[Makes-Eternal-Everlasting]

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Outpost Hangar

Makes Eternal did not even smile as she once more crossed her arms. Children, like always, were hard to deal with, and these two were most likely just that. [/Local security system offlined, alert notice sent to a different location. I advise caution/] Madromas whispered in Makes' ears. 'Understood' she mentally replied before she turned to Aear and the others with him, by then she was between Koren and her clawcraft.

It took a few moments, but now thanks to Madromas, Makes could easily speak english with Madromas translating quite well. Of course Madromas was more used to Erde-Tyrene translations, though this was similar, but not entirely the same. Makes was about to speak when Aear cut in and gave her his version of her true callsign. Great. She'll deal with that later. [/Warning, incoming unknowns from twi directions, classic Erde-Tyrene tactic of devision/] Madromas said. this day was just getting better.

Makes thought a moment, then mentally nodded, turning to James as he spoke she listened to the man, clearly an Erde-Tyrene dialect she had not heard before. Then again they'd abandoned Erde-Tyrene eons ago as it was. The place was a complete mess. Not something they'd want to deal with if at all again. Not if she could help it. "I explained already" She said, in a low yet strongly feline accented tone. "We received notice of a powerspike here. I was sent to find out what caused it. Then one of you tried to access my Clawcraft, next thing I know the webnet activated and I'm told you came from Erde-Tyrene ?" Her left hand was dangerously close to the strangely ornate device on her left hip. which was strange since it floated next to her hip, not attatched to anything, like the strange pistol she carried as well, also on her hip. a magnetic plate of some form. though it too hovered a good half inch off her clothing.

She did not seem too happy, at least she was not shooting at anyone yet. She turned to Koren, "Secure this place. There is nothing here aside from you and yours, and myself, the wildlife that resided here. When the first powerspike was detected. The wildlife fled the area to a parimeter proxy. There is nothing here" 'Other then a overactive security AI, Madromas, can you isolate and remove it ?' [/Negative, the local security system is not native to this sector/] well dangit.

TAG: James Calmara, Destiny 'Silverwing' Andre, Koren Telion, Aear Charter, @ckitchens +ALL

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Fee was winning the battle of the wits. At least this time. And she was triumphant. Probably more than was proper to be. With a certain glee, she raised a ginger head and spoke aloud. 

Maccafferty...oh, bloody hell. Secure the darn hangar; they're OK! She said this to no one in particular. She went back to her machines, opening the door to the hangar. Everyone was going to be just fine. 

Tag: All. 

(Sorry so short. I just hit a wall; epically tired....)

[Matthew Oxford]

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Outpost Hangar

So had they, Matt stepped forward and faced the woman -nonthreatening- and the last thing he wanted was a major mus-understanding all around. Holding up a hand over his members to stay in their places and ignored their looks or gazes, "The first power spike, you picked," he began as he gathered his thoughts, "was for the gate activating. Second spike was the wormhole engaging between the two points and stablising; allowing us to come through."

Titling his head at the craft, "At no point did any of my men tried accessing it. In fact, without some proper understanding, we couldn't be able to get it to start, let alone steal it. We are exploring what appears to be our new home for time to come and came across it."

Hearing the order from person before them, Matt nodded at Telion to start the securing. Given the situation was under control, as much as it could be, "Captain Oxford," he swung to face his XO, "I assume to you have your team created?" Seeing the confusion on the other man's face. "Get your team together and get out there and find me something." If it was trouble, Bobby was going to find his rear in trouble.

Tag: All

[James Calmara]

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Outpost Hangar
At that point the doors unlocked, Calmara breathed a sigh of relief and mentaly promised himself to thank Fiona. He caught the Admiral's motion to stay put, as a further outward sign of good faith, Calmara lowered his weapon so it hung on the strap by his side and released his grip presenting as untheatening a posture as he possibly could. When the Admiral had made his point, and a very firm yet fair point it was he added. We are cautious explorers, peaceful as well unless provoked. Perhaps you would like to accompany us as our guest back to the control area? He suggested with a degree of hope.

