[Makes-Eternal-Everlasting]

1546 hours
SGC Local Time
Orbit of Mars

Sadly the Captain was in the shower at the time of the battlestation alarm going off. Great, never a moment in peace! Birg General Maria Jamison was aiming to completely retire from the United States Air Force the minute she set foot on Earth once more. They'd have to find a new commander for this tub, she mused. Someone who made it clear when it was time for personal upkeep. When she finally got done with personal upkeep she donned her primary BDUs, the dark green shirt and pants with black combat boots. Finally she pulled her long black hair into a quick loose braid and then picked up her sidearm and then headed for the bridge.

She arrived just as she heard the conversation between Telion and Maccafferty. She let them speak and stood in the doorframe, Telion knew good command chains when he needed to. The man also needed to put something on. But she let that go for the moment. A tank top did the job for him apparently. Second Lt, hell no, he was going to get promoted, she'd make sure of that! Finally after Koren gave the order for increased speed she took that moment to enter the bridge. "Can't a girl shower in peace on this rig ?" She asked to nobody inparticular.

One of the soldiers on deck saw her and barked out "General on Deck!" And snapped to attention wiuth a salute

"Everyone at ease. Lt Telion, what do you got for me ?" Maria asked as she stepped to the viewport and looked out at the cruiser. She tried to place who it belonged to, its size alone meant one thing, it was an ally, that was for sure. One she might have yet to meet. She honestly liked it when others took charge in times like these and worked like a well oiled machine. Most of the time it took her a day alone to get her team working like they should. But those days were over, she was almost home.

[Koren Telion]

"Can't a girl shower in peace on this rig ?" Koren grinned in relief at the sound of the aged woman's voice. There was always something to be said of experience, and nobody had more space flight experience than Brigadier General Maria Jamison, their true Captain. Koren had served under her 8 years ago on his training missions and first deployment as part of the Stargate Program. It was she that recognized just how much Koren letting the fighter that shot down the rest of his squad go meant as far as his recovery from his emotional instability from his brother-in-law and best friend's death in Afghanistan, and it was she that, through pulling some strings, had gotten him his flight on the Iliad. She'd always been his greatest advocate, and she would always be his most valued commanding officer.

One of the soldiers on deck saw her and barked out "General on Deck!" And snapped to attention with a salute. Koren simply stood and clasped his hands behind his back as Ms. Jamison, as he called her when off duty, walked to the viewport and observed the cruiser ahead of them.

"Everyone at ease." She said, "Lt Telion, what do you got for me ?"

"We're receiving a distress beacon from what we believe to be a small craft. There is at least one survivor aboard and alive. We established brief contact with the occupant," Koren fleetingly glanced at Fee; he was convering her tracks. The General didn't need to know specifics, "Before transmissions were terminated. We believe this vessel," Koren said, indicating the large cruiser ahead of them, "Has also intercepted the transmission, though their intentions are not yet known."

The General stopped her walk of the bridge at the foot of the command chair which Koren was still standing in front of. The two locked eyes for a moment, a twinkle coming to Koren's eye, and a smile creeping up the side of his mouth "We're at full power towards the distressed craft, and I have Technical Assistant Fiona Maccaferty making a threat assessment as we speak. Poručík Fiala Skala is the next senior ranking officer on the bridge, Sir." The salutation customarily concluding his report.

"Well, Lieutenant, that was very eloquent of you," The General said, a sly grin on her face; Just like I taught you. She gestured to the chair, "May I relieve you of your post?"

"I am quite relieved, Sir." Koren said, a broad smile crossing his face.

"Good," Jamison declared, mounting the steps and settling into the chair. She simply belonged there, and it made Koren happy to see her in it once again. "Now, get to your fighter, and on the way stop at your room. Put on your EVA suit," She jokingly talked down at him like he was still a cadet. Koren didn't mind, not even if it made the whole bridge snicker; not this time, "You'll need it"

As Koren hurried out of the room, Maria turned back and took in the bridge. "I see we've got some new faces on my bridge today," She said aloud, not using the intercom. She was quite old fashioned that way, "Introductions will have to wait. We have a job to do, ladies and gentleman, so I suggest we get to it! Poručík Skala! At my right hand please," She said indicating the seat next to her. She lowered her voice and said to herself, "Once more unto the breach, dear friends...once more..."

