[D20 Modern] Stargate SG-1 - Part II - It's getting warmer

[Jarval]

Entry Hall, Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0830 hours, June 1, 2003

"Let's just say firearms aren't quite my speciality." Lucas smiles slightly as he replies to Rylee. "I've only fired a handgun twice in my life, and the whole idea of shooting at people runs pretty much against what I've been taught."

He nods his agreement to Leonard, picking up his Beretta, along with a clip of ammunition, and walking outside to stand with Durant and Andreev.

 

[Keia]

Back Porch, Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0945 hours, June 1, 2003

“. . . So as far as I'm concerned, Welcome aboard." Durant stuck his hand out to shake Stewart's. "It will be good to have another pair of hands around that I am already certain of what they can do." Durant had to admit, having Stewart with the group made him feel a bit more comfortable with things.

Stewart firmly grasped Durant’s hand and shook, then saluted afterward. “I’ll check with Reed and Terrell on what they want to do, sir,” Stewart said on his way back into their accommodations. He nodded to Grayson as he passed him at the door.

Durant then spent the next hour with Grayson going over some of the details of the Stargate from the information Durant had at his disposal. The markings of the chevrons (the seven symbols used to enter a destination into the Stargate) and the hints of other, alien languages out there was very intriguing to Grayson – and seemed to run parallel to his theories on languages. By the time Grayson left Durant, weapons training wasn’t foremost in his mind any longer, but it was necessary.

Entry Hall, Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0945 hours, June 1, 2003

After an hour or so of reviewing materials with the members of his team, plus checking over the quality of the materials delivered by the quartermaster, Campbell was satisfied. He had fatigues and supplies (not weapons) for four additional members of the team: Sgt. Montoya (who was recovering from his injuries), a Stevens, a Josephine, and a Kennedy - odd, but not surprising to have leftovers. Regardless, Leonard was satisfied enough to start making a list of items to request of the quartermaster including bullets, holsters, and combat slings for the personal weapons of Rylee, Fisher, and Ilianov. His last thought as he finalized the list was to check with his new commander and determine if anything additional needed to be added to the list.

OOC: Durant, Grayson, Campbell

 

[Keia]

Training - day one

Back Porch, Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0945 hours, June 1, 2003

After stowing away what supplies were available and changing into base fatigues, those looking to develop some firearms skill, or just looking to brush up on skills they already had, gathered on the back porch of the accommodations to await the arrival of their trainers. There wait was short-lived as moments later, two air force drill sergeants and a corporal made their way past the perimeter patrols and across the yard.

Along with a contingent of military personnel (who seemed primarily interested in protecting the group from all outside influences), the team made their way to the famed Nellis AFB training yards. The first hour was simple but intense training on the care and cleaning of the weapons being used – along with several rounds of practice. Then marksmanship and accuracy where tested for the next hour and those that were unfamiliar with the recoil of the weapon immediately became familiar with the experience.

A brief lunch was handed out (barely a snack), then the sergeants lead the team on a ten mile run/march and obstacle course – pushing and prodding the entire way. The trainers weren’t concerned about delivering a fair bit of punishment for those that lagged behind (both physical and emotional). Then the marksmanship and accuracy was again tested, with explanations and instructions on how to compensate for fatigue and other conditions.

Another snack was served and the instructors tested the team on the maintenance of the firearms (with sit-ups or push-ups for those that made mistakes). As twilight and evening set in, the trainers worked on lighting conditions, the flash the weapon provided, and the use of various scopes and sight assistance devices.

Durant, and those who did not attend the training were given the opportunity to watch the final event of the evening. Finally, at almost 9:00pm, the obstacle course test (with targets) was run though, with scoring for each member of the team that participated – congratulating those that did well and instructing those who needed more work and direction (though much friendlier than earlier in the day).

Fully exhausted, though with a strong sense of accomplishment, those that went through the training found both the showers (baths) and bunks to be a welcome sight that evening.

OOC – all, also see ooc thread

 

[Vardeman]

Rec Room, Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
2245 hours, June 1, 2003

Fully exhausted, though with a strong sense of accomplishment, those that went through the training found both the showers (baths) and bunks to be a welcome sight that evening.

As the rest of the team returned from the training grounds, they found Sgt. Montoya in the middle of a workout in the rec room. Wearing just a pair of fatigue pants and combat boots, he worked through his martial arts kata with a singular intensity, a healthy sweat glistening on his muscular torso. As he noticed his teammates returning, he brought his kata to a close and relaxed. After a moment he waved and called out, "Hey guys, they told me you were out training. I would've joined you, but the guards said they had orders." He made a sour face, "I told them I felt alright, but they said I was confined to the barracks until the docs cleared me. So anyway I decided to get a good workout. How'd your training go?"

V

 

[Nuke261]

Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0945 hours, June 1, 2003

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the in depth conversations with Andreev and Grayson, Durant was relieved when it became time for firearms training. He had desperately wanted to get some time on the range, the events of the last several days left him feeling a bit stiff. He looked forward to the chance to flex some familiar muscles and skills. However, the duties of running a covert mission to another planet with an untrained group presented too many obstacles to allow him to leave.

