[text - during the stampede]

[seesobserves]

wolf attack. failed to stop bleeding. need med assist

kara thrace, where the HELL are you

[That's the last anybody'll be hearing from Sherlock. For those who know where he lives: if they go there, they'll find evidence of an attempt to barricade the door against the animals, a severely wounded giant wolf (several gunshot wounds) scattered medical supplies and a puddle of blood, but no Sherlock. If they think to check the ship, they'll find that he's been returned to his pod - but he won't be coming out.]

[video] because he needs to do something so why not the obvious?

[game_over_man]

[Have a very, uh, animated Hudson, friends.  Because it's bad enough he's stranded, can't find Hicks, and possibly has an alien babby in his guts.  You'd think fate would leave him alone, right? ]

[Nope. Apparently all this awesome attracts danger like...some attracty thing.]

[The video feed is unstable, as Hudson is running. Behind him, you can hear, likely, the thunderous sound of large dinosaur feet.]

FUCKIN' DINOSAURS!!

Jesus fuckin' Christ what the ever living fuck is wrong with this place?!

[A slamming stop as he ducks behind part of what was once a stone wall.]

Yeah. uh, [pause while he tries to catch his breath, and his cool]  So. We got another, uh, problem here. Anyone got a plan?