StarGate: Traditions

[Jaeden]

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

Julian sighs, standing off the Colonel's desk, setting his backpack down in the chair across from the desk and offering a legitimate attempt at a salute. As little love as he had for the guy, he seems to be trying to help. "That makes two of us, Sir. With all due respect."

When the salute ends (presumably when/if Colonel Willingham returns it), he picks his bag up out of the chair. With a grin that would seem overly boyish to a man of Willingham's experience, he waves a cordial goodbye to the officer. "For the record - I know how important this job was. Don't let 'em fall asleep at the wheel, Colonel."

With that, Julian Anderson leaves the 6th Intel Ops Squadron office, preferring to sit in the lobby and wait on the Generals to whisk him away. Sitting in the metal chair, his mind continued to wander over the few facts he had, and how little sense they made.

.oO(Okay, Julian, what do we know? We're going to Cheyenne Mountain. NORAD. The most well-defended military site in the country, and just about as far from a foreign border as it gets. But it could mean combat situations. Do people deploy from NORAD? I've never heard of any. Then again, you don't hear sh*t about what happens there anyway, 'xcept that they track Santa every Christmas.

So.. the job. Signal processing, huh? And lots of questions on that test were about comms equipment and satellite trajectories. So maybe I'm on the support team for a Covert Ops group? But then they'd be in combat, not me... Unless I deployed with them, and hung back at the base... or inside a vehicle... a big, heavy vehicle with lots of armor and a cannon that could shoot down the SDF-1. Yeah. 2 or 3 of those.

And then that word.. Stargate. Gate... gate... Watergate? Some kind of scandal? No... Logic gate? No... it's gotta be something to do with the satellites. Yeah.. sat-com, signal processing.. Stargate must be some new antenna for burst transmission to satellites or something. Thought you could fool me, General Gray... Ha!)

 

[reveal]

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.
*snip*

"Go ahead and show her in, Walter. I'm sure they're just as anxious to get this over with as I am."

The Colonel reaches for his dwindling stack and files and finds the one associated with the woman in the hall (by her picture).

 

[Kemrain]

Level 19, Science Labs

"No," she replies, examining the bottom of the box for a moment before setting it down again on it. Getting out a pad of paper, she makes a quick hash graph. "I'll figure it out, though."

She quickly marks each square of the graph with the frequency of the corresponding key on the top of the box. She spends a few moments pressing, recording, and pressing again until she's either mapped out enough of the keys to discern a pattern or completed recording all six sides of the artifact.

As she presses the buttons, she'll make note of the highest and lowest frequencies the box will emit, and will keep an eye on the radiation levels in the room, starting to sweat in the rad-suit.

 

[RandomUsernamehmimo71]

Walter shows Ms. Rampal into the room, sitting her at one of the desks, and heading toward the door.

He stops, and whispers Good Luck to Hinda, and slips out of the room again.

{{OOClease, interview! I had thought you'd do it after the last one. I'm sorry! }}

 

[reveal]

Colonel Johnsons stands as Ms. Rampal walks in.

"Ms. Rampal, please, have a seat," he says as he motions to the chair all the other candidates have used.

"So," he continues as he sits, "You've been here for, what, 4 years? In that time, you've done research in the labs here, trying to identify things brought back through the gate. You have an excellent record. But I'm curious: Why now? Why are you applying for a field position now?"

 

[RandomUsernamehmimo71]

Ashley continue to examine the device, watching it's response to touching it on various squares. She and Samantha would start to figure out that the pitch wasn't entirely random, but difficult to pick out. While all musical notes are all factors of the twelfth root of 2, Each of these are factors of a 15th root of 6.

The squares that seem the closest in pitch aren't next to one another on the board, but often directly apart from each other. A square on the top right might be most similar in pitch to a square on the top left.

The vibrations seem to correspond to the frequency of the sound, as does the intensity of the microwaves.

What is frustrating is that sometimes pressing a key gives a predictable response, where other times, after a number of other keys have been pressed, pressing the same key gives a different frequency altogether.

 

[RandomUsernamehmimo71]

Julian will be surprised when a number of armed guards arrive, opening the door to escort him instead of the Generals.

"Nothing Personal," one of them offers, "Just standard procedure."

Julian would be escorted into a small aircraft, and sit down down on a nearly empty plane. There are two other passengers, one man and one woman.

As Julian enters the plane, the woman smiles a little, before looking down at her book.

 

[Jaeden]

Julian grins at the cadre of soldiers forming his escort, making nervous jokes such as, "What, no Secret Service earpieces?" The guards probably aren't very amused.

The first smile he's seen since the generals showed up comes from the seated woman, so he sits down a seat or two away, within comfortable chatting range. He sets his backpack in the seat next to her, and pulling out his laptop, attempts to start a conversation.

"Why do I get the feeling there's no in-flight meal?"

OOC: Is this a charter-sized plane, a puddle-jumper jet, or a full-size passenger plane? Military or civilian? Are the armed guards still on the plane?

 

[Keryn]

Hinda leans forward slightly, "As much as I wanted to apply for the first off-world assignment I saw, I knew I'd be more valuable to the team if I spent a few years learning the lay of the land. Having a few years under my belt upstairs not only makes me more qualified, it gives me a better understanding of what I'll find out there. I realize nothing compares to the real thing, but I am not as naive about it as I was 4 years ago."

 

[RandomUsernamehmimo71]

She'll smile again, looking cute in her black bangs and blue uniform.

"Actually, " She says grinning, "I think there's something over there." She gestures toward the back row of the plane, where a number of small boxes lie.

""It's probably dried, but what do you expect?
She extends her hand friendlily. "Andrea Smart"

The other man pays seemingly no attention as the two talk. He's more interested in his own laptop using a green tinted screen.

The armed guards will leave the plane, and close the door snugly. The C-20 will take off, and leave the base.