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

[MadThinker]

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

"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?" [/B]

"DURANT! How the blue blazes is the old man doing? He is responsible for the man I am today... Well yesterday. Today has been a bad day."

 

[kid A]

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

"DURANT! How the blue blazes is the old man doing? He is responsible for the man I am today... Well yesterday. Today has been a bad day."

Andreev informed Lt. Donovan that he hadn't spoken with Durant for at least a few months, and that a note from Durant, included with his letter from the Air Force, had come as something of a surprise, albeit a pleasant one. He mentioned to Donovan, "Truthfully, it all seems a bit strange. It had just always seemed to me that he had little respect for the Air Force. But, perhaps it was just the way I percieved things."

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

While conversing with Lt. Donovan, Andreev noticed Reed make a call on her phone. From what he had heard, it sounded like she was talking to a superior officer. Paying little attention to the call itself, he made notice of when she finished. He was very curious to find out any details she may have recieved. At a convenient break in the conversation, he excused himself for a moment, and turned back to face Reed in the front seat. "Were you able to get Durant's location, Lieutenant?"

 

[Nuke261]

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


Durant pulled out his wallet and handed over the contents to Montoya, keeping the mone he had puulled off of the bad guys. "Here, this should help. Get 2 rooms and get everyone started on a shower rotation. Campbell should be able to organize that. Hopefully we will only be here a few hours at most, but the showers should help boost morale a bit." With that Durant finished his coffee and headed for the hatch of the plane.

 

[Fanog]

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

She doesn't really seem all that happy with the entire situation. Let's not talk too much about that, then...

Leonard takes a look at the cat and Lucas before continuing his conversation. "Well, if you made professor by uhm, - sorry - your age, you should be good at what you do. Physics, astronomy?"

Leonard wants to add that she's in because everyone involved in first instance, is now possiby compromised. He doesn't actually say it, although he isn't exactly sure why. Guess no one wants to hear that their second best...

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?" He makes an ugly face at the bar he's holding. "It's not toast or anything fancy, but it does get that empty feeling out of the stomach..."

 

[Keia]

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

Originally posted by Andreev Ilianov
At a convenient break in the conversation, he excused himself for a moment, and turned back to face Reed in the front seat. "Were you able to get Durant's location, Lieutenant?"

“Well . . . Major Davis had a message that was to be delivered to Lt. Donovan,” Lt. Reed replied. “Something about a nearby covert meeting place – a watering hole or something. Did you or Lt. Donovan have a meeting with him in the past at a bar or something? The rest of the team touched down about two hours ago at Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport which is about three miles north of Goldsboro.”

“Do you want me to head to the airport or to the meeting place? If it’s the meeting place, I’ll need some directions,” Reed asked, casually tucking her runaway lock of hair smartly back into her hat.

OOC: Ilianov, Donovan

 

[Keia]

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

On noticing Durant head for the hatch, Lt. Stewart hopped up and made his way to the hatch as well. On a glance from Lt. Commander Durant, Lt. Stewart explained and defended his actions casually with only, "You'll need a driver, sir."

Captain Samuels informed Durant on Durant's way out the door that he had gotten a 2:45 departure time scheduled.

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

 

[Keia]

Outside the Team Showers
Choctaw Reservation, Oklahoma
3:12pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Jeremiah Grayson
". . . You know Jack I meant to call my mother and let her know that I may be out of pocket for a while, do you think I could use the phone to leave her a message?"

"Yeah, sure," Jack replied. He took the lead an made his way to the Elders Council and pointed into his father's office. "Go ahead and make the call, I'll wait outside the office for you."

OOC: Grayson

 

[kid A]

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

“Do you want me to head to the airport or to the meeting place? If it’s the meeting place, I’ll need some directions,” Reed asked, casually tucking her runaway lock of hair smartly back into her hat.

He thought back to teh previous evening before replying. "The note that was delivered to me specified no location other than SJ AFB. I was instructed by Durant only to meet with you, Lt. Donovan, and advise you of the situation. As such, if there is another location at which we are to meet with Commander Durant, I can only assume that you know where we are to go from here." He glanced at Reed before looking expectantly at Donovan...

 

[Jarval]

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

Lucas catches the ball, and starts waving the toy around, sending Krizzel into a burst of activity, pouncing back and forth, trying to catch the suddenly alive red furry thing.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?" He makes an ugly face at the bar he's holding. "It's not toast or anything fancy, but it does get that empty feeling out of the stomach..."

Lucas looks up at this. "I'm not sure it'll be any better, but I've got some trail rations in my pack." He puts down the ball, which is immediately leapt on by Krizzel, and picks up his backpack, pulling out a small vacuum-packed meal.

"It says beef stroganoff, but I'd take that as optimistic packaging. Anyone want one?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

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

A little unhappy that she doesn't see Lt. Terrell, Lorelai turns her attention back on the two men beside her.

Originally posted by Fanog
Leonard takes a look at the cat and Lucas before continuing his conversation. "Well, if you made professor by uhm, - sorry - your age, you should be good at what you do. Physics, astronomy?"

"Oh...well I do all kinds of things. Mostly physics and specifically applied physics which is engineering," Lorelai clarified before straightening. "And I'm not as young as you think I am. I'll be twenty in another six months, you know."

Originally posted by Jarval
"It says beef stroganoff, but I'd take that as optimistic packaging. Anyone want one?"

At the mention of food, the professor looks a bit queasy and shakes her head very slowly. "Uh...no thanks but Krizzel looks really interested."

And of course, the cat definitely was as he pawed at the package.