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[Makes-Eternal-Everlasting]

1546 hours
SGC Local Time
Orbit of Mars

As soon as Lt Telion had left the bridge Maria Jamison took careful note of what was going on. The data readout also showed a replay of the hologram that was attempting to connect, though quite fuzzy and flickering constantly. As if no power, or not enough power was being generated at the point of orgini to connect thruogh a hologram transmission. As the Iliad neared the striken craft Maria recognised the Meowtian cruiser. "Alright ladies and gentlemen we have us an alley on our doorstep. all stations hold fire. Sgt Maccafferty, open a line to that ship" Maria highlighted the massive Meowtian cruiser. Yes, she reocgnised it, the Bobtail. There was no missing the streaked paint on that patrolship's prow!

At the same time Maria ordered a zoom in on the striken craft. She saw two other fighters, Meowtian in make buzzing around it like moths to a light. Clearly curious of what it was and who was in it. she keyed the comm "Koren, listen up, we got allies on scene, I'm having tech sgt Maccafferty open a line to the Meowtian Cruiser. Whatever you do, don't shoot at the moving craft. You're to engage a tow hook, you may have to EVA, so make sure you're sealed in your suit. Trust me, we want this in one piece. the Meowtians will aid." As soon as Nemo answers my hail. Maria thought turning to Fee, "When did we get hologram communications ?" Maria had no idea the Iliad had hologram comms set up like the Odyssey and Daedalus.

In the depths of space in orbit of the red planet of the Sol System, Madromas monitored her paired soldiers vitals. Everything was stable, for the moment. But Madromas was not taking any chances. Connecting to the ship from Erde-Tyrene had all but drained the power even for the Life Support.

She sent a databurst to the Iliad, it was short, simple, and very urgent. //Life support offlined, power levels critical// Thankfully a Fijitian could withstand unable to breathe for up to an hour. And even with her HHD in full gear Makes-Eternal had a good four hours of air left. But with her completely knocked out and bleeding from a very bad wound.....

Madromas was taking no chances.

TAG: Aear Charter, Koren Telion

[Aear Charter]

2846 MST
1546 SGC Local Time
High Mars Orbit

The local frigate hadn't made any contact yet. That was good thought Aear, it wasn't the usual Kitsune "give us your ship or die" speech. Aear scanned the fighter again. One life sign, vitals fading, not Kitsune, life support had just gone out. She might not be Kitsune but that didn't mean she didn't work for them as one of their slaves.

"Bobtail, Meowman. One life sign in the strike craft, not Kitsune. Repeat: Not Kitsune. Please advise." Ask any of Aear's superiors and they'd tell you that he only followed the chain of command as and when he saw fit. It's not like he didn't respect the chain of command, he just wasn't going to let it hold him back when lives were on the line.

"Strike group, Bobtail actual. Hold position. We are moving to intercept and claim the craft. If the locals really want it however then on their head be it when sh!t hits the fan."

"Yokai!" acknowledged Aear as the Bobtail started to move between the local frigate and the strike group. Even Meowtian shields had a hard time against those Asgard beam weapons. They'd hand the craft over if the locals wanted but if she was working for the Kitsune and this was a trap she proably kill all of their crew and fly their ship home.

That was when Aear picked up the transmisdion from the Illiad. Great Americans, just what he needed. Alright I'm taking chain of command and throwing it out the window.

"Bobtail, Meowman. She's not Kitsune so I'm taking her to the locals. I'll join them for the interrorgation so you can continue the hunt. Moving comms into silent."

With that done he instructed his vessal to fire a magical chain bind around the strike craft and started tow her to the Illiad.

"Attention Earthican frigate. This is Meowman. I'm bringing you the damaged strike craft make sure your hangar's open. Placing comms on silent." he directed this broadcast to the Illiad and accelerated to 50PSL. He would be with the Illiad in just a couple of minutes.

[James Calmara]

For the moment fighter number five had  the covering off its landing gear housing. An number of For the moment fighter number five had  the covering off its landing gear housing. An number of components had been detached. This particular birds 'stick jockey' had been complaining of slow landing gear deployment which had resulted in a rather erratic landing. The opportunity to drill the newer deck crew had been eagerly taken by James Calmara. The engineer was serving in his second favorite posting, deck chief.  

