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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 4:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 6:10 pm
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Emmy blinked and looked at Captain Lee as if she had been born yesterday. "You know, this isn't my first dance. I've been part of the Stargate program for almost six years. I spent a lot of that time off-world at the old Alpha Site on P3X-489 - haven't been to the new one yet - and I'm one of only a handful of people who know where the Gamma Site is... I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."
"I did Basic and passed my off-world training requirement just like any other member of the SGC doing off-world duty. I've been cleared on MP-5's, M9's, Mark 3 A2 grenades, M84 flashbangs and most recently the P-90. I'm also cleared to fly Huey's, C-4's, HH-60's, C-21A's, Kiowa's, and the brand new F-302's, mostly cause I was involved in reverse engineering Death Gliders to create them. Which means, of course, that I also flew the Gliders, and some of their mid-range bombers as well. Not only have I done military exercises here on Earth and off-world as part of my training, I've even done joint training exercises with the Jaffa on 489... and let me tell you, those bastards are hard core."
Emmy leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially to Lee, "So ya... I think I know not to wear my nice pumps because they might get messed up, thanks."
Emmy looked at Lockwood, "So? How about it? Are we goin' off-world or not? And if so, what's the local weather gonna be like? And what kinda training do you have in mind? Are we supposed to show up in full battle kit or what?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 6:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 8:48 pm
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Emmy opened her eyes wide, "Fighting styles? I don't know no fighting styles. I'm a quantum physicist. I got basic self-defense in Basic, and that was it. We only did a couple serious exercises - most of the time all we did was run around the hills with the Jaffa taggin' each other with Intar MP-5's. All they do is train 24/7... although... technically it wasn't really 24 or 7 on 489, but anyway.... They wanted train with Earthlings, but we only had so many military personnel at the Alpha Site, so sometimes we scientists filled in. For us, it was playtime. Hell, most of the time I only trained with the young 'uns cause the 'real' men didn't want to train with scientists or women, and anyway, when it came to war games, we really did belong in the remedial class."
"Not like the young Jaffa minded," Emmy grinned, "Let me tell you, young guys are just as frisky anywhere in the galaxy, alien symbiote in their gut or not. There were almost no women among the Jaffa, so they were only to happy to come play with me. And me? I did my part for the cause. I turned quite a few Jaffa boys into Jaffa men, if you know what I mean."
Emmy shrugged, "But the Death Gliders and Al'kesh... they can be flown by a drooling idiot. They didn't have any pilot training program for Jaffa, you know, they just threw them into Gliders and whoever came back alive was considered a pilot from then on. There's no stick and no control panel, really. Just a big-a** red bubble. You a pilot?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 11:59 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 1:46 pm
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Lee rolled her eyes at Emmy's talk about turning Jaffa boys into men. She really really didn't need to know about that. Oh well, maybe she could get some instruction booklet from Teal'c from SG-1 if Doctor Jackson could hook her up. Then again, he might just tell her that it wasn't worth her time and she would be screwed anyways.
"You don't join the airforce and not pilot something Doctor. Of course I'm a pilot. Not the best mind you, I'm better at blowing things up and languages than piloting. However, I can hold my own in a dog fight if need be. Seriously, though I would love to learn how to pilot an Al'kesh and a Glider and anything else you can come up with," Lee's eyes were alight with excitement. She loved to learn, and it was something she hoped Emmy would part with willingly, knowledge that was.
Turning her attention back to the Colonel when the were interrupted she blinked. "Errr... Sorry Colonel. I have no further questions," she stated sheepishly.
Finally she turned back to Emmy and smiled a bit. "Um... I don't even know your name, Doctor." It was true, she hadn't even learned the womans name and that made her feel a tad stupid at the moment.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 7:25 pm
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((Actually a lot of people do join the air force and not pilot anything. ^_^; i did.
and hey, you want to ask teal'c for an instruction booklet on how to turn jaffa boys into men? ^_^; kinky.))
Hunter looked around, and since no one seemed to be interested in asking any further questions - in fact, since they all seemed to be ignoring the Colonel, more or less - she opted to speak for the group to let this joke of a briefing end. "I think we are about finished here, Colonel," she said, softly, closing her folder, "But Captain Lee has brought up a good point. Most of us have not had the..." she glanced at Emmy, "... pleasure... of being acquainted before this briefing. Perhaps we should go around the table, introducing ourselves, and giving a little bit of our backgrounds." The fact that Emmy had so much experience had shocked her. Nothing about the woman thus far had given any indication that she was in anyway experienced in military matters. Quite the opposite actually.
