Somewhere in the turbulence of the world detonating around him, the unmistakeable liquid compression as the stargate roughly disgorges a second figure rings out clearly between blasts. Immediately afterward, the gate shuts in its whooshing, dissipating pop of destabilized energy. Closed.
Daniel swivels to face the gate, brows drawn down in hard confusion. This man, this person, just showed up out of nowhere. Clearly not an offworlder, not from this planet anyway, very obviously a civilian - an unarmed, unprepared, completely defenseless civilian. What is he doing here?
Daniel ducks back reflexively as another rumbling salvo of projectiles shakes the bunker - bunker? - they're apparently in. He's rapidly gathering that these projectiles are missile-like in nature, and therefore will have a wider blast radius as opposed to an energy-based arsenal. Meaning increase of shrapnel. Meaning increase of general environmental danger. Meaning dialing Earth is not an option until he can draw that fire away.
He stacks together his priorities in an untidy bundle and grabs a quick breath.
First things first. Get himself and the unknown civilian out of the line of fire, and then they can work on dissecting circumstances.
Daniel surges forward, wraps fingers around the guy's arm, and hauls him upright.
"We gotta move!" He has no idea if the words make it past the next thundering growl of weapons fire. The ceiling of the bunker spits thick trails of dust at them in groaning warning. The structural integrity will soon be compromised.
There are no other targets in the bunker. Daniel is the target. Daniel and - possibly this other man, whoever he is. He looks Tau'ri, certainly, right down to the modern dress but this is not necessarily an indication of planetary origin.
"Move, move, come on!" He tugs at the other man, desperation making his grip and unidirectional drive far fiercer than it should be considering the civilian's obvious unpreparedness, but they're left with so few options here. It's move and find cover or die, and Daniel's in no rush to go through that again.
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Daniel swivels to face the gate, brows drawn down in hard confusion. This man, this person, just showed up out of nowhere. Clearly not an offworlder, not from this planet anyway, very obviously a civilian - an unarmed, unprepared, completely defenseless civilian. What is he doing here?
Daniel ducks back reflexively as another rumbling salvo of projectiles shakes the bunker - bunker? - they're apparently in. He's rapidly gathering that these projectiles are missile-like in nature, and therefore will have a wider blast radius as opposed to an energy-based arsenal. Meaning increase of shrapnel. Meaning increase of general environmental danger. Meaning dialing Earth is not an option until he can draw that fire away.
He stacks together his priorities in an untidy bundle and grabs a quick breath.
First things first. Get himself and the unknown civilian out of the line of fire, and then they can work on dissecting circumstances.
Daniel surges forward, wraps fingers around the guy's arm, and hauls him upright.
"We gotta move!" He has no idea if the words make it past the next thundering growl of weapons fire. The ceiling of the bunker spits thick trails of dust at them in groaning warning. The structural integrity will soon be compromised.
There are no other targets in the bunker. Daniel is the target. Daniel and - possibly this other man, whoever he is. He looks Tau'ri, certainly, right down to the modern dress but this is not necessarily an indication of planetary origin.
"Move, move, come on!" He tugs at the other man, desperation making his grip and unidirectional drive far fiercer than it should be considering the civilian's obvious unpreparedness, but they're left with so few options here. It's move and find cover or die, and Daniel's in no rush to go through that again.