[James Calmara]

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Plugged in to the access panel with the knowledge that his access showed up on the system meant, as far as he understood, his actions would be logged by the main system. Success against a local lockout could incress there chances of overrideing the main lockdown. Tapping the tablet he set it into a series of usual diagnostic programs. The back and forth with Bobby seemed like it would run and run, a good thing a bit of banter passed the time, the rair times, when not much was happening. He thought he picked up a hint of a backhanded compliment.  "Well it's good of you to say sir, but I prefer the keeping my COs in one piece approach, for the most part, looks bad on my record if and when one of you gets hurt and/or killed and I'm kinda fond of my good record."   He listened carefully as Dr Pratt walked him through the a few translations. The symbols and script in the wires themselves matched the information the diagnostic was returning. Bobbys input wasn't far of right as well all little helpfull points. "Looks like it could be linked to the locking controls to this hatch. The port Ive got a tablet pluged into was likely designed for an override add-in for friendly forces to gain access."

While thinking how best to get around the lockout the field that had covered the hatch glowed and then faded, accompanied by a flash of code on the tablet. Calmara placed his palm gingerly over where the handle was and tapped, nothing he grasped the handle and looked across at Stoneham, in then nodded down, indicatong him to cover the opening. Just as a transmission cut in from Fee, the contact inside was confirmed as friendly-ish. He put two and two together and surmised whoever it was opened up the hatch. "So no need to go in shooting then still a bit of caution would be an idea. Stoneham cover our entry." He yanked back the hatch opening. With thay task done he moved onto the other. "McCafferty from Calmara, we're in but it wasn't me I think our friend had something to do with it. Had a thought,   Asimov was connected at the time would have logged what happened and how, as it registers on the control systems you might be able to pull the code, us that as a base to fight the lockdown. He looked back at his CO for a moment. " I'm just going to guess your going first. I'll take our six, besides need to make sure McCafferty's got all she needs before I unplug." His attention was caught by movement near the access to the main complex, he hid a little smile on sighting Des, "Looks like we got a little back up as well, how many SFs did you bring with you Major? They can stand keep an eye out up here, we got an unknown inside could be interesting."He asked quickly, sticking to proper address, just in case those present got the wrong idea.

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[Liam Kelly]

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Liam continued to watch the area around them, as did Shadow, the dog was still on edge and looking over to his and Liam's right.  Shadow let out a soft growl as he stood next to Liam, causing his handler to look over to him.  What is it Shadow?  he asked in German as he knelt next to him.  Liam then looked to where Shadow was looking.  "Someones here" he said out loud as he looked in that direction, his P90 still up and ready.  He glanced back to his CO at the same time, "Ma'am, I don't believe we are alone."


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[Destiny 'Silverwing' Andre]

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From the moment Destiny stepped through the gate, she had been in awe. You would think after stepping through the stargate countless times, one would get over the first step out; well for this female, it never did. It was like one of those grab bags you would get as a kid. Each time you stuck your hand in, a different surprise always came out. You never knew what it was going to be. The stargate was just like that. Every time you would step through to another world, it always seemed better than the last. This one appeared to take the cake. People that were cat like creatures. You would think that this would be a shock, but after being captured by bugs like creatures? Nothing was a surprise anymore. It was still odd, but not a shock that would make this brunette jump back in surprise. This was just another day in the life of a person on a stargate team or expedition. One of the great wonders of being able to travel to other galaxies and planets.

The craziness that was going on around basically made Destiny's head spin. For the most part, the Major just hung back observing. Taking in the structure that could very well become home base. It reminded the pilot of the stories Ayden shared about first starting on Delta. The crew had to start from the beginning in  making a base. Chuckling, Des shook her head wondering what Ayden would think if she was here right now. The tables were now turned and this time, this brunette was in the hot seat. Now she was going have to start from the beginning and be apart of the founding team here. Why didn't she get pointers from Ayden? The thought didn't occur that maybe this similiar situation could very well happen to her? A mental note was made to make to pay more attention to detail of the stories that were exchange with Ayden. Though the next time they would have drinks, this pilot would have great ones to share. Ones that would probably be even better because who would believe that people were human-cats here. Well the people that worked for the stargate program that is.

