The sight of what was happening up in the sky above chilled Jamie to the bone - even if he may not ever be entirely sure what it was that was done to make the other ships do that, he knew on some deep instinctual level that it meant they had very little time left. So he ran, ran as his life depended on it...because, quite honestly, it did.
It was only when the Doctor stopped to yell something at him that he came to a stop as well, bending over for a moment and desperately trying to get a breath. He was bone-tired, nearly completely spent, and the platform still seemed to be so far away. But the Doctor grabbed his vest, and pulled him closer, and yelled again.
I'll get the door open, make sure I'm not interrupted!
The clouds opened up, and a sudden burst of freezing rain poured from them, whipped up by the wind and making it feel as though tiny needles where being shot at his skin. For the briefest of moments he was back at Culloden, gathering with the clans to march against the English in weather that had been much the same. He had been prepared to fight then, and he was prepared to fight now if he had to. The Doctor needed him to be there for him, to watch his back. And Jamie, like he always did, would do just that.
He nodded, saving his voice for what he would need to do in a few moments. The zat gun he had taken from the Jaffa Eva had killed was still in his possession, and he tossed it to her. He wouldn't need it. Instead, he reached for his wrist, where the morphers were once more. He hadn't tried to used them yet but if he was going to fight off any potential Jaffa who might try and stop them from gaining access to the ship, he needed the boost they would provide. Taking the deepest breath he could, he turned his wrist and slammed the device home, hoping that there hadn't been enough damage done to them by Sobek that they wouldn't work.
"RED DRAGON!"
The words were nearly torn from his throat by another gust of wind, but it was enough. For a moment his form shimmered, replaced by a burst of red light. It faded, leaving behind a helmeted figure in red and white armor - but a very familiar voice came through the helmet, directed at the others.
"Aye, let's go!"
(OOC: Just as a note, going to use wontforgetyou for Jamie's replies while morphed. Yay spandex!)
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It was only when the Doctor stopped to yell something at him that he came to a stop as well, bending over for a moment and desperately trying to get a breath. He was bone-tired, nearly completely spent, and the platform still seemed to be so far away. But the Doctor grabbed his vest, and pulled him closer, and yelled again.
I'll get the door open, make sure I'm not interrupted!
The clouds opened up, and a sudden burst of freezing rain poured from them, whipped up by the wind and making it feel as though tiny needles where being shot at his skin. For the briefest of moments he was back at Culloden, gathering with the clans to march against the English in weather that had been much the same. He had been prepared to fight then, and he was prepared to fight now if he had to. The Doctor needed him to be there for him, to watch his back. And Jamie, like he always did, would do just that.
He nodded, saving his voice for what he would need to do in a few moments. The zat gun he had taken from the Jaffa Eva had killed was still in his possession, and he tossed it to her. He wouldn't need it. Instead, he reached for his wrist, where the morphers were once more. He hadn't tried to used them yet but if he was going to fight off any potential Jaffa who might try and stop them from gaining access to the ship, he needed the boost they would provide. Taking the deepest breath he could, he turned his wrist and slammed the device home, hoping that there hadn't been enough damage done to them by Sobek that they wouldn't work.
"RED DRAGON!"
The words were nearly torn from his throat by another gust of wind, but it was enough. For a moment his form shimmered, replaced by a burst of red light. It faded, leaving behind a helmeted figure in red and white armor - but a very familiar voice came through the helmet, directed at the others.
"Aye, let's go!"
(OOC: Just as a note, going to use