The general quarters sounding had changed things slightly, with practiced ease the engineer started bawling orders. "Ladies and Gents, time to go to work all deco crew report to your designated plane captains, plane captains make sure your birds are ready. Last one owes a round. Whight your crew taking one and eight, id give you a pass but you'll probaley woop these anyway. Stacton take your crew and put a jumper on hot standby."[/b] Glancing at the pair who were working on the landing gear he told them. "Finish up here, double time, then join your crews." Crossing a now very active and busy deck he made his way to the deck control station to report their status. "Bridge from Hanger Control, birds are moving to hot standby. Standing by for deployment orders. "  

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Fee was still standing next to Koren, a bit unaware that she was staring. She wasn't staring AT Koren, exactly, but she was intrigued by his sudden mood change. It was HER that had caused it, and she was unsure why. Or how. But she had changed his mind. She was about to move back to her station, when a woman she'd never met before appeared. The woman's eyes landed on Koren, and Fee blushed in spite of herself. She was standing close to Koren, well within his personal space, and to an outsider, it could be misinterpreted. With one last pointed look at her friend, she scuttled back towards her computer bank. The scary woman spoke. 

Can't a girl shower in peace on this rig?...Everyone at ease. Lt Telion, what do you got for me ? Fee just stared. Well, if Marah had been intimadating, this woman would scar her for life. She wanted to hide, preferably under Koren. BUT she also knew she needed to do her job, so she scooted to her station. She heard Koren's reply as she searched out Fiala, who was standing at pefect ease, listening carefully. Fee's face was on fire. She cursed the natural blush, and returned her headset to her ear. She calmed down, and then got to work, taking the signal to a listenable decible. 

Koren recapped what had happened. 

We're receiving a distress beacon from what we believe to be a small craft. There is at least one survivor aboard and alive. We established brief contact with the occupant He paused and she smiled a little-he saved her six this time-before going on. Before transmissions were terminated. We believe this vessel, has also intercepted the transmission, though their intentions are not yet known. Fee honed in on it, to illustrate as he spoke, and also because she was having a hard time deciphering it. The ship was putting up barriers and firewalls as fast as she could destroy them. Eventually, one would give up-and Fee had the upper hand, since she never slept. 

We're at full power towards the distressed craft, and I have Technical Assistant Fiona Maccaferty making a threat assessment as we speak. Poručík Fiala Skala is the next senior ranking officer on the bridge, Sir. Fee wanted to scream. She wasn't an ASSISTANT anything. Instead, she spoke up, her accent thick with nerves, and her tone low and mousy. 

Ma'am, so far as I can tell, both signals aer either friendly or neutral. None of the built-in warning systems are going off, and Fee knew they would. She'd helped to install them. Technical Analyst Fiona Maccafferty, ma'am....anything you need immeditely? Fee hoped not. She was still kicking herself for disobeying Koren's order and answering the call. She'd discuss it with him later, though.

The woman spoke again.



 Well, Lieutenant, that was very eloquent of you... May I relieve you of your post? Now, get to your fighter, and on the way stop at your room. Put on your EVA suit. You will need it.[/b] Fee giggled just a bit. He really DID need to put some more clothes on. Even SHE was noticing the abs that were under that undershirt. She caught his eye as he passed her. She couldn't read his look, but hers was one of pleading-please be safe. She knew she could talk to him over his headset, and even set up a private line if she needed to, but she hoped she never had to. 

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I see we've got some new faces on my bridge today. Introductions will have to wait. We have a job to do, ladies and gentleman, so I suggest we get to it! Poručík Skala! At my right hand please...Alright ladies and gentlemen we have us an alley on our doorstep. all stations hold fire. Sgt Maccafferty, open a line to that ship. Fee nodded. She knew this. 

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A bit later, the action picked up. She was fast at work, keeping Koren in her sights, as well as coordinating with the Doc and the hangar bay. She even had managed to unscramble part of the second, unknown becon. Meow. That was all she could get. It was frustrating, and nonsensical. Only cats said Meow. There were no cats out here. Just a few dogs. 

Koren, listen up, we got allies on scene, I'm having tech sgt Maccafferty open a line to the Meowtian Cruiser. Whatever you do, don't shoot at the moving craft. You're to engage a tow hook, you may have to EVA, so make sure you're sealed in your suit. Trust me, we want this in one piece. the Meowtians will aid. When did we get hologram communications ? The last was directed at Fee. 

