[D20 Modern] Stargate - Part I Recruitment - IC [PG-13]

[Fanog]

Lear Jet - Tangent Communications
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:45pm, Late Spring 2003

Leonard dressed and made a final check to see if the gun in his waist band and the one strapped to his leg weren't visible. "Well, it won't win me any fashion awards, but it'll do."

He casually slings his bag over one shoulder, and picks up the red jacket in his other hand. "Well I don't think I'd care much for the view, but I sure could use a drink. I had to rush like a madman making sure I got here in time for my flight."

Walking across the tarmac, Leonard glances a look on Montoya's boots and think back to the man's greens. He gets his attention for some conversation.

"So... Sergeant, I gather you have just returned from abroad. What is it that you usually do? Any idea why you were requested for this project?"

 

[Vardeman]

Lear Jet - Tangent Communications
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:45pm, Late Spring 2003

Montoya, now dressed in red and white jogging gear except for his sand-colored combat boots (the best footwear option he had in his seabag), walked along with Captain Samuels and Staff Sergeant Campbell towards the terminal.

Originally posted by Leonard Campbell
"So... Sergeant, I gather you have just returned from abroad. What is it that you usually do? Any idea why you were requested for this project?"

"You can call me Ric or Montoya or just Monty if you want," Montoya began. "And yes, I did just come from overseas. I was in Kuwait after being rotated out of the front lines in Baghdad. I'm Marine Recon, Staff Sergeant Campbell, scouting and demolitions are my main bag. Usually I'm either clearing a path in advance of the main body of troops in the case of known or suspected minefields, or I'm taking out comm stations, fuel depots, headquarters tracks, whatever will disrupt the enemy the most. I really can't think of why the Air Force needed me for the original project, whatever it is, but with what the hell this is going on now, I'm sure they can always use a demolitions man."

V

 

[KitanaVorr]

On the Way to Syracuse
Ithaca, New York
6:35pm Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Keia
Lt. Terrell had some difficulty keeping control of the black sedan as the young woman next to him squirmed and managed to manuever her body in quite interesting ways. His concentration being split between stealing glances at Nguyen, trying to comprehend what she was saying, and controlling a vehicle at the same time was almost too much for Terrell to handle.

"Ummm, wow. That's rather fascinating. I'm not too ashamed to admit that a lot of that is way, way . . . way over my head," Terrell commented as he glanced her way. "though you're more than welcome to continue."

Lt. Terrell glanced at his watch, noting the time, and accelerated.

Lorelai nearly vaulted over into the backseat at his sudden acceleration. The added push though gave her enough reach to get a good grip on the handle of her computer case.

"If you go too fast, the cops are going to pull us over and I'll miss the plane for sure then," she remarked, pulling the case onto the backseat and snapping it open to reveal her slim notebook. Pulling it out, she slid back down her seat, though this time sitting the wrong way so she could face him, tucking her legs beneath her.

"Let me explain it in a way that makes more sense," the young woman began, slipping into her professorial mode. "Imagine a two-dimensional universe that can only fit 4 particles in it. That means that there are only 16 ways to arrange those particles - that means 16 different universes. So if you have at least 17 universes, one of them has to be exactly like one of the 16. And the distance to reach that duplicate universe is 4 times the diameter of the universes."

He must be cute in all the parallel universes - maybe in one of them I'm not speeding off to a plane with me getting on it like some Casablanca rerun.

"So if we could just travel that distance (in this case it would 4 times the diameter of two of the particles lets say) then we could reach a parallel universe to our own."

...I love that movie.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Albany Airport, Departures Lane
North Central New York
7:00pm Late Spring, 2003

For a moment, it looked as if Rylee was going to have sharp words for Simms. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she took a long look at the airman, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Hmn. Well, lets see if they'll at least ket me stow the guns." Really, there was no use getting into an arguement over this.

 

[Fanog]

Lear Jet - Tangent Communications
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:45pm, Late Spring 2003

"Ok. Ric it is. And please, call me Leonard...." Hmm, not too big on formality, it seems. Might be for the best, if we're going to work in a small group, including civilian personnel. Too much emphasis on rank might put them off.