Before he broke away and turned his attention back to Bobby with the beginnings of a grin. Teams all here Cap'n and just before all this kicked off I managed to get a few candidates for places to go. Using the DHD dialing records, kinda like a 'most called' or'last called' list. Narowed it down to two addresses but you're the boss so its your call He offered to the still slightly bemused looking guards officer, he had to get used to this stuff and Calmara prefered 'on the job' as a teaching method, not that he would give an O-6 grade officer an sort of hint that he was under any sort of instruction, but the engineer had his ways. He started to walk towards the door with a look at Bobby and a simple Sir

The walk back was uneventful when compared to the way there, but they soon found themselves back in familiar surroundings. Calmara making a direct line for the control area and the DHD, Nice work Miss McCafferty, that was a nice piece of backup and tech support. Calmara directed with sincerity to the rather frazeled looking red-head TA, as he slid over to and pulled up a display next to the DHD, a list of stargate addresses were displayed with several being repeated. This one, or this one. Although the only criteria I used was the frequency they appeared. Doc Pratt, do the notes beside the addresses offer any insight? He pointed out both his selections and the text beside which he could not read as yet. A bit of team input before the mission was not a bad thing.

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Hanger

Fiala watched as the situation began to ease, but she still held her position until all there personal had left the hanger . She could only wonder what tricks that craft held, but not today and time had come for them to leave .
" This is beta team, standing down ."
Fiala turnned to Marah, "I would surgest we return back on to the roof, we don't want to spook her out, anyway i'm sure there is a nicer way in and it will give us an idea of are surroundings as we look for entrance ."

<tag Marah, Kelly>

One by one each of the team made there way on to the roof, Fiala waited till only her and Kelly were left. Placing a hand on to Kellys arm . and whispered to him in a none treating tone making sure none of the others heard," You have a great woman there, but next time don't have her asking if you brought a packed lunch .
Fiala was't sure if he'd catched what she was saying, after all it was something they used to say in her old squad and the last thing she wanted was half way in a mission a team member getting calls to see if he was still alive.

<tag Kelly>

Fiala wait to last just to be safe and just as Kelly to get his turn, spoke again, " Tell Shadow he did a good job as for yourself, for peace of mind my name is Fiala Skala and not ma'ma . Good job."

<tag all>

[Liam Kelly]

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Hanger


One by one each of the team made there way on to the roof, Fiala waited till only her and Kelly were left. Placing a hand on to Kellys arm . and whispered to him in a none treating tone making sure none of the others heard," You have a great woman there, but next time don't have her asking if you brought a packed lunch .
Fiala was't sure if he'd catched what she was saying, after all it was something they used to say in her old squad and the last thing she wanted was half way in a mission a team member getting calls to see if he was still alive.


Fiala wait to last just to be safe and just as Kelly to get his turn, spoke again, " Tell Shadow he did a good job as for yourself, for peace of mind my name is Fiala Skala and not ma'ma . Good job."

Liam nodded in reply, "I'll let them know ma'am" he replied gently.  "Ma'am, your a superior officer.....it wouldn't be right for me to call you by name." he added before telling Shadow that he did a good job.

<<TAG: Fiala>>

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Nice work Miss McCafferty, that was a nice piece of backup and tech support. Fee looked up at James, and nodded. 

Tis me job...but you're welcome. She turned back to her clean up, and listened with half an ear to James' conversation with the Admiral. 

this one, or this one. Although the only criteria I used was the frequency they appeared. Doc Pratt, do the notes beside the addresses offer any insight? Fee beamed her signal to Asimov, and her translations came up on the screen. 

Not sure what it means, but perhaps you do, Doctor? She looked at Henry hopefully. 

<Tag:James Calmara,@henry,Matthew Oxford>

[Koren Telion]

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Control Room

During the walk back, Koren had been silent; his job for the moment was done, but that hadn't stopped his mind from spinning. Something didn't seem right. An advanced AI defense grid that locked it's occupants inside with the danger that caused the lockdown, the pristine cleanliness and dustlessness of the entire facility, the lack of wildlife in the jungle...Koren's mind was doing it's usual calculations, and every line of thought led to the same conclusion.

While the Captain and Calmara were talking, Koren walked over to the Admiral. "Sir, can I speak with you a moment?" He knew he might be being a little paranoid, but if what he was thinking was true, they might be in grave danger, and he didn't want to panic the rest of the expedition.

"Sir, what Makes said about the animals retreating to a 'safe distance'..." Koren said quietly, turning to look at the gate, "It doesn't add up sir. The wildlife on all the other planets we've explored have been fine with gate travel, even if it's rare. Usually they can be found just a couple hundred meters from the base. And this base is too clean, nothings broken, like it's been recently used. But where are it's inhabitants?"

He turned back to the Admiral, making eye contact, "Sir, if the animals are running far away from the gate, and so are whoever built this place and uses it, then they probably have a good reason, and that means..." He trailed off, letting the Admiral finish.

