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

[Nuke261]

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

Durant set down the empty glass Lorelai had handed back to him. He listened to every word Leonard said, not letting anything distract him. When he finished Durant spoke. "Alright Lenny, you want to cut the bull, I can do that. We have an organized group that knows more about what is going on than we do and they want each of us dead. Three of us are still out there not knowing what is going on. Most of us do not have military training. I do. This is exacty what I do for a living. So listen to me, do what I say and saty out of my way. I will do whatever I can to take care of everyone here and our 3 lost sheep, but we will be doing things my way. I am the one who was put in charge because I am the one with the experience. I really don't care if I hurt someone's feelings or bruise someone's ego as long as I keep them alive. Simple enough for you?"

 

[MadThinker]

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

Originally posted by Keia

“Lt. Donovan, I presume?” Lt. Reed asked of the newcomer.

OOC: Ilianov, Donovan [/B]

"Yeah, I'm Donovan," was the reply. "Thanks for the save. It has been one of those kinds of days. Who might you be?"

 

[Fanog]

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

Leonard was struck silent for a short while. The reply wasn't exactly as he had expected, his respect for Durant had suddenly dropped to somewhere just above zero.

"Yes, Sir. I see..."

Leonard sees all too well. He had lived with someone not unlike Durant for nearly his entire life. People who would boss others around, simply because they could. Authority gave them the right to ignore the wishes and opinion of others, and that's all they needed... Leonard had learned that they weren't necessarily bad people because of that, just that he wasn't really equipped to deal with them. The only problem was that he often didn't have much choice in the matter. Comes with the nature of the problem...

That pretty much limits my options down to nothing... Damn. We'll just have to see how this shapes up - how he treats the others, most notable the girl.

"Is that all, Sir?", Leonard asks, not wanting to leave without being dismissed by the Lt.Cmdr. in front of him.

 

[kid A]

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

“Lt. Donovan, I presume?” Lt. Reed asked of the newcomer.

"Yeah, I'm Donovan," was the reply. "Thanks for the save. It has been one of those kinds of days. Who might you be?"

Andreev, still a bit winded from his twin laughing fits, turned in the passenger's seat to introduce himself.

"Lt. Donovan, my name is Andreev Josef Ilianov. On a regular day, I am a consultant with NASA, however today has been, as you say, 'one of those kinds of days.' Lt. Reed and I were instructed to make contact with you by Commander Craig Durant. I am assuming that you know Durant as well?"

 

[Nuke261]

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

"Don't sweat it Campbell. Right now all anyone needs to do is try and relax. Once we get everyone safe and in one place we can all fall into a little more normalcy." Durant slapped Leonard on the shoulder as he dismissed him. "Yeah, I'm done. Go get some rest and do what you can to make the others semi-comfortable. Thanks."

This was going to be an intersting assignment. As much as Craig hated to admit it, Leonard Campbell was right. These people were not military and not used to taking orders. As long as they could follow instructions and stay out of the way for another day, there should be no real problems. But most of these people, from the looks of things, were used to running their own show.

 

[Keia]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
12:45pm, Late Spring 2003

Although Lt. Stewart had a head start on everyone else, it wasn’t long before everyone had settled in their respective sleeping arrangements. Small pillows and light blankets were used in most places, though a few, like Lt. Stewart, simply tilted a seat back and slept on the spot. Lt. Terrell found the opportunity to sleep near Lorelai. Around 3:00 a.m., the sounds of jet testing and mechanics working were heard for an hour or so – particularly the jet tests. The high jet whine and accompanying rumble was enough to startle anyone but a sound sleeper.

The morning started much as any other at the airport – planes and personnel moving throughout the morning. A clear sky and the sun on the horizon greeted those who moving about, although through the closed shutters of the Tangent Lear, it could only be imagined. Breakfast bars were passed around from the supply closet and various drinks, including several good coffee blends, were available from the bar. Lt. Stewart, though favoring his injured arm slightly, was up and his jovial self. By explanation, Stewart mentioned that he’s always been a fast healer.

