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Hanger
Vedas Base

Fee wandered the hallway aimlessly. She was off duty, and a little lost. She had read all of the books she'd brought-twice-and she was trying to give Koren some space. Fiala was on duty, and she had no idea, and didn't really WANT to know what Aear was up to. So, after she'd fed Jacques, she decided to take herself on a tour of the place, and get oriented. She was now in the Hangar area-she knew it well, but she hadn't seen it all.

She stuck her head around a corner, her rust-colored hair flowing into her face. She saw Calmara sitting on the ground, next to a cruiser, surrounded by bits of what appeared to be engine. She smiled, and approached.

Hiya. You look confused. Need some help? Me da is an automobile mechanic. They're similar engines. Maybe a fresh set of eyes? She didn't know the man well, but she had liked him when she'd met him at the briefing, and throughout thier work days-he, too, was a bit of a nerd, and she felt a bit of a kindred spirit. She set down across from him. If I am not bothering you, that is.

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[James Calmara]

1521
Hanger
Vedas Base


The words 'hidden fault' or 'unexpected error' when applied to engines was always code for 'long, frustrating day'. So there he was in the hanger trying to summon any past experience that might help diagnose the fault. He'd at least managed to narrow it down to a specific point of the propulsion train. The problem was, the area just happened to be one of the more complicated parts.   So there he sat, on the floor of the hanger with the partially deconstructed components laid out in front of him. When he heard footsteps coming towards him, with out rasing his head his eyes dartered to that area. A pair of shoes, canvas training shoe the looked like, no threat, no cause for alarm. He went back to his problem.  

He looked up when hearing a voice, a flanel shirt and jeans clad Fiona had come calling and by the sounds of it she was offering help. "Miss McCafferty if your bothering me results in solving the little problem I'm having then by all meens bother away." Leaning back he reached for Asimov and looked over the data it contained as he started to explain where he was up to. "So we came to start up, nothing doing, ran a few diagnostics, came back with an engine management fault. Softwares bug free apparently, so I'm working as though it an electo-mecanical intertace problem. Pulled it apart, looking for anything loose, badly fitting, sheared off, or not working proper."He stopped, made a sweeping motion with his right hand starting at the components closest to him and working down about a third before stopping. I started here and have got to here. Any point you want to start would be fine by me."

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Fiona glanced at the various parts and tools spread about. Men were messy whilst fixing things, weren't they?! She looked at James as he filled her in on his progress. 

Miss McCafferty if your bothering me results in solving the little problem I'm having then by all meens bother away. She smiled. 

'Tis just Fee. Miss Maccafferty is me spinster Aunt Mary. What sort of problem? Hopefully it was about the array of parts between them, and not about birds or mummy problems. Fee didn't know how to deal with those. She liked machines. 

So we came to start up, nothing doing, ran a few diagnostics, came back with an engine management fault. Softwares bug free apparently, so I'm working as though it an electo-mecanical intertace problem. Pulled it apart, looking for anything loose, badly fitting, sheared off, or not working proper. He answered her question, and she picked up some of the pieces, something that looked oddly like a nut, and examined it. She nodded. 

Me dad says that, when he has a problem with an engine, it's best to not use the computer, but to look at each piece of the puzzle carefully. It used to make me crazy, because I could plug the problem into the Internet and have it solved fast. But he's far more methodical than I. What part of the engine is this? She held up her piece. She knew that plane engines and car engines were similar in design, but with luck, they'd also have the same name. She replaced the piece back in it's spot, and leaned back on her heels. 

I started here and have got to here. Any point you want to start would be fine by me. She nodded again. 

Electromechnical, you say? When was the last time diagnostics were ran? THat was one of the few systems she didn't run herself. She knew about it, and could fix it, but she didn't actually work one-on-one with it. And some of the grime on here might be contributing, she made a face at the oily spot on her fingers. 

