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

[Keia]

On the Way to Syracuse
Ithaca, New York
5:55pm Late Spring, 2003

Nervous at being next to such a cute guy, she kept talking though acutely aware that the lieutenant probably didn't give a rat's ass about her theories. "I'm sure you've heard of the theory of parallel worlds? Well, there are currently four major theories on how that is the case...I mean we all know that there has to be parallel world. Every physics equation proves it emphatically..." she trailed off, unsure if she should just shut up and let Terrell drive before she bored him to death.

“Parallel worlds, huh? Didn’t Einstein start the groundwork for a lot of those theories? Obviously, it wasn’t intentional, but I thought I read something like that,” Terrell offered when he noticed Lorelai starting to get quiet. “High-end physics was never my specialty, but enjoyed reading some of the stuff that wasn’t so dry. I don’t mind listening to you . . . and we’ve got about an hour and a half to get to the airport yet?”

OOC: Nguyen

 

[Keia]

Gas and Go
North Central New York
6:10pm Late Spring, 2003

Simms walked out of the gas station at a much greater pace than when he entered. Eyes scanning to left and right as he hurried to the sedan. “Ma’am, we have to go, right now,” Simms called to Rylee. “There’s been a change in plans . . . so there’s no time to waste.”

Simms didn’t wait to buckle up, but drove out of the gas station as soon as Rylee was seated. Simms explained as he drove, “Ma’am, we’ve got to get you on the Albany to JFK flight, but you’ll be meeting people there rather than proceeding on the Colorado Springs.”

OOC: Fallon

 

[Keia]

Southbound I-91
New Haven, Connecticut
7:22pm, Late Spring, 2003

At least a half dozen times, Fisher was certain that there was a car following him, only to see it turn off at the next exit. As he drove down I-91, the traffic began to thin somewhat – others finally reached they destinations. Looking at his watch, Fisher guessed that he still had about an hour and a half to go to get to LaGuardia Airport.

At least things were going somewhat smoothly, all things considered . . . until Lucas saw the state highway patrol car that pulled in behind him. At least the lights weren’t on . . .

OOC: Fisher

 

[Keia]

The Ballyard Picnic Tables
Choctaw Reservation, Oklahoma
11:30am, Late Spring, 2003

After battle ball, softball, basketball, and a rough game of Capture the Flag, Grayson was clearly exhausted – yet exhilarated. The mothers of some of the boys brought out food to the picnic tables – leftovers from last night made into sandwiches, fresh fruit and vegetables, many Indian dishes as well as large amounts of iced sun tea.

Grayson’s shoulders, nose and cheeks felt very hot to the touch. One of the women, upon noticing, said, “Would you like me to get some salve for than? I think you may be getting a serious sunburn there.”

Jeremiah heard the boys in the background talking about soccer . . .

OOC: Grayson

 

[Jarval]

Southbound I-91
New Haven, Connecticut
7:22pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lucas checks his speed, making sure he's below the limit, before glancing back up at the mirror and the patrol car behind him. It's just a police car. Nothing to worry about, right? None the less, he shifts the handgun in his waistband to a more convenient position, flicking his eyes from the road to the mirror every few seconds.

JFK can't arrive soon enough. He glances again at the reflection of the patrol car. Please just go on by. You're not interested in me...

 

[kid A]

“Don’t you worry about me, sir,” Reed replied, “I can more than handle any trouble that may come our way – though the thought is sweet.”

As she holstered her sidearm, Andreev replied to her, "I do not doubt your abilities, Lieutenant. As I said, there is no-one I would rather have protecting me. However, I would like to avoid any trouble as much as possible. Besides, this will give us a chance to talk."

He reached inside his jacket, checked the revolver, feeling safer for it being there. He had had little use for firearms nowadays, working mostly with various space programs. However, on the rare occasion a project included military involvement, he was required to re-qualify with his weapon. After a while, he had made it a point to keep himself in practice. It never amounted to much more than a job requirement or hobby, but now, feeling it there, he was glad for it. He was reminded yet again of his days in the military.

They began to chat. Lt. Reed told him about her life, growing up in Texas through her days at the Academy and serving at Elgin AFB. Confidence and ambition, two qualities that Andreev found most attractive in women, were apparent in her actions and decisions throughout her life.

“Pretty straightforward stuff,” Reed said, “how about you?”

