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Post by Andrew Johnson on Nov 9, 2006 1:10:11 GMT -5
He just layed there on the bed. The small projector was showing him images and then movies, of his life. He traded the projector for his rations to some scientist guy. It showed his life... Then it showed Julie, her smile and brown hair, among other things. They were the reason he married her. Now.. She may be dead or in the working camps. Goa'uld executed their prisoners... He had hope she was alive.. The pictures made him sad... And there had been no booze for at least a week. Thought he had special stock.. one which was in his hand, a bottle of Rum and Coke. His Tac-set was turned off and he was just laying there.. wishing he never survived the Death Glider attack..
Everyone was so into saving Earth, fighting the good fight.. But his reason wasn't freedom... His reason was Julie. If she was dead what point was there to kick the Goa'uld off the planet.
He didn't care if he was the only free human left.. He didn't care if he was a snake slave.. As long as Julie was alive.. A couple of tears fell down his face.. He heard a knock on the door.
"Not Here" he answered. He heard knocking again.
"Knock again and I'll shoot you" he replied. The door opened.. To reveal the Colonel. "Oh its you Tim.." he said laying back and watching the small film of Julie and his wedding 15 years ago.
< Tim ( for later after briefing) >
OOC: This is a very Dif Andrew... as you can tell.
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