StarGate: Traditions

[Jaeden]

.oO(Man, these people sure are serious...

Combat... situation...? Alright, I'm in deep now... Guess I need to lay off the donuts if I wanna pass this physical. Or do I? I don't know how I feel about combat situations.

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Allergies? Uncle Joe's cologne. Hope we don't encounter any of that in battle.

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Seriously... These guys are getting anal with the trick questions. Ehh.. this one's not so bad... just multiply the resistance by the... oh, crap; that all cancels out because the instantaneous voltage is 0...

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Jesus Christ! For the 50th time, I flippin' love the flippin' Air Force. And I flippin' love challenging situations, alright! Yes, I tend to get frustrated when I fail at something! I've already said so six times!

Okay, #382... When my friends have a problem, I am... What, no bubble for "I don't have any friends"? Oh, screw it, I am sympathetic and open to listen to them. Sure. I might be. Who the hell knows.

#383... When things aren't going my way, I... Offer the sacrifice of a bloody chicken. At least, I guess that's the answer you want, because "Take a deep breath and calm down" wasn't good enough the last 8 times I gave it...

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Rubbing his wrist, Julian stands after almost three hours in the chair. He still had the exit interview with Willingham, and that wasn't going to be pleasant. Julian sighed, letting the frustration of the personality test and the skill section slide out of his mind, and leaving only one question in his brain, roaring at him like a freight train...

.oO( What the hell is a Stargate? )

 

[RandomUsernamehmimo71]

Dr Lee nods, backing up and putting on another shield.
"That sounds about right. Let me know what you can."

As Ashley carries the device in the hallway, she will feel it vibrating slightly, in short pulses. They don't seem to quite follow a pattern, but neither do they seem entirely random.

Opening the door, she can see four Naquadah generators in various states of construction on the lab bench. Putting down the alien device, she runs to the phone.
She gets the approval to investigate, under the condition that one of the senior scientists remain either in the room or the observation deck with her at all times.

She'll ask that one come immediately, and within a few minutes Samantha Carter would step onto the observation deck, looking down to her, and engaging the microphone.

"What's going on?"

 

[Kemrain]

Before Major Carter arrives Ashley checks the naquadah generators, pleased to find them incomplete and lacking in the naquadah department. Sufficiently convinced that the box won't take down the Cheyenne Mountain Complex with a naquadah enhanced explosion she takes a quick sigh of relief.

Staring at the strange box intently, she jerks her head up in suprise when Sam speaks to her through the intercom.
"Oh, Major Carter. I wasn't expecting them to send you down." She smiles, gesturing to the artifact before her, "I had to call in this box. It's giving off some microwaves and singing and dancing for me. It's definately powered and has some trace ammounts of naquadah, but I have no clue what it's supposed to do and I figured I should bring it here to tinker with it, in case it decides to do something, unpleasant," she explains, the excited grin on her face quite visible in the well lit helmet. "Y'wanna help me play with it?" she offers, smirking and looking back down at her prize.
Without waiting for Sam to reply she puts her gloved hand down on the top surface of the box, feeling the checkerboard pattern, rapping on it lightly to try to get a feel for its composition.

 

[RandomUsernamehmimo71]

Sergeant Harrison lowers his head, and steps up, heading for the exit to the room. An he opens the door, Walter could be seen waiting impatiently.

The Sergeant slips out, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

Walter will come into the room and apologize. "Sir, I know you wanted to get out to lunch soon, but there's a few more people here to see you before you do." He checks the list on his clipboard. "We still have Dr. Andrew Holt, but he hasn't arrived yet, a Ms. Hinda Rampal, and Dover Bishop. I'm sorry sir."

Through the door, a woman could just be seen, her long black hair resting against civilian clothing.

Walter apologizes again, and offers, "Shall I show her in, sir?"

 

[RandomUsernamehmimo71]

As Julian was finishing the test, the door opens and Colonel Willingham would step into his office, and sit down at his Desk, across from Julian. He looks frustrated, almost as if he were looking for an excuse to bust Julian before he lost the opportunity.

"What did they offer?"

The Colonel would shakes his head, biting his lip.
"And why you? You've never been a very good soldier. Frankly, I don't know why you even joined the military. You must have had offers as a civilian.

"I know you, Anderson. I know you wouldn't want to leave the cutting edge, the chance to actually make a difference in the world unless the offered something Good. Was it Money? Women? Speak, up, Sergeant."

 

[RandomUsernamehmimo71]

Level 19, Science Labs

Major Carter checks a reading, looking at it for a few seconds before replying.
"I'd love to." she says, looking down, making sure she actually did remove all the Naquadah earlier.
"But right now it looks like a good thing you brought that in there. Those radiation levels are getting higher. I'm not sure it's a good idea to open the doors at the moment.

Sam looks down, and hits a few numbers into a calculator.
"Because of the NBC, you should be protected. Assuming the radiation continues to increase at its current rate, you should be safe for just over 39 minutes."

Carter will look down at Ashley and the device, and turn on a television monitor to see more closely.

As Ashley raps lightly on the device, it will begin to hum softly, giving off a soft noise. The computer near Ashley will register it as 880 Hz. The device would feel almost as if it were made from glass and ceramics.

"I'll see what I can do to help talk you through it, but since I can't get down there you're going to have to take lead. I'll get some other teams in place so that if we need to get you out of there, we can.

