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Rodney could feel his breath coming fast and hard, fear and adrenaline having kicked in with the first ominous buzz of a Wraith dart. His heart thudded painfully in his chest, the metallic taste of nausea brought on by fatigue welling up in the back of his throat. He couldn’t do this much longer.
Heaving one last time, Rodney dragged the limp form of John Sheppard along the ground by his tac vest, sliding him the final few meters into the cave.
He slapped Sheppard across the jaw line. "Come on, Sheppard. Open your eyes. I could really use your input now." No response. "Fine, I’ll get us out of this as usual, but you just better not forget this. Come on, wake up! Please." Rodney gave Sheppard one last shake before he reached to feel for a pulse, relieved to find John’s heart beating steadily.
Resettling his P90, Rodney leant down to grab Sheppard under the armpits and dragged him a little further into the cave, until he rested out of sight of the entrance and up against the rock wall. His back was protesting the unnatural position the whole time he worked, but he thought this was the right thing to do. This way he could protect Sheppard.
He picked up his weapon, knelt in front of Sheppard in the most comfortable position he could manage and aimed toward the cave entrance, waiting, watching. The occasional sound of stunner fire outside in the dark and the steady sound of Sheppard’s breathing kept him company.
Rodney cradled the P90, patting the weapon gently, his breath still unsteady, but he could do this. He recalled Sheppard’s rundown as he taught the civilians to handle a P90.
The Personal Defense Weapon was specifically designed to offer non-combat soldiers such as cooks, vehicle drivers, command staff and others who are not actually front-line fighting personnel a very compact, short length, highly lethal weapon that is more powerful than a Submachine Gun in 'penetrative' capabilities and yet more accurate than virtually any Pistol.
What that means is you should all be able to use this weapon.
Rodney slid back a little, close enough to feel the warmth of Sheppard’s arm through the damp fabric of his t-shirt. Rodney heard a grumble and turned to see Sheppard’s eyes open, his body still mostly unresponsive after the stunner fire he’d taken.
"Great, we get to the nice cave and then you wake up. Could’ve come to while I was breaking my back hauling you up here." Rodney’s diatribe served to both ease his tension and cover up his relief that Sheppard would be okay.
Later he wasn’t sure what had made him spin back around, but he thought it was possibly a widening of John’s eyes as he stared at something beyond Rodney’s shoulder. Whatever it was, the next moment the universe seemed to slow down, his finger pressing down on the trigger, the recoil of the P90 shaking him as the bullets hit home.
It has had no responses so far and I was just wondering: If I was to write some more in answer to my own challenge...
[Poll #902537]
[Poll #902538]
sga_inspire_me Rodney could feel his breath coming fast and hard, fear and adrenaline having kicked in with the first ominous buzz of a Wraith dart. His heart thudded painfully in his chest, the metallic taste of nausea brought on by fatigue welling up in the back of his throat. He couldn’t do this much longer.
Heaving one last time, Rodney dragged the limp form of John Sheppard along the ground by his tac vest, sliding him the final few meters into the cave.
He slapped Sheppard across the jaw line. "Come on, Sheppard. Open your eyes. I could really use your input now." No response. "Fine, I’ll get us out of this as usual, but you just better not forget this. Come on, wake up! Please." Rodney gave Sheppard one last shake before he reached to feel for a pulse, relieved to find John’s heart beating steadily.
Resettling his P90, Rodney leant down to grab Sheppard under the armpits and dragged him a little further into the cave, until he rested out of sight of the entrance and up against the rock wall. His back was protesting the unnatural position the whole time he worked, but he thought this was the right thing to do. This way he could protect Sheppard.
He picked up his weapon, knelt in front of Sheppard in the most comfortable position he could manage and aimed toward the cave entrance, waiting, watching. The occasional sound of stunner fire outside in the dark and the steady sound of Sheppard’s breathing kept him company.
Rodney cradled the P90, patting the weapon gently, his breath still unsteady, but he could do this. He recalled Sheppard’s rundown as he taught the civilians to handle a P90.
The Personal Defense Weapon was specifically designed to offer non-combat soldiers such as cooks, vehicle drivers, command staff and others who are not actually front-line fighting personnel a very compact, short length, highly lethal weapon that is more powerful than a Submachine Gun in 'penetrative' capabilities and yet more accurate than virtually any Pistol.
What that means is you should all be able to use this weapon.
Rodney slid back a little, close enough to feel the warmth of Sheppard’s arm through the damp fabric of his t-shirt. Rodney heard a grumble and turned to see Sheppard’s eyes open, his body still mostly unresponsive after the stunner fire he’d taken.
"Great, we get to the nice cave and then you wake up. Could’ve come to while I was breaking my back hauling you up here." Rodney’s diatribe served to both ease his tension and cover up his relief that Sheppard would be okay.
Later he wasn’t sure what had made him spin back around, but he thought it was possibly a widening of John’s eyes as he stared at something beyond Rodney’s shoulder. Whatever it was, the next moment the universe seemed to slow down, his finger pressing down on the trigger, the recoil of the P90 shaking him as the bullets hit home.
It has had no responses so far and I was just wondering: If I was to write some more in answer to my own challenge...
[Poll #902537]
[Poll #902538]
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seriously I really liked your prompt!
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Sorry, it's Monday morning, I have to compensate somewhere. ;)
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I just realised I think I spammed the poor flist, because these polls take up lot of room. Oops. I don't do it normally, so they'll probably forgive me. *cheesy grin*
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You're a kind and generous woman. :)
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