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taxonomites2009-06-03 09:52 pm
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[Holo / Visual] Not in Kansas anymore...
"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!"
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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Deciding to be bold, he ventures, carefully. "Look, I'm really no threat to you, I'm unarmed-- check if you want."
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Kara backs off from Xander - and if he's listening he'll hear the sound of guns being dropped back into their holsters.
"So we're stuck here, right?"