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PostPosted: Mon Oct 09, 2017 11:19 am 
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Caleb couldn't help the laugh as Chris told him how he'd discovered the programme, it seemed everyone he met had a different story to tell. A different take on how they got recruited and sometimes he wished he had such a interesting story to tell about how he got recruited, all he really had going for him was that he was one of only a handful of Brits that worked for the SGC, they're definitely wasn't that many of them.

The smile he got on his face as he spoke of Claire was different from the joking around one he usually wore, anyone that knew him would be able to pick up the difference. But he just sort of half shook his head, he knew he shouldn't really speak of the relationship the two of them had, although they weren't shouting it from the rooftops, he did find they were a lot more discreet when it came to being back at the SGC to being on Atlantis.

“The good doctor disagrees with me on a lot,” he replied smiling at Chris, “But she has access to pointy objects so it's best to stay on her good side at times.” It was a joke that he had ran with since meeting Claire, just every time he was talking about her to someone else that was what he'd say, god knows what the other newer recruits actually said to her once they finally met her.

He could just about see a terrified newbie not wanting to go see Claire because of his comment, not in a bad way of course, but in the way that she would stick them with something.

“Really bad to light on fire?” parroted Caleb back, “You make it sound like you actually tried to set the Gate on fire, which am going to guess you didn't, unless I need to start warning people about the pyromaniac we have on the team.” He was joking, his tone was light, anything to make the Airman relax a little more, it hadn't gone unnoticed that the bloke was nervous.

He couldn't blame him for being nervous really, it was a big step to go through the Stargate, to a different planet where most rules just basically didn't apply and you ended up relying on your more basic training to keep yourself and the other members of whatever team you were in safe. There wasn't exactly a manual for this kind of job, they made you sign on the dotted line and then you just got on with it.

“Don't worry about rambling, you get use to it,” Caleb said, reassuringly, “There is a mixture of Military and Civilians, if one isn't rambling then you can be damn sure the other will be.”

He couldn't count how many times he had met an overeager Civilian, or a rather overeager military personnel who just wanted to talk about what was happening. When he had first joined it had been something he hadn't actually expected from people, but it had grown on him, he now just worried when either of them groups weren't rambling on about something because it usually meant that something was wrong. Very wrong.

There was a mischievous look that crossed Caleb's face as Chris asked about the debauchery ways off an outpost, oh he could give the bloke some advice, some tips, but well he wasn't one for scaring off the newbies.

“Oh all kinds, all kinds of debauchery will be happening, you'll be lucky to get any work done at all,” he said, keeping a perfectly straight face for all of two minutes before he broke into a loud laugh. “Am sorry I shouldn't rib you like that, you'll be fine, just trial and error my friend.”

Not that he was sure that anything of the sort was going to be happening on this outpost, he was sure that they were all going to be kept very busy and away from each other. An if he knew some of the higher ups he himself wouldn't be able to see much of Claire either, it was going to be a very long few weeks.

Caleb offered a shrug at Chris questions, sure he could have stayed with the Navy, gone on to become a higher rank with them, signed on there secret dotted line. But then he wondered would he have ever gotten to the Stargate programme and all that, that had given him, because at the end of the day he was a better person for joining up the SGC.

For moving his entire life onto land and being more land locked , than he would have been had he stayed at sea, he knew for a fact he would still have been hopping from bed to bed instead of a steady relationship had he not joined.

“Lets just say, there is other things that keep me land locked now,” he answered, not willing to give much more away.

He might have been making friends with Chris, but he wasn't about to divulge too much about himself to someone he had just quite literally met. He very rarely showed much of himself to anyone, people knew him from most of the rumours, he liked it that, he was going to keep it that way.

“So is there anyone waiting for you back home?” Caleb asked changing the subject completely as they continued trudging towards there final destination. “Or do we need to see if we can set you up with one of the lovely people on base?”


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PostPosted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 2:25 am 
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Chris broke a little grin as the man next to him laughed. It was good to know if anything, that people here weren’t robots, and weren’t the hardasses he’d worked for in the past. Everyone was different, yes, but Chris got a good vibe from this man. At least, that was how it was for this man. Maybe it was a British thing.

Chris noted the subtle changes that came over Caleb as he talked about Claire. He wasn’t familiar as to why, but he noticed at least some of them. Of course, skirting around the subject made Chris more curious, but he respected the man’s bounds. Some people just didn’t want to talk personal on the first meet. Most people, actually. Regardless, he listened now. It might be useful sometime down the road.

He raised an eyebrow at the speech about pointy objects. Two things came to the forefront of his mind. First, his slightly irrational phobia of needles and sharp pointy sterile things gave him pause, but then he spoke the second one. “Might makes Right, as the saying goes. And Doctors have a lot of might.” He didn’t mean what he said about might, as his tone indicated, but he generally found that Doctors were too overprotective of patients. It was better to mollify them… by ensuring everyone else took their meds and stayed for observation.

Chris didn’t directly answer the man at first. He simply raised his eyebrows once and lowered them, a slightly coy grin on his face. He was noted at times for his particular proclivity for pyrotechnics, but all of his stuff he did was off duty, and not critical. Although his overt tone was light and joking, he still was nervous underneath. For him, the most calming thing he could do in new terrain outdoors was to burn something. To sit, and watch the little orange tongues of flame lick away and eat the wood around him. It smelled good, it looked good, and it produced heat. If he had any kind of authorization to burn, he would tonight.

“I guess you’re right,” he said, nodding, but finding a way to hold his tongue. It was probably going to be a matter of the Civvies complaining and rambling about the Military, and the head honchos of the military rambling and whining about the Civvies. Such was life. “The question is, which side will be complaining more.

He nodded as the man noted the “many types” of debauchery that would be happening on the outpost. He was completely taken in before the man’s guffaw. He then realized how tricked he’d been. He give the man a look of being absolutely done, but his eyes were alight with sarcasm.

“Any idea what we’ll ACTUALLY be doing?” He asked, giving the man a pointed look. “All work and no play?”

Caleb again skirted around his questions, but Chris didn’t mind. “Hey, I don’t mean to pry.” he said, keeping a ghost of a smile on his list. “But reasons are good to have, no matter what they are.” he said, dropping the train of thought.

When he heard the question about his own family, he shook his head. “No, not really. Parents are divorced, and I haven't seen either of them in a few years.” he said, shrugging. “As to anyone else, we’ll see what happens.” he said, with a chuckle. “I mean, who knows how long we’ll be here, or I’ll be here.” he said. He’d floated around a few places, but he’d never started to set down roots or make contacts much outside of his job at the last places he’d been. Part of him always wanted to be ready to get up and move at any time. The other half was told to shut up.


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