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[James Calmara]

1232
P-0967
Hangar


"Oops bit of a unintended insult there on my part." Calmara respond with a slight chuckle, he'd been in a similar situation to this before, always tricky  adressing civilians apart of the program. This had to be one of the better outcomes, still making light of things and move on quickly was best. "Fee it is then."   When Fee started talking about the ways and methods her dad had for fixing things, the engineer grinned and glanced over the 'mess' he had made. "I think I can relate to your fathers way of doing things. I like the methodical approach, me and computers.....well we get along now. But mechanics and moving parts will always be my first love, I started out with 'chopers, got snaped up for the 302 program, ten years here I am. Your dad why you ended up a techie?" Calmara explained and then asked, as he picked the part from Fee, either she would answer or she wouldn't, as the engineer turned it over in his hands, he put his hand to a UV lightstick. "Its a fork thats part of the speed control for the power shaft. Looks okay as far as visual inspection goes. Lets have a closer look shall we." More of a statement as he   passed the part under the light. Responding to Fees first question with out looking up. "Last one done was about an hour or two.....ahh seems have a bit of stress here thats inconsistent with age.... Calmara trailed off then looked up when Fee reamrked about the a spot of grime. "Could be significant, where abouts were you holding?" He asked holding it out between his thumb and first and index finger. Stress fractures and lubricant in the wrong place could indicate a fault.  

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Oops bit of a unintended insult there on my part. Fee it is then. Fiona shook her head. 

No, it's alright. I didn't mean it that I was offended. She smiled at James, hopefully lettig him know that it was truly OK. 

I think I can relate to your fathers way of doing things. I like the methodical approach, me and computers.....well we get along now. But mechanics and moving parts will always be my first love, I started out with 'chopers, got snaped up for the 302 program, ten years here I am. Your dad why you ended up a techie? Fee nodded, sorting like pieces with other like pieces. 

Yes, 'tis why. When he started his own shop, I was the only one with enough time to learn to use the computer. That was back before they were so common. I had to work the books, so I learned. It only became a short period of time before I learnt code and to write programs. It only made sense I do it for a living. I've always wondered if it would be different if I had me mum. She sighed. She handed the piece back to James as he went on. 

Its a fork thats part of the speed control for the power shaft. Looks okay as far as visual inspection goes. Lets have a closer look shall we?...[/b] He turned up a UV light. Brilliant. She couldn't see anything with her eye, but she wasn't skilled at airplane parts. Last one done was about an hour or two.....ahh seems have a bit of stress here thats inconsistent with age.... 

Fee nodded. 

In autos, a fork is something used to pluck junk parts from old cars. BUT a connecting rod does the same sort of thing. IF that is the same thing, then your problem might be that the metal has worn down from the heat of the engine combined with overuse. Whoever's plane this is drives hard. SHe pointed where she meant. 

Could be significant, where abouts were you holding? She pointed to the spot where her thumb and forefinger had held the metal bit, and then showed him her grimy fingers. 

Could do with a bit of a clean up, I'd wager, as well... 

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Yes, 'tis why. When he started his own shop, I was the only one with enough time to learn to use the computer. That was back before they were so common. I had to work the books, so I learned. It only became a short period of time before I learnt code and to write programs. It only made sense I o it for a living. I've always wondered if it would be different if I had me mum.

"That must have a tough few years." Calmara stated with a note of sympathy, a practiced habit made him stear away from the 'I'm sorry for....' line, which the engineer found insincere when he didn't know the person of if the loss was a while back. As for the nature, well that could be left for now, maybe circled back to. "Still might have drawn you closer you and your dad, But I've seen it go both ways." Calmara added with a slight smile, that was honest, maybe not what you're 'supposed' to say. But he hoped it'd be okay.

In autos, a fork is something used to pluck junk parts from old cars. BUT a connecting rod does the same sort of thing. IF that is the same thing, then your problem might be that the metal has worn down from the heat of the engine combined with overuse. Whoever's plane this is drives hard.

I know it yeah, had an evening job at a school mates dads tire shop. First ever job, anyway sometimes went to the scrap lot with some of the lads he employed, looking for decent part-worns off the motors there." Talking about his connection to mechanic stuff was easy, came very natural to Calmara. If it happened that he shared things about his background, that was fine. Add to that his knowing sonetimes you have to give a little and hope the other party responds. "Sounds to me like you did a bit of everything at your dads work, I'm guessing it was a mecanical shop?" Calmara took various measurements and compaiered it to the spec sheet, he pulled out of and then stuffed back into the top pocket of his overalls sahking his head. "Yes sometimes the words 'mechanical sympathy' is lost of the stick jockeys we keep around the place. I do get that sometimes theirs no choice but to push the equipment hard to get home in one piece. But sometimes I whish they wouldn't apply that to every scenario, and every flight." He stoped himself grinned for a moment or two. "Grease monkey gripeing, I may go off that way sometimes, ingrained habit that im trying to quit." He admited.