As the humming starts, Sam will quickly start looking with the monitor. "What caused that?"

{{OOC: Sam will assist another, giving a +2 bonus to Ashley when using electronics to try to figure out the device. She'll additionally use her class ability Assistance, to help any class ability or skill check that Ashley uses take 1/2 as long.}}

 

[Jaeden]

Julian grins, as if he's been waiting his whole career to say the words about to come from his mouth. Before looking up to face the door and his soon-to-be-ex commanding officer, he stuffs the huge packet into his backpack, securely out of view. With a deep breath to bury any sign of fear at entering potential combat situations, he rises with a wide smile on his face, and leans with half his backside on the corner of Willingham's desk.

"I'm sorry, Col. Willingham, but that's classified. And, being as you're still my commanding officer for another, oh, look at that, less than a half hour now, I wouldn't dare let you see me permit classified information to pass to anyone who doesn't have a need to know. I might lose a stripe. You're welcome to try and pull rank to get the information, like you did on the Major back in Kwajelein, but I'm keeping my nose clean like a good soldier." He smirked, knowing that the orders came from the desk of the President himself. If he was lucky, Willingham would just be busted down to Captain.

"You'll find that my workstation is cleaned out, and ready for the next poor sap to get stationed here. Well, not entirely ready - hell, he'll probably have to format the hard drive. I doubt the next guy will be able to figure out half the stuff I have running on that PC."

Julian shoulders his bag, not entirely trusting the Colonel not to try to snatch it from him. Given that the Colonel cut his teeth in 'Nam, Julian didn't want to wrestle with him over it. Silently hoping the Generals would quickly return and spirit him away on the private transport plane the Air Force likely sent them in, he decides to toy with the Colonel a little more before they show up.

"Perhaps if you ask questions I'm permitted to answer... For starters, since I know you're dying to find out, my favorite color is blue."

 

[Kemrain]

Glad I put the NBC suit on, she muses, pleased to have the assistance of a member of SG1. 39 minutes should be enough time to figure ths thing out...
In answer to Carter's question she replies, "I'm not sure, Major. I touched it and the noise it was making changed. It's a different pitch now than it was just a minute ago, 880 Hz if this computer is accurate. It's obviously sensitive to contact." She grips the box gingerly by two of its sides, turning it onto its back to view its bottom. "Dr. Lee told me we picked it up from a place called Hadante, by way of P4C-554," she recites from memory, "I haven't seen the report on it, and it could have useful information- like if it was singing and dancing when the team who aquired it picked it up. It only started its humming in Lab 4 when I scanned it with an A.R.M., and it wasn't vibrating like this until I picked it up to bring it here. Strange pulsing vibrations, not in a pattern I can make out, but it didn't seem random, either."

OOC: She'll take 10 again on another Electronics check, this time hitting DC 25 with her modifier of 11, +2 for the SGC's superior tools and Sam's +2 cooperation bonus. I'd also like to make an education check (+8) for some help with what Ash can do to test this doohickey.

 

[RandomUsernamehmimo71]

The Colonel scowls, picking up and breaking one of his pencils.

"You're treading on thin ice with that insubordination Sergeant.. Or should I say Staff Sergeant Anderson.

The Colonel shakes his head. "You've never been very good at working with other people. I wish you'd realize..."

The Colonel sighs, leaning over a bit, his voice softening.

"I wish I could make you understand it... Julian. You're brilliant, and you and I both know it. You're smarter than me, and smarter than most of this base. But you're also one of the greatest liabilities to us, and you just don't get it."

He shakes his head, and stands again.

"Sergent... Julian. Please try to get it through your head that you're not the most amazing bat out of hell ever to wear a uniform. You're smart. You're damn smart. But that doesn't matter one damn bit when it comes down to getting the job done. I'd rather have someone I could trust to follow orders, and work within the system. Everytime, I'd choose them over you. But it's not my choice anymore."

"Look, I don't know where your going, and I don't know what you're going to do. But I know that if you don't shape the hell up quickly, you'll be right back here, and as much as I need that... You don't."

The Colonel puts a hand to Julian's shoulder.
"Good luck out there... I hope I never see you again."

 

[RandomUsernamehmimo71]

As Ashley investigates the device, she'll soon come to the conclusion that pressing different squares produces different pitches of sound. Trying a few of them, she'll watch the computer screen, seeing the numbers changing on the computer.

"The Prison Planet? Linea?" Sam asks herself quietly, not remembering seeing anything like this on the planet, but not putting it past Linea to plant it. She feared the results of bringing it back to the SGC, but didn't want to let Ashley on to that fact just yet, not wanting to scare the girl into making a mistake.

Picking up the emergency phone on the wall, she'd speak quickly into it, "I need any information I can find from the trip to P3X-775, Hadante, and P4C-554, quickly."

"We'll find it. We're a bit tight on time, but we'll make it. Can you identify that pattern at all?"

The series of tones would be clearly non-random, but not obviously predictable. Each square would make the same tone each time it was pressed, but it seems to have little relation to the squares around it. Spending a bit of time examining it, Ashley would find that the vibrations changed each time a different square was pressed as well. With a couple of seconds of practice she'd find herself knowing about what tone it was just from feeling it, rather than having to look at the computer screen.