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As the team slowly filtered into the gate room, they saw a FRED sitting there waiting for them. There were also half a dozen armed guards... standard operating procedure for a new adventure into the unknown.
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Not having any other stops to make Vasandra heads directly from the armory to the Gate Room where she does a personal inspection of the FRED and it's listed inventory items even before accepting the short range remote from the nearby airman and running the not so little wheeled drone through it's paces to ensure functionality.

As this process takes several minutes, very likely all but the last few before the gate dialing process begins, it is highly likely that she will still be engaged in what amounts to her specialty when the other members of the team arrive.

Feeling almost over-burdened, Gavin entered the Gate Room. He looked like all the other SGC personnel, except the guards in the gate room wore combat helmets and carried a secondary sidearm.

Vasandra was already there, going over the FRED that she'd requisitioned.

"Do you really think that will be needed?" he asked her, while they waited for the last two members of the team.

Hilda made a strange sight as she marched into the Gate Room. She wore the standard green BDU and tactical deployment vest, with backpack or two behind her. But in place of the conventional cap, she had a conical battle helm with eyeguards that covered the top half of her face, giving her a fierce appearance, as blonde hair flowed out behind. On her left arm, she carried her wooden round shield, painted with a ring design reminiscent of a Stargate. Her Winchester 1300 shotgun (with bayonet) and FN P90 submachine gun shared places on her body with a Thracian-design composite bow, a quiver of arrows, and a big broad-bladed axe. A survival knife was strapped to one thigh, and she'd found places for throwing knives behind her shield and on her calf.

'Is that all you're bringing?' she asked with a grin. She shambled clanking over to Gavin and Vasandra and the FRED. 'Ah! A horseless cart. Good idea. I didn't expect to get so many weapons.' But nor was she upset to have so many weapons. She gratefully dumped her P90, shotgun, and backpacks in the FRED, though keeping them in easy reach.


OOC: I'll return the machete in the Forest Scout bundle, as its redundant with the axe and the environment won't require it. Plus it would be silly. :)

After a few moments delay the necessary process of elimination forces Vasandra to realize that Gavin's question must have been directed at her, despite her obviously busy state.  Finishing the immediate task at hand for a few more seconds she then devotes some of her attention to a reply even as Hilda's rattling passes through the door.

”I do not in fact think even a small fraction of that will be needed, however as I have no way to guess which fraction that will be, nor any interest in carrying even a small fraction of the FRED's cargo capacity I thought I would opt for the simple and effective rout, you are welcome to secure any long term supplies of your own if you like.”

Hilda's flippant toss of her gear onto the obviously very squared away transport vehicle brings something of a disproving glare from Vasandra, which softens considerably after taking in the veritable plethora of low tech items being lugged around.

”You will need to learn how to secure your gear on a FRED eventually, as we have a few minutes now I can demonstrate the process for you, but do at least try to pay attention.”.

Without leaving time for reply or rebuttal Vasandra quickly shuffles Hilda's discarded pack out from under the webbing and secures it back in place, the extra or discarded weapons however are securely stored in the locked internal cargo box.

'Hmm?' Hilda began, wondering what was wrong with just putting her things on the cart. So much for letting the FRED just carry her things for her. She watched closely as Vasandra fussed over her things, and supposed tying things down stopped them falling off. 'Aha. Our carts have fences around to stop things falling out.' Hilda commented with something of Vasandra's superiority, thinking she'd found a Cimmerian technological innovation that the Tau'ri lacked.

She snatched back her shotgun before it too was locked up like the P90. She wanted to keep at least one thunder-weapon to hand. 'The pee-nine-tee is a spare.'

After retrieving his Makarov from his quarters, Kaspar headed to Supply and grabbed his bundles. He wasn't an archaeologist, but he supposed they didn't have an anthropology bundle, though no doubt the former could be used as the latter. He didn't relish the image of digging in the dirt, though.

From there, he stopped back in the Armory to get his P90 and sign the paper that said he got his Makarov there as well.

Thus armed, he hurried down the hall, huffing and puffing as he carried/dragged all the gear the SGC had saddled him with, to the Gate Room where he found the rest of his team alread there. He looked in pleased surprise at the FRED sitting there. He had no doubt that it was intended for SG-X1. He noticed the intent expression on Vasandra's face, and guessed she'd requisitioned it. It seemed like an unnecessary extravagance to him, but now that he'd seen how much gear the SGC expected them to carry, he was glad for it.  He went over and tried his best to load his gear on the little vehicle to Vasandra's liking.

"Vell, are ve all ready to depart?" he asked, as he glanced at his G. Gerlach chronometer and saw that he was right on time.

They weren't always on a clock, but it took some time to reschedule a missed gate activation. Besides, the MALP was already on the other side waiting for them.

"Ve are right on time," he said as the gate activation sequence began. He watched the gate circle spin and the chevrons lock in place.

"Hilda ant I vill go trough first, den Vasandra vill bring trough FRED, ant Gaffin vill come trough last."

He really had no idea what the Tollan was capable of, but he did not carry the P90 as if he was comfortable with it.
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The 'puddle' appeared within the gate's circumference, and a moment later, someone from the control room gave the go ahead.

"MALP is still functioning, and no change in status. SG-X1, you are a go."

Fastening the last of the web harness locks into place Vasandra acknowledges Kaspar's instructions by rolling the FRED into position behind the first two members of the team and standing along side it with the remote in hand.

”Once you are through be sure to stand aside to make room as the FRED will be on auto pilot as it goes through the gate.”

'Já.' she agreed with Kaspar. Hilda slung her shield onto her back, along with her shotgun, and hooked the axe to her belt. In her hands, she kept her bow and an arrow, not nocked but ready to shoot back if they walked into an ambush. She stood at the base of the ramp, ready to go.

She looked up at the Stargate with awe and trepidation as it rotated and the chevrons locked into place. 'Chevron Six, encoded.' she heard. Although she'd journeyed through the Stargate before, from Cimmeria to Midgard and between Midgard and the Alpha Site for a training mission, she was still no veteran Stargate explorer, and this world was the first truly unknown one she'd been too. The photo-paintings did not tell her the smell or the feel of the wind and the earth under her feet, and did not tell her what lurked in the long grass or lay in wait over the horizon. The brave Norse warrior was not afraid to admit she was nervous, at least not to herself. She tried to calm herself, closed her eyes, and recited some impromptu verse. 'Now, here we are, fresh warriors all, / Into the Ring of Stars to fall, / To go a-viking along Yggdrasil, / to a world dangling like an apple.' Maybe it was better in her native Cimmerian Norse.

Then the Ring of Stars activated and the vortex surged out over her head, rustling her golden hair. It collapsed back into the event horizon, rippling and bubbling as the Well of Urðr, the well of fate. Hilda slapped her bow against her shield, once, twice, thrice, building up courage. Then, with a wild shout, she ran up the ramp, leaped and threw herself into the—
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OOC: made a couple edits to the post abouve.

As the event horizon settled down, Kaspar adjusted the cap on his head, and then turned towards Hilda with the intent of asking if she were ready.

Before he could speak, Hilda began beating her shield and hyperventilating -- a ritual that the Anthropologist in Kaspar recognized as a Warrior's preparing to charge into battle.

Kaspar raised his hand, and was about to caution Hilda about running through the wormhole -- to remind her that sometimes the Earth Gate added a little accelerative force on the other side of the wormhole -- when she suddenly let out a wild shout and ran through the event horizon.

"Oh, dear." Kaspar said to no one in particular, as he walked up to the gate, "I do hope she doesn't hurt herself."

With only a momentary pause, Kaspar steps through...

[Arriving from the Armoury]

Sarah arrived, her heavy backpack already chaffing, and looking entirely too green for her liking!  She's so going to have her revenge if.  A red planet!  Why aren't they wearing red!

She drops her backpack onto the ramp and waits for the others to arrive.

Fox looks at her and the way the pack is riding.

"Can I help you settle your pack so it will not rub as much?" he asks calmly.
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Soren arrived next dressed in the same gear as the team, save under his BDU shirt one could see the stiff black and white collar of a Catholic priest.  He has a backpack with him, but one that does not seem to be that large or that heavy, and 9mm strapped to his right leg.

Soren looks about the room with a look of wonder and awe on his face, so distracted that it looks like he doesn't notice anyone else in the room.

As the rest of the team filters into the Gate Room, a lieutenant meets Captain Galamore at the entrance, and explains to him about the late addition to his team in the form of Father Soren.

Not sure whether that's a good thing or not, he glances up at the Briefing Room window and sees General Hammond nod to him.

Then Forseti walks in. That may get the Father's attention.


The intercom announces:

"Scheduled gate activation for SG-X2... commencing now."

Then the gate starts to move, and the mantra begins. "Chevron one engaged. Chevron two engaged..."

When all six chevrons have engaged, the event horizon forms in the appearance of a vertical puddle inside the gate.

A moment later, another announcement is made.

"MALP is still active. No change in the environment is noted. SG-X2 is a go!"

Being first gives her the luxury of seeing folk arrive in their various states of readiness.  Watching people has always been a hobby of hers and she enjoys their reactions (some similar to her own) as they see the gate.  She greets the new addition to the team too, though he may not have noticed that either!

Then, as everyone settled and made ready to leave, Sarah picked up her pack and allowed Travis to help tighten, losen or otherwise the straps to help them sit better.  His knowledge and experience with the comfort necessary for the female anatomy aside, she thanks him for his efforts and makes ready to head through the gate - following the others of course.

Michael was already a bit concerned about the team... his team, but not because he doubted any of them. Smarter and wiser men than he had selected the team. His concern was their ability to function as a unit, and even he wasn't sure what that meant. They'd get along with other, he was sure of that. But when it came to action, one might zig when another might zag.

At first, he was a trifle annoyed at being stuck with a last minute addition, but when he found out who it was, he was... baffled. He just had no idea how the Father would fit into the unit. Or what he'd do. Pray for them all?

"Okay then," Michael addressed his team. "Everyone ready to go? Good. Travis and I will go through first... just in case. Sarah and Forseti, give us a ten count and then follow. Blaine and Father Masters, please bring up the rear. Move off to the side once you are through."

He moved up the ramp, made sure Travis was beside him, and then stepped through.

 While careful not to man Handle her, Fox does a quick professional job, adjusting the pack so it will ride with out chaffing.
He smiles "there you go Sarah".
"Has any one ever shown you how to pack a rucksack?"

 Fox checks the others in the team are okay, then Steps up beside his commander.
" hail Cesear we who are about to explore salute you he says misquoting deliberately

Forseti's head turned to the side, like a curious puupy, at Travis' unusual quote. Watching the first two go through, Forseti picked up his bag of equipment. With a ten count his pupiless eyes looked at Sarah, he nodded to her before stepping into the event horizon.
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As if someone would need to show me how to put stuff in a pack?!  And then a moment's uncertainty.  Why would I need to be shown how to pack a rucksack?  "Thank you.   And no... funnily enough, they haven't."

She then took her place in line along with the Asgard and stepped into the well along with him.  Of course, she did everything she was told not to... most importantly, she held her breath!

[Continued on the Red Planet: link to a message in this game ]
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Sroen does blink and can't help but stare near open mouthed at the sight of the Asgardian.  He had been briefed and read the mission reports, but that was a far sight from meeting one of them in person.  So many questions he had.

Then he heard the order to move out and shook his head to clear it.  Personal indulgence later, duty first.  Soren turned his head to Galamore and couldn't help a rueful smile and said "Let us pray...God speed and God bless.   Lead on please Sir, I shall follow behind as instructed."

After receiving his gear and weapons mock head to the gate room. He will double check his weapons for ammo while he is waiting.

Eddie arrives at the gate room an,d seeing Cormac there, checks over his gear one last time while he talks to the scientist. "How are you feeling about this, mister McLane?

doctor please, or Mick.  oh I'm ready not sure how much though. Dr. Jackson has told me a few things but ultimately it comes down to the individual that is going through the gate. He said the first part with a slight laugh, and the second part with less laughing but still a bit on the lighthearted side.  how bout yourself. You ready?

"Little shocked we didn't do any training as a team before we got sent throught the gate." He shrugs, "Air force does things different i guess, but we'll get through."

" well I don't know about the military but half the time when I go into the field I had never met half the staff.  I would say it's more for expediency and they configured the teams based on personality test  results" as he is finishing up he sees the others coming.

"If it was an emergency then maybe the special forces would throw a team together and send them into the field without training.  Maybe.  With civilians and operators from different branches," he shrugs, "I'm pretty shocked."

He looks at the stargate, contemplating, "We'll get through this and thee we can do some training for the next time."

Marc gathers with his other team members.  With a ease of someone familiar with the equipment package he attaches his backpack and lets the P90 hang on it's sling.  While not special forces comfortable he looked as if he had shouldered this load several times before.

"Guys ready?  Any questions?"

James walks into the gate room and does a last minute gear check

As the PJ enters, Eddie stands a little straighter, but doesn't bother coming to attention since the air force seemed a bit lax when it came to proper courtesy.  Besides, the SGC was lousy with officers so the chance of one being in the gate room was pretty high.

Eddie smiles at Marcus, surprisingly at ease with the situation, "Always.  As for questions, I have lots, but I doubt you could answer any.  At least none of the ones that are relevant at the moment."

Marc smiles, "Well that's SOP for around here."  He always enjoys sprinkling in the military 'lingo'.

Eddie continues to fiddle with his gear making minute adjustments to fill the time as he waits.  He makes small talk to break the silence, "Have to say, this is the best commute to work I've ever had.  I always envied the HALO guys and pitied the maritime guys.  My ODA was mountain warfare specialist so we got trucks on a good day, a helo on a great day, and our boots on the worst.  The stargate makes me feel downright lazy."

"Alright SGX3, everyone be on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary once we get on planet. We might be dealing with alien crocodiles and other swamp perils. We might even see a huge crayfish or two." Randall says. hoping that he was adequately prepared.
"Damn it where's the bug spray." he grumbles.