Could do with a bit of a clean up, I'd wager

"Yeah ive got some wire wool, that should do the trick." He said definitely pushing himself up with both hands. "A new seal and bearing on it and we're half way there."

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That must have a tough few years...Still might have drawn you closer you and your dad, But I've seen it go both ways. She nodded. 

I might've. We're more alike...I don't remember much about my mother, but I do remember it annoyed her when me dad let me do "boy" things. M dad is smart, though-he never got the chance to go to Uni like me, but if he had, I think he'd be brilliant at it. And yes, life without a mum WAS tough. We did it for twelve years. But in the end, it worked out, because I think it made me who I am... She trailed off. Her mother's abandonment was still a tough subject for her. She felt personally responsible, and the pain that she believed, wrongly or rightly, she caused her father was always on her mind. 

I know it yeah, had an evening job at a school mates dads tire shop. First ever job, anyway sometimes went to the scrap lot with some of the lads he employed, looking for decent part-worns off the motors there...Sounds to me like you did a bit of everything at your dads work, I'm guessing it was a mecanical shop? Fee chuckled. 

I think most boys had an after-school job at some kind of automobile store or garage. My brother, Liam, just started helping Dad and his guys do some minor things. Daddy would never let me go to the scrap yards; he said it was too dangerous and he would die to lose me if a crane fell on me since I was so small. Yeah, Dad has Big M Auto in South Boston. It's a repair and junk car place. Mostly European cars. He learnt it at trade school in Dublin before we came to America. He and my uncle Simon own it, and another Irish immigrant family, the MacCorkles, they have a third, as well. Thier son, Andrew, is dad's accountant. She just shrugged. James probably did not care, but she couldn't shut up now. She was grateful that James was so chatty today. 

Yes sometimes the words 'mechanical sympathy' is lost of the stick jockeys we keep around the place. I do get that sometimes theirs no choice but to push the equipment hard to get home in one piece. But sometimes I whish they wouldn't apply that to every scenario, and every flight. She remembered Koren's flying during the first mission here. 

I imagine so. It's the same with IT; no one seems to realize that they have to take care of computers, that I can't just magically make things work on my whim...though it would be nice. I can only do so much. She stood up then, and fished a packet of cookies from her pocket. Fancy a Nutter-Butter?! She offered the bag to James. 

Grease monkey gripeing, I may go off that way sometimes, ingrained habit that im trying to quit....Yeah ive got some wire wool, that should do the trick.A new seal and bearing on it and we're half way there. Fee nodded. 

Sounds like. Good for you. How are you handling the mission so far? Anyone I should meet? Fee strangely wasn't nervous to be alone with James. She sensed that he was safe and would not harm her. Another person she could add to the safe list. 

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"Sounds like a real family business, nice and close. I can relate on some level my family roots are Native American, can go way, way back on my dads side. Always was a close community, I'm an only child, reasons why are a whole other story, but had plenty of uncles, aunts, cousins living close by. My parents and a few uncles and aunts worked at a casino, so shift work, so we were in and out each others houses. All of them stayed local aceppt me. First in the family to join the armed forces." Calmara explained as he fished through his tool drawers for the mentioned wire wool, Fiona had been open enough to let him know about her past, more open than he'd observed durring the short time he'd worked with her. Returning the gesture not only seemed right, but past experience had taught him, expedition members needed to bulid up that trust in the good times so that when push and shove came. They would come though better.

Calmara listened as he worked on the small part,  the wire wool making short work of the foreign grim that had coated it. Working to smooth it out a little more, his eyes lit up when the bag was produced, he was hoping for snacks, and snacks it was, cookies, "Ever know a techie to turn down sugerie stuff. Nutter-butter just happens to be number three in my prefered cookie list. Behind the number two of cranberry, odd I know bur it works. The number one and ultimate cookie is Oatmeal and Raisin. I my opinion of course. Your top three?"  

