[Holo / Visual] Not in Kansas anymore...

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

"Oh, frak me..."

Kara Thrace is used to waking up disoriented in strange places. She's used to waking up with a headache, that's nothing new either, but the immediate jolt of being transported from one place to another without any hint of warning? Yeah, that's new. That's new and entirely unwelcome - it's also made her sort of sick to her stomach, in the same way bad liquor turns her innards inside out. Biting her lip fiercely to fight the force of bile working up into her throat, Kara swallows tightly. Once the wave of nausea is gone, it takes her about half a second to register two things. She's not anywhere she recognizes, and that there's a silver bracelet embedded in her wrist. Neither are good.

One hand darts down to where one of her pistols sits in its holster. She draws it slowly. Moving with quick, quiet steps, Kara moves out of the arrival room and into the main enclave, pistol held tightly with both hands, barrel pointed towards the floor as she moves.

Eyes wide, she stops at the edge of a wall and crouches, listening for voices, footsteps... for anything, actually. The distant sounds of others drift down the hallway, and Kara immediately darts down, forcing her breathing to be even and quiet. She thumbs the safety on the side of her pistol and then chambers a round with the electronic components in her pistol warming up almost soundlessly. Clenching the pistol grip tightly with both hands, Kara eases around her cover to get a quick look.

"Alright!" she shouts, after sitting there for a bit of time. Shooting at things is better than boredom. "Someone better explain to me really damn quickly where the frak I am!"

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[voice/ sorry I couldn't resist the line orz]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

You're not in Kansas anymore, sweetheart, that's for sure. [Dean drawls over his tablet. He's safely hidden away for the time being, far away where presumably, she won't be able to shoot him.]

Re: [voice/ sorry I couldn't resist the line orz]

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Kara isn't anywhere near the tablet, but she hears it activate, and stays right the hell where she is, drawing her other sidearm.

"Where are you?" she demands.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Far away from those guns. [Dean responds, sounding like he's amused.] Listen, I'm not gonna hurt you. People here are real friendly.

Name's Dean. Who are you?

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

"Lieutenant Kara Thrace," she replies, looking to the ceiling and clutching her firearms tightly. "Friends call me Starbuck. And I don't believe you for a damn second, Dean, if that's your name. Where is this place, it is a cylon base?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

You always so quick to judge, Starbuck? [Dean asks.] Good, means you'll live longer.

Gonna have to say no, though, on that cyclone thing. Or whatever. What was it?

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

"I said friends call me Starbuck. You can call me God, or Lieutenant Thrace. And they're called Cylons."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

We aren't friends? That's a heart-breaker. And I don't believe in God, and I don't believe in trusting strangers, either. Y'know, with the candy and the vans and things.

You gonna explain what Cylons are, or am I gonna have to fill in the blanks?

[location: Sanctuary]

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

Xander is walking unsuspectingly along what he had believed to be a relatively normal, safe, unremarkable hallway in the Sactuary. Of course when what he can only really describe as a 'crazy angry shouty lady with a gun' starts yelling at him from around the nearest corner, he's understandably perturbed.

"Gah!" He exclaims, almost jumping out of his skin, and lifting his arms defensively. "Woah, okay there, let's just hold on for a..." Pause of slight confusion. "'Frak'?"

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

Kara whirls out from behind her cover, or, well, towards the young man who has unfortunately wandered over to her. She trains the barrel of her gun towards the young man, and bellows, "Kiss the ground! Do it! Do it now!"

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

"Okay, okay." Suitably galvanized into action by Kara's rather forceful yelling, he obediently (and rapidly) goes down on his knees, before laying his hands flat on the floor. Lifting his head slightly, he asks.

"Do I-- I don't actually have to kiss the ground, do I?"