About 40 seconds before you arrived at the Bridge. It was just a flicker, mostly. Appeared for a moment in a female form. It was gone before most saw it. I did, though....my computer screen went haywire. And...Lt. Telion did, as well. Think it shocked him. She was careful not to refer to Koren by his first name-no need for any more screwups from her.[/b] She pressed a few buttons, and then spoke to the General, and Koren, simultaneously.

I have contact with the Meowtian... She switched to a private line, right into Koren's ear, and dropped her voice so no one else could hear unless they were listening in on purpose, but the others were busy. 

Be safe...and promise me you'll sleep when you get back. 

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Back in his office, Roger sat, his head in his hands. He was homesick, and he was annoyed that the protocol around here seemed to be "shoot first, talk later". Roger was no idealist, but he knew that sometimes, brute force was the wrong course of action. On the other hand, he also knew that sometimes, it was your ONLY course of action. He saw it around him, but he had noted that Lt. Telion, in particular, seemed to sometimes question, as did the Marine. She was tough, no doubt, and according to her personnel records, she'd seem some stuff. The only one he hadn't pegged yet was the Finn. She was an engima to him...her, and the young redhead. That girl was a hyperbole of everything he'd ever known-calm under pressure, but tense in open forums. Scared of her own shadow, but brave when tested. He was still figuring her out. And damn it, he missed his wife. Lucy would know what to do. She always did. He wanted to talk to her, to hear her voice-to hear the smile in her voice. He loved that smile. He MISSED it. He knew when he took this job that she'd be lightyears away. But he didn't realize it would seem so...FAR. 

A voice on the overhead startled him out of his reverie. 

"Doctor, I need you on the bridge immediately. Helmsman, Full power. Plot a course to the beacon. We're going to get her out of there, no matter who she is. Maccafferty, Skala, Threat assessment as soon as you can.[/i] He stood. His earlier question, packing a triage kit, had been mostly rhetorical. He stepped to the closet, and retreived the kit, and then ran down the hall, ducking, sliding, and sidestepping people. He arrived at the Bridge in record time, and spoke, his voice firm with resignation. 

Dr. Harrison, reporting as requested...where's the Lt?! 

[Makes-Eternal-Everlasting]

1547 Hours
SGC Local Time
Orbit of Mars

"Good of you to arrive Dr, saves me the time to call for you. Have your medical team ready on flight deck Beta for our mystery injured guest." Gen Jamison said calmly as Harrison arrived. Civilian or not, Dr Harrison was the best she could get on a short notice. "Lt Telion will mee you there." She then nodded allowing the man to get to his duty

She turned to Fee, a nod at the mentiuon of contact, she'd have a look at the recordings of the day later before she set foot on firma terra again. With the channel open Maria Jamison spoke "Nemo I know you're there. It's Jamison. Talk to me buddy, what's going on on your end ?" Why were the Meowtians that far out in space ? Insofar as to come to Sol System of all places ? She remembered Nemo, the Meowtian was a godsend, arriving in the perfect timing that was a blessing of perfect timing gods. That and she actually liked being around the commander of the Bobtail. A great sense of humor, but also a strong sense of duty to his kind. She respected that and also admired it.

She saw the Meowtian fighter being its approach towards the Iliad. She also saw the extent of the damage the other fighter had taken. It was then that one of the crew next to Fee called out "Life support on the stricken craft is offlined. Power levels on the ship are reported as critical."

Maria nodded, she opened a channel to the flight deck control. "Bridge to flight deck, we have incoming allies towing a stricken craft, clear a landing zone and give whatever aid required by our ally. Dr Harrison is enroute to help with the victim."

It was then that Madromas did it. With the snow leopard in her care giving the mental command as if through a dream Madromas sent a simple ping towards the Iliad. It was all she needed to download to the ships system. She posed no threat. And yet, Madromas was never noticed. The Fijitian artifical intelligence was now onboard the Iliad. At least until her snow leopard charge was back on her feet.

[Koren Telion]

Koren turned on his heel and locked eyes with Fee once more; she looked concerned, no, worried about him. The look in her eyes was fear. Koren just gave her a strong nod as he turned and jogged off of the bridge, replacing his headset as he did so.

