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PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:37 pm 
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September 15th, 08:00

A scheduled mission. Sometimes, it felt like a luxury, and Hammond smiled as he sat at the briefing table, folders ready laid out, awaiting for SG-11's arrival. This was a mission that had been anticipated for a little while, but, only the day beforehand had they received intelligence enough to make it a real possibility. The new information had been surprising, to say the least, and it had sent more than a frisson of excitement through the few senior staff who were privy to the full details of the situation.

Now it was SG-11's turn to be brought into the fold, so to speak. Daniel Jackson was being pulled from SG-1 for the time being, in order to be the cultural lead: after all, who had better qualifications than he did? After much deliberation, it had been decided that Dr James Price would also go along, as an observer, due to a specifically unique viewpoint he might be able to offer to the team as the mission progressed.

Add in a bio-chemist and three military representatives, and it was certainly an interesting team. Hammond only hoped that egos and individual interests wouldn't get in the way of a successful mission.


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PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:49 pm 
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Lily was doing quite fine on her first days of school, making friends and getting ready to enter the life of a student. Ahh time was going quick for Thomas to even keep up, the time he spends at his work was taking time from his private life. But it kept the college funds for his daughter in check and that was the only reason for him to be part of this SGC program. He was hailed towards the briefing room for another mission, another adventure.

This time he had the honors to be part of a team that was made out of diversity. Unique talents on their own fields of experience. Doctor Jackson was going to add his views and opinions on the case and mission itself. Thomas did not mind at all, he heard only good things from Jack about him. Well he was warned that he needed to put Jackson on the road to keep understanding him.

Walking into the room he saw that the General already had prep the debriefing he was going to give. Thomas smiled and snapped at attention "Lieutenant Colonel Ryan reporting for debriefing SG-11 sir" with that said he took his spot at the side of the General and kept his hand on the file that was in front of him. Looking back at the General "I hope we are getting something fun to do, I heard we are going with enough people on this adventure"


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PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:57 pm 
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Obviously, he was excited. What he knew of the mission details promised a lot of hours well spent in the search, research, and post-search. Daniel chuckled to himself as he walked down the corridors, noticed a few odd looks from passing personnel, and tried his best to disguise it as a cough.

"Fine, I'm fine," he said to no one in particular. No one else was paying attention to him, though he somehow always expected any of the highly qualified and somewhat paranoid doctors to be at his back, ready to pounce on him with a strange diagnosis. After three years of bringing back the occasional nasty, sentient bug, he knew they were justified.

He carried a few notes in his hand, along with the mission files he'd been provided before-hand. It wasn't a lot, which was why the whole thing excited him. It was the promise of greater understanding, and if things went as expected, yet further evidence of contact between Earth and its descendants off-world. Technologically advanced descendants that weren't also enemies of humanity, no less. A rare treat these days. Maybe they'd be living, thriving, and friendly. He expected General Hammond would light up like a Christmas tree if they successfully acquired more tech along the lines of what had already been found in Peru.

He marched casually into the room, noticed he was the third one to arrive and checked the clock mounted on the wall. "Ah, good! Not late, then..." he murmured to himself, then offered a smile of greeting at both gentlemen already sitting at the familiar conference table. "Morning General, Lieutenant Colonel Ryan."


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:23 am 
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Wiping away the last few beads of sweat left over from his morning workout off his face, Nathan stepped into the conference room with a rather practiced familiarity. After a year of going offworld, part of which had been spent in a temporary command thanks to his CO's emergency surgery, heading into a briefing on the latest trip to another planet was practically a routine exercise for the lieutenant. The sheer audacity that his weekly routine involved traveling halfway across the galaxy was mostly lost on Nathan; this planet or any other, his job was still to go run around and fight whatever needed fighting.

Several other members of the team were already present by the time he showed up, along with General Hammond. He hadn't had the chance to work with either Dr. Jackson or Colonel Ryan yet during his time at the SGC, but he had certainly heard their names before, Jackson's simply because of SG-1's on-base fame, and Ryan due to his status as one of the highest-ranking officers working in the program. He smiled brightly at all three while sitting down in a chair that was still just a bit warm from the last group to use the briefing room before they'd arrived.

"Sirs, Dr. Jackson," Nathan said in his distinct British accent, nodding slightly as he sank into his seat. Someday, when the Goa'uld had been defeated and Earth was safe from harm, he would have to track down and thank the visionary who had gotten these wonderful, genuine leather chairs for the briefing room.


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There was a small nervous bug floating around in her stomach, training was training and this, this was the first rodeo. The native Korean took deep breaths. Sunny wanted to get her tension out before walking in. There had only been a few times where she could count the amount of brass in a room, on one hand and this was certainly one of them.

Adjusting her uniform, SSgt. Sun-hi Namkung walked into the room and was thankful to be indoors, however; a nod of acknowledgment was all she gave. Talking was never her strong suite words came out wrong and trying to correct said words just never worked out. So she took the chance to simply relish being here in this moment, Jackson's reputation preceded him but Ryan well, perhaps she was just too new or maybe they were both new. A variety of theories ran through her mind, and were quickly tossed out as she kept her bearings.

Then there was General Hammond, there was always a first time for everything. Of course, she couldn't just tell Tessa, hey by the way I worked with a General today. Nope. Nope. Nope. She'd have to keep it inside and maybe one day write it out in a journal but until then. The staff sergeant took her seat next to the other American and waited on bated breath for the orders to be given out.


