ten_fwd | 1st Gate ~ Ten Forward

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1st Gate ~ Ten Forward

A man gets thrown onto the floor of Ten Forward, instantly clearing the people in the small area between the bar and the seating area.

Carson, meanwhile, has no idea where he is, what just happened... All he can remember is feeling the heat on his back, and ending up... wherever here is.

Looking up, he blinks. Confused. He was in Atlantis a few moments ago, on the OR level, having just removed...

Yes. The exploding tumour. Had it exploded? Was this...?

No. He was still alive. His heart was beating ten to the dozen, and he could feel the sweat rolling off his brow. On instinct, he reaches behind him, feeling his back. No burns...

Definitely alive.

He then becomes aware of the people around him, some of them muttering concernedly. He smiles, nervously, slowly sitting up.

"Ah... Sorry... Can... Can anyone tell me where I am?"

This wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened, but it was still pretty up there. Who gets involved in an explosion and ends up in a bar?

((OOC: Apologies to everyone who left a top-level who I haven't tagged. I should have specified earlier that I'd prefer to not have a load of people encountering him "first" as it were.))

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No longer with a need to spend every waking hour in the lab, and instead with a need for food and drink, the old Wraith is becoming a more frequent visitor to Ten Forward. While there is a replicator in his room as well as here to provide food - and often times he does decide to eat alone in his room - he knows better than to isolate himself.

So he's there when this new arrival makes such a spectacular arrival, coming to land just beside his table.

"Ten Forward, the starship Enterprise," he says in response to the man's question, simply stating the facts before adding his own rather sour commentary. "Congratulations. You have just been whisked away from whatever time and place you call home, for unknown reasons by a surely mad entity with too much power and too little sense."

Carson turns to locate who was addressing him... And then promptly starts scrambling to his feet, startling a few more people.

"Oh, bloody hell."

There's a Wraith here. Just... sitting. In a bar. Carson is going to take a few steps back, looking, well... horrified.

Not only is there a Wraith sitting there in a bar, but on the table in front of him is what looks suspiciously like a cheese and ham sandwich with a few bites taken out of it, and a tall glass of ice water.

The Wraith in question has gotten to be the first one to greet a few new arrivals during his time on the ship, but this is the first time he has gotten a response quite like this one. Like this human knows what he is, knows about the Wraith.

"You are from Pegasus." Looking the man over, studying his attire, he can really only come up with one place that would seem likely. He smiles a smile that shows a lot of sharp teeth. "From Atlantis, I would assume."

"I... Aye... Yes, I... I am."

Carson manages to stammer that out, before regaining his composure a bit.

"This doesn't look like a Hive Ship."

Ah, confirmation is always good. No need to pretend, then.

"That would be because it is not. Unfortunately." He misses his Hive, for many reasons.

That explains the lack of further Wraith hanging around...

"So... How did... How did we get here?" Might as well get some answers since the Wraith seems chatty.

"As I said, a surely mad entity with too much power and too little sense." There's a distinctly displeased growl mixing in his voice. "He is called Q. For whatever reason, he brings people to this ship, paying no mind to such things as universes, time or dimensions."

Carson folds his arms, clenching his forearms. "Well, in this instance, I might have to thank him..." He remarks. His brain is already going through the scenario of what he remembered last... It's not looking positive.

"Is there anyone else from our... universe here?" He asks, slightly hesitantly. Because there could be more Wraith hanging around the corner.

That had been quite the tumble, the man had done upon his entry. Ever curious, the Wraith wonders what could have caused it.

"There is. You will no doubt be pleased to know that colonel Sheppard is present on board." Then there's that blasted ancient...

"Colonel Sheppard?" Yes, that does make him feel a lot better. "Well, thank heaven for small mercies..." At least he won't be alone around here. Well, present company excepted. "No more of... your kind?"

Hey, he has to ask.

How he wishes he could say that there was. Though he certainly doesn't have any problems when it comes to lying, there's simply no reason to. "No," he answers truthfully, tone calm and neutral. He misses his hive, he misses his kin. But he doesn't need to wear that on his sleeve.

"How are you..." A side-long glance at the sandwich. "...Surviving?"