Koren stopped by his room and threw on the EVA suit, then jogged to the lift that would take him to the hanger. As the lift opened and Koren felt the brisk cold of the hanger's temporary air-supply, Koren took a deep breath in. It was like tasting the mountain air to him. It had been far too long since he'd been out on a real mission, and this one had some variables that were sure to make things interesting.

Koren's comm buzzed, "Koren, listen up, we got allies on scene, I'm having tech sgt Maccafferty open a line to the Meowtian Cruiser. Whatever you do, don't shoot at the moving craft. You're to engage a tow hook, you may have to EVA, so make sure you're sealed in your suit. Trust me, we want this in one piece. the Meowtians will aid."

"Roger that," Koren said as he approached his Flight Chief and took the clipboard for pre-flight checks and simply checked the box that said 'Srambled' and handed it back to him, retrieving his helmet at the same time. As he donned the helmet and locked in the air-tight neck-colar, the Chief padded down his suit and tugged on every restraint, zipper, clasp and seal (Koren had forgotten how invasive this was) to make sure they were tight. Two pats on the back told Koren he was good to go. Koren then looked to the Chief Engineer and circled his hand twice about his head. The Engineer repeated the same motion, and two more engineers sprung into action. "Wheels up in 30," He relayed the archaic saying over the radio to the General. Koren climbed the ladder on the side of the craft and jumped into the pilot seat of the F-302. Suddenly he truly felt at home. His hands found the throttle and yoke immediately, and the belts seemed to flow right over his shoulders as he slipped them over his arms. A familiar, strong tug on his restraints came from behind him and Koren checked his mirror.

"Clark! Jesus, man..." Koren exclaimed, a huge smile crossing his face, "You scared me there for a second. How'd you get back onto this rig?"

"You kiddin' me, bro?" Clark said, a wide smile on his face as well as he continued to work on pre-flight ops, "I wouldn't miss this for the world. And you are MY pilot, after all. Don't say you were planning on leaving earth without me?"

Koren swept through the preflights and the Engineers ground taxied his aircraft into launch position, "I had no idea you re-uped."

"Just for you..." Koren looked back at Clark. His face was straight and serious, the way he got when something was getting at him.

"Really?" Koren asked, more for Clark than for him.

"Really really," Clark said, not looking up from his work. Koren put his hand over his soldier as far as it would go with the straps on.

"We fly together." He said. Clark grasped is hand very strongly and held it there for a moment.

"We fly together..." He repeated back. The radio clicked and Koren turned his attention back out front.

"I have contact with the Meowtian..." Fee's voice said, then a nearly inaudible blip came over the comms, followed by Fee's very hushed, very intense and very concerned voice, "Be safe...and promise me you'll sleep when you get back."

Koren keyed his second channel, which he assumed Fee'd tapped into, "I will...I promise." He bit his lip, then added, "Look out for me...just in case..."

Suddenly the engines roared to life. "Ready to go, boss," Clark's tenor tone came from the seat behind him. Koren switched back to the primary frequency.

"Eagle Squadron on standby, awaiting your command, General."

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[Aear Charter]

2846 MST
1546 SGC Local Time

A small energy screen appeared infront of Jamison, rather then broadcast through the whole system he set up a private communiqué. It didn't mean they couldn't be overheard it just made things a little more... Personal.

"Jamison my dear. My little outing take you by surprise did it?" said the Admiral "Good to know your crew's on the ball."

"A status update eh? I take it you remember how you helped out at Tamura recently?"

"Well, we've been tasked with hunting the fleet responsible. Even if we have to scour every habitable system in the Milky Sea."

"Of course my CSGs gone AWoL again. I swear that kid is going to land himself into something where his luck will run out. He's probably right you know. I'd get that hangar open." Nemo held up a small slip of paper that looked like it must have come out of a fortune cookie. On it read: 'There is a rather annoying person in your life that you need to listen too.'

"Once you've secured the craft we'll continue our hunt. That drink will have to wait till next time my dear, here's hoping it's sooner rather then later."

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Fiala listened as the on goings on the bridge went on and gave a very realistic look of been lost at the controls . She found crew members stepping in to carry out the task and as they'ed relay information Fiala would finish it with that's what I got .
The admiral spoke to the doctor,

 "Bridge to flight deck, we have incoming allies towing a stricken craft, clear a landing zone and give whatever aid required by our ally. Dr Harrison is enroute to help with the victim."

