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PostPosted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 8:31 pm 
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Claire returned Caleb's quiet smile before the briefing began, shaking ehr head as she noticed him tossing dazzling, flirty smiles to more than a couple of other women. She would have to get used to that side of him, it was clear.

However, the briefing started, and she was all business. Chills spread through Claire as Hammond outlined the situation. How could they fight an enemy they couldn't see? She hoped that the technical guys could figure out a way to trace them, track them, and take them out. Even worse, how could they stop these entities leaving the SGC, if they were able to take an incorporeal form? Her mind was ablaze with possibilities.

However, she could only consider this for so long. She heard Caleb's name being read out for the mission to Tollana, and blood drained from her face. She knew that this was his job, but now... well, she had a vested interest in his safety. Tollana didn't sound like the safest of places right now.

And then she heard her name for the same mission.

In one way, she was an obvious choice. Given that her primary specialty was paediatric emergency surgery, she was probably the best placed of the SGC's surgeons to deliver the assistance needed. In another way, though... she was a bad choice. A terrible choice, and not just because she and Caleb were involved. She had very little offworld experience, and, even though she had passed the firearms courses she had been required to take, she had never needed to put those skills into practice. She hoped she still wouldn't need to.

Her eyes sought Caleb, searching for his reaction, but he didn't turn around, so she had no idea how he felt about things. She was a little amused that Tahirah was also on the team: that was going to be an uncomfortable situation for Caleb. Idly, she wondered whether he had also slept with Meredith Blake. She'd have to ask him. Those thoughts were fleeting, though. The team was given thirty minutes to prepare themselves, and her mind was already racing over what she would need in a field surgery kit.


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 4:29 am 
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Tahirah of Hekuptah, I am honored to meed you, Telford.”

“A pleasure.” Telford accepted the proffered hand, smiling. As they shook, he got a better look at the thing she was carrying, which at first glimpse he’d taken to be some sort of practice sparring staff, padded at both ends. Closer to, it was clear that wasn’t the case, and the thing was, if not all metal, at least completely sheathed in it.

Curious, he was about to ask about the odd device when the General called for their attention. As the OSI agent listened to the briefing , he kept his professional mask firmly in place over his reaction to the disturbing situation. You’re definitely not in Kansas anymore, he thought. A potential invasion by homicidal alien poltergeists was definitely a first.

His favorite field medic’s being named to the medical team didn’t surprise him, and at the mention of Dr. Te Atua’s specialty, he looked at the doctor with new respect. In plain English it meant treating mangled kids, and that was a very tough gig. He didn’t know anybody on the base-sweeping team, but he made a mental note of the names to contact in case he happened to spot anything out of the ordinary.

The rest of the briefing ran about as he would have expected – at least once you factored in the homicidal alien poltergeists bit. He wasn’t thrilled about checking his knife into the armory, but he would cope. Its primary purposes came in mostly outside the wire, and apparently he wouldn’t be going there.

Bidding farewell to Tahirah as she moved to join her team, the OSI agent went the opposite direction, toward the door. He would swing by the armory and take care of that business, then he figured to head for the mess. It was usually a good place to pick up scuttlebutt, plus he’d skipped lunch.


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 8:39 pm 
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Elvria was unnerved slightly at the thought of invisible Furlings darting around the mountain, although she herself had never met any Furlings and from what she could pick up from Parnell he had never met any either, it did not seem as though the Furlings were causing the problems. She had seen the lights flicker earlier that day, had even asked Claire about it, but Elvria had dismissed such a thing. She had no knowledge of Tau'ri wiring, or what made lights flicker in the first place so had put the thought from her mind.

When the General had finished speaking and asked if there was any question Elvria shook her head, any opinions on the matter that herself or Parnell had were going to be unhelpful at that moment in time. She could feel her hand stretch towards the Zat that was at her side, half wishing she had a stronger weapon, but the Tok'ra relied on infiltration more than confrontation. It was something she was having to learn to get use to, being among the Tau'ri they valued confrontation most directly at times, it is difficult to break an old habit sometimes.

Elvria even felt Parnell become agitated slightly at the mention of invisible beings on the base, he liked to be able to see what he was trying to stop.


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 10:30 pm 
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“This is only the second time”

Sophie nodded along with Ruth’s answer, trying to settle the unease that was rooted in her gut. Of course, that unease was something that had only become noticeable when she had stepped foot in the Gateroom, and Sophie had not doubt that stepping back out of the room would ease the ache.

A hush fell as the General stepped forward and called for attention. Focussing her attention on him, Sophie felt her heart plummet down into the depths of her gut as he revealed the reason for them being gathered.

Alien incursion!

An almost instantaneous cold sweat seemed to form along the nape of her neck, and Sophie felt her pulse quicken, even before her brain started considering the possible ramifications, or hellish scenarios it had a habit of concocting.

Then she heard her name, and snapped back to full attention to the conversation. Replaying what she had half heard, Sophie realised that her worst worries were nothing compared to the reality the Tollans were experiencing, and the mental kick was enough to lessen the fear she’d almost let consume her.

Scanning the crown trying to pick out anyone whose name she recognised that had been grouped with her, Sophie turned to Ruth for assistance

“Shit! Not a false alarm – You don’t know who Mulholland is do you?”

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PostPosted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 10:40 pm 
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Mulholland nodded to the General to let him know he understood what he had to do. The Major stepped away from the crowd and halted next to the door. "Alright team Two! Gather up and follow me. We'll stop by the armoury before we start the sweep from the bottom. I want everyone ready to go in ten!" he bellowed over the murmurs in the room to make sure he was heard.

