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

[kid A]

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base Main Entrance
Goldsboro, North Carolina
1:55pm, Late Spring 2003

Lt. Reed looked over to Andreev and her eyes rolled, “How much do you want to bet, that’s your contact? What do you suggest we do?”

He couldn't help it. He'd always had a strange sense of humor. Despite the possible danger of this situation, Andreev still found it hilarious. Seeing the black Air Force sedan spinning on it's roof, coupled with Reed's eye-rolling sent him into a laughing fit.

A minute or so later, Andreev became serious again. He looked at the debacle at the front gate and thought about the situation. To his eyes, it appeared that if his contact was indeed in the sedan, the MP's were most likely a threat. That being the case, he didn't necessarily want to put himself in harm's way. However, there was always the possibility that something else had happened (perhaps the MP's were friendlies and there was some sort of miscommunication). But, he needed to keep in mind that he was in the middle of an unknown situation.

He turned to Reed. "Well, Lieutenant, I would like to stay out of harm's way long enough to see what this mission is about. So, I would advise we appraoch this situation with a certain level of caution. We don't know why the MP's are advancing on an overturned car," he choked back another laugh, "but we must assume that they could be a threat."

Pulling his gun out from his jacket and putting it on his lap, he asked her for the letter she had delivered. "Let us say we pull up between the car and the MP's, and tell them who we are to be meeting here. After showing them our credentials, and if that is indeed our contact, perhaps we can straighten this all out. But," he took the safety off his revolver, "let us also be prepared for the alternative..."

 

[kid A]

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[Keia]

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base Main Entrance
Goldsboro, North Carolina
1:55pm, Late Spring 2003

As the sedan spun a final time on its roof, Donovan noticed another black sedan some eighty to one hundred feet away with two occupants, a female uniformed driver and a man in a business suit. . . . laughing.

The MP’s approached, rifled raised in a firing position, taking step after step. One MP in particular seemed to be enjoying the events that had transpired thus far – the same one that had been so belligerent earlier.

“Get out of the car, both of you ingrates,” the MP called out again, only ten feet away from the car.

Hearst accidentally gunned the car again, which of course did nothing as all four wheels were in the air. “Sorry,” he called out as he killed the engine. When he released his seat belt, he flopped onto the inside of the roof of the vehicle.

As Donovan re-assessed his situation, he noted his gear and his rifles were in the trunk. The other black Air Force sedan pulled up behind the MPs, and the Air Force woman asked in a heavily Southern accented voice, “Excuse me, kind sirs, but I’m looking for a Lieutenant Luther Donovan, have you seen him?”

The annoying MP laughed out loud. Hearst then popped the trunk and called out again, “Sorry.” Donovan’s gear and rifles spilled out onto the pavement

OOC: Donovan

 

[Keia]

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base Main Entrance
Goldsboro, North Carolina
1:55pm, Late Spring 2003

By the time Andreev had stopped laughing the MPs were too close to get between them and the vehicle. Reed, upon noticing Andreev pull his pistol, said, “Put that away, they’re obviously trigger happy. Let’s try not to encourage them . . . and don’t laugh at my accent.”

Lt. Reed pulled one of the curls out from beneath her hat, letting it hang down the side of her face and slowly drove up to the MPs. In a heavily Southern accented voice, she asked, “Excuse me, kind sirs, but I’m looking for a Lieutenant Luther Donovan, have you seen him?” as she blew the ‘annoying’ curl off of her face.

One of the MP laughed out loud. Then the trunk of the upside down sedan popped and voice called out from within, “Sorry.” Gear spilled out or the trunk onto the pavement.

OOC: Ilianov

 

[KitanaVorr]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
12:05am, Late Spring 2003

Originally posted by Nuke261
“I have no doubt that some of you will hate me.”

Lorelai rolled her eyes.

Originally posted by Nuke261
"Before we move on to why we are here, does anyone have any questions or problems they consider immediate concerns?"

“I have one,” Lorelai spoke up, the annoyance clearly in her voice though to the others the reason for her obvious irritation with Durant remained a mystery. Her throaty voice carried with it a hefty hit of sarcasm and feigned confusion as she blinked at him with big innocent eyes. “Did you mean earlier when you professed your enjoyment of cuddling with me that you wanted to spend that ‘quality time’ right now or after you titillate me with your idea of my role on this mission?”

Crossing her legs, she leaned back in the chair, resting her hands on her thigh with one dark eyebrow arching in Durant’s direction.

Hah!

