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?"