004 [holo] Goa'uld Trapping 101 [Location: Speares (North) - Vacant Building]

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If he was previously bothered by the nature of Taxon(or Tax-son as he calls it.), it seems to be the furthest from his mind. Threat assessment comes first, it makes for nice black and white priorities he can wrap his mind around. He's scouted out a nice empty building; the inside of it looks much like a indoor car park, just without the cars. It has several large concrete pillars that would be perfect cover.
The area is open enough, for getting clear shots from cover. In the back of his mind he hopes it won't come to that. But if he does, Daniel had already gotten his hands on a couple of zat guns. Then on O'Neill's most recent trip to the replicator hatches, he procured a few very important items. First he got himself a whole mess of in'tar rounds(non-lethal) for his P-90 and nine-mil. He still has his lethal rounds at easy access but... you know, he kinda likes Vala. And he is always promising to try it 'Daniel's way' first. Finally, the most important thing is a forcefield trap.
He set the device up where it would be obscured until activated. Also placing it a nice central location a cocky Goa'uld bent on destoying imprudent little humans would likely stand. The remote for the shield device he's already handed over to Daniel. Whom is of course working with him for this. He gives Daniel a short nod once everything is in place.
Jack himself has outfitted himself in his somewhat typical combat gear, opting for black over his usual greens. He easily falls back into his old blacks ops training.

Of course, all of that was not transmitted. The next part is: he turns on his the holo function for his tablet, first addressing everyone but Vala/Qetesh in a locked transmission, "All right, kids. Colonel Jack O'Neill here." He's crouched down in his black uniform with his hand on his weapon. "Ya got my location there on your map. I'm going to say this once: Stay. the. Hell. Away." He shifts on one knee, "If you choose to ignore that advice. You're our back-up."

"Me and Daniel have years of experience with the Goa'uld. We have a way to neutralize her." Jack gestures with a hand, "if you got in your mind to help, do not. I repeat, do not engage Qetesh without my or his go ahead." He raises a finger and says sternly, "If so much as one of you can't follow that simple order, I don't care if you're not in the military, I will shoot you myself. If you think you can do better, wait until we're done."

"And Daniel would like me to remind you folks, we want her alive. So play nice."

He purposely left out too many details in the semi-public transmission, in the event that Vala/Qetesh managed to hack her way through a locked transmission. He mentioned nothing about the forcefield trap.

THAT little speech out of the way, a speech he hopes doesn't live to regret it. Actually he hopes he doesn't die and regret it. He let out a sigh then messed with his tablet for feed Vala/Qetesh a direct message, "Ketish, babe!"

He beamed his most sarcastic smile, "It's been ages! How ya doing? Must be tough having no Jaffa around to do your bidding. Guess that means you gotta come crush us yourself. Or you know..." he shrugs mockingly, "...just sit there on your thrown tossing empty threats. Not that I mind... with you staying where you are it's like you're not even here. Kinda nice there I bet. What with all your servants--" He grins then snaps his fingers, "Oh, wait! You don't have any servants either."

Yes, it was entirely nesscery to mock her.

(ooc: Of course, you guys can completely ignore O'Neill's advice and run in guns blazin'. He just won't be happy with you~)

002 : [visual] : just like old times : [locked to Aziraphale]

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They were stuck.

They'd survived the bloody Apocalypse, and now they were stuck.

After two weeks of staring at the Sanctuary walls, punctuated with the increasingly infrequent escape attempt, Crowley was going out of his mind with boredom. Watching the new arrivals didn't help; he didn't know any of them (not that he'd have been particularly pleased to see anyone he knew, given that the only one he actually liked was already here). Never mind that the Sanctuary itself was...well. It wasn't his style. After two weeks, no matter the fact that he didn't intend on staying in this place any longer than necessary, it was time to find somewhere else to live.

The demon had been wandering the city at a leisurely pace for almost an hour when a particular building caught his eye. The building didn't match with its surroundings, but that wasn't much of a surprise when you'd seen the rest of the city. No, it was something else...

It almost seemed...familiar?

'Shocked' would be a pretty accurate description of the face that appears on the camera. Crowley holds his tablet at arm's length and frowns at it.

"Angel? You there? I think...you really ought to come see this."

[Location: A replicator hatch in the Shelley district]

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Spencer is testing the replicator hatches. By the growing pile of objects next to him, it appears he's been doing this for a while. He's not replicating things for any personal use, he's just trying to figure out what he can't replicate. While doing this he's a bit oblivious to everything around him. He picks up a very specific book that his mother gave to him and signed from his child hood and places it carefully in a smaller pile on the opposite side of him. A Beretta hand gun comes out next and it's placed in the same pile. A silver teapot follows and it goes in the discard pile.

He's not looking for company but he won't turn it down either.

01; [holo] lost in space

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In an ironic twist, Kaylee's grand broadcasted arrival into Taxon mirrors her grand first appearance on Serenity - flat on her back. Thankfully she has clothes on, though they are full of grime and grease and her arm position clearly indicates that she was working on something. For a couple minutes she just remains there at the top of the platform.

Why isn't she looking up at Serenity's innards anymore? How'd she get snatched up without feeling a thing? WHERE'S SERENITY?!

Finally she bolts upright, nearly going down the few platform stairs. The view from this position is no better, though now she can see the small tablet innocently waiting for her on its perch.

"Cap’n?" Nothing. "Wash?" Nope. "River?" Silence. Her voice starts to get louder and more panicked with each remaining name. "Simon?! Sheppard?!?"

"... Jayne?"

Ai ya.

"What’s goin’ on?!" She eyeballs the tablet again before deciding to just snatch it up. Maybe it’s linked to the Cortex. "'s anyone out there?" Wait ... this could be linked to the Alliance lines.

"We weren’t doin' a thing! Ya better let me outta here Or I'll do ... somethin' real bad to ya!" There. That just had to sound convincing. Hopefully. She looks around again, sees the single door in the room and makes a break for it.

01; [holo] randomly teleported somewhere? oh how original

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"Once we get there we’ll need to-" Rose blinked in confusion, the rest of her sentence already forgotten. This was definitely not the black Jeep she had been in moments ago.

Stay calm. There had to be an explanation for this. No one was randomly teleported to ultra minimalist rooms without at least a somewhat weak reason.

"Hullo? Mickey? Jake?" Sigh.

"I think there’s been some sort of mistake." A slight frown tugged at the corners of her mouth as silence answered her back. At the edge of her eyesight was a soft glow. She turned to it and saw the tablet on its pedestal. The words 'Welcome to Taxon' flashed below what looked like a program mode label. 'Holo'. Huh. She picked up the tablet.

"Thanks for the welcome, er ... Taxons? Taxoners? I know you brought me here and all - I haven’t got a transporter on me - but even though you did that I do still come in peace." She grinned. Still the silence was the only reply.

"Usually that gets some sort of reaction," she muttered. Her thumb accidentally brushed the tablet screen and a map popped up, completely with blinking red dot and some directions underneath.

"Oh what’s this? Do I have to walk to the official welcome chamber? Go on my own self-guided tour?" She headed toward the door and opened it with one hand, still studying the little map. Her jacket sleeve slid up slightly, revealing her bracelet but she didn’t notice it. Poking her head out of the room and looking both ways was a bit more interesting.

"'Turn left.'" She read. Hmmm. Was there really any reason to? The map clearly showed that many different routes would get her to the same red dot. The only difference was that whoever pulled her here would have control over what she saw ... if she went left that is. The Taxoners ... Taxons ... whatever, really should've sent someone to meet her.

Grinning, she turned right.