DON'T HATE ME. JUST DON'T HATE ME.
The section seven officer struggled with the keypad codes that were meant to open the door.
Bridger struggled to keep his emotions under control. There was plenty of time to worry about Lucas. First thing was first, he was down here to get Robert back, and he was not going to be distracted from that by his concern for Lucas. That was what Vishnore wanted. "Vishnore!" Bridger cried, "Where is my son?" He felt irritation surge up in him as Vishnore's nasty chuckle vibrated the speakers above them.
"Your son has made his decision, Nathan," Vishnore told him, "He's a grown man. Why do you insist on protecting him?"
Ford and O'Neill were using Nathan's distraction of Vishnore to make headway with their escape. The two were now kneeling beside the shuttle bay doors, trying to lever it open with force.
"He's my son. His age does not affect that," Nathan replied, "You had better pray he's not hurt or I will make sure you suffer the consequences." Bridger threatened him a-matter-a-factly.
The section seven officer working on the key pad continued his hacking, to no avail. The others were collecting wiring, panels and other bits and pieces to pull the doors apart.
"Nathan, you've always been so close, yet so far. You think its any different this time? If his age doesn't make a difference, what makes you think any thing has changed?"
Nathan knew Vishnore was rubbing in the fact that Robert had always been right in front of his noes, knowing of his parents suffering but being forced to stay in hiding.
"Ah!" Jonathan Ford grunted in success as he finally pried a gap in the shuttle doors. The rest of the team scurried forward to help pull it open.
"You know your not going to get away with this, Vishnore." Bridger warned.
"Of course I am Mr Bridger! Sure you know where I am, for now. But you have to leave. You think there is no reason young Lucas is not responding?"
Nathan was silent, pushing his emotions down and trying to think. Think. What was his duty? What did he have to do now?
"Nathan!" O'Neill was calling out to him inside the open doors of the shuttle. The rest of the team were already inside and ready to go.
Jonathan came into view and saw Bridger hadn't turned around completely, "Mission accomplished, sir. Time to go."
Nathan looked at him. He knew what he had to do. Vishnore was a major part of this organisation, and he was the only one who could bring him down, and this was his only chance. But that wasn't first and foremost.
Nathan turned to the man that was once his second in command, "Jonathan, Lucas is in trouble. You guys go get him. I'm staying here."
"Nathan, no," Jonathan was getting itchy feet, he wanted to move, "Don't fall for Vishnore he will try to trick you!"
"I know," Nathan said, then walking towards them so that Vishnore could not hear "And he won't. He was taunting me about my son always being right under my nose." He paused for effect, "He's here. Robert's here."
Jonathan regarded his old captain for a few moments and then nodded slowly. Nathan was no longer upholding his duty to the navy or the United Earth Oceans. Today he was a father. "Good luck, sir," Ford said. He passed his gaze over to O'Neill, who nodded also. With that the two disappeared into the shuttle and Nathan turned around to find his arch-nemisis.
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Lucas grunted in pain as Biggs twisted him around to tie his hands behind his back. The rope was rough and grazed his skin even after the first few seconds. But the discomfort was barely noticeable, from the pain in his abdomen. It was fierce and heavy, and it wasn't easing at all.
"Get up," Biggs told him grabbing him by the back of his uniform jacket. Lucas couldn't believe it. He couldn't walk!
"I - I can't," He stammered, calmly. In response, Biggs _hauled_ him up.
"Agggh!" Lucas cried out. His fear of more pain gave him the adrenalin to gain his footing. Once he was balanced, Biggs began to guide him carefully to the door, still gripping the back of his shirt.
Lucas walked shakily towards the door. He couldn't do this. He couldn't. It hurt too much. 'Yes you can' he told himself, 'You need to prove that you can be an officer and a man. It's the only way they'll still love you after you turn 20. You wont be a teenager anymore and there'll be no need for them to care about you.' Lucas' thoughts were symptoms of what he had been feeling since Bridger left him the first time and he had realised he had no family. Choking off a sob before it could start, Lucas settled for concentrating on walking despite the agonising pain that coursed through him from his abdomen. His breathing became laboured without his realising, like an athlete on gym equipment, determined to force their body through those last two sets.
Biggs opened the door slowly, pushing Lucas up against the wall behind him. Once he thought the coast was clear, he pulled the teenager out into the hallway and wrapped his arm around his chest, positioning the gun so that he could threaten the young officer if anyone came by. He pulled the teenager along with him. Lucas was still breathing heavily and focusing on nothing but basic bodily functions.
The light split its way into the darkness as Biggs pushed it open. Dragging an almost unconscious Lucas with him, he made his way into the engine room and set the boy down roughly. He then shut the door, plunging them both into almost darkness, while he awaited his next order.
MORE TO COME! NEEEEEEAAAARLY FINIIIIIIIISHED!