"Excellent idea. I'll start," Emmy stood, "My name is Marie-Emilie Devereux, and I'm an alcoholic. It's been about 45 minutes since my last drink. Hence, the reason I say I'm an alcoholic. I like romantic candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach, and I'm looking for someone who can fulfill my needs. For example, my sexual needs: I'll need someone is can touch their forehead with their tongue-"
"Alright!" Hunter barked, loudly, raising her hand, "Alright, never mind. It was a bad idea. Let's just adjourn."
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 9:07 pm
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((LOL. No I meant an instruction book on Jaffa fighting styles! You goof!))
Lee looked at Hunter at the outburst due to Emmy's description and just burst out laughing. It was hardly proper military decorum but she just couldn't hold it in at all.
"Oh god... Oh my god..." she breathed out after the laughter subsided. It just was too funny how Emmy got that response out of the cool and collected Captain.
"Sorry Ma'am, I just was unable to control my reaction," she said to the Colonel after finally regaining her composure. Once that was said she turned back to Emmy and had to wonder what the womans preferences were. However, on the other hand she couldn't just ask, that was against military policy. The don't ask don't tell policy put into place by Clinton himself and protected anyone who was gay or bisexual from persecution and being drummed out of any branch of the armed forces.
"Anyways... I am Heather Lee, Captain in the Airforce and a linguist as well. I like to study ancient languages, practice martial arts and I like to blow things up. I also love to fly, even though I am not the best pilot out there. In my spare time I like to read, jog, and work out to clear my head of work concerns when work is over with," she stated. Lee steered clear of anything sexual related due to current policy within the military.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 10:23 pm
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((heh))
Hunter gave Emmy a warning look, then spoke, "Captain Christine Hunter, Air Force, specialist in tactical analysis and planning. Formerly assigned to the 27th F-22 squadron, current posting - before this assignment - F-302 reserve training. My job on this mission is to provide tactical intelligence and front line combat support."
"For those of you who are unfamiliar with what that means," Hunter glanced around the table at Sonata and Astarael and the other scientists, "I collect information about the military situation, such as what assets the enemy has and what their numbers are. I observe the terrain and weather conditions. And then I come up with a number of possible plans to accomplish whatever our goals might be. Sometimes that will involve a military assault, other times, it might involve other options, such as diplomacy or subterfuge. Then I present those plans to the mission commander - Colonel Lockwood - and she decides what the best course of action is."
Hunter glanced sideways at Emmy, "Although I am a tactical specialist and a pilot, I am well trained in a number of military disciplines. For example, I know one hundred and thirty eight ways to kill a person with a common plastic pen." Hunter took a common plastic pen out of her pocket and proceeded to twirl it in her fingers, staring at Emmy the whole time. "Dr. Devereux, would you care to try your introduction again?"
Emmy was grinning widely, "You got it, Twinkletoes." As she said this, Hunter's normally passive face flushed with anger, but it passed quickly and was back to her neutral - although slightly exasperated - expression immediately. "Ahem. Dr. Emmy Devereux, PhD in quantum signal theory. I was hired by the Stargate program shortly after it was reopened under George Hammond to try to understand the technology that the SG teams were bringing though the gate by the cartload. What we found was that most of it required off-world materials to duplicate, mostly naqahdah, so we were pretty screwed. Since then I've been tryin' to duplicate those technologies using entirely Earth-based materials and tecnologies. The F-302-" she nodded smugly at Hunter, "-is one of our proudest achievements... so far."
"My job on this debacle," she said with pride, "Is checkin' out the toys the snakes left behind, seeing what we can salvage, and what we can learn from them."
"I assume you will also be responsible for making sure that technology is safe before we approach it or try to use it?" Hunter asked.
Emmy snorted, "They're weapons, Einstein. They're not supposed to be safe. You mean am I going to be the one that makes sure they kill the people we want dead and spare the people we want alive, and not the other way around? Yeah, I'm that guy."
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 4:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 11:36 pm
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"Well, as you already know, I am Colonel Kaede Lockwood. Much of my experience relative to this mission I can't tell you without having to kill you later." This was said with a bit of a smile on her lips, but the colonel meant every word. "As far as personal information goes? I am an Aries, I've never been to Chucky Cheese, and I am still petitioning the president to allow me to bring a licensed masseuse as an essential part of this team. Take it away, Rourke."
Once more, Sonata's flush crept up to her cheeks as she rose to her feet once more, trying not to stare at the room like a deer in headlights. "Hello... again. Um, I'm Sonata Rourke but I already said that, didn't I? I, uh..." She attempted to think of something particularly funny to say but could come up with nothing. "I'll be in charge of the scientists for the er, mission. And I like seafood?" Yeah, this is going well. Sonata didn't much look like she could lead ants to a cookie, let alone manage the many scientists in the room. She pushed her glasses up her nose and made herself speak again. "I am looking forward to getting to know all of you better."
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 5:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 10:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 1:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 2:39 pm
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