( elena, like jack, tends to be among the last people off the planet. she's faster than most everyone and durable as all hell, and is therefore an ideal choice to stick around, capable as she is of getting people out of danger in an expedient manner. it's what has her zipping around camp now, herding people into the last shuttle — well, almost last. jack and d'artagnan always take that distinction, and elena makes sure to catch jack's eye before she steps onto hers. is he okay, does he want her to stay behind, does he think he'll need her? — the answer, as it always is during extractions, is no, but elena wouldn't be herself if she didn't ask. she likes to think it's a ritual for jack as much as it is for her, but she knows he doesn't really go in for that sort of thing.
take off doesn't go smoothly. turbulence rockets the shuttle every which way, and at one point elena unstraps herself from her seat to check on a junior recruit — stupid, obviously, and she snaps at tony to sit back down in his when he makes to do the same thing — and a sharp jolt sends her flying up into the ceiling, her neck snaps, and she falls unconscious.
waking up on a beach is not totally out of elena's realm of experience, so she manages not to freak out quite as much as she might otherwise. she checks her blackglass for a transmission from the neheda, for the personnel tracker, anything, but it's inoperative. luckily it only takes a few minutes to catch a familiar scent, and she grins as she speeds in jack's direction. )
Reminds you a little bit of Macha, huh? So green, ( she says before she's even stopped next to him — and then she notices the bison. or at least what looks vaguely like a bison, by earth standards. her arrival's spooked it, and it huffs in their direction, moving to stand in front of the calf at its side. )
Maybe don't move and she won't try to gore us to death?
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take off doesn't go smoothly. turbulence rockets the shuttle every which way, and at one point elena unstraps herself from her seat to check on a junior recruit — stupid, obviously, and she snaps at tony to sit back down in his when he makes to do the same thing — and a sharp jolt sends her flying up into the ceiling, her neck snaps, and she falls unconscious.
waking up on a beach is not totally out of elena's realm of experience, so she manages not to freak out quite as much as she might otherwise. she checks her blackglass for a transmission from the neheda, for the personnel tracker, anything, but it's inoperative. luckily it only takes a few minutes to catch a familiar scent, and she grins as she speeds in jack's direction. )
Reminds you a little bit of Macha, huh? So green, ( she says before she's even stopped next to him — and then she notices the bison. or at least what looks vaguely like a bison, by earth standards. her arrival's spooked it, and it huffs in their direction, moving to stand in front of the calf at its side. )
Maybe don't move and she won't try to gore us to death?