When the team split up, Destiny chose to hang back with Captain Oxford, Dr. Pratt and James. It might not have been the most smartest of decisions, considering the man she deeply cared about was nearby, but it seemed all the others were taken care off. Plus with the earpiece in, the major would hear if any were in danger. The pilot's hazel eyes were ever watchful as the others try to figure things out. It was all a bunch of jumble mess in her mind. It was all greek to this brunette, but that was also reason Pratt and James were here. That was the awesome part of the program. Civilians and military crew all working together. The civilians were just as important as the military personnel. They were acknowledged for their work and basically on the same level. They needed everyone for this program. One that she never wanted to take for grant. If Des were to ever quit the program, she would probably end up retiring. Coming from here and going back to the original military because there you didn't have this kind of bond. There it was all about rank unfortunately.

Hearing James' voice addressing her, the Major looked up, blinking trying to shake the zoned look. "Three Sergeant. One is keeping an eye out down the hall. Two more right behind me." The pilot fought back the urge to wink at him. They were right now surrounded by peers and other military personnel that would kill them if anyone knew the feelings that were between the two. It would cost them both their jobs, the reason they had to tread very carefully. Officers never purused any romantic interest in enlisted. It was forbidden. Just like having romantic feelings for someone on the same team as you. It was a conflict of interest; an interest that the brunette was welling to risk. "I can take the lead. Your call on this one Sir." Addressing Bobby, hands holding onto the weapon that the major hadn't let go of since stepping through the gate. "Should we call on one of those cat people? They might be able to lend a hand...paw! I mean paw, or whatever." Cats. They had to be cats. Cats were Destiny's least favorite animals because of ending up in the hospital due to one back as a kid. Still had faint scars on the face from the scratches, and the small scars from bites on the hand. Looks like she would have to get use to these cat people...great.

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[Marah Law]

Post For Marah Law

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Shadow let out a soft growl as he stood next to Liam, causing his handler to look over to him. What is it Shadow? he asked in German as he knelt next to him. Liam then looked to where Shadow was looking. "Someone's here" he said out loud as he looked in that direction, his P90 still up and ready. He glanced back to his CO at the same time, "Ma'am, I don't believe we are alone."

Marah nodded at the man and his dog. "Roger that Sergeant", she said motioning the two marines to go forward and scout the corridor ahead as Fiala dropped in.

"awaiting orders,"

"Unknown Tangos with friendlies somewhere up ahead. Proceed with caution" she stated to the two soldiers beside her. Pulling her P-90 up to her shoulder she slow got up from the crouching position and walked quickly and quietly towards the first door. She took a peak through a small window in the door and saw the Admiral's team, Aaer and another woman in the other room. She nodded her head to Fiala to relay in position to Bobby and Matt and awaited their orders.

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Post For Gabriel Stoneham

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Gabe had stood watch quietly surveying the perimeter of the roof while James, Bobby and Dr Pratt all tried to get into the hanger. He had watched the Female's team disappear and then heard their radio calls. But he had also heard the arguments from behind too. He really couldn't help in this situation he was the one you told to 'eliminate' a target not hack into this system.

Facing James again, "If I turned into a fried chicken I wouldn't taste too good I can tell you that now. I have few people waiting to break out champagne just on that news alone. As for who gets us out, we have you." He gave nod towards the face he was speaking, "there's always Matt to lead this or others."
"Well it's good of you to say sir, but I prefer the keeping my COs in one piece approach, for the most part, looks bad on my record if and when one of you gets hurt and/or killed and I'm kinda fond of my good record."

He looked at Bobby "Sir. That won't happen, cos I'm going through first to see if its safe. I will take point when the chief and the doc give us the green light to go ahead. No arguing, Your more important to the expedition than a grunt like me" he said with honesty and a glare that told anyone looking don't defy me. Soon though James was breaking through and told Gabe to cover the entry.

"So no need to go in shooting then still a bit of caution would be an idea. Stoneham cover our entry."

