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

[Nuke261]

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

The soft rumbling of the plane, the cozy, partialy reclined chair, the hours of constant activity all took a tremendous toll on Lieutenant Commander Durant. In other words, he was out!


A soft breeze blew through the air, comforting and cooling. Criag raised his head to see that he was laying on a giant matress, covered with large, fluffy pillows. The breeze seemed to be coming from everywhere. That was because he was outside! The warm sunshine felt wonderful with the breeze. He felt like a cat napping on a window. Those doors spread out around him were a bit odd. Those must be stargates! Then came the feeling of someone rubbing his hair. Fingers through his hair. Yes, he knew where this was going. Now his forehead was being kissed, no licked! Craig smiled, keeping his eyes closed he thought to himself, Lorelai really has a rough tongue.

Durant seemed relaxed for the first time since his adventure began. A smile appeared on his face as he nestled into his chair to enjoy the rest of his well earned nap. He made no attempts to remove the cat perched above him.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Curled up as best she could in the chair, Rylee drifted from one dream to the next. First she dreamed of Lt. Simms winning a rugby championship. Then, she dreamed of Durant and Lorelai, dancing ballet together... though Durant seemed to be dancing in a cat costume. Then, she was back home, on the farm in Ireland...

Her parents maintained a nervous silence, but Rylee hardly noticed as she played with her dolls. It was very late, and she should have been in bed, but whatever was troubling her mother and father led them to forget about putting her to bed. Rylee was content not to remind them, feeling rather like an an adult for being allowed to stay up this late.

A car could be heard coming up the drive, and Rylee went to the window to see who it was. Automobiles rarely came this far out into the country, especially this late at night. Four men got out of the car, and knocked upon the door. Her parents greeted them, invited them in, and went into the kitchen. Even from where Rylee was sitting, she could hear that whatever conversation they had was brief and terse.

Very quietly, she tucked her favorite doll under her arm, and crept into the kitchen where the adults were meeting. They barely noticed her as she entered, too intent on whatever it was they were discussing. Some boring adult business, no doubt. Her father was insisting that no one would think to look in the forest, whatever that meant, and then all of the adults got up to go look at the forest, to see if it was indeed as desolate as her father insisted. Her mother paused only long enough to warn her not to eat any cookies, as she would be going to bed as soon as they came back in. Then, Rylee was alone in the kitchen.

For a moment, she sulked about having to go to bed, until something shiny on the table caught her eye. Climbing up in a chair, she saw that one of the strangers had left his pistol there. The only gun Rylee had ever seen before was her father's shotgun, and he would not let her go near it, because her mother insisted that she was too young. Fascinated, she reached out to pick the gun up. But its weight surprised her, and she dropped it onto the floor, where it went off with a loud BANG.

She was unhurt, and surprised, but not nearly as surprised at the adults, who all came rushing back into the room. One of the men, apparently the owner of the gun, was very angry, and began shouting. He raised his hand to hit her, and though out of the corner of her eye she saw her father moving to stop him, he was too far away. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the blow to fall....

She gasped and jerked out of her seat, having been awakened by the high pitched whine of the plane's engines. Now on her feet, she took a few deep breaths, trying to stop her heart from pounding. Slowly, she looked around the plane, trying to convince herself that she was not in Ireland, and she certainly was not five years old. During her examination of the plane, she noticed that they had gained a few more companions.

Embarrassed that she had been so moved by a mere dream, she sank back into her chair, hoping that no one had noticed her little outburst. No doubt most of the people here thought she was loony by now...

 

[Keia]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

“Huh,” was all that Dyson said. The hangar he was instructed to approach from the front gate was almost in front of the them, even as slow as Dyson was driving. The sun, as the car approached on the western side of the building, reflected brightly off of the corrugated metal doors and walls of the structure. The building was a large hangar with massive doors to allow the planes inside, but a private building with no Air Force designations or insignias. The hangar doors were closed but a small side door lie slightly ajar.

From Jeremiah’s perspective, there appeared to be some activity within the hangar, nothing that raised any alarms with him. There were no vehicles in sight in which an accident could occur.

Lt. Dyson stopped the sedan about ten feet from the side door of the hangar and opened his door. The smell of ozone and oils was readily apparent as the door opened. Also, the nearby construction was kicking up some dust clouds which occasionally blew across the hangar.

OOC: Grayson

 

[Keia]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

After a comfortable flight in which the Lear jet was quickened somewhat by a tailwind, the jet expertly touched down at Will Rogers World Airport. Captain Samuels spoke over the speaker again, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been given permission to taxi over the Hangar 14, which, according to Lt. Commander Durant, is where we will pick up our final passenger before headed southwest yet again. Lt Souer will be back when the plane stops to assist with the disembarking. Hope you had a good flight thus far. Stretch your legs and breath the air, because we’ll be heading back out by 6:00pm.”

