Eva grabs the zat gun from where Jamie threw it, circling back around to protect the rear. Getting the others back is, at this point, her primary concern, although somewhere in the maelstrom of her thoughts it occurs to her that dammit, she does have a son to go home to. And then Jamie up and turns into a red-clad warrior. Alright then. Eva won't complain about the extra firepower.
"Get down!" She all but tugs Vala and Daniel to the ground, regretting that she has to with the state they're currently in, but the alternative is letting them get fried. In a perfect world they'd already both be on stretchers, and Daniel would be sitting up already enough to complain about how they aren't taking enough pictures of the architecture. Or whatever.
Eva lands on her knees and palms, then scrabbles to get the zat gun back. It isn't as familiar to her as a knife, but it will do. She jumps back to her feet and fires, spitting ridiculous taunts in her mother tongue that only add to the chaos and noise. "Don't you pigs have anything better to do than shoot at us? Like running? ¡Tu madre se rinde!"
There is possibly a part of her that's enjoying this. There's something momentous about the occasion - an entire planet tends to produce that result when it collapses on itself from within. There's an adrenalin rush pounding in her ears that helps to block out all the worthless white noise that tells her to stop pretending she has worth and drop dead, and there's a goal to be achieved that she can contribute to.
And then there's the part of her that can't help but watch the innocents die here. She knows, deep down and truly, that this has to happen. She knows that letting Sobek's armies be unleashed the galaxy is the much greater evil. She thinks of all the horrible things that happened to her, and to every person who's ever been victimized like this. Death is better. Forsaking one chunk of the galaxy in a wide multiverse is better.
She helps Daniel to lift Vala back up and covers their backs.
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"Get down!" She all but tugs Vala and Daniel to the ground, regretting that she has to with the state they're currently in, but the alternative is letting them get fried. In a perfect world they'd already both be on stretchers, and Daniel would be sitting up already enough to complain about how they aren't taking enough pictures of the architecture. Or whatever.
Eva lands on her knees and palms, then scrabbles to get the zat gun back. It isn't as familiar to her as a knife, but it will do. She jumps back to her feet and fires, spitting ridiculous taunts in her mother tongue that only add to the chaos and noise. "Don't you pigs have anything better to do than shoot at us? Like running? ¡Tu madre se rinde!"
There is possibly a part of her that's enjoying this. There's something momentous about the occasion - an entire planet tends to produce that result when it collapses on itself from within. There's an adrenalin rush pounding in her ears that helps to block out all the worthless white noise that tells her to stop pretending she has worth and drop dead, and there's a goal to be achieved that she can contribute to.
And then there's the part of her that can't help but watch the innocents die here. She knows, deep down and truly, that this has to happen. She knows that letting Sobek's armies be unleashed the galaxy is the much greater evil. She thinks of all the horrible things that happened to her, and to every person who's ever been victimized like this. Death is better. Forsaking one chunk of the galaxy in a wide multiverse is better.
She helps Daniel to lift Vala back up and covers their backs.