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 5:56 am 
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James walked quickly down the hall, having gotten lost twice on his way. This place was a damn maze.

He saw the room up ahead and quickly tuned in through the door. He glanced around and, seeing that the room was already well populated, felt worse for being a minute late.

"Mornin' y'all. Sorry for bein' a minute late."

James walked to the closest empty chair to the door, nodding at Dr. Jackson as he sat down, and turning his gaze to General Hammond with a polite smile. He didn't recognize the three others in the room, but they all looked military in origin.


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 8:36 am 
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“You are required to attend a briefing with General Hammond” Sophie read aloud the words on the paper she’d been handed and mulled over the possibilities as to exactly WHY she’d been summoned.

Arriving into base no more than 30 minutes prior, she had barely had chance to get to her office and take off her coat before one of the Camo Patch Kids has walked in, addressed her as ‘Ma’am’, which had made her feel about 50, and handed her the offending item she was now staring at.

“Really?” The word streamed out as she exhaled. There was just no clues in that letter, and she couldnt think of anything remotely relative to her that had come back through the Gate recently. Stuffing the item into the pocket of her trousers, and ensuring her blouse was still tucked in at the back, she picked up the travel mug and drained the last dregs of the coffee she had remembered to make this morning before leaving. Setting the cup back down on her desk, she checked her bag was locked in her cabinet and left the office, pulling the door too behind her.

The walk to the briefing rooms felt about 10 times longer than it probably was, probably because the hall ways were all painted that khaki beige that seemed to create the illusion of never endingness, and more likely because she’d gotten her ass turned around a few times and had to retrace and take a different corridor.

They needed little painted lines on the floor like hospitals did; follow the red line for the exit, the blue line for the labs, and the yellow line to the wizard.

Arriving just as a figure stepped through the door ahead of her, Sophie managed to step through before it had closed completely, scanning the faces in the room as she did. Throwing a smile towards the General, a man she’d had the pleasure of running into a few times, but never in a setting that beget conversation, Sophie followed the sandy haired male round the table and sat down in the seat next to him

There were remarkably few familiar faces in the room, well aside from Daniel Jackson, who anyone and everyone knew. Judging by the dress of those in the room, there was a fairly even mix of military and civilian, although unsurprisingly the gender balance was favouring the dangly side of the sexes.

Trying not to look so probing as she studied everyone, Sophie settled back into her seat and fought the urge to fidget: Somehow she figured that would give away the fact she felt miles out of her depth at that very moment.

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 9:44 am 
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It certainly wasn't a standard structure for a team, that was fo sure, but Hammond had had Major Davis choose the most appropriate personnel for the somewhat unusual task at hand. "Thank you for being prompt, ladies and gentlemen," said Hammond, nodding as the diverse group assembled around the table. "I know this isn't the team that some of you expected to be on today, and Doctors Edwards and Price, you weren't scheduled to be on this mission at all, so I thank you for cooperation this morning."

Hammond offered a small smile around the table, taking in every one of the six seated there, barely able to contain a smile of mirth that was sparkling in his eyes. There was clearly something that had gotten the general excited. "I know that some of you read the initial notes that you received yesterday on today's mission, but things took a turn last night." He nodded towards the table. "If you'd all be so kind as to open your folders and read, you'll understand why this somewhat unorthodox team has been put together."

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 11:26 am 
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The General seemed cheerful and that made the progress for the briefing better. As well for the people that were not used towards these kinds of briefing, made it more mmm pleasant. Hammond refer towards the new file that Thomas was already holding in his hand. There were changes made since the small notes that he already saw.

He opens the folder and begins reading the information in sheet and winks at the situation change. So finding a dead Tok'ra that is presumed to be still alive and digging into artifacts was sounding like a joy ride for the doctors at the table. For him and the other military at the table it was more patrol and protect duties.

Thomas closed the folder and looked around the table to see if everyone has read the file. His eyes stop at the General "Well I can see that Darrion is at up most importance for this mission sir. But seeing that Darrion is 'presume' dead by the Goa'uld by a hundred years, well short said why are we hunting ghost sir?" it was a fair question, he did not mind to jump into the gate and do some digs.


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Daniel smiled and nodded to each person as they came in, whispering a greeting to the one sitting next to him. He flipped the file open and read through it quickly, dissecting the information provided for the intended context and tone the General expected of his participation in the mission.

It wasn't often that he went on missions off-world without the rest of SG-1, but he always welcomed working with other members of the program. They often had different norms of behavior and procedures. Fascinating little details, and he treated each as a valuable learning experience. He wouldn't be at ease as with his own team, but that wasn't really the purpose of the mission.

He smiled hearing Lt. Col. Ryan's assessment of his assignment. It was more serious than he was making it sound, but Daniel didn't want to divulge sensitive details just yet. Not at all if he could help it. The Tok'ra were so touchy about trust and secrecy, even after everything they had been through these past years. Then again, Daniel couldn't fault them. Their entire existence depended on secrecy and up until recently there had hardly been any worthy allies in their fight against the System Lords.

While he waited for General Hammond's reply, he merely underlined a specific name on the dossier: Zipacna. Of course, he'd done his homework on this character already, even found time to ask a few questions from Teal'c before he'd gone off-world to be with his family. This guy wasn't to be trifled with, though hardly the terrifying force that Apophis was among the Goa'uld. Still, none of them were in any position to tangle and the mission demanded tact and stealth above all else.


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