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

[Dark Nemesis]

Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada

The initial firearms training was little more than review for Rylee. Though unused to the Beretta, she quickly got the hang of aiming and shooting with it. The obstacle course was not too terrible for her. She had run on obstacle courses before, but all of them seemed very shabby when compared to the course the the Americans had. It was a good work out. She did not have to do too many sits ups and pushups during the review. Though she paid attention to the evening instruction, what they had to say also came mostly as a review for her. Still, it was a busy day, and she returned to their accomodations looking forward to a hot shower.

Upon emerging from the shower, she dressed in a set of worn fatigues. She did not bother to dry her hair, content to simply brush it out before making her way to the kitchen to get something to eat. She grinned upon finding everyone in the common room, including Montoya. "Montoya! You are looking quite well."

 

[Fanog]

Leonard expression goes momentarily flat, but he recoveres rather quickly. "I see, Sir."

He is in doubt for a short moment, then fishes a key out of his pocket. "I am going to be taking that shower, I think... All of the boxes are already stored, here is the key. Montoya might still need some of his stuff." Leonard hands the key to Durant for the time being and makes his way over to his room in quick pace, in need of some rest and time to think. Even though he had never known them, it still feels like he has just lost three members of 'his' team...

 

[Vardeman]

Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada

She grinned upon finding everyone in the common room, including Montoya. "Montoya! You are looking quite well."

Montoya, at first a bit overwhelmed at the enthusiastic welcome, managed to smile and nod and greet everyone, most of the by the correct name. When asked about his injury, he turned more serious. "Si, I thought I was a goner for sure," he began, unconsciously touching the site of his wound, hardly a scar to be seen, his voice trailing off a bit. Montoya shook his head and made the sign of the cross, "But, Madre de Dios, the doctors told me that you guys," he nodded at Rylee, Lucas, and Donovan, "are my saviors, and the docs here on base just gave me some awful gunk to drink," he made an awful face at that, "and I'm feeling good to go!"

Things got a little awkward as he thanked his saviors in an enthusiasticly latin way, a big hug for all three, Rylee, Lucas, and Donovan. After that he sat back down to listen to everyone talk about their day.

Seeing Montoya there lightened his mood and made 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."

Montoya smiled in response, "It was mostly Doc Donovan, I think. Mostly what the docs here did was give me that green gunk and keep me under observation. Glad to see you and the others are getting back in the groove. I'm itchin' to join you."

By the way, Ric - Did you find your uniform and other equipment?"

Montoya nodded and grinned, "Sure did, Leonard. That FN P90 is somethin' else, ain't it? I've already stripped it down several times to famliarize myself with it. I should be able to do it blindfolded before too long."

Lucas jogged into the rec room, and smiled when he saw Montoya. "You're looking well for a man who got shot. Glad to see they didn't hit anything too vital."

Montoya replied with a wink, "Yah, me too. I think if it had been a couple feet lower, I might have had some problems."

Jeremiah walked around to find Montoya. As he found him he stuck 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."

Montoya returned the handshake firmly and answered, "Hey, de nada, man. At least we all got here in more-or-less one piece. I just gotta learn to zig when the bullet zags, ya know?"

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

Montoya nodded and responded with the slightest of twinkles in his eye (or was that just a reflection from the overhead light), "Yes, sir! I will have it ready for your inspection at 0600, sir!"

She grinned upon finding everyone in the common room, including Montoya. "Montoya! You are looking quite well."

He smiled and replied, "Muchas gracias, senorita. You are one of the reasons I am looking so well."

V

 

[Keia]

Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0600 hours, June 3, 2003

Through conversations with the quartermaster over the course of the two rigorous days, Leonard is able use his influence to get three clips of ammo for personal weapons (Rylee, Lucas, Andreev), a shotgun, and combat knives for each of the members (including the USAF lieutenants). Of course, Leonard is on the hook for some things in the future, but that’s usually the way these things work out.

Lt. Reed and Lt. Stewart put in appearances late on the evening of the 2nd, having spent the last two days getting clearance to join with the team as support. They took the time to tie up loose ends and get duty transfers. Both are eager and ready to get started early on the morning of June 3 – the day the team would head out to the warehouse . . . and the Stargate within. Lt. Stewart was particularly pleased that Sgt. Montoya was up and around so quickly – though he did express some amazement at the short recovery.

Regarding Montoya, the base doctor cleared Montoya to return to active duty after a grueling battery of tests on the eve before. Montoya can’t remember a time he was poke and prodded as much as he was last night. Nevertheless, Montoya was cleared to rejoin the team.

Of Professor Lorelai Nguyen and Lt. Terrell there was little sign. Their clothing and personal effects were gone from the room when everyone returned from the obstacle course and the close combat training. What drew attention to the fact they were missing was the plaintive cry of a cat. Indeed, the black cat Krizzel had been left behind with a note to take good care of him until she returned. Where they went or what happened was not mentioned on the note.

As people tumbled into the mess early that morning wearing their new green fatigues, they were again drawn by the scent of some delicious food being cooked up by Lt. Stewart. This time, however, he had made enough for everyone to have some before inspection and the journey ahead. . .

[OOC: all]

 

[kid A]

Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0600 hours, June 3, 2003

As people tumbled into the mess early that morning wearing their new green fatigues, they were again drawn by the scent of some delicious food being cooked up by Lt. Stewart. This time, however, he had made enough for everyone to have some before inspection and the journey ahead. . .