Fiala stepped in and replied,
" Sir I know this is your show and I don't want to be a party killer but, this is not were I belong, half the time I can't find the comm button and if the doctor is going to be dealing with something unknown I'd like to be there to do what I was trained for if things go wrong ." with that Fiala stood up straight and spoke again," With your permission sir I'd like to join the doctor ."

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[Makes-Eternal-Everlasting]

1546 hours
SGC Local Time
Orbit of Mars

Maria Jamison smiled, "Somewhat, my crew mistook you for an old foe of ours. No matter now." She waved a hand as if the call to battlestations was just a misunderstanding. She nodded, "Ah Yes, Tamura. I recall that battle, and that your own XO had all but totaled your cruiser. I take it you plan on touching up the paintjob when you are finished hunting ?" The fact that Nemo and his crew were hunting those who were fighting at Tamura made things slightly easier.

"Don't worry, if who is towing the striken craft towards my hangar is who we're both thinknig of, I'll make sure he is properly atired for this job." She replied with a soft smile. She chuckled at the mention of the drink he owed her, "Do not worry of the drink, inform me when you are ready to have it, and I shall meet you at the place of your choosing. Do take care of yourself.[/color]" She relayed the order to open the hangar gates, but leave the atmo shield active. Items could pass through it, but nothing airwise could escape through it.

Maria cut the channel and as the image of Nemo faded from her bridge she turned to Fi, taking in the young woman carefully before speaking her mind she listened to what she said, She nodded, "Go ahead" The General said, "You are to assist Dr Harrison in anything he requires. Dismissed."

Madromas roamed the ship, the strange Erde-Tyrene craft was designed with battle in mind, but it was so tiny compared to even a Spectre Dropship!! Which were roughly twice to three times the size of the bridge of the craft alone! Madromas snickered as she filtered through the ships main systems, a power device she had never seen before, nothing like the plasma coils she was used to on the Fijitians ships. nevertheless, the AI kept well hidden. Finding once again the hologram network and carefully testing it.

Madromas went over the basic specs of the Iliad carefully. A battleship, ha! the thing was a good quarter smaller than a Fijitan Space Naval Frigate! The Ancilla then took a careful count of the weapons, the crew, and the expected tasks the craft was to perform. energy weapons, like the Swarm of all races. Shat! The energy weapons were nearly identical to those of the Swarm Strom ships and even their personal handheld weapons! Madromas made careful note to keep a steady eye on the crew of this craft.

There was another brief flash of pale flickery blue light on the floor as well as directly above it on the ceiling before it faded out not two meters to Fee's left. The same shade and hue as the hologram that tried to appear, the same hologram that overrode the comm network with the distress signal.

Madromas was for one thing, happy that she had her Snow Leopard had not dropped out near a Shield World. That would have been an absolute disaster. Thankfully they were somewhere else. Madromas wormed her way into Fees console and began gleaning local starmao information. taking careful precaution to not be spotted until the very last second.

Once the Ancilla had what it was after it withdrew from Fee's console and once more roamed the ship until it located where her charge was currently located. Then from there Madromas used the primary deckplan layout to isolate the infirmary. She was angered slightly that the hologram network was not hardlight, otherwise she'd manifest and actually carry the Snow Leopard that the Meowtian was towing in.

But sadly, Madromas could only watch and observe as the Meowtian fighter was guided into the hangar through a screen unseen. She monitored the felines vitals carefully. Having exactly what she needed. And also knowing esactly what langauge, or rather as close as possible the langage. The humans used in order to allow the Snow Leopard to communicate with the humans.

As Aear was guided into the hangar with the powerless tiny fighter in tow, everyone on the hangar deck could easily see the large mark on the windscreen of the tiny fighter. It was about the size of a small sports car. And most likely three times as fast as the fastest car on the road. The tiny marble black fighter hovered a halve meter off the hangar deck.

Madromas actvated the windscreen seal, which then began to fade away into nothing, the purple black stuff on the windscreen that was no longer there without its surface floated for but a heartbeat before settling on the lone occupant inside the fighter.

There was no missing the black and white thick fur of a snow leopard. And there was also no missing the massive purple black mark on the big cats forehead where she had connected with the windscreen of her fighter when she was hit and knocked out.