At 10:00 a.m. sharp, Captain Samuels got clearance from the tower to make preparations and the Tangent Lear was added to the lists for take-off priority. By 10:45, the flight plan had been approved and the Lear was in the air, flying toward its destination of Goldsboro, North Carolina. Goldsboro- Wayne Municipal airport was a difficult touchdown for the Lear, but Samuels handled it with practiced ease. The airport served as a reasonable meeting place as it was about three miles north of Goldsboro proper and about 5 miles from SJ AFB. By the time the Lear touched down at 12:45pm, thoughts had definitely turned to eating something substantial and possibly getting a real shower. A nearby hotel held the promise of granting those wishes.

OOC: Durant, Montoya, Campbell, Fisher, Fallon, Nguyen

 

[Keia]

The Streets of Goldsboro
Goldsboro, North Carolina
2:00pm, Late Spring 2003

As she wove through the streets of Goldsboro, Lt. Reed was on her cell phone, informing a Major Davis as to the successful acquisition of Lt. Donovan for Commander Durant. Within minutes she was informed of the location of the rest of the team and the sedan was headed to Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport.

She didn't contribute to the conversation after starting it, her eyes were peering down streets and watching the rear view mirror.

OOC: Ilianov, Donovan

 

[KitanaVorr]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
12:45pm, Late Spring 2003

While everyone was busy walking around, eating breakfast bars, and chugging down coffee, Lorelai sat in one corner of the jet with a pillow over her face trying to dispel some of headache with more sleep. Never having been a morning person, her disposition was made more grumpy by the introduction of a hangover. She had refused every offer of food and winced at how loud everyone else seemed to be.

Her current disposition certainly wasn't improved with her strong desire for a shower. Shirt now caked with dried blood, clothes sweaty and wrinkled - those definitely weren't things Lorelai Nguyen was used to or cared to be used to.

Krizzel lay curled up in a seat nearby, catching some rays of the sun through the window. He never refused any offer of food, contentedly licking the hand of any who bestowed such tasty treats upon him.

 

[Fanog]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
12:45pm, Late Spring 2003

Leonard woke early in the morning. Feeling restless, he grabbed his notebook and a pencil and started drawing some. Artists impressions of this 'Stargate' mostly... He tried to get used to the concept, but didn't succeed very well. As the others woke, Leonard put it upon himself to get everyone in shape, distributing coffee and breakfast to those who wanted.

Seeing the state that Lorelai is in, Leonard heads to the bar and fills one of the larger cups with water. Walking up to her, he makes a few attempts at adressing her.

"Uhm Miss, Professor... - Could I just call you Lorelai, perhaps...? You're probably thirsty - Here's some water... If you keep drinking, it'll probably help." He can't help but feel some pity over the young woman's situation, and gives her a compassionate smile.

 

[KitanaVorr]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
12:45pm, Late Spring 2003

Originally posted by Fanog
"Uhm Miss, Professor... - Could I just call you Lorelai, perhaps...? You're probably thirsty - Here's some water... If you keep drinking, it'll probably help." He can't help but feel some pity over the young woman's situation, and gives her a compassionate smile.

Lorelai peeked at him from behind the pillow, her usually dark vibrant eyes now pink and rather bleary. Blinking a bit, she eyed him first and then his cup of water.

"Ok...," she agreed, her voice sounding more like sandpaper than its usually excitable bounce. After a sip or two, she spoke again, "You're Sergeant Campbell, aren't you? I guess you can call me Lorelai if I get to call you...um...is it Leonard? Leon? Lenny?"

Whoa - smiling cute soliders in uniform. What a way to wake up even with this damn headache...insufferable Durant...I bet he made such a strong drink on purpose because he knew I would take it just to spite him...that's it...