<TAG Matthew Oxford >

[James Calmara]

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Control Room

The tablet known as 'Asimov' beeped still in the air force engineers pack, he grinned to himself, it seems the facilities systems were clever enough to keep a link with any device still in range that had been interfaced, reminded him of the ancient activation technology.

Flicking his pack to the ground, he pulled 'Asimov' from the padded slot. Over tue years the SGC equipment specialists had come up with a number of custom modification to the standared issue gear. This slot, positioned to lie about the middle of the back which offered protection against the pack being dropped on to somthing hard or having something hard drop on it.

Examining the contents of the link it appeared the traslation program running was for the ancient language, although this language was a derivative, there were some sizable differences. Which did mean there were quite a lot of blanks, however it did throw up some results, a starting point. "Here we seem to have the word trade or bargain against this address. Addresses with this against them have likely at least had contact with the Devas or Suras, on Delta most worlds with this beside it were receptive." Calmara informed them while angling the tablet so Dr Pratt could see it clearly. "Do any of the other words that the program missed indicate what they were trading or how far along an agreement process they were Doc."

Tag Henry Pratt

A question he was expecting popped up, and there was no easy way to answer it. "A minority had falled to the galaxys aggressors. The people of those worlds were oppressed and our people only just made it out sometimes. But the intel they gathered gave us an idea of the shape of the galaxys affairs which proved useful in the long run." He stated candidly trusting Bobby to make the call, he'd back up and guide.

<<Tag Henry Pratt Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr Gabriel Stoneham & All>>

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

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Outpost Hangar

Sending him out there into the unknown wasn't a wisest of all choices, he wanted to reason with his CO. He really had no idea of what to do out there. Matt wasn't being reasonable about it. While he didn't want to sound like he was 5, Bobby nodded at the order, "Sure, sir," and rolled his eyes when the Admiral wasn't looking at him.

Catching James's grin, Bobby was even more sure that he didn't want to step through that thing again too early. "That's great," his enthusiasm was on par with his mood and neither were on the bright side of the grass. He didn't yet get how the thing called DHD worked, he was expected to pick on address, "Take the first one, I suppose?"

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Control Room

Following the group back to the control room, Bobby tried keeping tabs on what the man was saying. Making it out sometimes wasn't sounding all it was cracked up to be. Sure the sometimes he went to look for trouble, but some a gate address away was just well ridiculous.

"And what does the data tell on the galaxy's affairs on this tells us, till say...today?" he was sure that didn't sound right to his own ears. Then again once his brain was in sync with all this, he just might not babble dumb questions. as he looked at Pratt and Calmara.

<<Tag: James Calmara, Henry Pratt, and ALL>>

[Marah Law]

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Hanger

Marah watched in quiet as the situation between the new woman, the Admirals group and the lockdowns all seam to sort it self out. Once she was sure there was no more danger here she stood up still out of sight and turned to the team.

" This is beta team, standing down ."
Fiala turnned to Marah, "I would surgest we return back on to the roof, we don't want to spook her out, anyway i'm sure there is a nicer way in and it will give us an idea of are surroundings as we look for entrance ."

"My thoughts exactly Fiala. Maybe we should pick up Lexington as well" she suggested looking over at Kelly and Shadow, she then turned to one of the marines and grabbed the radio off them. "Lexington, Law. All's good here, we are heading back. Get some gear ready your coming this time for a look around the facility" she gave her order over the radio before following the two marines up the rope they had left tied to the roof. "Up and Over" she said to her self as she climbed up.

<Tag All>

[Gabriel Stoneham]

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Control Room

Gabe relaxed his sights on the unknown and followed the general stand down that seamed to be happening with the others in the group. He followed the Captain and the sergeant as they lead the group out of the Hanger and back to the control room all the while he scanned each passage and wall they passed taking notes in his head about little things that may or may not be useful during their stay here. As they returned back to the control room Gabe smiled as he walked pass the two arguing men and then spoke as he passed Fiona, "Miss Maccafferty, Very well done" he then continued on out to the gate room and retrieved his gear before returning to the control room. He looked around the room and then back at James and Bobby. "Um sirs, but do you think maybe there might be a library of addresses like back on the planet Abydos ?" he asked them as he set his gear down near him this time.