"Roger that sir" he said in reply to James and stood watch with the P-90 in his hands scanning the surroundings. Then another arrived in time for the jump in and Stoneham was relieved and was ready to take up the rear of the group entering. "I'll take the rear Sir's" he said to them and then looked at Des, "The Meowtians, Sir. I still don't trust that cat man" he said a little loader than he might of liked.

<Tag Destiny 'Silverwing' Andre , James Calmara , Henry Pratt , Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr

[Aear Charter]

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'I expected much from one of those we guided, but nothing like this. You go so far as to touch one of those that protected your kindred long ago ? Your age belies you, it is your curious nature that drives you. This I now understand.'

Aear heard Make's voice in his head. It wasn't telepathy but something different like an AIMNW's voice. Aear giggled at the woman.

"I've got no idea what you're talking about but you've got almost as big an ego as me." he chuckled.

"Watashi ga tsukuru - eien - eiendesu. Anata ga watashi o Hamaya yobidasu koto ga dekimasu. Naze, subete no basho no koko erude - Tyrene kara no mono wa nanidesu ka? Watashi taihō webnet o mukō ni shimasu. Watashi wa sore o kassei-ka shinakatta.

She was still speaking in Meowtian. Either she was doing it deliberately or she had blocked his nanites access...

"Makes-Eternal-Everlasting? Yeah I'm not calling you that. You can be Hama-chan!"

"Fee-Fee she said she didn't put up that webnet so she can't undo it. If you guys can't get the barriers down I have a way through them."

Aear let out another MaNaR pulse when Hama mentioned the K9 unit, this time a rather more wide spread one. Not only was he curious about the K9 unit and who was trying to 'rescue' them but for his plan to work he needed an LoS with people out of the way. The pulse spread across the entire base mapping out rooms and people in his head.

"Huh, I didn't think you brought K9 units on missions like these, and there's Lawly and there's Bobs..." Aear was more thinking out loud then to anyone in particular. He figured the most practical barrier to take out would be the one leading to the gateroom. That could work, if he aimed just right and nobody moved then he should be able to punch through.

[Liam Kelly]

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Liam kept his position as the two marines moved ahead of him and Shadow, hearing them call back and report in.  He kept his P90 ready after hearing one of the marines over the radio.  As he did, Shadow was looking around, his senses alert after having heard who ever was in the area with them that wasn't friendly.  Even though he was not on his leash, Shadow stayed close to Liam, ready to come to his handler's defense and the defence of the others on the team.  Liam scanned the area at the same time, waiting for orders on what to do next.

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Zuja Alexia

Zuja sat there in the newly formed Supply room sitting by her own equipment running through everything that she was supplied with, she would of liked more equipment but was happy in what she had and you never know is what she considered as they were in an more advanced ancient base that may have equipment more advanced than hers . She held Fiona's pride and joy closest hands at all time to Fiala's prior instructions . At first Zuja wanted as little contact as possible, but now she found herself a impulse to check it was still breathing and comfortable . If anything she was happy for the distraction from the events that were unfolding .


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Fiala listened to Kelly as he spoke of something nearby, Fiala new that the last thing they needed was the plan to go wrong and be left with a bigger one . Fiala's first response would be to take position beside of Shadow to give cover, all she could do was hang back at

the air looking for any disturbanceseended of any kind and wait . Fiala ran the situation through her head, Shadow smell and hearing were far better than any humanand what about the emeny .

Fiala whispered to Kelly, " Sergeant put Shadows on lead, the last thing we will need is Shadow getting in to the line on fire if things bgo bad ."

<<tag March and Kelly>>

(put in also sidepost for side chacter)

[Deleted]

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Fee-Fee she said she didn't put up that webnet so she can't undo it. If you guys can't get the barriers down I have a way through them.[/ii] Fee made a face. If not HER...than who?! She was having a TINY bit of success with her translation plans-moving things from one language to another and still to another, making bits and peices more apparent. But it was slow doing it that way. She needed Dr. Pratt. 


Dr. Pratt...anything new? She called out to the man on his radio. She kept an eye on Koren's beacon, and finally the one from the team on the roof reappeared. So far, everyone was safe and accounted for. She replied to Aear. 