He contemplated the pair of questions that Fee had just tossed him. "Can you grab a spacer for me. Behind you, third draw set down, my far right, 8mm?" He asked still considering the questiins posed. "So far I'm enjoying it, odd as that may sound. Okay we've had a supprise or two, first with the guests we encountered at the outpost and then the first few off world missions have had mixed results. But we're exploring another galaxy. That never gets old! It takes a while to get used to but there's nothing better in my opinion."

"Telions alright, he's got the usual flyboy chip on his sholder, might be okay if you can get past that.  Porckue Skala shes quite understated but shes stable, she listens, shes balanced, shes fair, good person to know. Major Andre as well, stargate veteran, not had the easist of times with the program, but shes gor time for most people as long as you don't come at her with an attitude. Lieutenant Law as well another understated but very likeable officer, if your around her on any sort of mission she'll look out for you. Doc Pratt seems alright but don't know enough about him yet, he's open minded enough which is a good thing in some cases." Calmara responded to the second part of her question, running down those of the expedition he'd dealt with durring the short time they'd been together all the while triming the spacer to fit and sloting it into the part.  

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Sounds like a real family business, nice and close. I can relate on some level my family roots are Native American, can go way, way back on my dads side. Always was a close community, I'm an only child, reasons why are a whole other story, but had plenty of uncles, aunts, cousins living close by. My parents and a few uncles and aunts worked at a casino, so shift work, so we were in and out each others houses. All of them stayed local aceppt me. First in the family to join the armed forces. 

Fiona nodded, distracted by more pieces. She was trying to be a help to James, but so far, it appeared as though the part in his hand was the winner. 

We are. There are two other employees; my cousin, Seamus, and another bloke, Kieran, that is another immigrant from Dublin. My brother, Liam, has been helping, as well. We are close...I was an only child until my father remarried....luckily, me stepmum is nice, and she seems a good match for my dad. Quite different from me own mum. ANd I understand about being the first. I am the first in my family to go to college, and the first to DO something with it. 

She turned over some pieces, and then looked back at James. She handed him over the second cookie in the pack. 

Ever know a techie to turn down sugerie stuff. Nutter-butter just happens to be number three in my prefered cookie list. Behind the number two of cranberry, odd I know bur it works. The number one and ultimate cookie is Oatmeal and Raisin. I my opinion of course. Your top three? That was easy. 

Shortbread, then these, and then chocolate with nuts. I share those with Lt. Telion, though, usually.... She flushed a bit as she mentioned it, and hoped that James wouldn't notice. You can never go wrong with Oreos, though. Dipped in milk, they're good. She smiled. She liked hers with clotted cream, actually. She sat back on her heels again, and watched as James cleaned the aforementioned part. 

Can you grab a spacer for me. Behind you, third draw set down, my far right, 8mm?...So far I'm enjoying it, odd as that may sound. Okay we've had a supprise or two, first with the guests we encountered at the outpost and then the first few off world missions have had mixed results. But we're exploring another galaxy. That never gets old! It takes a while to get used to but there's nothing better in my opinion. She found the round ring he requested, and handed it over as she listened. 

That is true...I am actually finding it to my liking, as well... She smiled. SHe hadn't wanted to; she'd wanted to remain skeptical and naysaying. But it was growing on her, as were the people. 

Telions alright, he's got the usual flyboy chip on his sholder, might be okay if you can get past that. Porckue Skala shes quite understated but shes stable, she listens, shes balanced, shes fair, good person to know. Major Andre as well, stargate veteran, not had the easist of times with the program, but shes gor time for most people as long as you don't come at her with an attitude. Lieutenant Law as well another understated but very likeable officer, if your around her on any sort of mission she'll look out for you. Doc Pratt seems alright but don't know enough about him yet, he's open minded enough which is a good thing in some cases. She chuckled. 

Not a fan of the flyboys, are you?! He's lovely, though. I know Fiala; she's nice. More like a mum, though. I just met the Major-she seems friendly...Law frightens me, though. I think because of her demeanor. Pratt is a personal hero; I Read his work at Uni. I tried not to melt when I first spotted him. Kind of like how a teenaged girl might faint if her favorite band member smiled at her. I dunno. Did you serve with them all before?? I feel so out of place sometimes-so new. She wondered what the next step was....

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As Fee talked about here family the similaritys of taking a step away from the norm, in and in a very real sense right now taking a step into the unknown, stuck out, a point in common they both had. A good a base as any to build on.  

