameras, an actual interrogation room. He'd have thought things human rights were at least a no-brainer!

Daniel was practically shaking with the effort it took to keep a lid on his fury. "Give me your gun. Now."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

He has a point. She drops her gaze again, realizing that she hadn't picked up on most of what had been said over the comms. She was too busy getting her kicks on feeling another human's body break under her fingers.

She wonders if there will be dried blood under her fingernails for a long time. Probably. Maybe she'll pick it out with a nail file, or maybe if she washes her hands soon enough it won't be a problem.

She finds it absurd that that's dominating her thoughts right now.

She pulls her gun out, pops open the chamber, removes the sole remaining bullet, and holds them both out to Daniel. She's more scared of him right now than she was during all the chaos that preceded now. He has her trapped, powerless. He saw her in a moment of passionate evil, and he can judge her now. Worse, he could judge her and then tell Marco.

Oh God, what is she going to tell her son?

That thought manages to obliterate any concerns about the blood from her mind.

[hi_there_aliens]

He could tell that he was the one terrifying her, and for one second, Daniel felt sick. He didn't like causing fear in people. It wasn't how he did things. Daniel nearly stepped back in response but caught himself in time. He had to make sure she was unarmed. In her state of mind, she was a risk to everyone. Daniel waited for her to finish. Taking the gun and bullet from her, the archaeologist deposited the bullet in one of his pockets and then slipped the gun into his own holster. He'd put it somewhere else once she was out of the room. Once he had her disarmed, Daniel stepped back and let her have her space.

"Go get a scientist down here to check this thing out," he indicated the device the man- the dead man left. The one that he hoped wasn't connected to whether the cultist was alive or not, or set on some timer. What he knew about explosives couldn't fill up a page. Jack was going to kill him if he ever found out he was going to babysit the thing. It was risky as hell but he couldn't leave it unattended. Others might stumble on it or worse if they found it sitting out on its own.

Daniel couldn't bring himself look at the body again just yet. "And bring a medic to take care of him."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

As soon as Daniel steps away, she brushes past him, into the center of the room with a little more empty space. And a body at her feet, of course. Can't forget that, if only because if she does she'll trip on it.

"I'll find a scientist, but our medics have to tend to the living before they waste their time on the dead," she says, affect flat and detached. "We'll need a scientist to deal with this one. Someone who can find out what the killswitch was in his body and why he didn't feel pain."

Because God, shoving your hands up someone's face should cause them pain. She's still angry it didn't. But they can still get intel from the body.

She's going to have to report herself, she realizes. Either she will or Daniel will or whomever she finds to examine the body will. She feels a lump in her throat at the thought. She'll be caged, trapped, fettered in a jail cell. A prisoner again. How can they do that to her? How can she do that to herself? But at least if she turns herself in she can do it on her own terms, rather than hunted like an outlaw.

Before Daniel has a chance to protest she rushes out of the room.