Roger, Aear. I am WORKING on it... She didn't mean to sound annoyed, but the pressure was getting to her. 

James' voice came over the radio. 

McCafferty from Calmara, we're in but it wasn't me I think our friend had something to do with it. Had a thought, Asimov was connected at the time would have logged what happened and how, as it registers on the control systems you might be able to pull the code, us that as a base to fight the lockdown.... 

Good idea. I will see what I can do... She started to attempt to link Asimov to the Outpost's main computers. It would take a bit, but Fee worked fast. 

Finally, a few things clicked into place from the streams of information rapidly scrolling down her screen. 

//Aoi botan no rokku kaijo// and her translation...//blue...button....unlock//

and..
//tau'ri...aku//...//Tau'ri...unwelcome//

With a few pushes of the blue buttons she found, the system let her in. She saved the rest of her translations, for the Command and Dr. Pratt to digest, and then spoke. 

Koren...try it now... With luck, hey might turn this around. 


(sorry for my rough translation. My cousin was helping me, and I was writing it as she spoke, and she's faster than me. LOL. Credit for Translations goes to Mikiku Love (yes, that's her real name...)

<Koren Telion, Henry Pratt,Aear Charter>

[Liam Kelly]

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Liam listened to Fiala as she said that to him, then nodded.  "On it ma'am" he replied.  He then removed his pack and detached Shadow's leash.  After getting the leash with the halty onto Shadow, Liam put his pack back on, then picked up his rifle and looked back to where Shadow had been looking.  Liam had Shadow's leash wrapped around his hand at the same time, keeping his P90 up and ready.  He had a feeling that something was about to happen.


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[Matthew Oxford]

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Gazing between the two people in another part of the bay, it was best to say that the Navy Admiral was confused, with the whole 'link" transferring thing. Then again he was far from the norm realm of human lives. It was going to take a while for him to get used to this. Shifting his gear when the load got too much the Admiral looked at her, "Less than 30, I think." While he knew the number was small, at the moment he was not going to give her the exact number till he knew more about the person before them.

Over this he was really going to get even with this Wizard for sure.

<< Tag hanger people>>

((Still lame, but meh!))

[James Calmara]

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"Probably an idea to get the three you brought to hold position up here, just in case." Calmara added with a quick look at Des along with a shrug in response to Capt. Oxfords manners and actions, before he went back to the data the tablet the data was trying to cope with. A conformation message from McCafferty that had a record of the unlock command and was processing it through the outposts vast data banks they stood a better chance of cracking it now at least, time to go. A guilty look crossed his face as he looked up, he always seemed to be a step or two behind Capt. Oxford, or maybe it was his background that made him so used to negocating ladders and the like. Unpluging from the port he wound the cable round the tablet and slipped it into his pack. First contacts were always tricky, this he knew from experience, even more so for first timers, the intentions of his CO were right but charging into the stuation might just do more harm than good.

He scrambled down the ladder calling as he went. "Doc Pratt between me and the Major please, Sgt. Stoneham's taking up the rear." Touching the floor of the hanger he followed in his CO's lead, slipping gradually to the left as he did. "Spread out in line take, nice and easy does it try not to provoke." He called as he advanced across the floor weapon held, tight and ready, but across his chest and pointed downwards.

As they closed in on the Admiral Oxford and party, with Aear the Meowton who had visted earth at least once before, and a handful if the report was to believed
and the tall, dark, female who had assumed a very defensive posture towards a sleek looking craft. From across the other side he caught a glimpse of Lt. Law and
team making an approach, an almost classic pincer movement. The woman, yet to be named, was clearly the source of all the attention and quite possabley the problems at the moment. As can sometimes happen when cultures collide. He glanced from person to person and then jumped in. "Miss if I may, as you have proably been told were from earth. We are explorers, we actively look for new cultures and peoples to get to know, would it help if we told you out purpose for being here? we would expect the same curtacy in return, or course." He ventured gradualy taking a few steps forward, he glanced towards the Admiral as he finished, for his approval to proceed, he would of course not get into specifics just yet, not until they had a little more trust.