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

"Kiss the goddamn motherfrakking ground!" Kara approaches Xander, pistol still pointed squarely at his head. "Alright, I got a rash and a crap from the last son of a bitch I talked to on this tablet thing something about people being friendly and whatever, well, you know what I think? I think this is some kind of weird frakking Cylon base. So guess what. You get to tell me where I am and how I can leave. Got it? Be honest and I won't shoot you. If you tell me what I want to hear, you'll live."

Kara's boots thud next to Xander's head. "So. Name. Where are you from?"

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

Right now Xander's far too confused by Kara's interesting take on the English language (specifically: 'rash' and 'crap') to even attempt arguing, so he obediently lowers himself further, though he doesn't literally kiss the ground. For the sake of dignity.

"Xander Harris-- Sunnydale, California. You're in a city called Taxon, nobody knows how to leave and I have less than no idea what a Cyclon base is." He answers, very quickly.

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

Kara's take on the English language is probably hundreds of years in the future - and still pretty much as obscene as the average military lady's tongue. She chambers a round, and the electronic noise of her gun charging itself.

"Xander Harris, alright. Good boy. Keep your eyes on the ground, for me, will you? Can you tell me what planet I'm on and what today is?"

[voice]

[gating-across.livejournal.com]

City of Taxon, ma'am.

[voice]

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

Kara has since picked up her tablet, at this point, and stares down at it. "Is this a networked computer system?" she asks.

[voice]

[gating-across.livejournal.com]

"The tablet? It's more like a cellphone, uh, communicator. Though there are a bunch of computers through out the city I'm told. Like that one on your wrist." Sheppard pointed out.

Re: [voice]

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

"So they're networked. Great. Just what we need." Kara looks down in revulsion at the bracelet pointed out on her wrist. "Yeah, noticed that. How do you get it off?"

[voice]

[gating-across.livejournal.com]

"Well if there is one, I haven't found one yet." He paused. "I'm not sure there is a way to get it off. It looks fused to the skin."

Re: [voice]

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

"Great," and there is no enthusiasm in Kara's voice whatsoever. She narrows her eyes, looking down at the silver thing implanted in her wrist. "So tell me, you part of the Coloniel fleet?"

[Visual]

[islegendary.livejournal.com]

"Easy there..." he holds up his hands in his visual, "Take it easy for a sec."

He waits to see if she calms down a little before continuing, "I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill. This place is called Tax-son. Still don't know who brought us here. Bit of a pain in the ass but we're working on it."

Re: [Visual]

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

Kara turns her tablet - recently grabbed from the inside of the welcome room, and stares down at it, eyes wild and bright. She's still not entirely convinced that every single one of these people speaking to her isn't some kind of Cylon. "Lieutenant Thrace," she replies automatically, still staring down at the face of the man in the PDA.

Re: [Visual]

[islegendary.livejournal.com]

Jack would be offended, if he knew what a Cylon was. "Well, Lieutenant... I don't know how much I can tell you about the place. Really isn't my area... I'm more of a point and shoot kind of guy."

"Anyway, that thing ya got in your hand will flash up a map to the door out of there if you just think about it."

Re: [Visual]

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

Good thing he doesn't.

"... If I just think about it? What the hell is this, some kind of mind-control? Sir, I would strongly advise that we find some way to remove these devices before our captors can get anything out of us. This has got to be a gigantic compromise of security, and there's no goddamn way I'm going to let them know where my ship is."

She looks up at him through the tablet,

"Sir, if I can ask, are you part of the Colonial fleet? I don't recognize your uniform."

If... in fact, Jack is wearing any sort of uniform.

Re: [Visual]

[islegendary.livejournal.com]

Oooh, this'll be fun. Jack clears his throat, "U.S. Air Force, part of a team called SG-1. We do that... save the world thing." He does have a sorta uniform on, but it's the same stuff he would wear on base.

[buck-the-system.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's a *really* confused look from Kara Thrace, sir. "Save the world thing?" Completely puzzled. "What worlds, sir? There aren't any worlds, the Cylons have eradicated most of the human race."

Kara is also wearing a uniform, though it looks largely like a flight suit, rather than Jack's affair of green.