Andreev arose early that morning, still managing to get get very little sleep, despite the past two days' events. He was still wired when he woke, the clock reading 3:30am. He attempted to fall back asleep, only to wake again at 4:00am. After about an hour, he looked back up at the clock. 4:18am. Finally, at 5:00 he could take no more. He rose from bed, stretching and groaning, and walked to the shower to get ready for the day. Selecting his pair of green fatigues, he dressed himself, all the while thinking about what was going to happen later this morning.

He would be getting his first actual glimpse of the Stargate.

After getting dressed, he went through his crates of gear, as well as his personal effects, and began organizing everything he thought he needed for the mission. Everything in the crates were going, as well as his digital camera, PDA with starcharts and 1 bottle of vodka, of course. After wrapping the bottle carefully in a t-shirt, he packed it and the rest of his things into the supplied field bags. He also was sure to pack his revolver and the extra bullets Leonard had managed to supply him with. He found himself quite relieved to be rid of the Beretta, and favored the FN P90 and his trusty revolver. Andreev made a mental note to thank Leonard for them later.

Everything packed and sitting on his bed, he walked out into the hallway where he was immediately bombarded by smells of a delicious breakfast being cooked. His nose followed the scent to the kitchen, and he found Lt. Stewart cooking up a feast for what looked like the entire team. Being the first one in the room, Andreev strolled over to the cooking area to offer his help to the busy Lt. Stewart. "Good morning, Lieutenant! May I be of any assistance?"

 

[Keia]

Kitchen, Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0600 hours, June 3, 2003

Being the first one in the room, Andreev strolled over to the cooking area to offer his help to the busy Lt. Stewart. "Good morning, Lieutenant! May I be of any assistance?"

"Morning, sir," Stewart replied, "I think I've got a good eye on everything so far, though I could you a hand gathering plates and whatnot for everyone. I figured our last cooked meal for a while ought to be a good one."

Stewart remained diligent in the kitchen, watching the eggs, bacon and sausage, while preparing toast and mixing batter for pancakes. Stewart smiled as he worked and said, "Kinda good to do this again . . . I used to help my momma on breakfast for our family - 9 hungry kids, my mom, dad and grandma. There were some hungry mouths to feed there."

 

[kid A]

Kitchen, Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0600 hours, June 3, 2003

"Lieutenant, that is a most thoughtful gesture. I am sure I speak for everyone when I say that it will be more than a little appreciated." At Lt. Stewart's request, Andreev began getting out stacks of plates, cups, silverware and napkins, and setting them on the tables to prepare for a "buffet" style breakfast. When that was finished, he began buttering toast, all the while chatting with Stewart about family and such until the first of the team members began appearing in the kitchen.

 

[Nuke261]

Kitchen, Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0600 hours, June 3, 2003

Durant walked into the kitchen from the back porch, wearing a t-shirt, BDU pants and combat boots. He appeared to be a body in motion, no sooner did he step into the room, the door only half closed behind him, than he began to speak. "Did you guys see the note the little spoiled@$$ princess left us? What a f@*#(^% load of bull!! Who the hell does she think she is walking out of here like that! This a damned secure operation on a supposedly secured base! She just decides to leave with her crybaby boyfriend and thinks thats fine! I just hope she tries to come back! If no one else kills her first!" With that Durant slams down the note written to the group by Lorelai. He then grabs a pitcher of juice, pours a huge glass, drinks it, refills it and pours another glass.

"On a brighter note, it is absolutely gorgeous out today. I could have ran all morning! If we're going to be holed up here I have got see about getting us a weight pile though. Andreev, looks like you picked uniform of the day. Make sure everyone else is wearing the same thing, alright. Stewart, looks like I would have been a fool to of gave you up! Lets get some of that grub onto these plates!"

 

[Keia]

Kitchen, Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0600 hours, June 3, 2003

Lt. Stewart barely flinched when Durant slammed the note down on the table and resisted the impulse to read what it said.

"On a brighter note, it is absolutely gorgeous out today. I could have ran all morning! If we're going to be holed up here I have got see about getting us a weight pile though. Andreev, looks like you picked uniform of the day. Make sure everyone else is wearing the same thing, alright. Stewart, looks like I would have been a fool to of gave you up! Lets get some of that grub onto these plates!"

"I appreciate the sentiment, sir," Lt. Stewart replied, smiling. "Figured I better earn my keep any way I can based on the number of hoops I had to jump through to get onto this assignment."

Lt. Chris Reed entered the room while Durant was piling food onto his plate, looking much better than anyone should wearing green fatigues. As Durant (and others) looked her over, he didn't note anything that wasn't regulation - but she wore it well. She dropped her loaded bag against the wall in the kitchen and moved to grab some breakfast. "Yeah, for a few minutes yesterday it seemed like I was in the circus," Reed added to Stewart's comment.

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[kid A]

Kitchen, Secure Accommodations, Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
0600 hours, June 3, 2003

Between buttering pieces of toast, Andreev walked over to the table Durant was at, and read quickly over the note. He thought it very strange, although her behavior had been strange ever since reaching the base. Perhaps the trouble on the Lear the other day had troubled her more than anyone had thought. "Perhaps she is not handling this as well as most of us are. She may not be ready for this type of responsibility, with all due respect, Commander. After all, she is still only a child."

Walking back to the kitchen area, Andreev listened to Durant's request, and answered, "I will make sure they are dressed in their uniforms, Commander." With that, he continued buttering the toast, stopping only when Lt. Reed joined them in the kitchen. He presented his best smile as he set the plate of buttered toast on the table. Reaching for the pitcher of juice, he poured a glass and offered it to her. "Good morning, Lt. Reed!"

"Was it very difficult for the two of you to be reassigned to this mission?" He continued chatting, and began pouring glasses of juice.