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[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

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Facing James, "I would likely to screw up this record of yours," he warned the man seriously, "By being a fried chicken." Then his kid would throw hissy fit to put Travis to shame. But again no one knew where the army officer was in the first place, not even his own wife.

Bobby looked over his shoulder at Stoneham when the man spoke and almost laughed, "You don't want them to kill you instead, if they find out that you saved my behind from getting fried. Some of my exes would love to have me dead. Whatever it took." That was true to the very core of wording or they would kill him - themselves. Either way, he was walking on thin rope or rather would be. It was no secret that his sister-in-law's sister would want him six feet under.

When Major Andre spoke, yet he couldn't resisted but give a lopsided grin that spread, "I was going to say ladies first," he stepped back when James came back down the stairs, hearing the plans, "Works for me." Looking at Des again, and gestured at the ladder, with a rose eyebrow, "I'm a man of my word." Before a frown drew on the same brows, "Not the cat-man please. All that fur..." His dislike for animals was clearly on his expression.

Once Des and Pratt were out of sight, Bobby adjust his weapons before making the climb "il vaut mieux ne pas me battre bleu et violet," he said to himself. After closing in they all had exited the roof access and towards the group. Seeing only the woman with a aimed weapon, he was well aware of how bad things could have gone. Although he moved his hand to the P-90, he did not draw it. Seeing the look the Admiral gave, Bobby leaned towards James, "Free to proceed this," he whispered. If the woman hurt a single strand of hair on the CO's head, Bobby would make sure heads were rolling.

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Mac holstered her weapon, and looked to the Admiral, and then the Lt. Men. They were SOOO useless sometimes. Keeping an eye on the tall brunette, Mac glanced around. 

You know, if I had just distracted her, we could've been back on the Bridge already, she muttered. Maybe they could even be settling into their bunks, and she could be drinking some coffee. Life would be good. INSTEAD, she was being held hostage by an alien. Of COURSE it would be her. She turned, and spoke to the Admiral. 

Any other ideas besides WAIT? Because the last time I waited for a rescue, I was stuck for a few weeks in Mogadishu...do you know what's it like to be an American alone in Somalia?! She had narrowly avoided being taken POW, but only narrowly. And she'd been hurt in the process. 

She eyed the woman, and then the Lt. Then, she got an idea. She turned back to the alien holding them hostage. 

So. I don't suppose there's a chance I'd be let out to make a head call?! You can escort me, if you like, but you know what it is like to be a woman... Hopefully. She shrugged at the men. It was worth a shot. Besides, she DID have to pee. 

(WELL, it's a post...)

Tag:Matthew Oxford, Koren Telion,@makes-eternal-everlasting

[Deleted]

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Sadie heard the Doctor's interruption. 

Lexington, was it?! You know what? I think the...doctor here is safe. She doesn't know much about this world... better let your people know. I think we should go ahead and start setting up something resembeling a clinic. With a sigh, she nodded. She raised her radio to her mouth. 

Lexington to Law...Lt., I don't think the kid is a threat. She knows nothing. Next moves? She waited for her orders, then spoke again. 

Did you see Sgt. Kelly?! Is he safe? 

Tag:Marah Law

[Koren Telion]

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Koren listened to the radio chatter and watched as two teams began repelling in to the hanger. Koren kept his eyes locked onto Makes-Eternity-Evermore...or whatever Aear said her name was. Koren heard Fee in his comm set, "Koren...try it now..." Fee was tired and frustrated and Koren could hear it. He made a mental note to give her a big hug after the mission was over; she'd deserved it already.

"Mac," He called, not taking his eyes off Makes, "Try the door again."

<TAG Mac>

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, let's secure this hanger!"

<TAG Makes>

"Ok, ok..." Koren said, putting his hands up in defense, "Let's slow things down here." He turned to the Admiral, "Admiral I could use some personnel to stay and guard the fighter. If...she...is coming with you, we need to secure the hanger and clear the rest of the base; make sure there's no more surprises." He turned back to Makes, "Is that ok?"

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