As Thorne arrives he starts making jokes, or at least what Mick hopes are jokes. " well sir I believe they gave us bug spray." He says as he gestures to his P90.

"Well, these will have to do." Thorne says gesturing to the p90 and the FN SeveN

As SG-X3 gathers in the Gate Room, alarms klaxons sound as the gate begins to activate.

"Unscheduled gate activity!" is the announcement, followed by, "Incoming wormhole!" Everyone goes to high alert status. Half a dozen fully armed men quickly rush into the Gate Room, weapons drawn, and take up defensive stances and positions.

The gate completes its dialing and the funnel of the wormhole effect swooshes out into the room. As it settles back into the 'sheet of water' effect of the even horizon, the speakers make another annoucement.

"It's SG-7... returning from P2X-416!"

"Open the iris!" General Hammond directs, while a simultaneous 'all clear' signal is broadcast to SG-7.

A moment later, SG-7 steps out of the wormhole.

As soon as the last of the six-man team steps out of the wormhole, the gate 'closes', followed by the iris closing.

"SG-5, stand down," Hammond announces. The armed men shoulder their weapons and file back out of the room.

"Watch out for booby-traps!" Major Long, the SG-7 team commander, comments to Randall as he notices SG-X3. "The eggheads tell me that the Metreon Obelisk had a... what did you call it, Dr. Wynter?"

"A neutrino cascade," replies the female civilian on the team.

"Yeah, what she said," Long continues. "A self-destruct mechanism... the whole thing just disintegrated on us. It'll sound better in the report."


It takes a few minutes for everyone's nerves to settle back down and the stargate routine to return to normal.

"Commencing dialing sequence for P5P-82Z."

Once again the stargate's inner circle spins and the routine beings.

"Chevron one encoded..."

One by one, all six chevrons are locked in and encoded. When the sequence is completed, the wormhole is once again established, only this time, it's an outgoing one.

"Receiving telemetry from the MALP... status unchanged."

"SG-X3," General Hammond then announces, "you are a go."

"Well gentlemen do we have any special procedure regarding who goes through first?"  If no one stops him Mick wil jog up to and through.

Randall steps through the event horizon.

"Lets take a little walk" James smiles as he steps though

Eddie swings the mic from his headset down to his mouth and takes his P90 in hand before following the others through the gate.

Marc ends up trailing the others through the event horizon, pausing for a split moment before taking a deep breath and walking through.  It takes a bit of a push with will power to get the courage to go through this thing again.

---> P5P-82Z ... I hope.

When Rajip reached the Gate Room, General Hammond was waiting up in the control room.

"Are you all set, son?" the general asked Rajip through the comm system.

"Go ahead and dial P5J-249," he then directs the controller.

The gate does its rotation bit and the chevrons get locked in, and then the event horizon of the wormhole materializes within the ring.

"General Hammond to SG-X1. Do you copy, Major Gorski? We have a late arrival we would like to add to your team. If you are still within range of the gate and there are no problems, we will send him on through."

Upon getting a reply, General Hammond then announced to Rajip:

"You are cleared for departure, Sergeant. The team has moved down the road a ways, almost to the building we called a temple. You should be able to see them once through the gate. I would recommend double-timing it until you reach them."

Seeing the rippling surface in front of him, Rajip stood there for a while, undecisively. Had gone through that many times over already... in theory. His brief training or maybe raher 'instructing session', had not prepared him for what he was beholding at that particular moment. As he realised that in mere seconds he was to be disintegrated only to be put back together, piece by piece - somewhere, he couldn't even say where exactly - he felt ice building up in his spine.

He looked back at the transparent viewport behind which the general was observing him. However, his silent prayer never came - there was no calling off of his departure.

Slowly, hesitantly, he moved the his P90 forward, touching the unreal surface, feeling that he was about to make a move in the direction, where thare was no going back from. His legs were trembling slightly as he took a step forward.



OOC: And off we go. I'll post in the Oz thread after the team's leader would have had reacted to Hammond's calling. Or before, if it's already tomorrow evening.

The gate and the iris was now open. The security team as well as General Hammond were in the Gate room, waiting for the arrival of SG-X2.

They received a last message from Captain Galamore : "General, I will wait Sergeant Fox before passing the Stargate. He was left behind to check every natives activities.
The first part of the team should cross the vortex soon."

[From P5R-681, the Red Planet]

And then Sarah stepped through.  She didn't look best pleased (if anyone knew her well enough to tell) and she stepped away from the event horizon to await the arrival of the others and then no doubt head to decontamination and debriefing.
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GM Did Fox find working crop fields etc, that I asked about

As Michael stepped inside the SGC, he walked in direction of General Hammond. "The mission is suspended for the moment general. The security of my team could have been compromised." he said to the general.

"I will be waiting you and your team in the briefing room in 2 hours for a debriefing Captain. Go to the infirmary for a check-up." answered Hammond.

Michael acknowledge the order and asked his team to head for the infirmary. Then, he caught up with Sarah and ask politely. "Sarah, can we speak a few minutes please. I think I have to apologize to you for my behaviour during the meeting with Marduk."

Sarah waited for Michael to speak, showing him that he could continue. "As you know, this is my first time as a SG team leader and I think I have been a bit nervous about this. This is no excuse, I know. My behaviour during the meeting is unforgivable and I should have had more faith in you at this moment."

Michael paused a moment, looked back in the direction of the Stargate for a second and looked at Sarah again before speaking again. "I really appreciate your work in the team so far and I would like to count you in my team for the future. I hope that you will forgive me and that we will be able to start on a fresh new basis. Your speech in front of the Stargate was right. I don't have to ask you for update every time and I will have to rely on your skills. After all, I would not be a good team leader if I could not trust you and let you do your job without interference."

Sarah was still quiet, listening patiently to Michael's monologue when he came to an end. "If you accept, I would like to offer you a drink during our next leave. This could allow us to know each other better and you could consider this as a excuse present."

Sarah lets the man complete his monologue before shaking her head and smiling.  "There's no need to apologise.  We were all a little nervous.   Maybe if I was more willing to take risks we'd not be back here now."  He gives a helpless shrug, "I'm sorry too - for not keeping you closer in the loop." There.  Apology accepted and given. "As for the drink - sure.  And we'll put it behind us and see what General Hammond would have us do."

"You don't have to regret your choice. We are back at home for a good reason, we may have faced unknown danger. And we don't want that someone die for nothing." answered Michael.

He then puted his hand on Sarah's shoulder : "Now, let's get to see Dr. Frasier."

She nods again and does just that, heading to the infirmary for their check-up.

[To the Infirmary]
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Fox did not spot any fields of any kind, certainly not any that smacked of agriculture. The wide swath of grassy land where the dinosaurs ran didn't quite seem to qualify as a field even if he didn't know what else to call it. None of the vegetation was recognizable, either, so he couldn't say whether all the houses had rooftop gardens, be they vegetable, herbs, flower or just decorative.

Fox heads along with the commander to turn weapons in and get medically checked out

[Continued from Supplies]

Arriving having prepared her gear and wearing the mottled white-grey BDU suitable for a cold, snowy environment, Sarah is wearing the one 'new' piece of equipment that she'd been given.   Light and comfortable under her BDUs, it still surprises her quite how much 'stuff' she is actually carrying!  The reduction in weight of her equipment is only one of the many advantages it provides.

Ready, she'll wait for the others in her team to make an appearance.

[From the armory]

When Michael arrived in the gate room, he was putting a tissues bag in one of his vest pocket. That was the last straw. Michael had caught a cold just before going to an ice planet. Anyway, he was packed and ready and he was waiting the rest of his team.

He took a look at the control room where Hammond was standing. "General. Please send us to a Tropical planet next time."

The general smiled and answered in the microphone. "Sorry Major. You lost at the straws drawing."

Michael was not sure if the General was serious or not. But as the other team members were joining him, he saluted them.

 Fox arrives armed up much as before but with the Zat gun added.
His cold weather is worn and in place ready to go. "Once more unto the breach" he says to his team mates with a smile

Blaine shows up lugging the portable generator and the two cans of gas, along with his other gear.

"Do we really need these things?" he said, holding up the cans. "Yeah, I know it's cold there, but what are we planning on doing... melting the ice castle?"

"Don't worry Sanders. We will help you to carry this." said Michael. "Fox, take one of the gas can, I will take the second one."

Sarah gives Michael a quizzical smile, "Who's this 'we' White man?"  She's clearly teasing though there's a small grain of truth in that.  She really wasn't built for carrying heavy equipment!

"Just Fox and me. I will not ask you to carry on of this thing. Unless you ask to do so." replied Michael.

"By the way. Welcome back Sarah. I think we are now ready to leave."

With the day's mission announcements echoing in everyone's brains, it quickly became time for SG-X2's new mission.

T+  07:00  scheduled outbound (non-SGC) travellers to P3X-888
T+  08:30  MALP expedition embarks to P89-534
T+  08:15  SG-2  scheduled mission status report from P3X-116
T+  09:00  establish 2nd wormhole with X6X-215
T+  09:30  SG-6  embarks on mission to P89-534
T+  10:00  SG-8  scheduled mission status report from P5C-982
T+  10:15  SG-2  scheduled mission status report from P3X-116
T+  11:00  MALP expedition embarks to XB4-81N
T+  11:30  SG-6  scheduled mission status report from P89-534
T+  11:45  establish 3rd wormhole with X6X-215
T+  12:15  SG-X2 scheduled mission to XB4-81N


The gate address was dialed up, the gate rotated until all 7 chevrons were locked, and the wormhole's flush pulsed outward only to drop back a moment later into the almost-familiar event horizon.

"Receiving MALP telemetry," Sgt. Wyler announced, then a moment later added, "Status unchanged. SG-X2, you are a Go."

"Thanks Wyler." said Michael before looking at Hammond. "General, we will try to dial home as soon as the vortex will be closed."

Then, he looked at Travis. "Sergeant Fox, open the way and secure the gate perimeter. We will follow you closely."

Sarah will follow through the gate when it is her turn....

[To the Ice Planet]
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 Fox picks up the gas can and with theP90 in the other hand steps through the gate
 To planet-------->

Michael waited that the rest of his team passed the gate and followed them.

[To the Ice Planet]

[From Oz]

The Stargate suddenly opened and the iris was instantly closed by Walter. When Hammond arrived, Kaspar authentication code was being verified by the SGC central computer.

When the match was proved, Hammond asked to Walter to open the iris and he took the microphone and said : "I'm happy to know that you have been successful SG-X1. The iris is open, you can cross the gate."

A moment after, the FRED appeared in the Gate room.
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Soon, SG-X1 followed the FRED. Hammond was already there, waiting them impatiently. "Major ! What happened on Oz ? We saw the gate flickering and you were not answering to my call." he asked a bit afraid by what could have happened.
A second after, the gate stopped flickering as it closed herself.

Gavin was the last to come through the gate, and even though he was Tollan, he was not so comfortable with gate travel that he didn't use it with some trepidation. Gate travel had been safe for thousands of years... until the Tau'ri got ahold of them them... abused them... and more or less unintentionally tampered with them.

So Gavin carefully looked around... first for his teammates and then to confirm that he was definitely in the SGC.

The General's comment and questions further made him wonder if this was the same place they came from.

"I don't think it was anything we did, sir," Gavin answered Hammond. "You'll have to ask Carter and the eggheads, though, as to what might have caused that ripple effect."
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—and jumping out the other side. Looking around at the familiar Gate Room, Hilda was glad to see that she'd made it safely through the Ring of Stars and over the branches of Yggdrasil and back to the world of Midgard. She whooped for joy, then fell to her knees and kissed the metal ramp. 'We have returned, thank Thor!'

Standing and returning to the others, she looked to Gavin with a confused frown. 'I thought you were an "egg head"?'

"I suppose on this world I'm considered an egg-head," Gavin replied to Hilda, "but not on Tollana. Even here, I'm not a very big egg-head."

"I have significant technical training, but I don't eat, drink and breathe science."

Passing through the gate, once it's connection is confirmed, casually Vasandra strolls down the ramp and out of the way of the jumpers.  Once the commotion dies down a bit she rejoins the discussion in her usual calm almost quiet tone.

”Whatever is happening on that planet started before we first arrived, while it is possible that our presence or the activation of the temple prompted a change in the schedule of events it is quite impossible that we were the root cause.”

Again, Rajip was launched out of the gate much more violently than he anticipated, however this time it could be just the impetus he himself had had while running into back on planet Oz. Fortunately, he managaged to stop just on the edge of the ramp and avoid falling down.

Then, all of a sudden, he felt an intense headache and had sat down hastily to wait the worst of it out. Was it just the side effect of the malfanctioning gateway or had he caught something nasty out there, he could not know.

As Kaspar had thrown himself into the Stargate, the Stargate returned the favor and threw him out...just a little bit faster than he went in, of course.  He came to a crashing halt as he slammed up against the back of the FRED.

"I think I'm too old for this shit..." Kaspar mumbled, as he slowly peeled himself off the FRED.

Hammond was already there, waiting them impatiently. "Major! What happened on Oz? We saw the gate flickering and you were not answering to my call." he asked, a bit afraid by what could have happened.

A second after, the gate stopped flickering as it closed herself.

Kaspar raised his left hand and gestured for Hammond to wait a moment, as he gathered both himself, and his wits, for an answer.

"Yah. Ven gate start flicker-flicker, vee all just run for it!" Kaspar responds, his Polish accent returned, "Dere iz no time to be radioink vat dee hell?" he shrugs.

"DHD is probably needink more repairs." again Kaspar shrugs, "Not my job. Dere iz much seismic activity on dee planet -- dere iz vun massive moon in dat sky. Or mebbe it iz double planet.  Again, I am not Astrophysicist, to be makink guesses about tidal stresses.  But!  From dee ground, dat moon looked like it vas, mebbe, habitable environment. It looked like land and water, vit clouds in dee sky."

Kaspar removed his helmet, then his P90, and laid them both on the FRED.