It was something else to focus on.

More directly put, the question would be: is he feeding on the people on board? "Not by my usual means, these days." That would be a no. "Though Sheppard was very helpful for a time."

He looks over at his half-eaten meal and breaths a sigh, simply for the sake of a a touch theatrics. "It certainly doesn't compare, but I suppose it will have to do."

"You've devised a way to metabolise food?"

It's a pretty obvious conclusion. And he sounds rather impressed... Until he catches what the Wraith said before.

"Sheppard was..." And his eyes widen. "You fed on Colonel Sheppard?"

They can perhaps get back to the topic of food later. It sounds lie the human thinks that Sheppard is a more pressing subject, and Todd decides to indulge him.

"It was not the first time," the Wraith says with a shrug. "Though this time he was kind enough to volunteer."

"Not the first..." He frowns. "You... You were imprisoned by the Genii, weren't you?" He remembers that... That was a close one.

"Indeed I was," he answers with a nonchalance that isn't quite as real as it seems. Those years will never be forgotten.

He lets the conversation halt for a moment as he takes a sip of water. The sandwich he leaves be. He can continue his meal later.

"What is your function on Atlantis, if I may ask?"

"I... was the Chief Medical Officer." He uses the past tense because... well, if he were to go back...

It makes the most logical sense.

"Dr. Carson Beckett."

"Was?" It doesn't really matter, what would make Beckett that, but the old Wraith remains curious. He'll dig up an answer, sooner or later.

"Chief Medical Officer?" He flashes another of those toothy smiles. "Kindly give my regards to Dr. Keller, if you find your way back."

"I... I'll be sure to." Dr. Keller? She must replace him. Not a finer candidate, even if she didn't have the confidence. "Of course, if I find a way back, I'll be sure to let you know."

That last part is unexpected, and prompts a short moment of studying from the old Wraith, his head tilted curiously to the side. "That would be greatly appreciated," he finally says. He makes no secret of it, that he's far from pleased at being trapped so far away from home.

"Believe me, it wouldn't be for you." Carson's tone is a tad bit nervous, but... "I wouldn't want to leave the people here at the risk of a Wraith."

That comment earns Beckett a low, amused chuckle. "I see your point. Though I don't have any reason to harm anyone here. Not any more. In fact, in an enclosed environment such as this, it is in my best interest not to."

"That may be so, but I have a feeling that you haven't removed your natural way of feeding." Why would he? "And, if that's the case, you may fall back on your instinct."

"You would be correct in your assumption." He holds up his hand, and sure enough, there's the feeding slit nestled in his palm. "Keller's original retrovirus did take it away, but with the serious problems that caused it needed to be reworked." Not to mention that he didn't want to take away his ability to feed. In this case, that all worked out.

"Dr. Keller's retrovirus?" He, again, sounds very impressed. "She devised a way to re-activate your digestive systems? What are the side effects?"

Ever the scientist.

The Wraith leans back in his chair, and you can practically see the wheels turning in his head as he studies the human in front of him. "Ah, so there are some temporal issues to consider. I see. Well, no matter." They are both trapped where they are, might a well make the best of it.

"The original design did work, but brought with it accelerated and uncontrolled cellular regeneration, proving to ultimately be fatal. As those fallen ill were places into hibernation to slow the progress of the disease, the illness spread through the entire Hive. The result was... Quite catastrophic."

Yuna ran up to him placing a hand on his shoulder as he moved to stay. "Are you alright? Your on the Enterprise." She paused stammering slightly. "I mean, it's a spaceship."

She assumed not everyone knew that.

"Clear a path." John's voice commands most of the onlookers back. He recognises the voice and he has to be the one to welcome Carson. His insides are mix of emotions, ranging from excited to sad and apprehensive.

He crouches down beside Carson and smiles. The questions can come later. "We aren't in Kansas anymore."

And Carson's expression lights up a bit when he sees John. "Oh... Colonel, am I glad to see you..."

He looks around, frowning. "I can see that... What... Last thing I remember is that I was on Atlantis, and..."

Then the explosion... then he was here.

"What is the last thing you remember on Atlantis?" John asks, the easy grin hasn't made it's way to his face yet. The answer, it shouldn't really matter so much to him, but he needs to check that he's got his friend and not something or someone else masquerading as him.

