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| Cassandra_Sheppard | Apr 24 2008, 01:32 PM |
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5 Years Ago… Cassandra woke with a hell of headache to find that it got worse at the sight of a jail cell. A fire fight had broken out planet sided and not many of her comrades had survived. Only Lt. Greg and three scientists. “Welcome back to the land of the living! How is the head?” Greg’s asked helping her to her feet. “Hurts. I’m guessing we lost,” Cassandra said trying to smile. “You think!” Doctor Micheals snapped from over on the bench. Cass shoots a look his way. “It was not really a question, just an observation. Is this all that…” Cass began to ask but then had to shake off a dizziness. “That I can tell,” Greg answers. “What I would give for a drink right now.” “When we get back to Earth, I’ll shout you a round,” Cass says taking a few steps towards the bars of their cell. “Like we will get back to Earth. They are going to not just hand us over!” Doctor Jones said sitting in her corner. “The Major and Lt. will think of something!” Doctor Mathews said pacing the cell. “Right?” he asks turning to the two Marines. “Well, I haven’t had my coffee, so that could take a while,” Cassandra answered as she cased the cell and its outside surroundings. “How about you Lt.” she asks. “Well I was thinking about over powering the guards when they come around,” he answers giving Cass a smile and then turning all serious as he looks to the scientist. “Yeah that will work! Two Unarmed Marines and three scientists, who no doubt have no hand on hand combat training,” Doctor Micheals shot. Cassandra rolls her eyes and then notices some Jaffar heading in their direction. “Oh look, we got company. No funny business, let me try and sweet talk them!” she said pointing towards Greg. “It would be better if we over powered them,” Greg’s said with a concerned look on his face. Cassandra turns to him. “You never have luck with sweet talking people,” he pointed out. “At this moment, I out rank you so what I say goes!” Cassandra smiled with the ‘I won the argument look.’ “Yes Major,” he answered trying not to slap her for that low blow. The Jaffar raised their staff weapons as the head one opened the cell. “Who is the leader of this group?” he demanded. Greg’s stepped back to allow Cassandra to take on her new role as the ranking marine. “Major Cassandra Sheppard of the US Marine Corre and I am the ranking officer,” she answered turning on her hard ass look. It saved her many times when facing an enemy mind you, at that moment, she thought to herself that the Jaffar shared the same look. “You will come with us!” the Jaffar demanded. “Where are we going?” Cassandra demanded to know. The Jaffar charged their staff weapons. “Okay, questions later?” she answered as she stepped out of the cell. At that moment, something inside Cassandra told her this could be the last time she sees Greg and the three scientists. Cassandra was lead by the group of the Jaffar to the bridge of the Gould ship. Sitting in a chair of all so much power was a blonde haired women dressed in oh too much gold and too little of material. Jaffar lead her to the foot of the chair and bowed in front of his god. “I have brought the Tarri leader, as commanded,” he spoke, not looking at her. ‘Good little minion’ Cassandra thought to herself. “I thought the fight would of lasted longer,” the women smiled at Cassandra. “You caught us on a bad day!” Cassandra smirked. This made the Gould smile. An alarm sounded from the ship, which broke the conversation short. “What is happening,” The Gould barked at the Jaffar near the control panels. “The anomaly is admitting a strong gravitational pull. It is pulling us in,” the Jaffar answered. “Reverse the engines!” she barked. “The force is too strong,” The Jaffar answers back. “Reverse the Engines!” the Gould snarled. “You want to rip the ship in half?” Cassandra yelled at the Gould. The Jaffar closest to Cassandra, slammed his fist into her jaw. Cassandra fell to one knee. “You shall address your god appropriately,” he snarled. ‘In a moment like this, the fool is worried about how I address his god,’ Cassandra pondered as she rubbed her jaw. At that moment, the ship begins to go into the anomaly. The whole ship begins to shake violently, sending the people inside, flying around like rag dolls. It goes on for a quite a while. Cassandra tries and steadies herself but the motion makes it hard for her to stay in one place. As quickly as the shaking had come on, it disappeared. When Cassandra looked to the bridge window, she could see the ship was in very close proximity to a planet. The ship was also close to another ship. Its appearance was nothing Cassandra had ever seen before. Without warning, it begins to fire on the Gould mother ship with strange energy weapons. “Raise the shields!” the Gould ordered as she raised from the floor and returned to her chair. But her order came too late. The ship was heading further into the atmosphere for a crash landing… *** The sleep felt good but the dream pulled her out of it. It felt like the crash landing was a whole lifetime ago. A life where she was surrounded by friends and once she had a family but now all she had was the Wraith constantly on her tail. Following her to whatever planet she set foot on. Cassandra reaches for her canteen for a drink only to find it empty. It had been her only possession that had survived, that and her tags. Cassandra smiles at that thought. At least she could be identified when the SGC finally sends a team. One thing was sure to her. The wraith weren’t going to be the cause of her death. The infection in her arm was. Ever since that fun little creature spat some kind of acid her way, she had been dealing with a nasty infection that was growing worse. A high pitch winning sound comes from the sky, it send Cassandra into a rush to move from her hiding space and back towards the Stargate. She had over stayed her welcome. Lucky for her the gate’s DHD had tree cover. Cassandra makes it to the DHD and pulls her scrunched piece of paper from her pocket and dials in the next address. ‘You gotta love the Genni’ she thought to herself as she ran to the gate and passes into the event horizon. On the other side, she found yet another forest. Voices coming towards the gate, makes her rush to hide in the undergrowth and as she attempts to run, a dizzy spell makes her lose her footing and she falls down a little hill and hits her head against a tree. Darkness fills her world. *** Cassandra woke to find Luke watching her sleep. “What? Am I snoring?” she asks. The sun was only starting to filter in through her apartment windows. “No,” he answered with a weird smile on his face. Cassandra raises her eyebrows at him. “Then why are you staring at me?” she asks as she rolls over into a cuddle. “Just thinking that this is the only time you a quite,” he answers. Cassandra slaps him on the shoulder. “Don’t be cheeky. I know several to knock it out of you,” she laughs. Luke wraps his arms around her. “Will you marry me?” he asks. Cassandra pulls back from the hug to see if he is serious and he is… *** Cassandra opens her eyes to find not her apartment but the inside of a tent, lite by several candles. A women hovered near a table on the far side of the tent. Cassnadra goes to move but finds her muscle’s ache at the movement. She finds that a moist cloth covers her left arm where her wound is. “You are awake,” the women smiles as she comes to the bed sided. “I have to leave,” Cassandra insists. “You are too ill. In a couple of days… the women begins to say but Cassandra buts in. “In a couple of days the village will be gone. The Wraith will follow me here and wipe out your people,” Cassandra informs her. The women stands from the sided of the bed. “You are a Runner,” she exclaims. “If that is what you call someone who is being hunted by the Wraith, then yes. Where are my things?” Cassandra says pushing herself from the bed. The struggle to make her body move gives her a dizzy spell. Screams outsided the tent catches the women’s attention. She opens the flap of the tent to look outside. “It is too late, they are here!” the women announces turning to Cassandra. “How long was I out?” Cassandra asks standing and grabbing her bag from the floor. “When my people found you, a day,” answers the women. “You need to get as many people as possible to safety. I might be able to draw them away, but I can’t make any promises,” Cassandra suggests. “You are too weak,” the woman argues. “Better me then your village,” Cassandra says before stepping out sided the tent. Edited by Cassandra_Sheppard, Aug 10 2008, 12:41 AM.
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