As if on cue Madromas hailed Doc Harrison, since he was the one the leader of the ship sent to the hangar to aid her Snow Leopard. directing him in a flat monotone voice of what ship to access, and also to take great care in handling the Snow Leopard, and by that, and the tone she used, she meant to keep his hands where they could always be seen. Madromas smiled in spite of herself. As an Ancilla, Madromas was well skilled, and even better, in the mood for some fun. As long as her Snow Leopard was helped carefully back onto her feet. Madromas could repair the Clawcraft

The entire time the humans worked to help her Snow Leopard, Madromas went through the duty rostor, bypassing the security codes without wasting a heartbeat. Madromas was both smart, and planning ahead in the case of trouble. As she scanned through the roster she kept a careful eye on the vitals of her snow leopard, as well as a human or two who seemed to suddenly get a spike in their heartrate as the sight of the injured cat.

//I hope none of them have itchy trigger fingers. I'd hate to gas out the hangar// Madromas mumbled softly to herself. With Madromas in the ships systems, she had complete control over everything, there was no way to get her out, not even through system shutdown. However, none knew that she was in there.

Yet.

And for the moment, she was playing nicely.

[Aear Charter]

2847 MST
1547 hours SGC Local Time
Orbit of Mars
Illiad Hangar

The Meowtian strike craft slowed down just enough so it didn't plow through the Illiad as it approached the hangar. A bit of a bumpy landing for the one being towed but hey a rescues a rescue. Once the Meowtian strike craft had touched down the windshield pulled back and a figure lept out and landed softy a few metres in front of the craft. It was Aear in full barrier jacket as usual he turned on the spot as he analysed the Earth cruiser. "I suppose it's not too bad..." he thought out loud.

Another figure climbed out of the craft and slid down the ladder that had unfolded from the ship. Looking a lot like a Meowtian but with what seemed to be wolf ears she was dressed it what was obviously a military EVA suit. "You know I haven't learnt flight magic yet." she complained to her wizard as she strode over to him.

"You worry too much Fran." grinned Aear as members of the Illiad's crew rushed over. The medical team rushed to the broken star fighter and what seemed to be some pilots came over the the pair that had brought it in. "Korey!" waved Aear as they came "Hisashiburi!" he added giving a small bow.

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Fee sat at her station, now fully engaged in her tasks. She had an eye on Koren's beacon, and the other was scanning. She was searching for anything that might help. 

A flicker of blue, and then her screen locked. She raised her head, and spoke, across the Bridge. 

Ma'am....my screen is locked. Someone's in our system...I can't override it. She sighed. She was upset by that. But at least she could still access the team's radios. 

(Sorry for the lame post...)

[James Calmara]

1547 hours
Orbit of Mars
Illiad Hangar

"Copy that bridge, starboard hanger is clear for landing." He responded with a smile, one he wore at the prospect of getting to examine two alien spececraft up close. That part of the job never, never got old. He slipped from one hanger to the other using the passage between the two.

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Stood to one side Calmara observed the pair of craft tow cables fastened to the as yet to be determind craft,  it look beautiful whos ever it was. Sleek black, it looked very much shaped to both avoid detection and be as agile as possable in a fight, probably with advanced toys on board. Stepping between he grinned as both cockpits pulled back, bit continued walking calling as he went. "Lt, Thats a fine looking ship you snaged. I promise to ease up on the pilot insults for a bit." He threw a glance to Aear, from his reaction he it seemed he knew Telion. "Buddy of yours Lt?" he asked with a glance before his attention was back on the Meowton pilot. "Thanks for the help. Lets see who we got shall we."   He followed lines of the black craft up to where the cockpit should be. As it retracted, or more to the point vanished.  

The occupant put the engineer on the back foot, mentality, for a moment. He'd seen several sights, humanoid/aquatic-type people had been his very first encounter, on his first proper mission through the gate, for one. But what appears to be a full size 'big cat' at the controls was a new one for him. Calmara regained his composure and reacted to the siruation in front of him. "Occupant's wounded and out cold, by the looks of things. We need a medic here!" He called more to the waiting deck crew than anyone else. "Your on an earth vessel, us air force controlled, if you can here me we mean you no harm." Calmara called towards the occupent just in case it was feigning. "Looks like this is gonna be yet another new one." He commented over his shoulder to Telion.  

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OOC: sorry for delay works been crazy and stuff like that.