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PostPosted: Fri Dec 11, 2015 1:00 am 
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0900 October 17th 2014

The day started off normal enough, soldiers and civilians went about their duties at the two different paces that the two different groups operated on when not under the gun. Soldiers moved by the door to Fia's (and Sharpe's incidentally) office at the determined and measured pace that made them look too busy for orders but gave them as much time as possible before they got to the next place they had to be. Civilians occasionally came by, usually with their noses in a given binder or book, but occasionally looking slightly lost. It was business as usual in the mountain.

Until things changed.

Civilians started appearing with military escorts, being shuffled along. And then they stopped wandering by altogether, as if somebody had started making an effort to keep the non-necessary personnel off the corridor. The soldiers themselves looked more determined, a couple even ran by in both directions. The energy in the mountain began to change, an almost palpable thing that rested on the air and raised the pressure. It was just a perception but it was clear that a lot of people were feeling it.

Just outside the door, but out of sight, one soldier could be heard asking another that had just been jogging by what was happening. "Sgt. Major is back on base, just passed the gates." The questioner immediately cursed under his breath and ran past the door obviously recalling something he didn't want the man to find unfinished while the respond-er then continued on his way at a jog.


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PostPosted: Fri Dec 11, 2015 5:42 am 
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Sorting through the mass of paper on her desk, Fia couldn't help but wonder if the higher ups had just been going easy on her for the first two weeks. She had come back from a lovely day off, though slightly hung over, to find her desk awash in forms. The person who had preceded her must have completely avoided their share, so now it had back washed to her. Two very long days later she had finally beaten it down to a manageable level.

Dropping one more file on the completed pile, Fia leaned back in her chair. Not too far back, the new chair she had requisitioned hadn't arrived yet. She had made what repairs she could on this one, but didn't trust it to not buck her off at a moments notice. The scuffling of boots drew her attention to the open door. The soldiers bustling by seemed more tense, and at first she wondered if it was something she should be concerned about. Then she caught the sound of two of her favorite words...

She had known Taft would be returning any day now. At some point she would wander down to his office and see if he wanted to get a coffee, or in his case a sweet tea. Then if at some point the conversation got around to weekend plans, she certainly wouldn't mind. But first she was going to get through ten... no eight more of these files.

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 11, 2015 11:29 pm 
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His truck parked, Sgt. Major Taft, David A., moved across the parking bay resolutely. His boots thumped against the floor solidly with every step, the movement and heavy foot fall of a king returning to his own castle after an extended absence. There were a million things that needed doing and he was proud to see his three closest subordinates rushing from the elevator security station at a solid run. They were no doubt reacting to a call from the gate guard. And no doubt their alacrity had triggered an anthill reaction from the rest of the base, or at least the enlisted half of it. Things were getting done faster than they had the entire time he'd been away. Exactly as it should be.

He drew in a deep breath, in preparation, and released it in a stream of orders just as soon as they were stutter-stepping to a halt in front of him. They threw up salutes and he gave them a look that made two of them drop their hands immediately and the third pretend like she'd decided to check if her hair bun was still tight. He wasn't an officer, he worked for a living. As soon as that awkward (for them) moment was over they were rushing off to start fulfilling the orders that they hadn't been able to predict. Taft decided to go inform his superiors that he was back and they could finally relax. Everything would be ok.

The General was first, only took a minute but it was a formal minute. General Hammond welcomed him back, marveling a little as he always did at the ramrod straight and extremely formal behavior of his base's Sgt Major, and then dismissing him with a 'welcome home' tossed in for good measure. The rest of his how-do-you-do's were much less formal, taking the form of a simple stroll through the office level where most of the officers had their personal sanctums. That would be enough to get the fact passed around. No, he didn't stop until he was by the door to a space that housed a pair of Majors.

When he glanced in he found only one of the two present and it was the one he'd prefer to interact with at that. He made as if she'd gestured him in. Pausing, deciding, then stepping in to hear what it was she wanted, closing the door for privacy. "You look like you've recovered, ma'am."


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PostPosted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 1:17 am 
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Fia had just finished placing the eighth file on the done pile, when a pair of standard issue boots paused outside her door. She looked up just in time to catch Taft's little show, making it look like they had business. Which they did, only it was of the sort Nana would call 'funny business' and good girls were to have no part in it. But when the businessman looked like that... Sorry Nana, I'm just on OK girl.

"You look like you've recovered, ma'am."

I could say the same for you, Sergeant Major. Fia returned, trying not to smile and failing. She left it open as to if she was referring to his head injury or having to deal with a tipsy Fia two nights previous. I could tell you were back in the mountain by the frantic scurrying of enlisted boots. Everything weather you absence satisfactorily?

