Daniel hates that he has to induct someone into this, someone who clearly loathes the idea of militant violence. It rings too harshly with a distant part of himself, the uncoordinated civilian who first opened the stargate with its row of arcane glyphs and tumbled through without having fired a gun in his life, without any intention of ever doing so, and by the end had died himself as a result. He'd been lucky about the apparent situational reversibility of the last part, but the rest - all the rest - would change, bitterly.
"All right," he orders his charge. "Let's go, come on."
He rattles off another salvo as a final deterrent before bolting up the ladder after the civilian. The cover was performed more out of necessity, but now hopefully some of the insurgents will have to trip over the bodies of their fellows in order to follow. Daniel bolts the hatch behind them. It won't stop them, but it can at least buy some time.
Pale blue strands of daylight filter their way though the grate at the top. The distant crashing and shaking of warfare mercifully still sounds detached from their current location, though Daniel knows that if the rebels have gotten their hands on any of the larger missile facilities distance won't matter.
"Doing fine," says Daniel encouragingly, now doing his best to scramble up the ladder one-handed while the other hand searches through one of the tac vest's lower pockets for one last stopgap measure against their pursuers. "Just open the hatch and try to find cover. If we're far enough away, no one will see us and we can clear the area."
He's speaking completely randomly; he has no idea if they're even remotely far enough away, basing the deduction entirely off their general position relative to the sounds of weapons fire.
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"All right," he orders his charge. "Let's go, come on."
He rattles off another salvo as a final deterrent before bolting up the ladder after the civilian. The cover was performed more out of necessity, but now hopefully some of the insurgents will have to trip over the bodies of their fellows in order to follow. Daniel bolts the hatch behind them. It won't stop them, but it can at least buy some time.
Pale blue strands of daylight filter their way though the grate at the top. The distant crashing and shaking of warfare mercifully still sounds detached from their current location, though Daniel knows that if the rebels have gotten their hands on any of the larger missile facilities distance won't matter.
"Doing fine," says Daniel encouragingly, now doing his best to scramble up the ladder one-handed while the other hand searches through one of the tac vest's lower pockets for one last stopgap measure against their pursuers. "Just open the hatch and try to find cover. If we're far enough away, no one will see us and we can clear the area."
He's speaking completely randomly; he has no idea if they're even remotely far enough away, basing the deduction entirely off their general position relative to the sounds of weapons fire.