Before the group left, Durant caught up with Campbell to grab his gear. He informed Campbell that at least for the time being the additional weapons would go to himself, Ilianov and Montoya and that he would secure them in his room for now. He also presented a list of supplies the group could use. The list consisted of Flashlights and combat knives for anyone who did not have them, chemlights, a pair of night vision goggles and a shotgun with ammunition. For himself he requested a box of 9mm ammo and 2 additional magazines for his Beretta. "Campbell, I know they say they want to take care of us, but this base is not outfitted for everything I would like us to have. Do what you can to fill the needs of the others first. Then see what you can do about the stuff I want for the team. Then see about my stuff last. We can probably get by for now. I can try and call in some sources I have later, but we won't have time for that now. Anything we can't get, start a list of for latter. Now get out of here and get over to the weapons qualifications."

Durant was able to complete most of what he needed after a few hours. He got in some quick p.t. and then made it over to see the obstacle course that the group was ran through. Not the most impressive display he had ever witnessed, but they were not too bad. The group had definite potential.

 

[kid A]

Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0945 hours, June 1, 2003

Andreev joined the rest of the team in the firing range for the first of the two-day training session. He had always made a point of keeping up with his marksmanship. Working so closely with the military, he liked the idea of knowing he could always call on his combat training when he needed it. Which, of course, was not very often, with his work being primarily related to projects involving space and space travel. However, as his current situation had proven, you never knew when you may need to defend yourself.

As such, the firearms training went well for him. It was always good to brush up on his skills, and he definitely needed this time to get used to the new Beretta. It was not quite as bad as he originally imagined, as it turned out. The Beretta didn't lose much on accuracy or precision, and obviously it didn't take quite so long to reload. However, as he was firing, he still found himself longing for the comfortability he felt when shooting his revolver.

The obstacle course was pretty standard. And, actually, he thought it may have been a bit sub-standard for what he was used to. Again, it had been awhile since he had been through an obstacle course, but he passed through it with very few problems at all.

After the training, he was surprised to discover he was a bit wired. Odd, since it had been a pair of long, grueling days, with very little sleep to be had. He showered, put on a set of his new fatigues, and took a walk through the base. He checked the rec room, kitchen, and other common areas, seeing where everyone had turned up after their training. Primarily, he was looking for Durant, to see if he could get his old friend to have a drink with him. Durant could handle anything that was thrown at him, he was sure of that. But Andreev still found himself more than a little concerned. This mission was a whole new ballpark, and he just wanted to make sure Craig was handling everything okay.

He also found himself looking for Lt. Reed. He was curious to see if she had made the decision to stay with the team. He found himself thinking about her quite often over the last couple of days, actually... something he didn't really mind at all.

 

[Fanog]

Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0945 hours, June 1, 2003

"Yes, Sir. I'll see to it. The list isn't too long at the moment. It seems that everyone already knew to expect anything, they seemed to have packed any personal equipment they'd thought they needed. I suspect I won't have too many problems requisitioning the rest." Leonard takes the list and puts it in with the others he had received or made. "Also Sir, before I forget. There were three additional boxes of clothing, with names tags already on them. Are we expecting more members?" Leonard doesn't really expect an answer right awat, but would like to check if Durant is aware of it.

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Leonard enters the rec room with a bottle of water from the kitchen. Seeing Montoya there lightens his mood and makes him forget the rough day he had. At least, for the moment... "Hey, Ric. Nice to see you up and about so soon. They must have been doing a splendid job, getting you well so soon. Training was, well... educational, I think. Boot camp all over again." He rolls his eyes a bit, but is internally grateful for the opportunity to see how he would hold up in action.

"I did reasonably well at the firing range, I think. As well as could be expected from someone who usually deserves his money by talking, at least." There's quite a bit of sarcasm in his voice, and Leonard isn't really sure that he did that well. Firearms just aren't really his thing. "The obstacle course was pretty bad, though. I think I'd better get into shape fast." He yawns and stretches his sore muscles. "Well, tommorow might be fast enough. "I'm going to take a short shower. By the way, Ric - Did you find your uniform and other equipment?"

 

[Jarval]

Lucas jogs into the rec room, and smile when he sees Montoya.

"You're looking well for a man who got shot. Glad to see they didn't hit anything too vital." He flops down into a seat, glad to rest.

The training had gone pretty well. The morning's stint on the firing range had done little but reinforce Lucas' dislike of handguns, but at least he now had some degree of competence with the Beretta. The afternoon had been much more to his tastes, with the run and obstacle course giving him a much needed dose of exercise and fresh air after the last few days of cramped confinement. Even so, he was glad to be sitting down...

He grins at Leonard's observations on the afternoon's activity.

"Hey, you did better on the obstacle course than I managed on the range. Our trainers looked just about ready to put me out of my misery when I jammed my gun."

 

[Calim]

Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada

Jeremiah goes through the next 2 days in a slight haze, he seems to be trying to process the information that Durant has given him to look over so as to make sure he does not let his new teammates down, and for the sheer wonder that he is going to be working with languages that have diverged from several points in human history. Everytime he starts thinking of this he starts to smile as he feels even closer to a root language that started it all.

After the second day of training Jeremiah walks arround to find Montoya.

As he finds him he sticks his hand out to shake Sgt. Montoya's hand,"Sgt Montoya, I wanted to check in and see how you were doing, after all you were injured trying to pick me up."

 

[Nuke261]

Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada

"Also Sir, before I forget. There were three additional boxes of clothing, with names tags already on them. Are we expecting more members?"

"No. No Campbell we aren't expecting any new members." Durant's expression was sober and he looked Leonard directly in the eye when he spoke. "We do have a solid team here, but there were others who we couldn't get to in time. Go ahead and store the gear in case we need it later."

Durant also made his way to Montoya to check up on him and make sure he had received all of his proper gear.