He nodded appreciatively also when Fee ran down here top the snack list, and was that a hint of scarlet on her cheeks when she mentioned Telion, it might just have been then again that was not an issue he was going to go near. None of his business.   

He caught on to her mention of a well know snack item was however and made a face. "Hmm I'm not so sure about them, the cream centers not bad I always found the biscuit a bit to dry even when half drowned in a glass of milk." His shaping and triming of the spacer and seal were complete. He gave the component a sharp blow of air just to be sure all the excess was off. He noted that Fee didn't seem quite so nervy at the moment, at keast not as much as at the briefing at the SGC, which already felt like a lifetime away.  

Calmara listened as Fee gave her oppinions on the people hed recommend, chuckling a little at her honesty about the firsr meeting with Doc Pratt. "Well I have to say you kept youself very composed or seemed to at least. So very well done Fee. As for pilots its....well.....I was ground crew, the dislike is more of a runing joke these days than an actual fued. Aside from Doc Pratt I served with them all in the past. We had some good times as well as some hard times. Same'll be true here, we'll have our good days but there's probably some tough times ahead. Like I said I served with a few before and we came through, and hopfuly better able to deal with whatever comes next." Calmara recounted honestly, he was never one for sugar coating things especially when the risks were very real. He hoped it wasn't to honest and put the red-head on the back foot in terms of confidence about what they were doing out here. "And your not out of place here, you got on with working with the outposts computer network good, this place needs techs like me and you otherwise nothing works, trust your team whoever thay happen to be. That's what'll get you through.

Slipping back to repair mode he looked around at the components. "Now the really fun part. Time to put it all back together, run another diagnostic, and then go for another start up. I could still use a hand if your willing?" The engineer asked, hoping for her help, as well as a chance to get to know Fee a little more.  

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The two were falling into an easy conversation. She felt that maybe they shared a simliar life story or something-he really seemed to understand the things she was talking about...even, in a way, more than Koren. Or perhaps because they were both technical, "nerds" some might say. Whatever the reason, she was enjoying herself. The only other person she could discuss cookies with, on a serious note, was Liam. 

Hmm I'm not so sure about them, the cream centers not bad I always found the biscuit a bit to dry even when half drowned in a glass of milk. She giggled. 

Try it with cocoa. My brother likes it like that. He says it makes the chocolate in both more chocolatey. I think he's just being a pisser, though. She smiled, and replaced a piece she'd been fiddling with perfectly back in James's row he had spread out. She glanced around at the hangar. She'd been thinking of asking Koren for a tour. 

Well I have to say you kept youself very composed or seemed to at least. So very well done Fee. As for pilots its....well.....I was ground crew, the dislike is more of a runing joke these days than an actual fued. Aside from Doc Pratt I served with them all in the past. We had some good times as well as some hard times. Same'll be true here, we'll have our good days but there's probably some tough times ahead. Like I said I served with a few before and we came through, and hopfuly better able to deal with whatever comes next. She nodded once, firmly. 

Thanks...I think I understand what you mean about the pilots and the mechanics. It's a bit like me, I suppose. The IT girl is picked on and made fun of, but once your computer breaks, I am the bees knees. It's a bit maddening, actually...so are all missions this exciting first thing? I feel like we didn't even have time to get our bearings. It was tough that first day or so. Plus, she had lost her cool, and almost her mind. She was still a bit bothered by her own behavior. 

And your not out of place here, you got on with working with the outposts computer network good, this place needs techs like me and you otherwise nothing works, trust your team whoever thay happen to be. That's what'll get you through. She smiled. Isn't that Koren had said?!

I know. Thanks, it's nice to hear it. And you do good work, from what I can tell. I don't really know what you do, exactly, but I know a few of the flyboys who'd be lost without you. She stood to follow him, nodding when he asked for her help. 

Now the really fun part. Time to put it all back together, run another diagnostic, and then go for another start up. I could still use a hand if your willing? 
She smiled, and nodded. 

Sure. I don't mind. I don't have anything else to do; I was just looking for a quiet place to hide, and think. But this is fun. What do you need me to do?? 