"And dat brings story to so-called 'temple'. Inside vee found vat vas lookink like, mebbe, it might be Ancient-built transport device -- like dee ring transporters. Dere were indications dat dee transporter vas used to go up to dee moon.  And General..." Kaspar smiled, "Dee device powered up.  Vee did not experiment to see if it was functional, but it did power up!"

Kaspar idly began searching his vest for the pocket he'd put his pipe and tobacco into, as he continued,

"Vee saw evidence uff natives -- Humans, azz far azz vee could tell -- dere is a village only a few hundred meters from dee gate.  Dee village had suffered some seismic damage several days ago, and the locals made a quick, but organized, evacuation. Vee do not tink dat dey vent tru dee gate, but vithdrew further into the bush."

Finding his tobacco pouch, but not his pipe, Kaspar shrugs and puts the pouch back.

"I vill haff more details in my official report, but dat iz dee -- how do you say? -- 'dat's dee ten-cent tour', yes?"

Left pondering the mystery of the Tau'ri egghead, and how eggs came into it, Hilda listened to Vasandra and Kaspar's reports to Earl Hammond. She supposed she'd have to write her own report of the mission later. She wondered what English words rhymed with "heroine", and, for that matter, "egghead".

'It was a successful víking, earl. Though we did not bring back riches or trade, we explored this new world, we slew great beasts, and did feats of strength to make the gods proud. And we came back alive, though Thor himself slammed his hammer Mjölnir into the world of Oz to crack the land and make the branch of Yggdrasil tremble and the water of the Ring of Stars ripple.' Yep, that was going in the report.

Hammond listened to all the team members preliminary reports. He let them a minute to recover from their effort and started to talk : "At least, you are all in one piece. Thanks for the first reports. Head ti the infirmary for a quick check. We will have a debriefing in 2 hours."

Hammond saw the team leave the gate room. He asked to a tech guy to move the FRED from the gate room and he started to return to his office.
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Handing the remote to the FRED off to the technician on her way out Vasandra does not bother to add a redundant report, rather simply proceeding to the medical facility for processing.

'Yes, my earl. I will tell a great saga.' Hilda promised Hammond, then left the Gate Room, first going to return her weapons and gear before heading to the Infirmary.

Marcus enters the Gate Room and takes a look around to be sure they were where they were supposed to be.  He waited for his team to gather to that they could turn in their gear and then go to the infirmary for the Doc to check them out before their briefing.

He was glad they made it back but was curious on what else was on that planet that they might be able to use at some later date.

James enters the gate room and keeps moving then waits for the rest of the group so they can turn in gear and head to see the doc

Mac would be waiting for the rest of his team along with the combat team to arrive back safely before heading to the armoury ,supliment room, and the to the infirmary to get checked by the doc.

A light appears and down comes some packages, crates and an Asgard in a hover chair. She brought her credentials on a clear polymer in Asgard for the General as an official representative of the Asgard to SGC.

There isn't even time for someone to sound the alarm before they see that it's an Asgard. While they tend to all look alike (they are clones), there are occasional differences. Such is the case now, as those in the observation room realize that this Asgard is NOT Forseti.

"Hello, there, Mr. Asgard, sir," Walter addresses the new arrival through the intercomm. "Is there something we can do for you?"

I'm Freyda, under your agreement with the Asgard High Council I was sent to be the replacement Asgard representative to Stargate Command. Here are my credentials and I'm to see a General Hammond assuming he is still in charge. she hands over the clear sheets with Asgard writing on it mostly her name and vital basic information. A personnel sheet and her orders.

"Certainly, Freyda," Walter replies to the Asgard.

He'd heard rumors that Forseti would be replaced, and he'd heard that this time, the Asgard would be assigned to SG-X1, though the numerical designation held no significance in importance.

"Yes, General Hammond is still in charge. In fact, he's in a briefing with SG-X1 right now. Please, go on up."

Walter then texted a comm message to General Hammond informing him of Freyda's arrival.

Freyda heads up in her hover chair.

Fox leads the remains of the team home handing the staff and any other equipment that Shor'zal gave him over.
Fox looks slightly fed up.
As he thanks Sarah and makes sure that the security has charge of Shor'zal before Making sure the team or what is left of it take weapons to the armoury and then to medical.
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[From Ice Planet Zebra]

Sarah arrived through the stargate accompanied by her team though lacking their commander... and having gained a Jaffa.  Since no mention of said Jaffa has been made to the security detail (or so she believed), she fully expects their reaction to be near hostile (not that their pointing their guns up the ramp was in any way any less hostile for normal arrivals!)
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In reply to Sarah Morgan (msg # 87):

OOC take a look at the above mail fox is first handing over a Jaffa weapon. Commander made the call

As Travis said, Sarah, the Major informed SGC that they'd be bringing a 'friendly' Jaffa through the gate. I mentioned it in passing, but didn't actually role-play out the radio exchange. Ice Planet Zebra post #120. :-p
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Their arrival was fortunately less eventful than she expected and after the Jaffa and staff weapon were dealt with, Sarah made her way to decontamination and the medical suite before heading to her rooms to take a moment to collect herself and begin her report.  It would not be a pleasant one and after her second 'failed' mission, she was wondering if her time in SGC was fact worth the effort and risk.

Regardless, the report detailing the team's lack of cohesion, snap decisions, the working against each other and so forth was all detailed well into the 'night' and ready for the briefing the next day....

[OOC: I'm assuming a fade to black as the time-line has progressed]
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As the teams start arriving in the Gate Room, a bit of gate traffic occurs.

"Scheduled outbound (non-SGC) travellers to P3X-888."

"SG-2 scheduled mission status report from P3X-116."

"Establish 2nd wormhole with P3G-0."

"SG-X2 scheduled outbound in 9 minutes."
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In reply to StarMaster (msg # 91):

Jackie enter ths Gate Room and prepares to enter the gate the first time.

Fox enters the Gate area checking the team is all present.
Once it is he reports to Team leader, to find out who he wants through the gate first and that the team is ready

Kyle came in, still sorting out the distribution of his kit. Once satisfied, he looked with awa at the gate... he'd seen it before, but now... now he was supposed to be actually going through it.

James comes into the gate carrying a medical bag on his back next to a trail backpack, a H&K SOCOM pistol on his leg(holstered) and his p-90 in  his hands

Ru'tan enters the gate room, his pack on his back, his staff weapon nestled in the crook of his arm. He pushes his helmet up with a frown only to have it slide back down over his eyes. In exasperation, he stops and pulls the chin strap off, removing the helmet. After examining it for a few seconds, the frown disappears and he turns the helmet around, placing it correctly on his head and snapping the chin strap in place.

He steps up to the rest of SG-X2 and says to Sgt. Fox, "I am ready."

Having quickly collected his gear and weapons, Jason hurried to the Gate Room with a minute to spare. He glanced around and saw that the major was missing.

"Hope that's not a sign," he commented to anyone who'd listen.

Dillon entered the gate room shortly after Bjorn, a large heavy looking duffel bag carried in his off hand.  Once the wormhole was established he quickly issued orders to his team.  "Fox you're on point.  Bjorn you're right behind.  Carter, you and I are next, and the civilians are last."  He took a moment to let his team line up, and to take in the gate, something he would have dismissed as pure fantasy a mere week earlier.  He still didn't quite believe it.  After the moment had passed he issued the order to move out.  "Alright SG-X2, let's get this done."

 Fox nods, "Sir before we go a couple of things"
"One mind your stepping going through the gate all, it can misstep you"
"Two" Fox steps close to the Commander and very softly says
"don't forget Ru'tan commander he is not yet used to our ways".
Fox jogs to the front, looks back visually checks every one is ready and Salutes the control area turns and steps through the gate.

Kyle looks in wonder at the rippling surface of the... what had they called it, event horizon? He could well imagine how primitive cultures could have seen such technology as the work of the gods, and so have fallen into the mistake of taking those people who used the gates as gods.

He took hold of his wandering thoughts, took a deep breath and took his place on the ramp, ready to step through in his turn.

Kylie eventually makes it out of the traffic jam in the supply room, back to the briefing room to check the bird lineage, and to the gate room.  It's not an easy feat.  "OK, if I'm late, I'm really - woah."  Kylie is actually just in time to see the stargate open for SG-X2.  The 'gawoosh' takes her rather by surprise.  "Oh my.  I have the coolest job ever."

Once SG-X3 rallies in the gate room, Kylie explains what she was thinking about earlier.  "I figured I could determine the bird people's diet by looking at their beaks, like Darwin did with the finches, and maybe bring them food gifts.  That's usually how I make friends anyway.  (Yes, you will all be getting cupcakes later.)  But they look like they're carnivores, and meat's a bit difficult to take with us.  Hopefully they're not carrion eaters, actually.  Cause that's gross."

Ru'tan nods as Maj. Dillon gives the movement orders. As he was not mentioned by name, and holds no military rank, Ru'tan takes his place at the back of the column, behind the civilians. He hefts his staff weapon, readying it for any surprises that may wait on the other side.

Once everyone else has stepped through the chappa'ai, Stargate, he calmly steps into the shimmering portal and is whisked away.

Just in front of Ru'tan, Kyle pauses for an instant then takes a deep breath and steps through, not sure quite what to expect.

Cormac was one of the last members if SGX-3 to arrive. He hadn't gotten anything other than his standar equipment and weapons. This was the one thing that saved him on time.

Sarah's equipment seemed a little on the light side but she was standing ready and (maybe surprising for her) silently while she awaited gate activation and deployment with the new team.   For some reason... she felt nervous.

In reply to Sarah Morgan (msg # 105):

Standing in gate room ready to go as well.

James, Kylie, Cormac and Sarah are in the Gate Room, watching SG-X2 head off on their mission. They listen for a few minutes on their radios as SG-X2 reports back... before the gate closes.


SG-X3 is scheduled for their own departure in 15 minutes. They have to give SG-X2 enough time to dial back home if there's a problem.


There doesn't appear to be any problems. SG-X2 makes peaceful contact with the otter-people, so SG-X3 is good to go.

Randall liked to think of himself as the 'strong silent' type, but it was mostly an interpersonal tactic that he employed. By not saying much, if anything, it forced the rest of his team to think more, and ask the questions that wouldn't even have occurred to him.

He wasn't trying to be 'sneaky'... it was just his natural style to be... stealthy... as he slipped into the Gate Room.

His team was still missing two people... Del'noc and Marcus.

There were a few minutes to spare yet...

He made a quick but subtle examination of his team, just making sure what they were carrying. As usual, Sarah didn't seem to be carrying much.

"Sarah, are you carrying a zat?"

Kylie waves at each of the people that enters the gate room, trying to keep track of who is on her team and isn't.  She had been a bit focused on the video footage when in the briefing room and not the people.  Wait, no, there was that air force lieutenant that asked about the DNA testing.  Kylie sidles over to him.  "Hello.  I haven't had a chance to look over everyone's profile yet.  I'm Dr. Nova.  Who're you?"

"1st Lieutenant Berten, pararescue. I'm trained to be a medic and scout." he holds out his hand for her to shake

Sarah is a little surprised someone spoke to her and takes a moment to 'recover' before replying, "I am.  I find it a little easier than the P90."  The P90 is still in fact slung over her shoulder, weighing her down but as an 'expected' piece of equipment she couldn't very well leave it at home.

Randall would be hard pressed to find where she is in fact hiding the zat - something that might irritate his observant self.

----

When it came time to depart, she'll join the short queue leaving SGC and steps through the gate.

[Contined on X8T-121: Aerielle]
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Marcus continues through the active gate with the SG-X3 team.

As Kaspar arrives in the Gate Room, he is privvy to a bit of gate traffic that occurs.

"Establish 3rd wormhole with P39-0X9."

"SG-7 scheduled mission status report from PX1-22M."

"SG-X1 scheduled outbound to X2U-238 in 12 minutes."

"Scheduled outbound (non-SGC) travellers to P74-N51."
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Kaspar walks into the gateroom, already sweating from carrying all his gear just the short distance from the locker room.  Hearing that it will still be twelve minutes before the gate can be opened to his destination, Kaspar frowns and looks around the room for any other members of his Team.

While he doesn't immediately see any of his crew, he does see an SGC airman leading Vassandras FRED into the room, through the door on the other side of the gateroom.

Wheezing only a little, Kaspar walks over to the FRED and unlimbers most of his 'droppable' gear -- the Translator Bundle and the backpack-and-contents that comes with the Standard Issue -- onto the little vehicle.

Kaspar peeled back the sleeve over his left wrist and exposed the orange face of his vintage 1970 Swiss-made DOXA divers watch, and frowned.

*...where can they be? ... I'm the slowest member of the Team ... I can't believe I'm the first one here ... oop! Maybe I shouldn't have had that second galumpki at lunch ...*

With plenty of spare time to kill Vasandra shows up in the gate room with all of her personal gear, some of which is in a duffel intended for the FRED's cargo compartment.  Finding the unsurprising last minute additions to the gear piled up in a big jumble on or near the mechanical beast of burden Vasandra once again begins shifting things around, making sure any items likely to be needed in an emergency are on the outside and anything particularly valuable, dangerous, or fragile, is in the closed cargo compartment, as well as running a full innovatory to make sure all her own modifications and the group's usual supplies are present.

The floodlights, portable generator, and four fuel cans that Hilda had thoughtfully ordered on behalf of the group had already arrived, neatly stacked beside the FRED. The woman herself was some minutes behind, in similar attire to the last mission, somewhat less bulky with equipment, but just as laden with weapons: the shortbow was marginally smaller than the longbow, but the sword was distinctly longer than the axe. 'I am here.' She could give a few reasons as to why she was late, though they largely boiled down to (a) sorting out her many weapons, (b) interrogating the Armoury officer about the proper care of her sword, and (c) flirting with the Supply officer.

In deference to the dark elf, Hilda hefted up the heavy fuel cans with strong arms and stacked them neatly on the FRED, in the place Vasandra indicated, followed by the generator itself and the floodlights. She put her laptop in the closed compartment.

Then she dumped the rest of her crap where it landed.