The people on his team quickly gathered around him, and Mulholland then led them towards the armoury. Not that most would need direction, or anything. He just wanted the team to stay together for now.


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 10:45 pm 
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Robert had been at the firing range for the better part of the morning when the call was made for all on-duty personnel to report to the gateroom. The Captain arrived just in time for General Hammond to lay out the teams. McCauley couldn't help but feel a little disappointed he wasn't on either team.

Everyone not on a team, himself included, were dismissed. Robert took a quick peek at his watch. Close enough to lunchtime. The Captain decided he'd go grab some grub in the messhall. He walked up to Telford. He'd never met the man, but he seemed to be going in the same direction. "Hey man. Robert McCauley. How's it going?" he said, extending his right hand as he walked.


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 10:49 pm 
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Hammond noticed the beginnings of an exodus. Even though there was a situation, that didn't mean that protocol could be ignored completely. He would have to have a word with certain people later on to address their behaviour.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't recall having dismissed you yet, so kindly remain, as there have been some questions asked," he called, his tone broaching no argument. He turned to Taft. "You may have your fire team, but you're not going to have the time to go fully prepared. They can be sent through when the preparations have been made, if necessary," he said. "Time is of the essence here, and Narim informs me that the immediate danger appears to have passed. Your mission is to assist the wounded."

He cast one last, cold glare around the room, almost daring anyone else to leave before they were dismissed. Satisfied that nobody was going to, Hammond inclined his head. "Ladies and gentlemen, you are dismissed."


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PostPosted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 10:58 pm 
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Mere stood to attention as the General started to brief the attending personnel. Taking in every word he spoke, Mere felt her synapses firing as she recalled snippets of conversation overheard during the morning. The false dial in, the funny lights, it all seemed to fall into place.

Furlings though, if there was ever a name to strike fear into your hearts, that wouldn’t even make the list. Granted, it was likely that they weren’t even called Furlings, but still, who chooses that as a cover name!

If it weren’t for the fact that they had potentially infiltrated the base, were invisible and could already be in the general populace, she might even have smiled a little at the notion of, what she could only picture as Ewoks, running amok.

An attack on the Tollans was serious business, and game face firmly set across her features, Mere nodded her head almost instinctively as her name was called out, already mentally plotting out what she would need to take with her, whilst listening out for who she was heading planet side with. The Sgt Mjr was a given, Williams was known by name, and more so by reputation, and although she knew him to be a solid service man, there was still that opinion that was powered by the scuttlebutt she heard. Tahirah was unknown to her, and Dr Te Atua was going to be a welcome addition in regards to rendering aid, but Mere couldn’t consider her an asset in the even that action found them.

Casting an eye about the room, Mere caught the sight of a sword, and frowned. It was pretty, but impractical, and certainly not something she’d have considered bringing, even if she did own one. Still, she considered seeking out its owner at some point and wrangling a closer look, after all, how often did you see a freaking sword!

Aware of the deadline, Mere slid through the crown towards the Sgt Mjr, knowing that he’d have something to say. Having served under him before, she knew going off before checking in, could lead to a dressing down and she couldn’t see the point in causing that irritation.

Stepping out beside one of the airmen she recognised from last Thursday’s game, a solid player with an obvious tell, Mere nodded her head in Taft’s direction, lip twitching as she heard him already making requests.

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PostPosted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 1:22 am 
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She saw the question form in Telford's face, but it got no further. The general called for their attention. The news of an incursion not good, and Tahriah felt slightly annoyed that she was being sent off-world and not staying here to defend the only place she even slightly belonged. But the general was a wise man, and if he wanted her to go to Tollana, then to Tollana she would go without protest.

Tahraih had resided in the mountain long enough to know Sergeant Major Taft, though she had not yet served with him. He had a reputation of being a battle hardened soldier, she was sure they would suit. She did not recognize the women named, but Caleb she knew. The antithesis of the Sergeant Major, at least during down time, it would be interesting to see how they worked together. It had been a few weeks since her last conversion with Caleb, perhaps after the mission she would track him down again.

When the general brought up personal weaponry, Tahirah frowned. She was not sure this applied to her. While Zat'nik'tel were not commonly used, they were on the standard issue list as an alternative. She had also received, as had Teal'c, authorization to carry the staff weapon. She would hate to leave it behind, but she would if ordered to do so.

She couldn't fault Taft's request to fortify the gate, though the enemy may have already come through. If they had indeed been infiltrated this could be a scout, more may yet come. Finally dismissed, Tahirah nodded to Telford. Another time, perhaps. She strode gracefully across the room, making her way to Taft's side.

Tahriah of Hekuptah, as ordered.


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PostPosted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 2:09 am 
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As the General's dismissal sounded, Fia dropped her head, her eyes closing. Had anyone been paying attention, they would probably assume she was 'standing down' in her head. They would be wrong. As long as the enemy was unaccounted for, she would not stand down. She would however, pray for St. Sebastian to watch over those about to go off-world.

Drawing comfort from her actions, Fia raised her head and looked about. While she was not assigned to a team, that did not mean she couldn't be prepared. Without direct orders to disarm, she would keep the Baretta strapped to her thigh. A weapon was good, but what she really needed now as information. A little way off she spotted the young Tok'ra Elvria. If anyone knew more about these Tollan, or the not-Furlings it would be her. The tough part would be convincing Parnell the Fia needed to know.

She stole a glance at Taft. He had things well in hand, not that she had doubted otherwise. She knew it would be wasted breath to ask him to be careful. He would be as careful as the mission allowed for success, and no more. Tearing herself away, she walked over to Elvria. Hey, got a minute?

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