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[James Calmara]

Hanger
Outpost
P-0967

The joys of talking of random things such as which cookies were best and which combination worked best ans the like. The most ordinary of chats in a slightly extraordinary place. "I will give that little comb a go. Let you know what I think." He answered with a little grin, he was sure hed packed some with the stuff he'd taken across to this place. If all else failed there was the ration kits, some had coco, the suger content was supprisigly useful in extreme situations.  

He nodded along with Fee's view point as far as 'some peoples' hierarchy as far as impotance based on job title. Thankfuly there was a lot less of the in the stargate program. The realization that everyone was at the same level of risk kind of put most on an even footing. Speeking of risk. "Actually we got a little bit lucky, from the storys of those who were there and mission reports the last few expeditions first time out tended to involve an attack of some sort on the base itself. At least we were just dealing with tech issues there. Okay 1s contact could have gone better, I kinda wish the galaxys nemesis didn't know we were here, but then likely we wouldnt know what enemy forces are out there. But thays done, take any lessons and move on."

  "I think I have a technical drawing around here some where."[/b] Calmara stated with a cheery tone, glad Fiona was sticking around a bit longer. "Pulling the A3 draftmans sheet from the workbench, or at least whay Calmara had been using for work bench, spreading it in front of Fiona. "If we build up this bit first and  then build thay around it, now if you take this and build it up." He pointed to both the section on the diagram and the area whwre the parts were laid out neatly and grouped together. "I'll work up this part and then we can slot them together. Tool stack is there for whatever tou need." He said finaly with a grin as the engineer shuffled down a little and syarted matching parts together. "You had a team assignment and your own task if I recall, how did you find your first exploritory trip though the gate?" He asked as they worked interested to see how she was settling to that part of the job.  

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Fiona was surprised that she found company with Sgt. Calmara. She was slowly realizing that perhaps Koren had been right-she was perfectly safe here, at least on this base that would be their home for the time being. The men and women had been carefully selected, and she knew parts of their records-the parts that she needed to know, that is, to keep personal information private, so very basic things-name, rank, serial number, and service record. She also had access to each one's comm records if she were ever so inclined to see them. She didn't spy, though-it didn't feel right, and besides, she'd dislke it if people really knew the things she looked up. 

She smiled when James seemed interested in her double-chocolate Oreo experiment. Or rather, Liam's. The sugar content made her shudder. 

I will give that little comb a go. Let you know what I think. SHe nodded. 

Great. I will then pass it on to Liam. I have a feeling he's trying to convert the world to double chocolate Oreos. Siblings are a pain-but we're far enough apart in age that I think we're closer than most. You might have missed out on some things, James, but let me tell you-be grateful that you didn't have some meddling little person digging through your things and asking you incessent questions. I was 16 when he was born, about to graduate High School. I think people, at first, thought he was MY child instead of me brother. Honestly, though, I don't think me dad and Syd-that's my stepmum-had intended to have a child. He surprised us all. She laughed when she thought of it. She had gone off her knob for a few days, yelling that her father was too old and kind of a crappy father the first time, so why did he think he could do it again? At least Liam had the benefit of TWO parents. She did, eventually, get over it, and now she was glad that Liam was here. 

Actually we got a little bit lucky, from the storys of those who were there and mission reports the last few expeditions first time out tended to involve an attack of some sort on the base itself. At least we were just dealing with tech issues there. Okay 1s contact could have gone better, I kinda wish the galaxys nemesis didn't know we were here, but then likely we wouldnt know what enemy forces are out there. But thays done, take any lessons and move on. SHe nodded. 

Still...CATS. It's still a bit tough to wrap my head around. Have you seen other species?! Yes, first contact COULD have gone better...She blushed crimson as she recalled her part in that. She wished she could take it back. But she could not, and the only excuse she had ws that she was VERY upset and VERY exhausted. Koren says that I have a good instinct, and my instinct says that the Charters and even that Makes woman will be very useful allies, and we do best to be as friendly as possible. She looked him in the eye as she said this. SHe never much shared her personal input on the job, but she felt very certain of this...much like when she was encouraging Koren to do the right thing. 

think I have a technical drawing around here some where...If we build up this bit first and then build thay around it, now if you take this and build it up. 'll work up this part and then we can slot them together. Tool stack is there for whatever tou need. She pushed her glasses further up her nose, and looked carefully at the draft sheet. It was fairly straightforward, and she nodded, picking up a couple of nearby parts-one for each hand-and examined them, looking to see if they'd fit together. It was like working a puzzle, and, pretty soon, she'd be in her zone, where the brain work happened and all else was thrown to the wind. Machines and engines and small parts were her Kryptonite and right now, she was Clark Kent, but about to become the Batman...well, Batgirl. 