"Ah, Captain Tourmaline, hello again. Uh..." Kaspar eyes where he's piled his gear with a guilty expression, "Yes.  Sorry about that.  I'm not in the kind of physical shape I thought I was.  But, I promise, as soon as I can, I shall get together with that delightful red-headed Doctor of ours and put together an excercise plan."

"And maybe dinner plans..." Kaspar finishes in an almost-whisper.

"I am here." Hilda said, as she approached and started loading fuel cans and a portable generator onto the FRED.

"Mary Mother of God!  Hilda!" Kaspar exclaimed, when Hilda made to lift the generator by herself, "That generator must weigh over fifty kilograms!  Here, let me help you..."

Despite having travelled extensively in Europe, despite being somewhat cosmopolitan, and despite his upbringing in rural Poland in the middle-20th Century, Kaspar still clings to some "old-fashioned" ideas; like having a problem believing that a woman can be as strong as a man -- a fact which he has had personally disproved to him by a couple of female Soviet soldiers in his past.  Women who threw him around a room like he was a rag-doll.

But, those are stories that would quickly violate the PG-13 Rating of this board... ^_^

In reply to Kaspar Radoslaw Gorski (msg # 117):

Just the Male pics it looks like.

Hilda swung the generator easily into the air before Kaspar could intervene, then held her arm out straight to the side as she tested its weight solely on the strength of her arm. 'It is light-weight model.' she informed Kaspar casually, before placing it on the FRED with a heavy thud.


OOC: The lightweight portable generator is 55 pounds, or only 25 kilograms.

And Kaspar, this is a mature board. ;)

"Mother of God, Hilda. I do not believe you just lifted that machine -- and with one hand!  You young people, I swear." Kaspar suddenly gave her a suspicious glare,

"You aren't drinking those foul American energy drinks, are you?" Kaspar asks suspicious, "You slamming that Red Cow or Creature or Rock Singer junk?  They aren't good for you, you know. Rot yer kidneys, as well as yer brain..."

OOC: Correction, the reduced weight quality decreases the above weight by 10%.


Hilda stared blankly at Kaspar. 'I have not imbibed the power of any of these spirits.' He seemed not to understand how she was so strong, though Hilda had thought little of it, except to boast of it. She decided to tell her tale 'When I was a little girl, I lifted a piglet, up and down, up and down. Later, I lifted two piglets, up and down, up and down. Then I go up to a pig, up and down, up and down. Then, two pigs.' She demonstrated for Kaspar, heaving her arms in the air, flexing her muscles and popping her biceps. 'Later, I lifted a full sow, up and down. Finally, wild mountain boar, up and down, up and down, while they try to gore me.'

'And, do you know what I get for all this pig-lifting, which makes me so strong? Bacon.'

Kaspar looks off into the distance, and strokes his chin in thoughtful contemplation.

"Wel-l-ll...it is hard to argue against bacon..." Kaspar shook himself, and returned his attention to his immediate surroundings, "It's just...I forget, sometimes, the...rigorous...life you've led, and just how strong you are...for a woman of your size..."

Kaspar suddenly smiles, and adds, "Say!  Did you know Lucy Lawless is one hundred seventy-seven centimeters tall?  It's not the hundred and eighty-three centimeters that rumor said she was when she was filming Xena, but it's still taller than you or I."
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'You Tau'ri are puny.' Hilda agreed airily, returning to work on loading the FRED.

Kaspar's next words might have been apropos of nothing, but Hilda paused. 'Lucy Lawless.' she said dreamily of her heroine. She straightened up to her full 157 centimeters. 'Oh. Am I too short?'

"You're only too short to play center for the Chicago Bulls," Gavin quips as he enters the Gate Room and overhears Hilda's comment.

"You're taller than an Asgard, so how tall should you be? The Tau'ri weren't always as tall as you see them now. A good diet affects your growth more than genetics."


His backpack was slung across his back. He kept his stunner in a pocket rather than a holster, to minimize the appearance of a weapon, even though it didn't really look like a weapon by normal standards.

Tall enough for Lucy Lawless? was what Hilda didn't answer. Instead, she added 'Captain Carter says that Cimmeria has a little higher gravity than Midgard. This also gives me more strength and balance than the Tau'ri... It also makes me shorter.' Talk of her height was making her feel self-conscious.

"Too short?  Of course not!  You're the perfect height." Kaspar assured Hilda, then glanced around, before lowering his voice a little, "Only Americans are obsessed with being 'six feet tall'. They all want to be as big as one of their Football Linebackers."

Gavin joined the group, commenting about Basketball players.

Kaspar nodded in agreement, "Yes, or a Basketball player.  Why, even their Hero, John Wayne, was six-foot-fo..."

Something Hilda had just said suddenly registered, "Cimmeria has a higher gravity than Earth?" Kaspar said, looking at Hilda in a new, analytical way,

"That...that...that explains so much." Kaspa said, lost in thought, "Even a variation of only point-two gees would cause a distinct increase in muscle mass and bone density.  Yet the g-force would be almost un-noticable to someone from Earth, except under extreme physical exertion.  If we were to set up a training base on Cimmeria, why, with just a sixteen week program, we could produce soldiers as strong as..."

Kaspa suddenly stopped, realizing that he was thinking out loud, and that people were staring at him.

"Uh...sorry.  I guess being back in the military is opening up some dark thoughts I'd hoped I'd buried a long time ago.  So!" Kaspar shook himself, and looked around the gateroom, "Is it time to leave yet?  And, where is Sargeant Mojdar?"

Freyda helps load up using a device that alters gravity and uses force fields to move objects around even if much bigger than she is, using brain waves and hand positions. Size matters not, one must take advantage of what you are capable at. Hilda may be small for a human but is not exactly weak. Asgard are not physically impressive but we have some minor advantages. she says working at her task.

Hilda hefted one of the floodlights onto the FRED. 'Já, some of these ball-players and marines are as big as frost giants, and just as slow. I have heard some say they make up for something... But, hit them and they still fall the same.' she ended with a Nordic shrug, and shifted the light neatly into place.

She didn't quite know what to make of Kaspar staring at her, and turned away for the next floodlight. 'Also, I built a pyramid.' Then she watched in awe as Freyda lifted the floodlight with the magic of anti-gravity and force fields. 'I could have used that on the pyramid.'

'Oh, I saw Rajip in Supply.'
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OOC: Oops. My tired brain yesterday wrote a nice post that was completely wrong! At least Hilda knew what I meant! ;-) There was no MALP at this time. It had already gone through two days ago. It is dark on the other side as the MALP had turned off its spotlight to conserve energy. However, when the gate is opened again, the MALP does transmit an image back. That's what General Hammond is referring to.


The 12 minutes pass by quickly, and it's soon time for SG-X1's gate activation.

The dialing sequence commences, the gate spins, the chevrons lock in once more, and the event horizon whooshes outward before settling back into the vertical 'pool of water'.

Everyone seems to be waiting with bated breath while the MALP's image is transmitted.

A few moments later, General Hammond comes on the intercom.

"Status is unchanged, SG-X1. You are a go."
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Rajip approached the rest of the team just as the General's voice came on the intercom.

"Don't tell me you've been waiting," he said, seemingly casually, while still adjusting the shoulder-string of his P90. Without waiting for an answer, he moved to the front of the group. Once there, he looks back, "Let's go, shall we?"



OOC: Rajip and Hilda go first.
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As the dialling sequence commenced, Hilda raised her shield and drew her sword, thumping the hilt against the board as every chevron locked. Every beat seemed to build up her strength and courage. For the last chevron, she beat her shield continuously, in time with the beating of her heart, and together they grew faster. She stood as close to the Stargate as she dared as the vortex erupted overhead, wind rushing through her blonde hair. As it settled, she gazed up in awe into the Well of Urðr within the Ring of Stars. She could almost glimpse her fate within the event horizon. 'Have faith, Rajip. We go through the Ring of Stars and along the branches of Yggdrasil the World Tree. This is a holy time.'

Hilda beat her shield three more times then ran up the ramp, hollering 'Fred Bergström!' Hilda leaped up and bounded through—

At least its not to primitive a way to travel, we Asgard have our pride after all but really not even an announcement as to deity coming no G'ould would travel without that. So Sergeant do so. she looks serious  for a moment but even a happy face can look serious that was a joke was it a good one getting this humor thing is difficult.

She just goes through.

Hilda beat her shield three more times then ran up the ramp, hollering 'Fred Bergström!' Hilda leaped up and bounded through--

Down on the gateroom floor, Kaspar turned and looked up at General Hammond, standing abouve in the control room.  But, instead of the expected salute -- Kaspar just rolled his eyes, sighed, and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say 'Cimmerians, what ya gonna do?'

Then Kaspar turned and walked up the ramp behind the Floating Funny-Guy...Floating Funny-Girl...Funny-Asgard...whatever...

Taking over the controls of the fully packed FRED from the airman who will be staying behind Vasandra maneuvers it into position to pass through the gate last, after a brief delay to let others move out of the way without risking being run over.  Shaking her head as the mad dash to be the first through a gate into which multiple MALP's have already cleared the way she settles in for another fun filled ride with the barbarians and the crazy people.

For Freyda she offers some advice.  ”Do not worry yourself about their humor, it is mostly harmless.”

As SG-X1 steps out of the gate back on Earth, General Hammond calls down to them from the control room.

"SG-X1, unless you feel you need to report to the infirmary first, debriefing in the briefing room ASAP!"

"What's going on? Even we weren't in such a hurry back there," murmured Raijp, to no one in particular as he took off his backpack and put it aside an the floor. Then he yanked his head up and spoke up, "General, you may want to check the gate room for any... invisible spores or parasites in the air first. Just in case."

Hilda jumped out of the Ring of Stars, hitting the ramp with a satisfying clang. 'Maybe the earl is unhappy we lost the MALP.' she suggested to Rajip in ice-dry Nordic humour, before rambling off to deposit her weapons and kit.

In reply to StarMaster (msg # 135):

"Cóż, nie mam zamiaru się zatrzymać na piwo, po pierwsze, moje ogólne!" Kaspar mumbled, as he shook off the cold, then looked up at Hammond, "On the way, General!"

Rajip just shrugged his shoulders and trailed after the others.

After getting their gear, SG-X1 heads for the gate room.

As soon as everyone is there, the gate is dialed back to X2U-238.

Images from the MALP and the other camera still show the cargo bay where the other gate is. The scene appears to be unchanged from the way you left it.

The MALP is mostly covered in slime.

"Well, SG-X1, it's your call. Visual analysis gives a 94.3% match to the last image." Hammond announces.

"I'm ready when you are," announced Rajip, entering the room. "But... can't we just use the sonic guns without actually going there?"

In reply to Rajip Mojdar (msg # 141):

"I had had the thought that we might go through the gate, leading with the big emitter fired up." Kaspar says, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders, "But, now that I'm standing here, I remember how most of us tend to come out the other end of the wormhole with a stumble. So, maybe it would be best to step through with the hand-held personal emitters at the ready."

Kaspar looks to Rajip.

"Your call, Sargeant. You'll be going in first, to establish a beachhead. Do you want to go in with the big emitter blazing, or just with hand emitters?"

It's uncertain if the sonic emitters would work across the wormhole. In theory, it should, even though it seems absurd. In any case, it would only affect slime that's in the line of sight, and certainly only in the cargo bay.

At Rajip's question, Hilda looked at her sonic emitter device, considering what she could work out from first principles. At its heart, the sonic emitter was just a thing that made sound, like a musical instrument – the idea of weaponised song appealed to the warrior skald. 'I don't think so. It is just sound. We don't hear things through the Stargate any other time – not wind, not birdsong, not weapon fire... Hermod says the Ring of Stars breaks us and everything into little bits to send down the branches of Yggdrasil, as if in the beaks of Huginn and Muninn, the ravens of Odin. The song of the sonic emitter would be broken to bits too.' explained Hilda, who was smarter than she seemed.

"Now that's a point," Rajip said simply. "What hurts to try it out first, though? Let's try the hand-held one now."

He approached the rippling surface of the event horizon and, looking at the screen of the monitor which kept transmitting image from the remote camera still operating on the other end of the wormhole he aimed somewhere just below one third of the gate's height. "Hope it works," he muttered under his breath and activated the device.

Rajip fires the sonic device at the wormhole. Although the sound wave isn't visible, it doesn't seem to effect the event horizon, but watching the screen, it also doesn't seem to be propogated through the wormhole as there is no change at the other end.

Not being discouraged by his initial failure even though there had been no visible effect on the event horizon, Rajip just moved his gun-holding hand a little to one side, then to the other, up and down, still watching the screen for any changes back on the alien vessel.
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Actually, the sound has no effect on the event horizon, and Rajip's second and subsequent attempts fare no better than the first: sound is simply not transmitted through the wormhole.

OOC: OK, thanks. I've edited the post slightly to address that. However, Rajip's action would still include trying other places of the gate/gate room on the vessel.

Eventually, though...



"Damn it," Rajip muttered under his breath, then continued louder, that time turning to the awaiting team members. "It looks like we've no choice but to get back there, after all. Keep your devices ready to use. Once we're there try to clear the area covered by the slime that's the nearest to you."

  The Asgard maneuvered the hover sled to one side as the team prepared to access the gate. It was too bad they didn't mount a sonic emitter onto another of their remote controlled wheeled machines to make this endeavor less risky.

  Establishing the event horizon should have vaporized any slime within a few meters in front of the stargate, but in this time testing the sonic emitters through the threshold, it could have moved back into the area immediately in front of the gate.

OOC: Before she offers her hover sled again, will the larger sonic device with the power supply fit on to of the sled?

In reply to Rajip Mojdar (msg # 149):

Kaspar nods acknowledgement at Rajips instruction, but instead of taking his personal sound projector out and holding it ready in his hand, he walks over to the larger emitter and lifts/grabs/takes it in tow.

"*oof!* I got this." Kaspar says, taking the larger device "Sargeant, you want any particular order going through the 'gate?"

Feeling pretty pleased with herself at being right about the lack of transmission of sound through a Stargate, Hilda checked her sonic emitter and switched it to standby. The warrior skald was wholly ready to start blasting sound at monsters. 'Yes, sir.'