The section seven officer struggled with the keypad codes that were meant to open the door.
Bridger struggled to keep his emotions under control. There was plenty of time to worry about Lucas. First thing was first, he was down here to get Robert back, and he was not going to be distracted from that by his concern for Lucas. That was what Vishnore wanted. "Vishnore!" Bridger cried, "Where is my son?" He felt irritation surge up in him as Vishnore's nasty chuckle vibrated the speakers above them.
"Your son has made his decision, Nathan," Vishnore told him, "He's a grown man. Why do you insist on protecting him?"
Ford and O'Neill were using Nathan's distraction of Vishnore to make headway with their escape. The two were now kneeling beside the shuttle bay doors, trying to lever it open with force.
"He's my son. His age does not affect that," Nathan replied, "You had better pray he's not hurt or I will make sure you suffer the consequences." Bridger threatened him a-matter-a-factly.
The section seven officer working on the key pad continued his hacking, to no avail. The others were collecting wiring, panels and other bits and pieces to pull the doors apart.
"Nathan, you've always been so close, yet so far. You think its any different this time? If his age doesn't make a difference, what makes you think any thing has changed?"
Nathan knew Vishnore was rubbing in the fact that Robert had always been right in front of his noes, knowing of his parents suffering but being forced to stay in hiding.
"Ah!" Jonathan Ford grunted in success as he finally pried a gap in the shuttle doors. The rest of the team scurried forward to help pull it open.
"You know your not going to get away with this, Vishnore." Bridger warned.
"Of course I am Mr Bridger! Sure you know where I am, for now. But you have to leave. You think there is no reason young Lucas is not responding?"
Nathan was silent, pushing his emotions down and trying to think. Think. What was his duty? What did he have to do now?
"Nathan!" O'Neill was calling out to him inside the open doors of the shuttle. The rest of the team were already inside and ready to go.
Jonathan came into view and saw Bridger hadn't turned around completely, "Mission accomplished, sir. Time to go."
Nathan looked at him. He knew what he had to do. Vishnore was a major part of this organisation, and he was the only one who could bring him down, and this was his only chance. But that wasn't first and foremost.
Nathan turned to the man that was once his second in command, "Jonathan, Lucas is in trouble. You guys go get him. I'm staying here."
"Nathan, no," Jonathan was getting itchy feet, he wanted to move, "Don't fall for Vishnore he will try to trick you!"
"I know," Nathan said, then walking towards them so that Vishnore could not hear "And he won't. He was taunting me about my son always being right under my nose." He paused for effect, "He's here. Robert's here."
Jonathan regarded his old captain for a few moments and then nodded slowly. Nathan was no longer upholding his duty to the navy or the United Earth Oceans. Today he was a father. "Good luck, sir," Ford said. He passed his gaze over to O'Neill, who nodded also. With that the two disappeared into the shuttle and Nathan turned around to find his arch-nemisis.
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Lucas grunted in pain as Biggs twisted him around to tie his hands behind his back. The rope was rough and grazed his skin even after the first few seconds. But the discomfort was barely noticeable, from the pain in his abdomen. It was fierce and heavy, and it wasn't easing at all.
"Get up," Biggs told him grabbing him by the back of his uniform jacket. Lucas couldn't believe it. He couldn't walk!
"I - I can't," He stammered, calmly. In response, Biggs _hauled_ him up.
"Agggh!" Lucas cried out. His fear of more pain gave him the adrenalin to gain his footing. Once he was balanced, Biggs began to guide him carefully to the door, still gripping the back of his shirt.
Lucas walked shakily towards the door. He couldn't do this. He couldn't. It hurt too much. 'Yes you can' he told himself, 'You need to prove that you can be an officer and a man. It's the only way they'll still love you after you turn 20. You wont be a teenager anymore and there'll be no need for them to care about you.' Lucas' thoughts were symptoms of what he had been feeling since Bridger left him the first time and he had realised he had no family. Choking off a sob before it could start, Lucas settled for concentrating on walking despite the agonising pain that coursed through him from his abdomen. His breathing became laboured without his realising, like an athlete on gym equipment, determined to force their body through those last two sets.
Biggs opened the door slowly, pushing Lucas up against the wall behind him. Once he thought the coast was clear, he pulled the teenager out into the hallway and wrapped his arm around his chest, positioning the gun so that he could threaten the young officer if anyone came by. He pulled the teenager along with him. Lucas was still breathing heavily and focusing on nothing but basic bodily functions.
The light split its way into the darkness as Biggs pushed it open. Dragging an almost unconscious Lucas with him, he made his way into the engine room and set the boy down roughly. He then shut the door, plunging them both into almost darkness, while he awaited his next order.
MORE TO COME! NEEEEEEAAAARLY FINIIIIIIIISHED!