He's taking a deep breath, calming himself a bit more.

"I was on the OR level... I was walking down the hall to the bomb disposal team with the tumor I extracted from Dr. Watson." He takes another deep, slightly shuddering breath. "I could have sworn the bloody thing exploded, but... there's not a scratch on me."

It takes all of John's cast iron will and poker face not to react to this news. His jaw tightens and he manages to look a little constipated. He doesn't want to deal with the emotions threatening to boil his insides. Carson should be dead, he is dead in their world. Right now he doesn't know if he wants to thank Q or kill him for bringing Carson too.

"Well you've saved yourself a trip to the infirmary to get shrapnel out of your back."

"Aye, I-I guess..."

But something doesn't add up. Carson's an intelligent man, likely unparalleled by anyone in the SGC except Dr. Keller. He's already working through the scenario. The force of that explosion... he could feel it before he came here, and it was enough to send him sprawling across the floor of Ten Forward.

He remembers the other explosion in the Mess Hall; three people dead. He was pretty damn close to the epicentre.

"Colonel..." He mumbles, quietly, as he comes to the solution. "Tell me the truth; I didn't... Survive, did I?"

John becomes rigid as he battles with himself, and that alone speaks volumes. There is a battle between his natural nature to tell the truth and protect his friend. "No," he says finally, in a low voice. "We ......couldn't get there. I'm sorry Carson."

And Carson looks down, licking his lips. He knew as much, all the evidence was there, after all.

"Ah, well..." He says, quietly, taking a second, before looking up. "I... It was my own fault. I sealed the OR level, after all."

John shakes his head, refusing to let Carson take responsibility for his own death. "You were doing your job Carson, you died a hero." It doesn't make it any easier to accept, John carries the weight of each of his friend's deaths and wishes he could have done more.

"We still miss you."

"How long has it been?"

He doesn't know why he has to ask, but he does. Call it a morbid curiosity.

"Almost two years," John says slowly. It's been too long, and he slows a thick knot of emotions. "Everyone still talks about you Carson. And you're here, so you aren't really dead." For the minute. It is easier to focus on the positives rather than hiving into the darker emotions.

"It's a pity the others aren't here to say hi."

(ooc: Let me know if this is okay? and if anything is actually wrong with him?)

Bruce was working in a corner as usual, when he spotted the man appearing in a flash of light and landing hard. Without waiting, he hurried to the man, kneeling next to him, a tricorder out and scanning immediately for damage.

"Sir, are you okay?"

He smiled at the confusion, knowing he could easily answer that, at least. "You're on the U.S.S. Enterprise, in the year 2367. Where and when were you, right before you were here?"

Agatha knelt to offer him a hand up, ignoring the tools and parts that his entrance had scattered to the floor. She had been in the middle of a small project, but not yet in the madness place, so she was able to smile warmly and offer assistance.

"They call this the Enterprise, and apparently it is some form of space dirigible."

The girl squeaked and danced back as the man came flying into the room, almost crashing into her. She turned, trying to keep her balance, the tail of her shirt sticking out in back. She caught a chair and righted herself then turned back to him.

With a sigh she offered him a hand up. She... no longer knew what to think about these people that kept arriving. At first, given everything Katniss told her... she presumed that they were all here to be saved, that this Q was what Fatima called a superhero. But now... with Katniss gone... she no longer knew what to think.

"You're in the future," she said softly. "Or something like that. You're not from the Capitol, are you?"

She had to ask.

Kaylin's permission post/trigger warning

She flipped back out of his way, landing neatly on her palms and bouncing back to her feet with practiced ease. She really wished she could say she only needed maneuvers like that on the practice field, but she couldn't. Kaylin was a terrible liar.

She swore creatively across four languages, all of which the translator happily rendered into one for her. She eyed the man who had appeared with some suspicion, but when he spoke, she settled back on her heels, hands resting lightly on the pommels of her daggers.

"They call it a star-ship. You were pulled off your world and dropped here." a moment's thought, a fief shrug, and she added "you get used to it."

Edited 2015-04-04 04:43 (UTC)

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