h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*A battalion of Jaffa exits the gate, staffs armed and firing*

*Takes cover and returns fire.*

*SG-6 exit the gate aren't taken aback by seeing their foe, they open fire while running for cover*

*Major Khamsin throws a grenade into the middle of the Jaffa*

*The jaffa dive out the way with minimal injuries. One of them who is apparantly the leader cocks her head for a moment then flicks out a series of rapid commands with a hand. The feline jaffa dressed in silver armour flicker momentarily then disapear. The golden jaffa continue to fight visibly. After a moment Major Khamsin sees a flicker of a liquid outline beside him, then feels a cracking pain in his ribs as a powerful flurry of punches meets his chest*

*he lets out a near audible grunt and starts letting his gun fire off on full-auto into where he saw the outline moments before*

*Stops firing, as to avoid hitting her team members. Looks around for something she can do or use to see her foes.*

Come on...

*The autogun takes out three of the jaffa. Their armour appears weaker when they're invisible. The golden ones however appear to have exceptional armour, requiring long focused blasts to have an effect. There are seven left. Three gold, four invisble silver. It is also looking quite hopeless for the team.... until it begins to rain*

*Grins- their armour was made for a dry planet!*

*From her spot in the brush, she takes careful aim at the nearest rain-outlined figure and fires.*

*Major Khamsin trys to fall back from the fight whilst joining Scandrea in a cross fire*

*The silver armoured knights of Bastet fall, surprised. The gold armoured ones put up a fair resistance, but are outnumbered. They do, however, succeed in getting in a few vicious wounds.... as the firing stops and the fallen bodies glisten and cool in the sunlight... one of the silver jaffa gasp painfully. Her cat-mask lowers and she curls up over her wounded body waiting to join her sisters*

May Bastet receive my soul in peace.

*she groans again*

*Clambers out of her hiding place, and walks up to the jaffa, not really sure what to do or say.*

...I'm sorry... do you want help? We can treat you...

*her eyes look a little maddenned*
My sisters... ack *she coughs* Am I dead? Is this heaven?
*her eyes clear*
Die Blaspheemer!
*she lunges forward with a dagger, but falls mid crawl unconsious and breathing shallowly*

*Dives aside, but the dagger knicks her shoulder. She debates over the right thing to do with the still living jaffa, but it's a losing argument.*

MEDIC!

*As she waits for Kat, she does her best to stabilize the wounded jaffa, then moves on to one of the marines.*

*major Khamsin quickly makes sure his ribs will be alright, for now*

*quickly takes over, running diagnostic instruments over the Jaffa, and acting appropriately*

Okay I can deal with this short term, is everyone else okay at the minute? Any problems just holler. Scandrea, clip this to your belt and use it if anything goes wrong, Kham you take one too.

*chucks them both a small pack*

It's got painkillers you inject, a torniquet, a small knife, and a stuffer blanket. Only use them in emergency though, it's my job to keep you lot on your feet.

Thank you, Kat, but I'm concerned about our ability to treat the wounded here. Perhaps it would be best if you were to escourt them back to Command. Send another medic here when you get back- and make sure the guards know enough to put her *indicates jaffa* in the secure ward.

*Wraps a bandage around her shoulder, and goes to Major Fretts.*

I am sorry. It was stupid of me to go through like that onto an enemy planet- we were lucky we didn't get blown to smitherines outright. *Looks worried* How many casualties?