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

[MadThinker]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
2:25pm, Late Spring 2003


As Donovan gets on the plane his mind is racing a million miles an hour. On any mission there is always a degree of uncertainty but this was like being blindfolded, put on a plane, dropped in the middle of nowhere and told to get home.
Luke chuckles to himself as he remembers the words of his old seadaddy chief Ev Humphries.
"You're to ugly to live forever!"
With that thought he finds a place on the plane where he can clean his gear and he gets to work.

 

[Jarval]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
2:25pm, Late Spring 2003

Lucas looks up from the book he's reading as the new members of the group arrive.

"So, where next? Anymore of us to pick up, or are we making for this Stargate gadget now? I'm really rather excited about seeing it."

 

[Nuke261]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
2:25pm, Late Spring 2003

Durant is the first to enter the plane, mostly due to his wanting to see if everyone has made it back yet. He throws a glance at Montoya to see if he indicates anything important has happened. He then moves onto introductions of the newcomers.

"Looks like everyone is feeling a little more human, that's good. I have 2 new recruits for the group here. This is Lt. Luke Donovan. Luke is a top notch medic and an expert marksman." Turning to Donovan he says, "Luke, we have had a few light gunshot wounds you may want to take a look at."

"And this is Andreev Ilianov, a former Cosmonaut and big time NASA consultant. Andreev will have no trouble amazing you with stories of his past adventures."

"Both of these guys are like family to me. But don't hold that against them." Durant smiled hugely at his last remark. Turning to face Stewart and Reed he continued. "And this is the highly talented Lt. Chris Reed. Lt. Reed managed to get both of these guys here unharmed, inspite of themselves."

After making sure the new arrivals were settled in, Durant made his way to speak with Montoya and the Captain.

 

[Keia]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
2:45pm, Late Spring 2003

With a nod toward Durant, Donovan went to check on the injured team members, gently with Rylee trying not to disturb her rest, but inspecting her wound nonetheless. The inspection of Stewart was much easier.

The captain looked up expectantly as Durant and Montoya entered the cabin where Samuels and Lt. Sower were making final preparations to depart fair Carolina. "Commander," Captain Samuels said by way of greeting.

OOC: all but Grayson

 

[Keia]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
4:55pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Jeremiah Grayson
"So Dyson, how long have you been in the military?"

"Well, I've been in the military for the past five years, though it seems like its been all my life," Dyson said. He went on to explain that he was from a military family and that his father and older brother were still in the military.

The drive is rather peaceful, especially after the long and active day that Jeremiah had thus far. The road continued every onward and the sights were almost unchanging. After almost two hours, the sedan was entering Will Rogers World Airport.

"We're not headed into the airport itself," Lt. Dyson explained. "We're meeting the rest of your team over near where the private planes are store and maintained."

OOC: Grayson

 

[kid A]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
2:45pm, Late Spring 2003

"And this is Andreev Ilianov, a former Cosmonaut and big time NASA consultant. Andreev will have no trouble amazing you with stories of his past adventures."

Andreev could not help but smile as Durant instructed the other passengers not to hold their friendship towards Durant against himself and Donovan. He enjoyed Durant's company, but Durant did have that special sort of charm that most people regularly attempted to avoid.

Looking around at the other passengers, it turned into one of the rare occasions of Andreev feeling his age. His life had been a full one thus far, filled with excitement and adventure, so much so that he still felt at most times like a kid. But to look at this motley crew of military and civilian specialists, he didn't believe one of them to be much older than 30. And, in all honesty, most of them had to be in their mid-20's. One of them, he thought he heard her being referred to as Lorelai, didn't look a day over 16!

Attempting to make the best of things, and trying to forget about his age for the moment, he began making his way around the cabin, offering more personal introductions to anyone and everyone. If he was going to be working closely with(teaching? ) this group of people, he wanted to get to know them as well as he could, in order to build a comfortable working environment.

 

[KitanaVorr]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
2:45pm, Late Spring 2003

Lorelai managed to get herself all situated comfortably on a chair as close to Terrell as she could without actually sitting on his lap. She had her booted feet braced up against the chair in front of her, her cat snuggled in her lap, and her laptop opened and balanced on her knees. Her fingers skittered nimbly over the keyboard as she showed Terrell what she had been trying to explain to him in the car.

A visualization of parallel world concept twirled on the screen in in all its pretty purple and pink glory with a black background while the cursor darted from place to place to bring up more graphics as Lorelai reiterated her theory for the handsome lieutenant.

When the others entered the jet and were introduced, Lorelai barely heard, her attention completely devoted to her computer, her cat and the cute Terrell in that order.

 

[Calim]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:00pm, Late Spring, 2003




"They seem to have gone all out on this, I mean a driver a car three times what I am used to making this looks like it could be my dream job, If I only knew what it was I mean." Jeremiah smiles to himself and looks around at the wide open planes of wheat and grass as well as the airplanes taking off and landing. "So will you be accompanying us to Colorado?"

 

[Fanog]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
2:45pm, Late Spring 2003

As Andreev nears Leonard in his trip of the plane, Leonard shakes his hand in greeting. "Hello Mr. Ilianov, nice to meet you. Leonard Campbell. so, you're a former cosmonaut? Does that mean that this expedition will actually be a space suit affair? Or you prabably know just as much about it as we do, right - That's to say, nearly nothing..."

"I assume that you're also pretty knowledgabe in astrophysics. In that case, you might enjoy talking with the professor." Leonard points at Loralai. "She's pretty big on the science department, seems like she figured out how this thing is supposed to work, already." His tone of voice make it quite clear that Leonard is really not the person for the exact sciences..

 

[Keia]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:00pm, Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Jeremiah Grayson
"They seem to have gone all out on this, I mean a driver a car three times what I am used to making this looks like it could be my dream job, If I only knew what it was I mean." Jeremiah smiles to himself and looks around at the wide open planes of wheat and grass as well as the airplanes taking off and landing. "So will you be accompanying us to Colorado?"

"Sorry, sir, I can't help you there. I really wasn't informed about anything other than to pick you up and see you safely to the rest of the team," Lt. Dyson said. "And, no, I won't be heading to Colorado with the rest of you, if that's where you're going."

The sedan passed through clearance and headed on a side road to the hangers on the far side of the airport. Nearby, heavy construction on an additional terminal and several other buildings was in progress, though Grayson saw few workers on the buildings this late in the day.

Lt. Dyson drove slowly, only 10-15 miles per hour, as he approached the designated hangar. Dyson had a questioning look on his face, though he said nothing.

OCC: Grayson