http://islegendary.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] islegendary.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2009-06-09 07:41 pm

007 [HOLO/Location: Random Street] Well, he did it again.

Something trigged the holo function on Jack's tablet. Which is a good thing... Otherwise it would take a little too long for people to discover him.

Jack's body is currently laid out in an unconscious heap near a wall of a building. No signs of struggle, he's even still armed. The only sign something happened to him at all is this strange shaped object on the wall next to him. Of course, that only means something to those who have seen one before.

After about ten minutes from when HOLO was activated, he began to stir, "Guuunnnnhhh....."

[OOC: Glitch start!]

[identity profile] buck-the-system.livejournal.com 2009-06-10 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, good enough for me, that's really all I know about you," replies Kara, shifting the Colonel so his back's up against the wall if he'll allow it. Then, she takes the flashlight, flashes it in both his eyes briefly, checking for a concussion of any kind. "It's a good thing your tablet decided to turn on when it did, otherwise you'd have been here for a pretty damn long time, sir."

She turns the flashlight off and stuffs it back into her flight suit's pockets.

"Oh, and as for what's going on here, well, I happened to look up and saw you sprawled in this here random street. Was actually wondering if you had any idea what happened to you. Doesn't look like it though."

[identity profile] buck-the-system.livejournal.com 2009-06-10 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Kara manages a crooked, but somewhat apologetic smile. "Sorry about that."

She follows Jack's gaze, stands up, and reaches for the object on the wall. "What is this thing?"

[identity profile] buck-the-system.livejournal.com 2009-06-11 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Que a really confused look from your friendly neighborhood Kara Thrace. Seriously, Jack, headsucker? Great. Alien technology that looks entirely too much like Cylon technology. Just to be safe, she backs away a step, eying the colonel nervously. "Your... fron. Your frontal lobe? Your head, right?"

"Sir, are you sure you're alright?"