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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[Dark Nemesis]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
12:05am, Late Spring 2003

“Did you mean earlier when you professed your enjoyment of cuddling with me that you wanted to spend that ‘quality time’ right now or after you titillate me with your idea of my role on this mission?”

Lorelai's question for Durant caught her as she was taking a swallow from her flask, and she immediately chokes on her whiskey. She began to cough, and between fits of coughing, she looked at both Durant and Lorelai through watery eyes. From the look of Lorelai, her words were apparently meant as an insult, though Rylee was not sure what the insult was. Indeed, it almost sounded as if Lorelai was taking Durant up on his offer, and it was not difficult to guess what THAT offer was.

What in the world was Durant doing propositioning a mere child? The very thought of it was disgusting. Sure, he was a little shaggy looking, but he was not so terrible looking. Certainly not bad enough looking that a prostitute would refuse his money. For that matter, what in the world was Lorelai doing ACCEPTING that offer? Didn't that child have any sense?!

 

[kid A]

Seymour Johnson Air Force Base Main Entrance
Goldsboro, North Carolina
1:55pm, Late Spring 2003

“Put that away, they’re obviously trigger happy. Let’s try not to encourage them . . . and don’t laugh at my accent.”

Andreev hesitated for a moment before once again engaging the safety of his revolver and putting it in his jacket. As they drove up, he smiled, still thinking about the hilarity of this situation. Choking back laughter at Lt. Reed's delivery, it took almost all he had not to start up again. The trunk of the overturned sedan popping open proved to be too much for him to handle, however. As the MP started to chuckle at the contents of the trunk spilling everywhere, Andreev lost it.

Something had happened here, but it didn't seem overly bad. Now, looking closer, the MP's didn't appear to be too worried about the apprehension of the two passengers in the other vehicle. All in all, actually, the MP's seemed quite amused. As soon as Andreev was able to stop laughing again, he just sat back in his seat. How could he have thought that Reed couldn't have handled this situation without violence? He just kept quiet for the time being, and let the Lieutenant work her magic...

 

[Fanog]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
12:05am, Late Spring 2003

Leonard eyes bulge at hearing the comment from behind him. A single strong curse springs to his thoughts, though he doesn't utter it. ...

He pats the back of the choking woman next to him to give her some air, but his head is turned backwards, to the direction where the comment came from.

! you can't be serious... I don't know what these two have going on, but this is not looking good. Is she really such a spoiled brat, of did something happen earlier? I'd have to ask Stewart, he might have picked up on it. No way to tell, now...

Leonard's turns, his eyes fixed on Durant, waiting to see how he'll react. Leonard tries to get a reading of Durant's intentions and is pretty much ready for anything, won't hesitate to act. Conflict will only make this worse, as will letting it rest. Damn... I might get a talk with everyone later, as long as they don't come to blows now.

 

[Nuke261]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
12:05am, Late Spring 2003

Durant was pleased with the selection in the bar. He made a rather strong drink, downed it and made another, slightly stronger than the first. As he replaced the bottle he heard Lorelai speak.

“I have one,” Lorelai spoke up, the annoyance clearly in her voice though to the others the reason for her obvious irritation with Durant remained a mystery. Her throaty voice carried with it a hefty hint of sarcasm and feigned confusion as she blinked at him with big innocent eyes. “Did you mean earlier when you professed your enjoyment of cuddling with me that you wanted to spend that ‘quality time’ right now or after you titillate me with your idea of my role on this mission?”
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Durant could not fight back the smirk that spread across his face. He returned to the front of the group, passing directly next to her. "Professor Nguyen, although I would be more than happy to engage in all the extracaricular activities you desire, I do not plan to do it in front of an audience of our peers. We can certainly continue getting up close and personal, like you started in the car, but at the moment our business must come before your pleasure."

Once he returned to his spot in front of everyone, Durant took a heavy drink, cleared his throat and prepared to enlighten the group on what exactly they had gotten into. Along with the explanation he had been given, he noted his own observations from what he had encountered so far. This included his speculation that thier names had been on the recruitment list as repalcements for active members.

"Major Davis made it known to me that there is a second, similar device located in New Mexico. It is very possible that we are to spearhead a second set of Stargate teams out of the new location. However, right now we need to gather the last 3 members of the group and see what we can do about keeping this entire project in safe hands."

Durant did not bother to ask for questions this time, he knew they were coming. He had been watching their faces and body language and knew what they were thinking. Some of them did not believe a word he said and the others did but hoped he was wrong.