"Demolitions and an airport... I can see some interesting combinations, but let's hope we won't need them." Leonard says, smiling.

 

[Keia]

Captain's Lounge, Rest area
JFK Airport, New York, New York
4:05pm, Late Spring 2003

The three men entered the airport through a utility door near the Captain's Lounge. An odd glance from an airport employee was the only recriminations the men received. Looking through the groups of people moving through the airport, neither Montoya nor Campbell noticed anyone out of the ordinary. Well, that wasn't exactly true - this was New York . . . but no one noticed any apparent military men that Durant had warned them about.

Entering the Captain's Lounge required a key which was only received on membership to the club, and a healthy membership fee. The room was somewhat smaller than most bars and the lights were subdued in the room. Samuels indicated that a door led to some very small rooms for sleeping - well, mostly sleeping. Rooms was perhaps too generous - they were closer to train sleeping berths than actual rooms (narrow double bunks with enough room only to move into the berth and lie down) - but they served their purpose.

The bar area was lightly occupied, with a small television quietly playing a Met's afternoon game. A couple of people nodded in Samuels direction as he made his way around the room, but Samuels made no effort to speak with them.

After a quiet first two rounds of drinks, Samuels begged off to catch some shut-eye for a few hours. Before departing, he gave Campbell the lounge key and asked that the two come find him when they were ready to head back to the jet.

OOC: Campbell, Montoya

 

[Keia]

Albany International Airport - Airline Terminals
North Central New York
7:10pm Late Spring, 2003

Albany International Airport was a great deal larger than Rylee had envisioned. In fact, a sign inside noted that more than 270 flights either arrived or departed from the airport daily. The airport seemed especially crowded for the day and season, or at least it seemed that way to Rylee.

Simms' military uniform and attitude were used to great effect in getting Rylee into the ticket lines quickly and having her ticket changed to end at JFK. However, when the subject was started about possibly allowing Rylee to stow her weapons within the cabin, Simms charm and authority were soundly defeated. She was, however, permitted to check her weapons and have them available at baggage claim - a feat that Simms was only just able to achieve.

Simms asked the attendant if any private charters were available for Rylee to possibly take, but after several phone calls, none were available.

"Ma'am," Simms said to Rylee, "it's ultimately up to you if you want this flight, but you'll have to decide quickly as I'm sure final boarding has already been called."

A look to the attendant confirmed Simms suspicions. With a slight grin Simms added, "I'd hate to have you walk to JFK, I'll drive you if you want, but you'll definitely miss the window to meet up with the others we spoke of."

OOC: Fallon

 

[Keia]

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base
North Carolina
1:55pm, Sometime Late Spring, 2003

The airman in the booth paused, and looked to the MP's, as he was about to speak, the scowling MP barked out, "We have our orders, Lt. Donovan, they were unspecific as to your condition . . ."

Donovan heard Hearst say quietly under his breath, "Man, what an @ss. . ."

OOC: Donovan

 

[Fanog]

Captain's Lounge, Rest area
JFK Airport, New York, New York
4:05pm, Late Spring 2003

Leonard is quite content to have some time off, considering what he's gotten himelf into.

Too bad that we can't really talk freely here. Would've been a good opportunity to get some extra information, see if the two of us could figure out some of what's going on.

With that, Leonard makes some small-talk with Montoya, avoiding any mention of work, but trying to get a feeling for the man.
He also pulls out his notebook to draw, mostly to kill time. He first sketches one of the planes outside, and then the faces of Lieutenant Stewart and of Durant, as best as he can remember them.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Albany International Airport - Airline Terminals
North Central New York
7:10pm Late Spring, 2003

The sheer number of people who were at the airport made Rylee very nervous, as she is very quickly reminded just how secluded the past few years of her life had been. Trying not to dwell on just how nervous all these people were making her, she concentrated on not losing Simms in the crowd.
She pays very careful attention to what is said between the airline attendant and Simms. She still did not like the idea of being separated from her guns, but after reflecting for a moment, she figured that if everyone were forced to stow their guns in such a way, then there was a considerably less chance of her being shot. Or at least, she hoped that was the case. "I suppose I will take this flight," she said at last, with a slight shrug.