<Tag All>  

[Matthew Oxford]

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Control Room

Keeping eye on the formed teams as they walked back, the words that Makes said about the animals didn't seem to trouble him. It was given when something strange was done everyone fled. It was likely that these animals weren't accustomed to the gate's activation and noises. Too many camping trips with friends had taught him that or even the gun fire.

When Koren approached him he nodded and Matt stepped away from main group with the man. Unfazed by the question, he smiled at the young officer, "There is a possibility that the gate here has never been activated in a long,long time," he said, as his gazed wandered around the area, "So the chances are they fled with fear with the gate started up." He knew first hand just how powerful and scary the gate looked when it was connect from the whoosh or whatever the proper term was.

Too clean? He mused, he had seen dust but nothing to show anything out of the ordinary. "Perhaps like the Atlantis, they planned their departure?" He was reading on Atlantis reports while Bobby dealt with the original earth based expedition files, before they swapped over.

Matt shook his head. Who was the rookie here? He wanted to ask, "Lieutenant, you are far more experience in these worlds than I'm, correct? Your jumpiness isn't something I expected out a Vet," he looked at the man. Koren's worry would sooner or later, rub on him, "Are you thinking that something is here that made them flee?" But the area seemed too small in size to be a main base.

<<Tag: Koren Telion, All>>

[Makes-Eternal-Everlasting]

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P-0967
Outpost Control Room

Makes walked a pace behind the others. Seemingly lost in thought. But the truth of the matter was she was conferring with Madromas 'Do a system search, everything you can on Erde-Tyrene, I do not care if I do not have the clearance, you are a seventh generation Ancilla, get around the clearence requirements. I want it all on my clawcraft harddrive.'

[/Understood/] Madromas confirmed the order and set to work.

'In the mean time upload a local wireframe map. Detail everything within fifteen meters. radar out to thirty.' Makes continued.

[/Confirmed, wireframe topographic map activated, motion tracker set at fifteen meters, long range of thirty/] Madromas said in reply

As soon as she arrived in the control room she saw the number of people present. Scuttling everywhere. More coming. How many were planned to come to this ? She stared at the stargate. Sure she had seen one, but never seen one active and used before. Her kind had long since abandoned use of the stargate in favor of Translight technology. Which was what the stargate was based on as far as she knew.

She stood apart from the others, her arms crossed. A pistol of strange make at her left side, an ornate hilt of some form on her right. Both items easy to get to when or if needed at a microseconds notice. She saw Aear, and others like him. Thanks to Madromas knowing the local langauge after a few minutes of listening in order to properly translate when she spoke and when others spoke. Makes acted as if bored. In truth she wanted to corner Aear and try to get some sense out of the Meowtian Runner.

Mostly for trying to get into her fighter, and secondly because of her callsign, and his take on it of all things. She was none too happy of his apparent lack of tact in how he spoke her callsign. She wanted to corner him about it. At least get some respect from the lesser races.

At the mention of the place being so clean she snickered. "Static generators, keep out the dust and keep the air flowing evenly in all the rooms it is set for. should do wonders if it gets wet in here" She mused. She kept a wary eye on Stoneham, the aura the man gave off made her slightly nervous

{{Tag: Aear Charter, Matthew Oxford, Koren Telion + All

[Aear Charter]

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Outpost

Aear wandered slowly back to the gate room hanging back with Hama-chan. Whilst the humans had no idea what they were doing there were far less dangerous then this... Snow lepoard? Had she told him what her people were called? If she had he hadn't been listening again, he did have idetic memory afterall. She knew what she was doing, and whilst that wasn't a bad thing in itself, it meant she had a motive, some sort of hidden agenda. Aear hated not knowing, he wanted to corner Fee and get her to explain better why the humans were here, she seemed trustworthy. If not her then Korey, Aear half-trusted him, he'd met Bobbs and Lawly before as well but didn't interact with them enough to trust them. He rather get the information directly but both of the humans he was willing to approach were busy. Koren was busy being paranoid and Fee was busy playing with the base computers.

Aear let out a sigh before placing his hand on his imouto's shoulder. "Do some digging on the humans for me." He told her.

To be honest, he was starting to get bored. He didn't like not having anything to do. He supposed he could help Kana move the human medical equipment into the infirmary.

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Outpost Infirmary

"Hey Kans!" Said Aear wandering in to the infirmary spotting the doc from the SGC. "Your here too Doc? I thought you were part of that other base?"

He looked over at Sadie for a moment before turning back to the doc. If someone wanted to introduce them then great but otherwise he might as well get started. "Figured i'd help move your equipment in here."

Tag: @roger, @sadie