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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 9:10 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:32 pm
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Aria collects the papers she had spread out around her and places them, in order, back in the briefing file. With a nod to Sonata and Lockwood's back, she leaves the briefing room, headed for her room, which had been provided for her the day her world had, literally, been destroyed. She places the file on her desk, and turns on her meditation/Yoga music. then she changes into her more 'float-y' clothes, and starts a slow mixture of yoga and dance, her garments flying around her gracefully, in a rainbow of spring colors. She seems lost in the dance, her eyes closed and her face turned towards the heavens(or, rather, the ceiling). On her face is a look of pure, un-restrained joy and a calm peacefuless.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 12:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:48 pm
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Day passed into night and night passed into early morning. In her smallish quarters on the base, Lockwood changed into a clean uniform. Clothing was one of the few things she had bothered to unpack. In a few short weeks it would all be put into long-term storage anyway. Before dressing she ran a hand through her hair and sniffed herself, deciding she was clean enough for running around and just getting dirty again. Into one of the many pockets on her uniform, she tucked a pack of smokes. Afterall, what was the point of quitting now when she wouldn't have access to them once they left the planet permanently?
Lockwood strode out into the corridors of the base, making her way to the embarkation room. She didn't expect anyone to be there this early except, perhaps, Hunter. Then again, Hunter might have spent the night in the embarkation room. It was possible. Lockwood quirked an eyebrow as she considered this.
When she arrived, the colonel scanned the room, nothing but lunkheads getting equipment together and on normal guard duty that she noticed initially.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:24 pm
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Hunter was up in the control room, double checking the GDO units the team would be using to make sure the codes were up to date. It was her nature to double check all equipment before a mission. Usually that meant a walkaround of her aircraft, which was a procedure so natural to her now it was second nature, but the specialized - and sometimes, alien - nature of the equipment used for SGC operations made her doubly cautious.
She was alert, and energized, and ready to go - but at the same time miserably aware that she might have to whip some civvy scientist into shape. For that, she was building up a small bubble of rage inside her, ready to release on command when someone didn't meet her expectations.
Through the observation windows she say the Colonel overseeing the preparations by the gate. Using the PA system, she said, "Good morning, Colonel. The equipment is all ready. I cannot make the same guarantee about the team members."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 12:55 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 10:48 am
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Emmy slumped into the gate room with a bleary look on her face, and obvious pillow lines criss-crossing her cheeks. She was already in uniform - more or less. All of the parts were there, but her fly was open, her flak jacket hanging off of her shoulders precariously and her helmet cocked awkwardly on her head. She yawned widely, shivering with the effort, then noticed the Colonel and gave her the barest hint of a salute before stumbling over to the back wall below the control room observation window, sitting down with her legs spread wide in a V and opening a can of coke.
"Why the ******** can't they schedule missions in the goddamn afternoon?" she mumbled, to the amusement of the airmen working around her, "You know, right after lunch? It just makes tactical sense to me. Jaffa will be sitting back digesting their lunch meal, Replicators will be running down their batteries from last night's recharge. They'd be sitting ducks! But no, we gotta get up at the a**-crack of dawn, when the Jaffa are charged with energy and the Replicator batteries are full."
She stood up and walked a few paces forward, then turned to face the observation window. She pointed at the officer in command and screamed hoarsely, "You hear that? Your tactics suck! If I was in charge, the Goa'uld would already be defeated, the Jaffa would be free, dogs and cats would get along, and heroes destined to save the galaxy like me would get a little more goddamn sleep!"
Sighing heavily, Emmy trudged back to her spot under the window and sat down again, nursing her drink.
Hunter, up in the control room, blinked in surprise for a moment, then sighed and shook her head. Using the intercom to contact the gateroom, she announed, "Well, Colonel, it looks like our tactical genius and galactic hero has arrived. The others should be on their way, hopefully."
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 4:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 12:00 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 12:42 am
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"Good to know, Lee." Lockwood answered in responce to information about the weapons, still leaning against the wall. She lifted her head as she spoke, watching the captain as she spoke to Emmy, quirking an eyebrow.
She straightened up finally when Hunter strode through the door, accepting the GDO rolling her sleeve up to attach it to her arm. "Deveraux, you need me to send out for coffee? Or do you need an entire espresso stand?" She didn't need to give her a lecture about her uniform, Emmy was a civilian. Heck, she could show to the base in a bikini if she wanted to. Actually, that was an interesting idea...
Lockwood shook her head and nodded to Hunter and Lee. "As I'm sure you already know, we're going to a secure planet. We are arming each member of the team with intars so no one can get seriously hurt. There is a group of Free Jaffa joining us to ah... help with the training." Really, they were there to kick several of their asses in combat. But it was the best way to prepare for real combat. Though a Jaffa was a leathal weapon, they would be armed with intars as well.
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In another part of the base, Sonata had an armful of files as she hurried toward the gateroom. She wasn't late just yet but by the time she reached the gateroom she probably would be. The papers in her arms were in part the research she was working on and some tactical works. As though that would help.
She managed to make it to the gateroom, just a tiny bit early by her watch, only to have someone crash into her just through the door and send her papers sliding across the floor in every which direction. Sonata sighed, pushing her glasses back up her nose and knelt down to begin gathering them once again. At least she'd only brought copies, the real work was still in order back in her quarters.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 1:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 6:34 pm
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"Naw," Emmy grunted from the floor, holding up her pop, "'S okay. I'm good."
Hunter watched the scenes between Emmy and Lee and Lockwood without comment. Mentally, she was taking note of the fact that some members of the team had not yet shown up. Although it was hardly yet to the point where she should be concerned - or annoyed - this was their first exercise together. It would have been nice to see some eagerness on the part of the team members.
Then again, she noted that the most prominent of the missing included Dr. Rourke and Aria. Scientists, both of them. And, unlike Dr. Devereux, neither of them, to her knowledge, had participated in any military exercises to date. For all she knew, they might be in the change room right now fussing with how to wear their flak jackets. She decided to give them five more minutes, then she would check up on them.
In the meantime, she noted that Lee seemed particularly affronted by Emmy's lackadaisical attitude and appearance, and was about to offer a hand straightening her out, until Sonata entered and had her accident.
Still without a word, she knelt down and began picking up the sheets of paper that had happened to scatter in her direction. She glanced at one as she picked it up, then looked at Sonata, raising an eyebrow curiously.
"Excuse me, Dr. Rourke," she said, softly, offering Dr. Rourke her papers and her GDO, "But are you bringing homework to a field exercise?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:14 am
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