Shortly, Hangar 14 loomed in front of the jet, its large eastern hangar doors open to receive the plane. Of course, the jet stopped outside the hangar, about sixty feet from the hangar doors. The sun, gleamed brightly over top of the corrugated metal doors and walls of the structure. The building was a large hangar with massive doors to allow the planes inside, but it was a private building with no Air Force designations or insignias. To those exiting the plane, it appeared that one plane was within the hangar and there was some activity within as well.

When the jet stopped, Lt. Souer emerged from the cabin and opened the side door of the Lear. A portable ladder was extended down to the tarmac in front of the hangar. The ladder, lightweight in construction, was sturdy but not as sturdy as large metal stairs used by the airports.

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

 

[Calim]

"Lt. Dyson, are you alright you seem to be zoning out? Is there something wrong? Are we there is that the problem?" Jeremiah asking as the Lt. seems to be elsewhere currently.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lorelai sighed to herself. Apparently, Lt. Terrell didn't want to tell her so she spent most of the flight working on her computer when applicable. Near the end of the flight though, she remembered that she needed to find Krizzel and make sure he didn't go exploring in the hanger.

Putting her computer away, she started to look for him, first - was he with Lucas?...no, him and the cosmonaut were still talking. With Leonard? No...probably not with Rylee Fallon since she didn't seem to like cats. Where was he?!

Finally she spied her cat and had to stop herself from yelling out his name. Krizzel was curled up in the dozing Durant's lap, whiskers twitching, tail whisking about. Apparently her wayward kitty had spent the flight cleaning off Durant's face and was now using him for a pillow.

"Krizzel," Lorelai hissed softly trying to balance herself so she could expertly pull her cat off the man's lap before he woke up and started yelling at her. "You little traitor, come on."

 

[Keia]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

“Nah, it’s nothing like that, sir,” Lt. Dyson replied as he leaned back into the sedan to speak with Grayson. “Its just that I expected an Air Force hangar or something similar, not some out of the way hangar. Maybe this is a private operative,” Dyson mused. Dyson definitely looked as though he were trying to figure out what this was all about.

“We should probably get your gear and head inside,” Dyson finally said.

Lt. Dyson smiled in to Grayson then popped the trunk of the sedan. On his way to the trunk he opened the rear door for Jeremiah to exit the vehicle.

“Once we get you settled with the rest of your team, sir, I can go back on some much needed leave. The wife and my newborn are waiting at home,” Lt. Dyson said. During the travel to Will Rogers Airport, Leonard had learned that Dyson had been ordered off of his leave by a Major Davis of the Air Force to make sure that Grayson was delivered safely to everyone else.

OOC: Grayson

 

[Calim]

"Well I appreciate the company up here it would have been a long trip by myself." Jeremiah goes back and starts getting his stuff out the back of the car looking around at the stark flatness of the area and realizing he is not likely going to be seeing this type of area again in Colorado. With a heave he gets his stuff out of the trunk and starts off towards the hangar.

"Looks like something is going on in there." Jeremiah still making small talk as he wlks towards the hangar.

 

[Nuke261]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003


The change in motion of the plane caused Durant to stir and slowly wake. As he opened his eyes he noticed that Krizzel had joined him for a nap. Then Durant saw Lorelai, hovering above him, reaching for Krizzel and watching his face. He smiled when she paused because she spotted his eyes open. Durant picked up Krizzel and handed him back to Lorelai. He did not say anything to her until he stood up and she began to walk away. "I hope this isn't going to be a continuing problem Prof. But I guess it's not that bad waking up to you staring at me and your...cat in my lap." With that Durnat stretched, checked his Sig, making sure it was locked and loaded, and called for Montoya and Stewart. "Let's take a quick look before we let the tourists off."

"Alright folks. I will be right back, need to make sure everything is squared away before you can all leave the plane." Giving Ilianov and Donovan a knowing nod of the head he added, "I am sure I don't have to worry about anyone trying to sneak off until I get back."

 

[kid A]

Will Rogers World Airport
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003

"Alright folks. I will be right back, need to make sure everything is squared away before you can all leave the plane." Giving Ilianov and Donovan a knowing nod of the head he added, "I am sure I don't have to worry about anyone trying to sneak off until I get back."

Out of the corner of his eye, Andreev noticed Durant and Montoya exiting the cockpit. His (mostly one-ended, and long-winded) conversation with Fisher came to a pause, mid-story, as Durant spoke. Catching the look from Durant, Andreev sat up in his seat, and began to finish his current tale to Fisher, carefully watching the other passengers of the plane...