[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? 

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[golden_retriever]

[ Considering that now the stampede of dinosaurs is careening down the path they left, a thing Eliot's running speed and werewolf strength cleared them straight off, he would think it was a good thing he did that. At the expense of his own pain too.

Which was why he spared a moment to give the man a look with mock agreement followed by an annoyed glare. ]

What, don't get you outta that stampedin' path? Yeah, you were doin' real well.

C'mon, let's move!

[ Not giving Hudson much chance to catch his breath, Eliot was already grabbing the marine by the gear, damn was the man fully loaded when he woke up here? and attempting to pull him, if he would suffer being pulled, towards higher grounds before the beasties could turn back around. ]

[game_over_man]

[Yeah, well....Hudson. He will insist he had the whole situation totally handled. TOTALLY.]

I was leading them into an ambush! At considerable personal expense!

[Namely, his dignity.]

[He stumbles as the hippie grabs his shoulder harness, nearly tripping over his gun, before getting his feet under him. He's doing his best to follow Eliot.]

Tell me you got a better plan?

[golden_retriever]

Yeah, it's called stayin' outta the way of angry lizards.

[ When Eliot saw that Hudson was coming along without further prompting, namely hand on shoulder strap, he let go to make the trek easier. ]

We head for high ground. Stampedes stay low, if we can get above them in a stable structure, we get a good vintage point and we'll be outta the way.

[ He frowned lightly when he realized he had no idea where he was going. It was only his first day here, he hadn't explored that much of it yet. ]

...Shit, you any idea where we are? And what's that about an ambush?

[game_over_man]

Yeah, well, not arguing with that part of the plan.

[Hudson scrubs a hand over his neck. He can still feel dinosaur breath. And smell it. Gross.]

Heading back to the firebreak. [Hey, Hudson may be a doofus, but he does know how to soldier. When he has to.]

They'll probably lose our scent there.

[golden_retriever]

Most creatures would've left that area.

[ Eliot grudgingly agreed. He didn't add that as intelligent creatures themselves, they should probably be avoiding being that near the breakout as well. ]

Unlikely the thing was trackin' you though. [ The next bit was said confidently, not so much from guessing. ] It's hard to smell a damn thing in this mess.

Are there others that we should be joinin' up with? Or is each man on their own out here?