Then her blue eyes alighted on the larger version, and if she'd learned anything on Midgard it was that bigger was better. She approached old man Kaspar, who seemed intent on struggling with it himself. 'Maybe I should take that?' she suggested. After all, he'd marvelled at her strength the last time.
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In reply to Hilda (msg # 152):

Kaspar -- who realized that he needed to cut-back on the pierogis and hit the gym a little more often -- was already starting to sweat, after only a few moments under the combined weight of his SGC gear and the large sonic emitter.

"Ah...yes, certainly. Thank you, Hilda." Kaspar agreed, handing the device over, "Surely your younger...reflexes...would make better use of this device, should we suddenly need it. Thank you."

Once divested of the device, Kaspar produces a kerchief, removes his helmet and wipes the damp from his brow. Then he replaces the helmet on his head and, as he puts the kerchief back in a pocket, looks again at Rajip.

"Right. Ready when you are, Sargeant."

OOC: Darn. I was certain I had posted already.



Rajip watched the Major as the man was getting to put himself in order after his show of apparently lacking strength. Then again, the Cimmerian was built like quite a few men could only hope they would be. He nodded.

"It looks like we've got nothing to worry about while passing through the gate now, so let's just be done with it already. Major, Vasandra, cross before Hilda in case she had trouble with holding on to the device upon arrival."

With that he turned back and stepped into the glistening surface.



OOC: Vasandra, you still log in so I take it you're ready to get into play. As for Gavin, the guy has apparently vanished... And since the GM hasn't answered our Asgard's question yet, I think it's better to ignore that. Good idea, though.

Just because I overslept a bit is no reason to get snippy! I was up all night with Rhonda working on those sonic emitters you are waving around like John Wayne!


Gavin hurries into the Gate Room, having hastily grabbed his gear from Supply, just in time to watch Rajip trying to shoot the event horizon. He'd heard of someone on Earth named Rube Goldberg and briefly wondered if Rajip was trying to replicate that individual's remarkable feats.

"Just remember that the appearance of the wormhole on the other side doesn't extend all the way down to the floor," Gavin cautions. "There's a gap there that's the height of the ring edge, so we could be stepping out into slime."

"Fortunately, the cameras show it's clear. However, if someone does step into the slime, shoot them immediately! With the sound guns, I mean. We don't know how aggressive the slime is once it finds food, or whether the sound guns will work once it starts feeding. Let's try to keep from finding out the hard way."

The large sonic emitter is maybe the size of a laptop computer, but a little thicker. It has rather dense components, though, so it's a tad heavy. It's more awkward than anything.

It could be mounted on top of the hoverchair (I've been picturing it like a high-back office chair). The hoverchair could handle the weight but it'd make it rather top heavy. It'd also be harder to aim... not that it needs much.

FYI: none of the emitters operate continuously. They have an on/off switch and an activation button or trigger.

With a smirk at Kaspar's posturing, Hilda took the heavy device without effort, one-handed, and switched it to standby. The Cimmerian had also recently qualified in rifles and tactical weapons, so hefting a big fricking gun also appealed.

She clutched it tight to her body, not about to let Rajip's doubts come true. 'I will not drop it.' she vowed, a little annoyed that he feared she would, and further annoyed that she would be among the last through the Ring of Stars. She was used to charging in the first wave, to standing in the shield wall, so being relegated to the back was an affront to her courage. Or she could give up the big sonic emitter, but it was too late for that now. She would cross only a heartbeat after Vasandra.

For once, knowing others would be moving about ahead of her on the other side, Hilda walked slowly through the event horizon—

"Welcome back, SG-X3!" General Hammond greets the team as they emerge from the wormhole.

"Unless you have something of immediate importance to report, please head straight to the infirmary so that Dr. Frasier can examine you and clear you."

"After that, you can relax a bit. I'll see you then in the Briefing Room in, say, an hour?"

  Thorne was glad to be back on Earth, even though it was another underground complex. But still, it was home, unlike the alien complex, it was familiar. "It is good to be back General. I will give you a full report soon, but suffice it to say there is a massive underground complex.." He gestured around him at the Gate room and beyond as he continued, "..that dwarf's this place and so far it seems to be uninhabited by living beings, though we still have much to explore. There are two groups of opposing avian sentient beings that live on the surface of the planet, but they appear to worship the entrance area to the complex as home to the gods."

"Welcome back, SG-X2!" the General addressed to team. "If you have nothing of immediate importance to report, you know the drill. Report to the infirmary for Dr. Frasier to clear you medically."

"I'll see you in the briefing room in 90 minutes, barring any problems."

Fox waits briefly for the Team Commander to say some thing.
What ever happens he salutes the CO

"Well, if you made a promise, Travis, then we'll get you back there one way or another," Major Dillon says to Travis before turning his attention to General Hammond.

"Hello, General. The good news is there is technology. The bad news is that it's old and mostly uninhabited. It's also advanced, maybe beyond anything we can use," he reports.

"Travis needs to go back soon... unfinished business."

"Also in the bad news category, but maybe also the good news category, there is Goa'uld there named Crom. Claims to be an exile. He's got almost no technology or resources that we could see. Although he's not a Tok'ra, he may actually be a 'good'... or at least not-all-bad... Goa'uld."

"Believe me, it's even crazier than it sounds!"

"Anyway, General, there is nothing that needs immediate attention, so we'll head to the Infirmary."

He heads out of the Gate Room, gesturing to the rest of his team to follow.

In reply to Joshua Dillon (msg # 163):

Fox nods gratefully, "thank you Sir."
"I am afraid it is a part of my make up that some times drops me in the muck heap". Fox follows the rest of the team to medical

In reply to Travis Fox (msg # 164):

Jackie waits to be dismissed to the infirmary.

Kyle smiled at the General.

"There are some ancient ruins, nothing to do with Cron or his cliff-dwellers. It includes a magnificent information store, but you kind of need to know what to ask for to get anything out of it..."

He waves his hands about.

"... makes it a bit difficult to find out new stuff because you don't have the right questions to ask."

He follows the others out of the Gate Room, and ducks into the first men's room that he sees, before proceeding down to the Infirmary as directed.

After getting their weapons, SG-X3 filters into the Gate Room. Suddenly alarm klaxons sound as the gate begins to activate.

"Unscheduled gate activity!" is the announcement, followed by, "Incoming wormhole!" Everyone goes to high alert status. Half a dozen fully armed men quickly rush into the Gate Room, weapons drawn, and take up defensive stances and positions.

The gate completes its dialing and the funnel of the wormhole effect swooshes out into the room. As it settles back into the 'sheet of water' effect of the even horizon, the speakers make another announcement.

"It's SG-6... returning from P37-62X!"

"Open the iris!" General Hammond directs, while a simultaneous 'all clear' signal is broadcast to SG-6.

A moment later, SG-6 steps out of the wormhole.

As soon as the last of the six-man team steps out of the wormhole, the gate 'closes', followed by the iris closing.

"SG-5, stand down," Hammond announces. The armed men shoulder their weapons and file back out of the room.

"Watch out for booby-traps!" Major Matthews, the SG-6 team commander, comments to Randall as he notices SG-X3. "The Creighton Octagon is full of them."


It takes a few minutes for everyone's nerves to settle back down and the stargate routine to return to normal.


"Scheduled gate activation for SG-8... commencing now."

Then the gate starts to move, and the mantra begins. "Chevron one engaged. Chevron two engaged..."

When all six chevrons have engaged, the event horizon forms in the appearance of a vertical puddle inside the gate.

A moment later, another announcement is made.

"MALP is still active. No change in the environment is noted. SG-8 is a go!"

The other SG team that was in the Gate Room then files through the wormhole.


Barely 2 minutes later, the sequence begins again.


"Commencing dialing sequence for P5P-82Z."

Once again the stargate's inner circle spins and the routine beings.

"Chevron one engaged..."

One by one, all six chevrons are locked in and engaged. When the sequence is completed, the wormhole is once again established, only this time, it's another outgoing one.

The MALP is sent through first.

"Receiving telemetry from the MALP... status unchanged."

"SG-X3," General Hammond then announces, "you are a go."

----> From the Armoury

Having made their way back up here from the armoury, Sarah stands ready and waiting for the gate activation sequence to complete.  She not normally the first or indeed last person through the gate, but she is ready with her backpack shouldered.

<<<From Armory<<<

Vektor follows Sarah into the gate room as the odd mix of calm and excitement start building in his stomach. The instant the alarms go off, Vektor has his weapon in both hands and the safety/selector switch goes from safe to semi, but when a group of obviously highly trained men rush in decked out for a full assault, he switches back to safe and lets SG-5 handle the situation.

He breathes a sigh of relief when the all clear sounds, and nods at SG-5 as they leave. Noting Major Matthews comment to his CO, Sannis files the information away for future use, as he's not sure what or where Creighton Octagon is.

He stares in wonder and excitement as the Gate Chevrons lock in one by one for his first mission, but when the general gives the order, all of the extra emotions and thoughts disipate and the clear mind of a combat veteran takes over. He watches Major Thorne for some kind of indication as to what position he should take and when he should proceed through the gate.

"On your order, Sir" he says to Thorne.

<<From Armoury<<

Alynita now having completed her journey to the gate room listens all that is said.  She knows that in the order of things she should not be first through the gate unless bade to do so this definitely not her first time.

Having been promoted to Captain after the last mission... well, it was still going on, apparently... he was now the team leader for the secondary team heading to Aerielle... a team of geeks.

He still had Eddie Dean and Blaine Saunders as his military support, both enlisted. And the techies: Dr. Addison Bryce, Dr. Karen Moneghan, and Dr. Kuro Katsumoto.

Although the Gate Room was fairly large, he waited until the rest of the team went through, re-established communication with the bird-folk and cleared off of the pad, before ushering his team in.

Command was still monitoring the MALP transmission, so they'd signal him when it was clear.

He'd found that it was way too easy to lose track of time when he was studying things found on the other side of the gates. Apparently, Daniel Jackson had the same problem.

And so it had happened again. He was still struggling to get his backpack on as he hustled into the Gate Room and up the ramp to the Gate. He didn't even hesitate on stepping through the 'pool of water' that was the event horizon of the wormhole.

OOC: I was waiting to hear back about my equipment and armory items..
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Sarah checks her watch once again.  It wasn't normal for Randall to be late.  She'd have to make a point of highlighting that the civilians were on time and waiting on the military!  This, of course, was not always the norm but she's had her fair share of being 'hurried up' to know she couldn't miss the opportunity.

Lucas entered the gate room a bit winded and in a rush. He looked at the others sheepishly as he he noticed the clock he was running behind. "Sorry, I got turned around, and those guys at the laundromat are no help with directions. It won't happen again."

When the team departs through the Stargate, he will hesitate before stepping through, then follow his teammates.
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SG-X2 members take advantage of their brief delay before they can return to do personal things... rest, eat, whatever. The three hours pass all too quickly, though, once they get over their impatience to return.

Unless you have different equipment you want to get, you don't need to post in the Supply or Armory threads. You can just show up here.


By the time you get to the Gate Room, there is already another team in place... the medical team with the body on life support.

Kyle turned up munching on a banana. Even when wearing issue fatigues and carrying a weapon he somehow managed to look completely unmilitary.

In reply to Kyle McGuinness (msg # 177):

Fox walks in looks around and goes to parade rest by the door and waits
he makes no comment unless spoken to he seems to an observer to have with drawn into him self. As if he is worried about offending people more than he has done already

Kyle grins and waves.

"Hello, Travis. Ready for another little jaunt?"

Travis nods his eyes on the stretcher.
Always am though I doubt the Stat gate command is really ready for me
Travis shakes his head "one day I must take you lot to the White mountain and let you see what lies under what the public sees, I wonder then if you would understand"

Fox smiles slightly

"YOu know I wish I could explain what I saw and felt with out sounding mad. it real would help"

"I don't think you're nuts. Want to try telling me about it?" said Kyle. He knew there was plenty out there that he didn't understand, and wasn't prepared to dismiss anything out of hand.

Fox considers what Kyle has said, then replies in the same soft voice. "Kyle I walk in two worlds with the Soldier Special forces side of me having the upper hand". "The world of my ancestors rides on my shoulders that of the desert warrior".
"When the army first came to the white Mountain under the command of Captain John Barry, he was encouraged to see what the elders wanted him to see."
"A pastoral group of apaches, the elders new then that if the Apache were to survive the onslaught we must walk two paths the white mans and ours".
"We  as a people became the army scouts and advisors on the lands, then when the left in the early 1920's we were still there our teaching our history and culture largely intact". "Like the Navaho our friends we had bent with the storm absorbing its fury and diverting it to a new path".
"Truly still on our lands the spirit way thrives untouched and reaching back to the first days when ' the One Who Lives Above' placed the first one upon the land to now".

Fox gazes into space I am Kyle a half trained Medicine man". "I could not hold the path and so I had to leave, and become the warrior."
"I do not fully know what is happening, but what I have reported is the truth as I understand it."

"That all makes sense to me," said Kyle. "It's fascinating, actually. When you next go home, would you ask your elders if they'd... uh... be open to permitting scholarly study of their ways. I'd love to know more about your people, but only if they are happy about it."

In reply to Kyle McGuinness (msg # 183):

Jackie smiles.

"Yeah I can understand. I, as well, walk two worlds. I have a Ph.D. in Archaeology."
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Fox considers the body being monitored in front of them on the trolley. "and says it is strange, the sight here of this body and what we intend to do with it fills one side of me with alarm."
"It gets way to close to the Navaho teachings of the skin walkers."
"But the rational SF side of me sees it as a reasonable use of a body who's mind has departed".
 "Wonder what is holding the rest of the team up"
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In reply to Travis Fox (msg # 185):

Jackie smiles softly.

