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

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Having finished her breakfast, she leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee and mulling over this new information. Aliens, travel to other planets... it sounded quite unbelievable. Still... it was definitely worth leaving her mountain retreat to hear all this. She regarded Durant quietly, waiting for him to say just who would be accompanying him on this mission.

 

[Nuke261]

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

Well this is a good sign. Everyone seems eager to continue.
"I would say that Montoya will be on the support crew until he recovers. And Professor Nugyen seems to be having some trouble adjusting, so I can't see her going at this time. Any other changes will be made as we go." He could see the excitement building in their eyes. "None of this is carved in stone people, let's stay professional here."

Durant waited for any further questions.

 

[Fanog]

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

Leonard leans back in his chair, relieved to hear that he'll go and actually get a chance to interact with this alien culture. With that worry off his chest, he has a chance to actually think about that they're trying to do.

"Sir, you said these To'kra have had contact with the SG-1 team. At least, two of them. Could we get the names of the members of that team? It might give us a better introduction when we find them: names of people seem to stick better than a code like 'SG-1'. At least, that the way it would work on earth..."

He seems to think on something and continues, this time speaking more to Andreev. He speaks in the tone of someone who isn't totally at home in the subject, but confident enough to speak his thoughts. "Also, I was thinking about this dial-home situation, and how we might end up in Cheyenne Mountain. Isn't it possible to set up a return time with Montoya and Lorelai. Say in one week, they'll open up the stargate again, from this end. We would know that it's them opening the gate, and could safely step back. Right?"

 

[kid A]

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

"Also, I was thinking about this dial-home situation, and how we might end up in Cheyenne Mountain. Isn't it possible to set up a return time with Montoya and Lorelai. Say in one week, they'll open up the stargate again, from this end. We would know that it's them opening the gate, and could safely step back. Right?"

Hearing the question, which sounded as though it was directed toward himself, Andreev turned his gaze toward Leonard, who was, sure enough, looking back in his direction. "That is an excellent question, Mr. Campbell. I have had not but a brief chance to look over the information regarding the Stargate, but from what I have ascertained, your suggestion, however plausbile, is impossible. You see, from what I understand, the Stargate itself functions as a wormhole, or a channel of transportation which allows travel in one direction only. Any attempt to travel a wormhole in the opposite direction... that is, any attempt at entering a wormhole through it's exit, would result in... well, let us just say that it would be a very short trip."

As he spoke, he found himself pacing the front of the room, an action he did quite often when speaking to a large audience. Continuing his path along the floor of the kitchen, he went on with his explanation. "Fortunately, we do have a very reliable means of returning home safely. And he is sitting right over there." He came to a halt and offered a gesture toward Jeremiah, indicating him as the subject of his discussion. "You see, in order to return safely to Earth, we will need to have the proper coordinates, which we will use to input... or as I understand, the correct term being 'dial-up'... our return location into the alien Stargate. Therefore, we will need to decipher which of the symbols shown on the perimeter of the Stargate are the exact coordinates for Earth. Young Mr. Grayson there is our resident linguist/sociologist, and as such, one of his primary objectives on this mission will be to find these coordinates."

He gave a confident smile to Jeremiah, and offered to the team his speculation, "Mr. Grayson's file has indicated that he is one of the the most formidable experts in his field. One of the best in the world, in fact. Based on this information, I, for one, believe that he will successfully procure for us a safe return home."

 

[Keia]

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

As Andreev was finishing his explanations, several within the room heard a loud knock on the door to the quarters the team was stationed at. Opening the door revealed a sergeant and several enlisted men carrying large boxes. As the door opened the sergeant started speaking to whoever opened the door. . .

"Sir (or Ma'am), I have orders here from Major General Easton to provide the following materials to these accomodations specifically to a Lt. Commander Craig Durant . . . or at least this briefcase is to be specifically given to him. The remaining boxes we can put where ever you want," the sergeant continued.

"Also, I have a message from the medical ward and an envelope for Lt. Commander Durant as well," the sergeant finished.

The boxes ranged from large corrugated cardboard boxes to large metal and heavy plastic strong boxes.

OOC: all [Campbell, Donovan, Durant, Fallon, Fisher, Grayson, Ilianov, Montoya, Nguyen]

 

[Jarval]

Lucas looks over at the boxes with interest, itching to open some of the more intriguing looking ones to find out what lies inside. However, he represses this urge, waiting for Durant Now my commanding officer, I guess. to have a chance to read the message and open his own briefcase.

 

[Nuke261]

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

Craig Durant walked to the door and reached for the briefcase and letter. "Thank you Sergeant. I'll take those from you. The rest of those things can be taken to one of the common rooms inside." Looking back over his shoulder at the others he continued. "Would someone like to lead them?" Durant quickly studied the briefcase. After that he opened the letter and began to read.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

After taking one last sip of her coffee, she rose from the table and showed the men into one of the common rooms. Her curiousity as to what was in those boxes was poorly hidden, and she barely restrained the urge to open them before the others entered the room. Maybe the boxes held some more weaponry!

She solved the problem by removing herself from the temptaton. Once the men had set the boxes down, she followed them back into the kitchen, and took her plate to the sink, to wash it off. As Durant was reading his letter, she occasionally glanced at his face, trying to guage his reaction to what was written.

 

[Keia]

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

Durant accepted the briefcase and feltthe comfortable weight of the objects within. Reading the letter, Durant noted that the contents of the briefcase contained two Zat guns and fuel cells to recharge each twice. Also, Major General Easton cleared a practice facility and arranged for training in close combat and personal firearms for any members of the team that were interested. The instructors were high profile high clearance individuals that Durant recognized from his earlier tours. The note detailed the facilities being provided as, "the best I could do on short notice for those going out to save the world."

The other cartons contained two sets of fatigues, with the names of the wearer and correct sizes for each individual. The metal and heavy plastic crates contained weapons (3 FN P90's with 50 rounds of ammo for each (FMJ), 7 9mm Beretta 92s), combat boots, load bearing harnesses, magnetic compasses, tactical deployment vests, tactical radios, and 6 days MRE's for each individual on the team.

The note from the medical department was a status report on a Sergeant Richardo Montoya. It mentioned that he was recovering nicely and should be able to return to active duty in a day or two. Odd for someone who had sustained the kind of injuries that Montoya was carted in for . . .

OOC: All

 

[Fanog]

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

Leonard stands up from his seat and follows the men to where they drop the boxes. In passing, he adresses Durant. "Sir, I assume this is our equipment for the mission. With your permission, I'll oversee that everyone gets what they need, Sir. I've got some experience with making quarter, I could see to it that everone is comfortable with their gear, and might make an inventory of 'special' requests that anyone might have. With your permission, Sir."

Assuming Durant is okay with that, Leonard takes it upon himself to open the boxes and take a quick look at what's there. "Okay everyone, please listen up. It seems like everything we'll be needing is here. Please come round one by one to pick up your gear. If you find anything missing, or if you think you'll need addional or special equipment, please come see me. I'll make a list and see what the people at the base can do for us."