Got it... She replaced the part in her left hand, and found another, finally figuring out which she'd need. The two worked in silence for a moment, the pace steady and the silence that of two people working for a common goal. Finally, James raised his head, and addressed her. 

You had a team assignment and your own task if I recall, how did you find your first exploritory trip though the gate? She startled a bit, but nodded. 

THe actual passage itself was unremarkable, I must say. I am not sure what I was expecting-I suppose more like a true rocket launching, I suppose. But the mission itself...going well, surprisingly. I find that my tasks are far eaiser than expected, but more than that-for once ina long while, I feel like I am serving a PURPOSE. 

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[James Calmara]

Finding the components and piecing them back together was a lot easier when the disassembly had been done by him in the first place. Fionas exclamation about the origins of their new alies was a little amusing. "It only gets stranger from here on out. Met a few odd ones, replitian-types, a half-dolphin/half-mammal species, and one that were completely covered up with a heavy cloak and face mask. They're bipedal that we know but whats underneath,  well maybe in another couple of years they'll trust is enough to let us see." He responded and couldn't help but grin as he listed the species he had encountered personally, there were quite a few more he had heard about from mess hall chats.  

He frowned a little at the mention of Aear and Makes, although the source was more a personal issue than anything else, he saw in them an air of superiority that he didn't like. "The Lieutenant makes a fair point, never ignore your instincts, even if everyone else does. As for the pair in question they sure could be useful alies, most species that don't come out shooting are decent peoples...... The engineer trailed off to a pause, but continued working. He was weighing up if admitting his personal views on the pair was a good idea, deciding against it and just took the point she was making. "But your right its up to each of us to make it work. Point taken."

He was just about at the tightening up phase when Fiona, touched on the subject of being a part of something that meant something, he nodded and grinned. "I know exactly what you meen. Thats what this program does to you. Takes reality and then blows it wide open, wait until you start going through the gate with a team, scary as h3ll the first few times but the feeling of belonging to a team is like no other." Calmara had fond memories of his time with each team he'd been apart of.

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Fiona worked steadily, finding the route task to her liking. She found a sense of peace and well-being when things were well organized, and apparently, that extended to airplane parts. She was snapping two pieces together, grinning at the satisfactory "CLICK!" when they secured properly. 

It only gets stranger from here on out. Met a few odd ones, replitian-types, a half-dolphin/half-mammal species, and one that were completely covered up with a heavy cloak and face mask. They're bipedal that we know but whats underneath, well maybe in another couple of years they'll trust is enough to let us see... Fee dropped the part in her hand, and stared at James. 

Are you serious?! And there are humans still in contact?! How many missions does Stargate run at once? It seems like such a holy show to do just ONE... Now she was gobsmacked. She picked up the next set, discarding one and picking up another until she found the next match. She was almost done with the pile, as was James with his. 

The Lieutenant makes a fair point, never ignore your instincts, even if everyone else does. As for the pair in question they sure could be useful alies, most species that don't come out shooting are decent peoples......But your right its up to each of us to make it work. Point taken. She gave him a LOOK. 

That makes them better than US, if you ask me. Look, I understand that you have training and protocols, but what happens when the right thing to do goes against those rules and training? She waited for his answer. She had prompted Koren to make the correct, human choice, but if it had truly come down to disobeying orders, she wasn't sure she'd have had the same success. 

I know exactly what you meen. Thats what this program does to you. Takes reality and then blows it wide open, wait until you start going through the gate with a team, scary as h3ll the first few times but the feeling of belonging to a team is like no other... She grinned, and let him finish up whatever was next with the parts they'd assembled. 

...a team? She inquired after a short pause. Like, split up?! And um, I don't really do well working with others...I have poor people skills. I do OK one to one, but add a third person, and it's all bollocked up.She sighed. She wasn't sure she was too happy about being separated from people she'd taken time to get to know. It was a task that was simply not easy for her, and making NEW friends wasn't a task she was sure she could handle. 

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