" It is close to your Skinwalker mythology. Very close. It is also close to Zombies and wraiths from Europeam pre chtistian traditions. It helps us if we think about it was his choice to become disembodied to save the knowledge of his people. And now he wants to share it with the Tau'ri. "

"Just hold your horses, Travis," Jason says as he walks into the Gate Room. "I was rounding up our newbie. He was in Supply trying to bring the whole damn store!"

"This is Al Parker," he adds as the mentioned newbie walks in behind him.

"Where the body goes, he goes. He's the mil-tech in charge of corpses apparently."

"And the Major is having a last minute confab with the Big Cheese."

"Relax. We got plenty of time. If they have to reschedule, I'm sure the planet will still be there."


Although he introduced the newbie to the others, it doesn't seem to occur to him that he should introduce the others to the newbie.

In reply to Jackie Carter (msg # 186):

Fox nods agreeing.
" it is the one problem with Mythology, vs fantasy vs lore. In that the person living with in the Lore of their people accepts what they are told as reality. While to an out sider it can be any of the three.

It is some thing that we are going to have to learn to accept out there on other planets.
One thing I did learn though that had not occurred to me is that there is another grouping of races out there called the ancients.
"I asked the library to teach me an ancient language, it did but the language refers to the ancients"
he turns looks at the Med tech. "Hi welcome to the team"

"Hi," Parker replies to Travis. "Actually, the name is Alexander Parker, but you can call me Al. And, yes, I've heard all the jokes about the song."

"I considered going by Alex, even Xander, but they just didn't sound like me."

"I've been roped in to wrangle this body to your 'ghost in the machine'. It's an option. We're also bringing along a reasonably sophisticated computer in case that's Sarnak's choice. Just FYI, the computer has a self-destruct system that can be detonated from a distance, or after a certain time has passed without receiving a signal. It's not wired into the computer, so it can't be hacked."

"This is just in case Sarnak doesn't turn out to be what he says, but also in case the computer gets lost or stolen. Don't want it falling into the wrong hands."

"Hello. I'm Kyle McGuinness, an archaeologist. Good to meet you, Al."

He was wondering what the fellow meant about the song. Nothing came to mind that linked the name 'Alexander Parker' with any song he'd heard.

 Fox looks confused for a moment but says nothing. hearing about the body he nods, "good that is one thing that worried me, while I do not believe that Sarnak is dangerous he could become so"

At that moment, the major walked into the Gate Room. Although he'd checked out everyone's file when he was assigned the team, he still gave everyone a quick once-over to make sure they were all properly attired and equipped.

"It's the waiting I hate," he commented to his team to relieve the tension that was slowly growing while they waited.

He glanced at the 'warm body' on the gurney. He didn't really understand how a Goa'uld or a Tok'ra could take over someone's mind and yet leave that mind intact... mostly. Although he was assured that the mind of the body they were taking through was gone, he couldn't help wondering what would happen if Sarnak did transfer into the body and then the original mind 'woke up'.

He was quite prepared to kill the body regardless of what mind was inside. It was one of those 'hard decisions' that had to be made.

"Five minutes to gate activation, SG-X2," he announced. "Last minute check... got all your gear?"

Fox stands there calmly awaits orders from the commander, ready to go when ordered
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In reply to Travis Fox (msg # 193):
Jackie double checks her equipment.
"Check, Colonel.

After the announcement Al glances at those assembled. They all seem to be standing around as if waiting for an elevator. Yeah he had read more than a few of the mission reports and attended the briefing but he knew something obvious was escaping his grasp. Following the LTC's order he begins to cautiously look over his gear.

The five minutes pass without incident, and then it's time for the gate to be activated to take the team back to X82-37R, otherwise known as Waterfallter or Croma.

As usual, the MALP goes through first. The image it sends back show the area around the gate to be unchanged from before. The waterfall is still there.

The MALP shows a dozen of the otterfolk take to the slide that carries them down to the pool of water near the gate. They slip into the water at the bottom without a splash, but don't immediately surface. They are waiting to see who comes through the gate.

Apparently Crom is watching the gate and recognizes the source code. A bell starts ringing, and the otterfolk in the water surface and gather around the gate.

"It looks like they are ready to welcome us," said Kyle, who was eager to get going.

"Jason, bring up the rear, after all the other teams have come through," the Lieutenant Colonel directs, after he's finished scanning the image of the other side.

"Yes, they do," he agrees with Kyle. "There's no reason they shouldn't. We helped them, and we haven't done anything against them."

This was the part he was always going to hate--stepping through the stargate. Not because of the effect or sensation but because it was a one-way trip, at least temporarily. If things turned bad on the other side, he couldn't turn around and come back.

Someone had to be first, though, so he stepped forward...

Switching mentally to Greek, Kyle followed.

Fox stands by the body transporter watching events as they unfold

Hearing no apprehension in anyone's voice Al forces himself to return to a state of controlled anxiety. Sliding the gear back into place Al moves along side the gurney to help direct the body through. It has absolutely nothing to do with having something else solid to hold on to.

In reply to Alexander Parker (msg # 201):

Jackie enjoying the ride of the stargate steps through happily.

" Once more into the breach my compatriots. Cowabunga! "

Michael walked into the massive room, and seeing this "Stargate" for the first time he was shocked how simple it looked but also by the sheer size of it, he had already grabbed everything for his first trip through to another world, he had read a lot of reports trying to prepare himself for what lies ahead, yet he knew that the only way to truly understand the whole thing is to just do it, he awaits the rest of his team and the other team being led by a Major Brooks, he had only just briefly met Brooks, but he seemed to be a good officer, but who knows how anyone will react to this type of a situation.  He stood there watching the doors and waiting for the rest of both his and SGX-5 to join him, so the could head out.

Eric stopped a few feet from the gate room and looked over the gear he was given for the mission and tried to ensure he hadn't overlooked or forgotten anything.  Satisfied with his own gear he looked along the hallway for any sign of his team and shrugged assuming they may have already been in the gate room or were going to be there shortly.

Taking a single calming breath he made his way into the gate room itself and as expected he was almost awestruck as he first laid eyes on the device.  Whatever he had heard or read about the device hadn't prepared him for it's size or what to expect when it was actually activated, though the later would have to wait until his team was assembled and in the room.  After a few seconds of looking at the gate he looked around the room and noticed Lieutenant Colonel Thomas was already in the room apparently waiting for his team as well.

He made his way over to the other officer and stopped a few feet in front of him.  "Colonel Thomas, it seems we're both suffering from waiting for our teams.  In the mean time do you have any preference as to which of our teams go through this gate first once our teams are here and ready to go?"  He asked casually as he reached up with a free hand and adjusted the baseball style cap on his head even though it wasn't needed.

Michael saw the first of the 2 teams come in the leader of the second team in fact, he wondered what could be taking the others, but kind of shrugged it off for the time being, when Major Brooks walked up towards him, he listened  to what he had to say, but an answer was not as quick as some may hope for.

"I do not know right off hand Major, I mean this is both your and mine first trip through the Gate, from what I understand we are there for a peaceful trip, so which team goes through first I am not sure it matters. I just suggest that when we go through as soon as we get our bearing back, a defensive set up should be maintained until we know there is no hostiles on the other side."

He looked around, then back up into the control area as he waited on the rest of both teams. "Are we expecting anyone on the other end of this to meet us there when we do get through?"

Eric shrugged not sure if the question was directed toward him or simply rhetorical, he opted to give a response regardless.  "Well the general didnt specify from what I could tell as far as any kind of welcome party we'd meet with on the other end ofthe gate.  Though I think you're probably right that with this being both our first times through this thing it might be better we wrok as a slightly larger unit to make a perimeter on the other side until we get our bearings and decide where our respective teams will go from there."

Nevertheless he allowed his gaze to follow Michael's and turned around to look at the control room for a few seconds.  Without knowledge of how the gate actually worked or where his team was he turned his attention toward the door and took an at ease stance as he waited for the rest of the two respective teams to arrive in the gate room.

"We can keep the gate open for 38 minutes," General Hammond announced from up in the control room, "so there's no need to rush through."

"SG-X3 will go through first as they are familiar with the Avians and have already established a working relationship."

"SG-X5 will go through next, Colonel Thomas, as you'll be the cultural team interacting with the Avians. You'll also try to find out if one of the Avians can act as a guide for SG-X4... the seismology team. It'll certainly be a lot easier if an Avian can point out paths, potential rockslides, and other such problems."

"Gate activation in... 2 minutes."
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As everyone waits for the gate, SG-X3 shows up. They were in a debriefing and then re-supplying.


The gate activates, and SG-X3 goes through, followed by SG-X5 and then SG-X4.

Unless SG-X2 has anything different to get from Supply or the Armory (you should post in those threads if you do), then the team reports to the Gate Room for the next mission.

"Gate activation in five minutes," the duty officer announces.

Kyle turns up. He's never quite mastered the military look, even if they have coerced him into a uniform rather than the tan cargo pants and hiking boots that did fine for his entire archaeological career up to now. A backpack contains his normal field kit.

After Sarah and Lucky get to the Gate Room, they have only a minute to wait before the scheduled gate activation sequence begins.

"Schedule gate activation to X2U-238 commencing now."

An alarm klaxon begins to sound, notifying everyone of imminent gate activation to make sure they get and stay out of the way of the wormhole materialization. The inner dial spins seven times, each time stopping with a new symbol under the upper chevron, which then moves down over the symbol to register it. One of the side chevrons then lights up each time. Finally, the seventh spin stops at the top chevron, it moves to register, and then it retracts and lights up. 1.2 seconds later, the conic bubble of the materializing event horizon appears for 3 seconds, and then settles back into the water-like vertical plane of the event horizon.

"You are clear to go," General Hammond announces from the observation room on the upper level of the Gate Room command.

Sarah, standing at the bottom of the ramp, gives those in the control room a smile and wave before stepping forward - first - and walking towards the gate.  She'd seen Lucky's previous trip and wanted to give him the chance to go second so as not to rush him.   All would be well!  Stepping forward she vanished into the liquid surface.

Once the chevrons locked and the wormhole appeared, Lucky turned to salute as they were cleared, then turned back just in time to see Sarah about to enter the wormhole. shaking his head, he started up the ramp, pausing for a deep breath and closing his eyes before stepping through.

Shuffling around his new field outfit, he walks up the the ramp in front of the stargate, and, remaining still, throws his hand up into a salute.

"Sir!,Technical Sergeant Ward Reporting for Embarkation, Sir!"

He stares at the gate in wonder, imagining the world he was about to step into
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Karen grabs her gear and weapons and joins the other recruit in the gate room.

"Sir! Staff Sergeant Stewart reporting for duty, Sir! "

She glances at the man next to her and then back to the gate.

"You might want to step away from the gate until it is activated," General Hammond calls over the intercomm from the command room that overlooks the Gateroom.

"You'll need to take charge of the FRED, Sergeant Ward. We can control it from here, of course, but only until the gate closes."

"Gate activation in... 2 minutes."

"Once the gate opens, we'll radio ahead to SG-X2 and let them know you are coming. If we can't reach them, we'll send a drone through first to survey the site. If it looks normal, it may mean that SG-X2 is just out of range."

"I'll leave it up to you two to decide then if you still want to go through."

 " Sir! Yes Sir!" Karen steps away from the gate. "Understood Sir."

The gate address is activated on the computer and the gate ring begins its spin, locking in the 7 chevrons one by one.

The event horizon is formed, which whooshes out in the unstable energy vortex, lasting for 2 seconds before collapsing back into the 'puddle' of the wormhole.

"SGC to SG-X2. This is General Hammond. Do you copy? I am sending two additional people through to assist you, along with additional supplies." The message is transmitted through the wormhole.

Karen stands ready for the order to move out.

John Follows suit, acknowledging that he will take over command of FRED once through the gate

"Ready to go through sir!"

With almost no delay, a response came back.

"This is Bjorn, General. We copy. Everything's green here. Send them on through. Watch out for the Degra, though. That's the horde of vicious little creatures that we observed through the drone. I'll meet them outside... just in case."

Hammond looked at his techs up in the control as they verified the radio signal and the voice. Once they gave the nod, the General return to the intercom.

"Alright, Karen and John, that's a go. Proceed through the gate."

Message comes through the gate.

" Stargate Command, this is SG-X2 Major Carter speaking. We need Emergency Medical Evac ASAP. "

"Copy that, Major Carter," General Hammond replies over the radio.

"How many injured? What condition are they in?"

While he waits for Carter to reply, he switches on the intercomm.

"SG-X3 and Lieutenant McKeon! Report to the Gate Room ASAP!"

---->>>> From Infirmary

 Lizzy will run into the Gate Room with her med kit , and she will actually see the Gate for the first time, she will look at this after she needs to find out why she was called so she can get ready for it.

 She goes to the General and says," Lt. McKeon reporting as ordered Sir, what do we have Sir?"

In reply to _General Hammond (msg # 224):

" One injured and incapacitated, two additional possibly infected but not incapacitated. Also bringing in an alien that calls their race Minotaur. They are tauroid but well you can see when we get there. "

"Copy that, Major," Hammond replies to Carter. "Are you bringing them through now, or do you need us to send someone through to assist?"


To SG-X3 and Lizzy, he then says:

"Sannis, give Doctor McKeon your vest and radio. Unless needed on the other side, you'll remain here on guard."

 Lizzy takes and puts on the vest and takes the radio, " Whatever you need me to do Sir, do we have a quarantine facility Sir?" Lizzy will get ready for anything, with where they go who knows what they could bring back, her background at the Navy CDC will come in handy at this job for sure.

Lucas arrived as the gate room on Dr. McKeon's heels, wishing he had not checked all his gear in. "I take it this is a grab and go sir? Get them out, worry about letting the docs reating once we get back?"

"Yes, we have a quarantine facility, plus this entire base is capable of quarantine, as is the Gate Room itself," Hammond replies.

"Our experiences so far have indicated that there's little out there that's naturally dangerous to us, since the Ancients and the Goa'uld have transplanted humans all over the galaxy."

"There might be a mutation now and then, or an artificially created virus, but we have learned our lesson the hard way."

At Lucky's arrival, the General smiled.