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PostPosted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 1:45 am 
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"I did have the harder task, but well within my limitations." He twitched the slightest edge of the smile she'd grown familiar with. She seemed to put him in a good humor, or at the least crack the facade that he maintained with others. Not that it would ever happen in front of others, but there -was- a closed door between them and the rest of the mountain. "Haven't started with the first hand inspection yet, gave some orders and informed the General I was back. I want to only yell at the real fuck ups, and that'll be anyone who can't unscrew themselves before I get there after the extra time."

He glanced over at the other desk for a moment and then back to her. A twinkle in his eyes. "Did you finish up your write up for the training program?"


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PostPosted: Mon Dec 14, 2015 3:39 am 
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Fia tapped a blue folder in the much shorter 'in progress' pile. All typed up and ready to submit. You'll find a copy in your inbox, waiting to be rubber stamped. Then it is off to the brass. I also requested to have myself removed from on base duty rotation for the dates you suggested. Can't leave people short handed while I am off enjoying myself. Her smile left little doubt that the 'I' actually ment "we".

Fia caught the twinkle. While she wasn't precisely sure what it was all about, she knew she didn't trust it. Placing her hands on her desk, she stood, the chair wobbling out behind her. It wasn't the most graceful way to get up, but by far the safest she had quickly discovered. Fia gave the offending seat a small glare before making her way around the end of the desk. So how long before you are off to terrorize those poor souls?

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PostPosted: Mon Dec 14, 2015 11:07 pm 
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"I'll make sure I get it processed and put uphill, ma'am." Taft would likely get to that just as soon as he could justify the time in even the slightest way. Then he would make sure they had the dates in question cleared for them, because he had the influence to burn. It would be a very minor thing, he was certain. Not that there was any chance of the mountain ever being anything like understaffed. They were the A-1 project in the United States. Infinite potential for profit on just the other side of a piece of largely proven technology. The Stargate was practically a license to print cash and cultivate influence. There was no doubt that he intended to be there with bells on, it didn't need to be seen.

Then Fia stood and Taft watched her move, he enjoyed that. Except, it looked like she was afraid of... the chair was broken. Taft's eyes narrowed as he stared at the chair. He highly doubted that Fia had neglected to requisition a repair or replacement as soon as she'd become aware of the problem. That was two weeks ago, give or take. Which meant he knew exactly where he was going first. Taft turned what could only be described as a half smile of malevolent amusement on her. "Any minute now, and I know right where the reign of terror is going to begin."


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PostPosted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 2:51 am 
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The scowl Taft gave her chair, followed by the gleam when he turned to her, told Fia exactly what he was thinking. By all rights she should be the one to storm the quartermaster's office, and she had intended too before the avalanche of paperwork had landed on her deck. Not to ruin your fun. She smiled up at him. But I'll deal with that. Wouldn't want people crying favoritism. Even if it is true... The last was said quietly, with a hint of a wink.

Realizing that he had only just gotten in, Fia couldn't help being tickled that he had stopped in to see her as soon as he could. Unfortunately that meant he probably couldn't sit for conversation yet. Care to walk me to the mess? I need more caffeine before tackling the rest of this, and all Sharpe has here is tea.

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 10:17 pm 
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"You should. It'll teach them to annoy an officer and a Non-com on the same day. I'll be general and you can be specific." The boys and girls in the ranks would understand that sort of thing clearly, Taft ran the base and Fia ran her desk. Not that the desk didn't have a lot of power, it was amazing what the papers on any given desk controlled in the grand scheme of things, so that wasn't to take anything away from the woman in front of him. It was just a different sized view of things, like the difference between iron sights and a high magnification scope. "Just don't mention how much you like me and they'll never think to accuse you of such a thing," he joked as if that was what she was worried about.

He turned and indicated the door with his hand before folding it behind himself again in the at ease he liked to stand around in when at base and in conversation. Taft would drop his hands again as soon as he was walking, uniform code being an ingrained part of his life. "And terrible tea at that. I like the Asian world as much as the next guy but she always struck me like she's trying to make up for something. Subscribes to things that don't taste good because they do this or that medicinally or whatever." He didn't truck with caffeine either, not as a purpose unto itself at any rate. Coffee was a pointless liquid to the Sgt Major.


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PostPosted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 2:41 am 
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Fia chuckled. It seemed no type of medicine sat well with Taft. She had heard him call the medical staff, any medical staff, witch doctors. He had no use for field hospitals, not that she blamed him there. And here he was dismissing eastern herbalism. It made her wonder what he would do if he did come down sick. Hopefully muscle on through it like he did everything else, because one thing she wasn't was a good nursemaid. Besides, it wasn't her bedside manner he was interested in.

Picking up her regulation insulated coffee mug, she brushed by him far closer than was necessary. You are assuming I still like you. She said with teasing grin.

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