Andreev smiled, "I am one of those rare individuals on this planet, Lieuytenant, to have found the good fortune to realize his dreams. My life has been a difficult one, but not without it's rewards." He told her his story, and they talked into the night, the drive passing by more quickly than Andreev would have thought. Or would have liked.

 

[Keia]

Lear Jet - Tangent Communications
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:30pm, Late Spring 2003

Originally posted by Leonard Campbell
"Ah, hello Sirs." he nods a friendly smile over to the two men in the cockpit, by way of introduction. "Leonard Campbell, pleased to meet you."

"Campbell, I'm Captain Jon Samuels and this is Lt. Stephen Sower. We'll be your friendly neighborhood pilots, assuming someone can get their head out of their . . .," the captain replied pausing in his tirade. "Is your father in the military also, Campbell?"

After getting a reply, Samuels added, "Well, if you'll excuse us gentlemen, we've got to move this plane and get some shut-eye -eventually anyway."

OOC: Campbell, Montoya

 

[Vardeman]

Lear Jet - Tangent Communications
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:30pm, Late Spring 2003

Montoya reached the cockpit in time to hear a particularly good string of expletives. “Ah, Sgt. Montoya, I didn’t notice you were back,” Captain Samuels said on seeing Montoya. When pressed, Captain Samuels will say, “Montoya, this is why I hate commercial airport – all the damned regulations. We can’t set out of here until at least 10:00am tomorrow morning according to regulations. Based on our recently recorded in air times, we can’t fly for 18 hours – to get the proper freaking rest. What a crock! Ah, well, you get the opportunity, would you let Commander Durant know our status. It’s nothing important – just that we’re stuck here till tomorrow morning.”

Samuels continued into another tirade after that, but nothing more informative other than new ways to use several words. Samuels then informed him, that the plane had to taxi over to the parking area, but everyone could remain on board for the duration.

Montoya nodded in sympathy with the pilot's plight. "Ok, sir. Here's the plan. I'm going to check in with Durant and let him know what's going on with the tower and get him to inform Fallon and her escort that we need to meet outside the high-security area of the airport. Campbell and I are going to check our gear. Then I need to get some civvies and meet this Rylee Fallon and convince her to come back here. Campbell, you're welcome to join me, two sets of eyes are always better than one. Do you know how to handle a pistol?"

He takes a breath and then turns his attention back to the pilots. "I would suggest that you gentlemen take turns getting some z's. You're probably going to need them, but we also need you safe. You have a cell phone?"

With that, Montoya, heads back into the cabin to check his gear and explain what he knows of the situation to Campbell.

V

 

[Keia]

From Durant

On the Road to Syracuse
Upstate New York
3:35pm, Late Spring 2003

As Durant and Stewart walked toward the car Durant told him to go ahead and drive. "I have some calls to make and I would like to try and catch a combat nap if I can."

Durant phoned Montoya and told him about the men in the airport who seemed to recognize him and Stewart. He also reminded Montoya that he may want to pick up some civilian clothes so that he did not stand out quite as much.

Next, Durant got out the files he had collected on this mission. He was trying to go over the schedule he had set up in his head. Too many variables and he could only be in one place at once. But Montoya seemed capable and soon Andreev and Luke would be with him. As long as none of these scientists and doctors got out of hand, things should be alright.

Durant reclined his seat to get some rest, he closed his eyes thinking, Speaking of which, I wonder if this Lorelai Nguyen looks as perky in person as she does in her photo...

 

[Keia]

Lear Jet - Tangent Communications
JFK Airport, New York, New York
3:40pm, Late Spring 2003

After taxiing to a new location, the Lear jet’s engines quieted and then there was silence. As Montoya pulled his cell out to call Durant, it rang. Not surprisingly, it was Durant who told him . . .

. . . about the men in the airport who seemed to recognize him and Stewart. He also reminded Montoya that he may want to pick up some civilian clothes so that he did not stand out quite as much.

Montoya also relayed his information to Durant regarding the jet complications and the potential arrangements with Fallon.

“Sorry, sergeant, neither Sower nor I have a cell phone. I’ll give you the air traffic hot line and the numbers for the Captain’s lounge at the airport. In fact, if you want, I can probably get you gentlemen into the lounge for a few hours of rest and relaxation – first drinks on me. It’s a secure room, allowing only pilots and flight crews. What’d ya say?” Captain Samuels offered.

OOC: Montoya, Campbell