"Technically, you've been reassigned to SG-X1, Sergeant Wheeler. But glad to have you here anyway. Status is currently pending."

Lizzy would get ready for incoming, she just looked at the shimmering portal, that traveled to other worlds, wow pretty awesome. " Very good Sir, just getting prepared for the worse Sir. We might want to at least seal the Gate Room until we know what we are dealing with Sir."

 Lizzy did feel like she was being followed and then when she found out she was being followed, Lizzy would turn to Sergeant Wheeler nod and say," Dr. McKeon first day here."

"Sorry General, I misunderstood our attachment to SG-X1 after Aerielle was temporary." Lucky replied, his cheeks flushing a bit with embarrassment. Still, since he was not dismissed or sent back to rest, he was mainly just happy to be able to help. He nodded politely as the Doctor introduced herself, "Gunnery Sergeant Lucas Wheeler, but everyone calls me either Gunny or Lucky."

 Lizzy smiles humm Lucky huh, Lizzy will wait and not say anything else until the General said what they where to do next.

It takes a few minutes, but SG-X2 starts coming through the gate.

Carter helps Bjorn through the gate, followed by Stewart.

Hendricks, Ward and McGuinness come through then carrying/dragging a Minotaur.

And the gate shuts down a minute later.

 Lizzy will wait till they are all through and then heads towards them and says," Who is injured what do we have here I am Dr. McKeon."

Jackie blinks for a second.

" Bjorn and the Minotaur are injured, um, Doctor. "

Jackie then straightens her uniform and composes herself.

“Hypoxia. Bjorn lost consciousness and his blood ox level dropped to 90. The Minotaur was exposed for much longer. Not sure what’s in the gas that’s causing the issue, but I did bring back samples.” She looks at the new Doctor. “Hi Doc. United States Air Force Staff Sergeant Karen Stewart para-rescue.” She’s says as she double checks the blood ox monitor. “Bjorn’s been on the mask for about 15. Blood ox is back up to 96. Kyle and Coleman were also exposed. Kyle’s blood ox only dropped to 98, Coleman’s dropped to 96. Coleman was also previously exposed. Technically I was too, when I grabbed the sample, but was wearing gloves.””

 Lizzy will head to Bjorn and begin a quick assessment of his condition, as she looked over Bjorn she would say," Thank you Staff Sergeant Stewart, United States Navy Lieutenant Elizabeth McKeon you can call me Lizzy. Yes the samples will help immensely." She will check out Bjorn and the Minotaur closely and see if their is anything that jumps out at her.

 Lizzy will then say, " Very good, get the Minotaur and Bjorn to the Infirmary immediately, everyone else needs to be checked out as well." Lizzy will stay with Bjorn checking his vitals and his condition as they get ready to head to the infirmary.

"Kyle McGuinness. I'm fine thank you," said Kyle, who didn't like seeing the medics even when he was ill, never mind when he wasn't!

He stood back to let the medics cart Bjorn and the minotaur off, then headed off to the archaelogy section to organise all the notes he'd brought back into something coherent.

 Lizzy while checking on Born and the Minotaur she would look at Kyle, and she would say,Mr. McGuinness you will please report to the infirmary as well,you where exposed to a known gas we have to make sure you are all clean. That is an order Mr. McGuinness.

 Lizzy wouldn't skip a beat as she got the others ready for transport.
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In reply to Elizabeth 'Lizzy' McKeon (msg # 240):

Jackie using all her discipline to not seem flustered as she walks to the infirmary.

"Minotaur? Right." Lucky repeated after Dr. McKeon and helped get the alien on the gurney. He looked at Kyle, "This will go a lot easier if you cooperate and get it over with."  Then merely shook his head as  the scientist stormed off, tempted to say something but held his tongue. "Doc, does our visitor go to the infirmary or does he get special quarters?"

In reply to Lucas Wheeler (msg # 242):

Jackie sits there waiting.

 Lizzy will look at Lucky and say,I would bring the Minotaur to the Infirmary first just to be safe.

 Lizzy will then ask Bjorn how he is feeling and what his symptoms are,as she goes with him on a gurney to the Infirmary.

Karen follows the group down. "Just so you know, the Minotaurs speak Latin. If you need a translator, Kyle, Ward or myself can do that." She adds as she walks. "Shoot. I forgot to ask Tauranchula this one's name." She shakes her head. "There's one other back there, Ershak. He'd been exposed for a week and was still alive." She looks at Lucas. "Oh. Hello by the way."

 Lizzy would look at Karen smile and say, " Thank you I speak Latin, my parents made me when I went into the medical field."  Lizzy would make sure Bjorn and the Minotaur where ready for transport, and she said," Okay lets move everyone to the Infirmary, all members of SG-X2 as well. "

 Lizzy will then have the two gurneys wheeled too the Infirmary. She will follow them down to the Infirmary, keeping a close eye on Bjorn as they went.

----->>>>> The Infirmary

Kyle grinned and changed course towards the infirmary, his nose still buried in his notes.

Lucky was watching Major Carter when SSgt Stewart caught him off guard, "Hi. Looks like you had an interview trip." As he made small talk. His disposition lightened and he offered a slight smile, before starting to push the gurney with the minotaur.



--To Infirmary-->

"Schedule gate activation in 42 minutes," came the intercom announcement in the gate room. It was meant to warn anyone who was working in the gate room that the wormhole would open and that they needed to make sure they were clear of that area.

"Outbound gate to X3F-1622 for team SG-X2," the announcement continued.


By the time SG-X2 began to arrive at the gate room, a FRED was already there. It had an extended stretcher mounted on the top that held an unconscious Minotaur.

"He's still unconscious," Dr. Frasier explained to Coleman and Lizzy when they arrived. "He was exposed to the drug for a much longer period of time than any of the rest of your team, so it's taking him a lot longer to flush it out of his system."

"I could have sped that up some, but then he might have woken in a strange place. I've been monitoring him, though. He should regain consciousness in about another hour. However, without knowing more about Minotaur physiology, I can't say if there will be any long-term effects. I don't think so, but I'm not sure. The most I expect he'll experience might be some temporary amnesia."

Kyle turned up about 10 minutes before they were due to leave, still clutching his notes which were in slightly better order. He'd picked up a couple of new notebooks and extra SD cards for his camera.

Somewhere along the way he'd lost his hat.

In reply to Kyle McGuinness (msg # 250):

----> From Supply ---->

Jackie picks up Kyle's hat and hands it to him without saying anything.

------->>>>>> From Supply

 Lizzy comes in all ready to go she will listen to the Doctor, Lizzy will smile at Kyle and Jackie after the good Doctor's talk.
Lizzy will wait for further orders, she was a little nervous since she had no clue what to expect. She will say to the General," Sir I do not know what to expect I have had no briefing other than what I know from a medical standpoint Sir?"

"Thanks," said Kyle, taking the hat. He hadn't noticed it had gone, he didn't care for them much. Oh, he could see a need for a helmet in combat, but not a soft one. What did that add?

The General is up in the control room, not down on the Gate Room floor, but Lizzy's question is direct up to him.

He replies: "My apologies for that, Doctor, but sometimes things move a bit fast around here. Other times, it's a waiting game."

"There's nothing I can add that Dr. Frasier didn't already explain to you or that Lieutenant Colonel Hendricks can't brief you on."

Jason geared up, grabbed his weapons from the Armory and made it to the Gate Room with plenty of time to spare... and just in time to hear the General's reply to Doctor McKeon.

"Oh, hello there, Doctor," he said to Lizzy. "Are you on Special Assignment or have you been assigned to our team?"

When she replies, he informs her of what happened so far.

"I don't recall what got us interested in this gate address at first, but we discovered some... well, we think it's advanced technology. They have these handguns that fire bolts of lightning... apparently powered by some sort of crystal technology. Kind of like the crystals of the gate and that the Tok'ra use."

"We're still investigating that aspect. But, these Minotaurs have lost the knowledge behind them; they just know how to use them."

"The minotaurs are friendly. We think they've had stargate visitors before."

"Besides the chemical fog we ran into in the upper level of the arcology, there are two other dangers. First, there's a wind of some sort that blows down off the mountains. It's at least dangerous to the Minotaurs; we haven't stepped in it yet, so we don't what it will do to us. Best defense is simply not be be outside when it blows."

"We're not even sure what this wind is... chemicals, bacteria, virus... it might even be alive."

"The second threat is the psychors. These are insect-like creatures that feed off the crystals. They are inside the tower. Kyle was able to make mental contact with them. Convinced them we meant them no harm. They attack the mind. They thought we were invading their territory and their feeding grounds."

"That's it in a nutshell."

 Lizzy nodded and listened to the General and then Jason spoke, when asked about her assignment she will respond," Unsure Sir, was just told I was going along SSgt. "

 Lizzy thinks about everything he said and will say," Very good, we have the suits for the fog but I want to limit time in the fog just for safety sake as well. As far as this wind I would love to get close and get some samples. It could be a number of things." Lizzy seemed excited about investigating the wind.

"There's no guarantee that these dry suits will protect us from this wind," Jason replies, "so I'd rather figure out a way to examine it that doesn't involve entering it."

"Perhaps we can send the FRED into it to take a sample."

Now, they just had to wait for the gate to open. That was always the hardest part. He remembered that when he had to wait back in school that his mother told him to recite the multiplication tables... silently, of course. Oddly, he couldn't remember if it had ever worked.

Of course, he was well passed that these days. He had a better way to pass the time--replay the mission in his mind in case there was something they had missed... overlooked... forgot... or whatever.

 Lizzy nodded and said," Yes that is true SSgt, sorry have to remember these new worlds will be very different. Yes sending the FRED I assume is safe SSgt."
Lizzy will wait to see how this Gate works in person she was excited and her heart was beating hard.

In reply to Elizabeth 'Lizzy' McKeon (msg # 258):

Jackie smiles as she notices Lizzy watching the gate.

" Truth be told, the Gate is the greatest ride ever imagined. "

Kyle was grinning. He thoroughly enjoyed the Gate. Whoever had thought that up could make a killing at fairground rides.

Nothing comes up in the intervening wait time, so, when the scheduled time arrives, another announcement--"Gate activation in 30 seconds!"--is a final warming and also informs everyone that it's right on schedule.

The gate sequence is dialed and, when the final symbol is locked in, the wormhole whooshes outward for a second before it settles back into the puddle of water.

After the control room signals OK, Coleman is the first through the gate to make sure it is safe on the other side because they wouldn't send the FRED with the unconscious Minotaur on it through into danger.

Once Coleman signals it's okay, Jason pilots the FRED up the ramp and through the gate.

That leaves Kyle, Karen, Lizzy and Carter.
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 Lizzy will double check everything, the opening of the Gate was amazing, she stood there marveling at the gate. Coleman went first you just walk right into it Lizzy noted, then Jason pilots the FRED through the gate.

 Lizzy will walk up the ramp to the gate, look at the open Gate, take a deep breath and she will walk through the gate, as she does she will say ," Here goes Nothing...." She was so scared and excited all at the same time as she was shunted to another world.

------->>>>>> To X3F-1622: Petropolis (SG-X2)

[From Supply]

Having gathered her things, Sarah made her way to the gate room.   As per SGC standard, she wore the usual uniform though as per normal, she wore no rank insignia.   She appears to have packed 'light' though still carried a backpack.  She has no obvious weaponry.

While she waits for the others to arrive, she pulls out a tablet and begins flicking through the various images and such captures during the previous foray through the gate.  A refresher of sorts....
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Jackie follows Lizzy in.

----> X3F-1622: Petropolis
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Being the Marine she is where early is on time and on time is late Naseem was already in the gate room when Sarah came in. She was going last minute checks on her gear before they deployed.

She nodded when Sarah walked in. "Ma'am. Ready for another go at this? I know I am."

She appeared to have the same gear she did last time and was checking her magazines, Zat, and ribbon device. Her staff weapon was resting across her lap.
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Hilda arrived on time, more or less, in her standard uniform and kit and all the rest she added to it, with sword and shield and Viking helm. She didn't see a need to change her bundles; there wasn't much else in the others that she could make use of.

'Well again.' she greeted Sarah and Naseem, having decided that the Tok'ra ettin was probably alright after all.

Tate walked in to the room as he pressed his jet black ball cap on to his head, grinning widely.

”Right, take 2, only now we’ll have those headbands that negate bad vibes or whatever.” He said as he shifted the weight of his pack slightly so that it sat better on his shoulders.

Lucky adjusted his boonie cap as the gate room door opened, and he had to suppress a smirk, "Thought I'd come early, but not early enough apparently." He looked at those present, to see who was missing, then asked, "Anyone know if Gorski is going back with us? Guess better question is will the General be briefing us and deciding who's top kick before we go back?"

Looking at the FRED controller, and smirked at Tate, "No Rock Paper Scissors this time."

Karen follows Carter and Litzy back through the portal.

[To Petropolis

"Well met, Hilda. You did well on the range yesterday. Just need to learn to compensate a bit more for recoil and you'll be a pretty good shooter. You have excellent hand-eye coordination," Naseem told Hilda when she walked into the gate room.

Tate chuckled, ”Why Lucky, you afraid you’ll lose again?” he said with a wry grin, ”Honestly I’d be fine leavin the thing. I mean, sure it’s useful for checking to see if we’ll suffocate, or set off any traps, but it sort’a feels like cheating to explore an ancient booby trapped structure with a robot out front. Takes away from the sense of adventure, ya know?”

'Thanks.' Hilda said to Naseem, as she checked her gear for the last time before going through the Ring of Stars. She was gaining respect for Naseem after she'd observed her prowess as a warrior on the firing range, and learned her tastes in music. But Hecate remained a fearful serpent to her, however. 'I think it is because I'm used to the bow. Its recoil goes the other way.' she decided. She pulled out her composite bow and hooked a string on one end, bending the bow with great force in her arms until she hooked the other end.

"No, scared they'll make me pay for the damage I'll cause if I have to keep driving the damned thing." Lucky replied with a shrug. It had been a short time, but he felt more at home with this group than he had with SG-X3. "I dunno, if we don't take it, we have fairly disposable to put out front in case of booby traps. Oh wait, isn't that what they use Rangers for."

He looked over at Hilda, and suggested, "Should have thought of it at the range, But if you can handle the stock being a little bit longer, we can see Fred when we get back and get you a recoil pad for your rifle. It will take a lot of the kick back out and help you steady your aim."

“Good idea, Gunny. We might be able to get her up to Army standards. A few months of daily range time maybe Marine. I would be interested in learning to use a bow if you’re willing to teach me, Hilda.”

Naseem slapped her magazine into place on her P90, snapped it to her ETLBV, picked up her staff weapon and waited for the others.

In reply to Naseem Ansari--Hecate (msg # 274):

     Kaspar walks through the open door into the gate room, dressed in full field kit--minus a helmet, though he's got a forage cap shoved under the left shoulder strap of his MOLLE vest--and he's only sweating a little bit under the weight.  He's wearing the same color field uniform as everyone else--which may seem odd, as he hadn't contacted anyone on the Team to either ask or instruct what to wear.

     Stopping just inside the entrance, Kaspar looks around--and when his eye falls upon Sarah, he makes a beeline for her.

     "Colonel Morgan," Kaspar says, halting next to Sarah and performing that Polish heel-click-head-bow thing they do rather than saluting when both parties aren't wearing headgear--which, frankly, looks even more ridiculous being performed by a man with just under a hundred pounds of gear on his back.

     "Might I have a moment of your time, before the Team leaves?"

Sarah greeted each of the arrivals in turn despite seemingly focusing on her tablet.   "Naseem.  Hilda.  Tate.  Lucky...."  It almost sounded like a roll call - and she gives the later a half-smile as she concludes the list only to have Kaspar arrive.

She ponders the man's request for the briefest moment before shaking her head, "Firstly, my name is Sarah.  In a team this small, using a title is pretentious and immediately reveals a chain of command.   Let's avoid this, please."  She concludes that point before adding, "As to a moment, I'm sure anything that needs to be said can be said in front of the team.   I have no secrets and my laundry - dirty or otherwise - has been well and truly aired."

In reply to Sarah Morgan (msg # 276):

     "Actually, Col--forgive me--Sarah.  That is what I wished to ask you about." Kaspar responded.

     "General Hammond explained to me your disdain--or, perhaps I should just say, your dislike--of my use of honorifics and formal politeness.  I do understand your feelings that my holding to the use of such mannerisms may seem empty, or meaningless, or may even be some kind of social deception on my part.  But I assure you that nothing could be further from the truth."

     "That's just the way I was raised--to always show respect to others by recognizing any honorifics or titles they held, and to never assume the level of social intimacy that using a person's Given Name means, without their express permission to do so."

     Kaspar pauses a moment, as a shadow of some remembered pain crosses his face,

     "Though you may not fully understand this, please remember that, until I was in my early Thirties, I lived under Soviet Occupation, and if we did not smile and behave in this polite manner--even to each other, because you never knew who might be an informant--then we could be seen as social dissidents.  And social dissidents tended to disappear in the middle of the night, never to be seen again."

     "Over the years, that happened to several of my friends."

     Kaspar runs his right hand through his lightly salt-and-peppered dark hair.

     "As you know, our fields of expertise--Anthropology and Linguistics--do overlap, to a degree, so, of course I had read many of your published works, as well as followed your career in the news.  Along with many others, as we all do, in our professions.  I had a solid, professional respect for your work--though I admit, I had failed to notice that in most of those professional works, how you tended to avoid the mention of any of your Degrees and Awards...or Military Ranks--before we ever met.  I don't believe I can think of a single publication were you were ever referred to as anything more than as an 'expert in linguistic sciences', for that matter."

     "Then, when you suddenly joined the Team I was both pleased and thrilled to be able to work with you.  But, as I said, it is not in my nature to assume to go right ahead and start calling someone by their Given Name, and I didn't know if it would be proper to call you 'Doctor' or 'Professor', or what!  I was thus both a little perplexed, as well as a bit flub-mouthed...uh, that sounds better in Polish..."

     "And then, as we were examining the planet-side Henge, our exposure to whatever-it-was began, and things started making a left turn--for which I am both ashamed and humbly apologetic."

     "So.  That's all I wanted--to ask you, officially, what form of address you want me to use with you.  And, if I understood you correctly, you have just stated that you wish to simply be called 'Sarah'.  That's something that I can easily accommodate...Sarah."

     Kaspar finishes with a hopeful grin.

'Já, maybe I will try it.' Hilda agreed, adjusting her bow and giving it a few test draws.



She had to think about this, but the Cimmerian was more accepting of working with "the ettin" than Kaspar had feared back on that moon. A history of tit-for-tat raids and feuds, shifting alliances and duels over honour and mere drunken brawls, and then living with it and working together after, among the Norse made her much more accepting of yesterday's enemies becoming today's friends, of finding friends among enemies, than one might expect. She glanced over her shoulder to Sarah and Kaspar, hoping they could do the same. 'Okay, at the range next time. If they will let me shoot a few arrows into the targets instead.' She nocked a blunt arrow and carefully drew it back, the bow creaking, before she let it fly across the gate room, clattering wildly against the far wall. 'There's more... care in the bow, I think. You cannot kill right away, you must take the time to think it through.' Then she went to retrieve it.

Gavan entered the Gate Room with a FRED following behind him.

Asherrra was walking beside him.

"As you saw when we came through, this is the stargate," he explained to felinoid. "The one buried near the First City will look identical to this one."

"As you saw when we went through the gate on the ha'tak, the controller--what we call the 'dial home device', or DHD--was that triangular panel atop the short column."

"We don't have one of those here, or even the circular one. We still don't know what happened to the one that originally went to this gate. Instead, we had to use our computers to figure out the correct address and dial it on the gate."

"Your triangular DHD may be buried with the gate. I suspect that the Alteran computer will one day direct you to dig up the gate... when it feels your people are ready to deal with any threat that might come through it."

"On the other hand, perhaps the Alterans didn't take into account the Tau'ri arriving there. You also have the Alteran defense system, so maybe it is time to raise the gate."

"Now that we have Sarah on the team, perhaps she can talk to your Elders and the Alteran computer and work out something."

She's brief... maybe even abrupt... with Kaspar, "I think I understand more than you might realise, Major.   Apologies are however not necessary.   We have a job to do.  I assume we're waiting for the General and then we can be off."

In reply to Sarah Morgan (msg # 280):

     "Fine." Kaspar replies with a nod, "Please feel free to call me Kaspar, then.  And, in the future, I'll know that if you address me as 'Major', then I have irked you in some way."

     "As for waiting upon the General, I'm not sure." Kaspar says with a shrug, turning to look up at the control room window.

     "I received the usual pre-Mission Briefing folder, but it contained very little--mostly just confirmation from Captain Tourmaline that the Ha'tak, still holding the Star Gate, continued to remain on planet.  As well as a brief mission statement ordering the Team to continue to analyze and investigate the Henge Transport system, while giving investigation of the Lunar Base a high priority."

     "The documents also mentioned we had authority to continue talks with the First Ones, and even establish initial relations with them--subject to approval from higher authority, of course.  And that we can pursue such talks on our own initiative."

     "I seem to recall we thought we'd seen one of the Henge Portals lead to the First One city, so getting back there will not be a problem."

     Kaspar lowers his voice and leans a little closer to Sarah,

     "I say that because there was no mention in the papers I got, concerning Captain Tourmaline's orders for after we've left the Star Gate.  She may have orders to, finally, begin the journey to bring the Ha'tak back to Earth.  And if that's the case, we'll have to then convince the First Ones to dig up their Gate and let us use it.  Even if only for the trip back home."

     Kaspar straightens, and looks to the Gate,

     "But I was a bit surprised when the order came to report straight to the gate room, rather than to the briefing room for a pre-mission meeting.  Maybe there is some urgent issue."

     With a rueful grin, Kaspar raises an eyebrow and looks aside to Sarah,

     "Or maybe General Hammond is just in a hurry to get us the Hell off of his base."

"My apologies," Freyda says as she floats into the Gate Room on her grav chair. "The delay is partly my fault as I had some questions of General Hammond."

"Also, the gate has scheduled times for activation since away teams are expected back with a certain time limit."

"The General did not feel there was a need for a mission briefing since we are merely resuming our previous mission."

"The General is still trying to work out a plan for the Ha'tak. It does not have enough fuel to return to Earth. The alternative is to land it on some world where your tech teams can study it or provide fuel for it."

"The stargate is to go with it so that Wilhelm and Vasandra will have a way back to Earth. He thinks that if you finish your mission soon, you can go with them to find such a planet or fuel."

No sooner does Freyda stop speaking than an announcement is made--"Gate activation in 90 seconds!"--is a final warming and also informs everyone that it's right on schedule.

"Outbound gate to X2U-238 for SG-X1."

Ninety seconds later, the gate sequence is dialed and, when the final symbol is locked in, the wormhole whooshes outward for a second before it settles back into the puddle of water.

Radio contact is quickly established with Vasandra, and she gives the all-clear for gate travel back to the planet.

Naseem nods and moves quickly, staff weapon up and vanishes through the wormhole. No matter how many times she's made the trip or shared memories of travel with Hecate it never gets old.

As soon as she is clear she steps to the side to allow the others through. "I'm through and all looks well," she reported over comms.

'Now let's just hope this doesn't turn into a Charlie Foxtrot like last time,' she thought to herself and Hecate.

Gavan quickly follows Naseem through the stargate, escorting Asherrra through as she was no doubt anxious to return to her world. If he was being honest, he was starting to miss Tollan a bit. The reason he chose to visit the Tau'ri in the first place was that they had a sense of adventure about them, a touch of excitement... something that the Tollani lacked in their staid advanced civilization.

The Tollani had been like the Tau'ri once upon a time. He'd have to look into when that changed when he got back.

The High Council had also wanted to find out if the Tau'ri were a threat. While they claimed to be above that sort of thing, they were clearly annoyed that the Tau'ri were the (probably) the Fifth Race. Why weren't the Tollani?

Her head was filled with so much wonder!

She'd seen so many new things, so many sights, and learned so much! And, yet, she knew there was so much more! Even as the Tau'ri were concerned about her, she was concerned about whether her people were ready for this. Could she show them all of it? All at once? Could she contain herself if she didn't?

Would the Instructor understand? Could it? It must be programmed for when the First Ones made contact with the outside... universe! Not just outside the city...

Were her people ready? If she'd been asked, she'd have said she wasn't ready. And yet, here she was! On another planet... half a galaxy away! There were tales of the Ring of Stars, but it had always been... as the Tau'ri would put it... a fairy tale. It had never quite seemed real. And then the Tau'ri came knocking on the city's doors!

She couldn't decide if she'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time... or the right place at the right time! She did know that she wouldn't take it back even if she could!

She was right beside Gavan as he walked through the Ring of Stars and arrived on the other side in the Ha'tak. Another wonder! She had never thought she'd been inside one of the Dragon Lords' ships. She'd never wanted to!

"Typical army. Let the Marines lead the way." Lucky said to Tate as he passed with a smirk, too a deep breath, and then followed Gavan and Asherra

In reply to Lucas Wheeler (msg # 287):



     Kaspar turned to the Gate, pulled his forage cap on, and smiled as the wormhole formed.

     "Semel iterumque ad astra" Kaspar whispers an old Latin motto, then heads through the gate.

'Wait for me!' Hilda huffed, hurrying back after finding and collecting her arrow. She slipped it back in her quiver, then ran up the ramp into the Well of Urðr with a splash—

Letting Kaspar's diatribe wash over her Sarah nodded where appropriate and noted Freya's arrival with some relief.

She was a little surprised the General hadn't made an appearance but with the gate opening, there really wasn't much more she could do and so after the marines had taken the lead, she followed them to the event horizon and vanished....

[To X2U-238: Shot in the Dark 2]

--->>>> From Petropolis (SG-X2)

 Lizzy came through the portal, this was her second time and it still felt weird as hell. She got her bearings and then headed to the medical area to hand over the samples carefully. She will wait for the others to arrive before doing anything else.

Kyle arrived, stumbling slightly as he transited out of the wormhole onto the metal gantry. He looked round, seeming almost surprised at his surroundings.

>>> FROM PETROPOLIS

"I wonder if I'll ever get used to that," he said as the SGC appeared around him again.

Also again, protocol dictated that they all report to medical for debriefing, then to General Hammond to report.

There were guards on duty, of course... SG-19 by the look of things. But they didn't have weapons ready, just handy in case SG-X2 turned out to be bug-eyed monsters in disguise!

Kyle had one urgent need - a bathroom. As everyone gathered themselves and trooped off towards the Infirmary, he ducked into the nearest men's room to attend to business. Then he went off to the Infirmary as was expected of him.

In short order, the rest of the team went through stargate and made it safely back to Star Gate Command. Pretty much with just a cursory once-over, SG-X2 was passed on to the Infirmary. Now, if they'd come back with a Minotaur, THAT would have caused a stir!

It takes Coleman a while to line up all his equipment, then gets it all arranged how he likes it to carry through the gate. By the time he gets to the gate room, it's getting close to time to head out.

"OK guys, let's not get complacent heading through; it looks like Gilligan's Island over there, but as the General said, something could be interfering with the MALP. Be ready. Bjorn, you're point as usual, but let's push the boat through first since it can provide cover if something is way wrong on the other side."

"No matter how many times I do this," Jason said as he entered the Gate Room again, "I never get tired of it."

He made a note of the gear that the Colonel had requested and had been already delivered to the Gate Room. He had to admit that it looked like an awful lot of stuff for such a tiny island. He couldn't help wondering if it'd even all fit!

Kyle showed up, festooned with bits of gear, and wearing a decidedly non-regulation t-shirt, a messy swirling random pattern of yellow, green, and blue with NITROGEN NARCOSIS lettered across the front. As always he was excited about going through the Stargate to visit someplace new. He nodded at Jason's words, in full agreement with the sentiment.