[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

 

1204
Hilltop
M-4578

Even as he lead the team away from the gate and towards what appeared to be thinning out forest or whatever was left of it before James voiced out his opinion from his own experience during is time on Delta. Which still by the way seemed surreal to him. Another galaxy that was explored by Earth. He tired not to laugh in amusement at the way James agreed not to be told twice. His previous CO, must have been a heck of man and that was the last thing he wanted on his mind.

At the words of his XO, he changed directions. Before coming to stop on the edge of the brow that dipped a good, few feet, motioning for Angler and Stoneham to keep going, the only two left were the good doctor and Calmara, "Mind the feet, Doc," he advised in his Boston accent that was mixed with southern, "and stay out of sight."

Covering his team as he watched his line of sight from his two O'clock, noting his team down safely, he slide in time to avoid being detected as he went from the out of visual line toward his team. Shaking his head from the settling dust, he looked at Stoneham, "Get the heck out of here and report us the updates on that damn gate....activity," he wasn't even sure if he was doing anything right. From the pan into the fire was not what he was hoping for. In fact he had no idea what to expect when he gated out.

Tag: Gabriel Stoneham

Hiding from the line of view, hopefully, as the footsteps stopped just right above, "FIND THEM," a voice bellowed out, "AND ALIVE. No one transpasses and lives. If they aren't found," the owner of the voice seemed very impatient at best, "place a bounty on their heads. I want them alive at any cost."

1215- 1230
Brow
M-4578

Certain that the coast was clear after waiting for sometime, Bobby looked at the face, "What part of diplomatic expedition was thrown out of the window just now?" It was a diplomatic visit, right? He wondered to himself. For all he knew, someone could have fooled him on that part. And just how they were going to explain this to SGC, was beyond him. He wasn't even going to being IOA into the mix just yet.

Rubbing his face, he sighed, better yet, what was he suppose to tell the Admiral. Facing the guy didn't suddenly seem appealing just yet.

Tag: James Calmara, Henry Pratt, Vanessa Whitmore

[Henry Pratt]

1230
Brow
M-4578

Only now was the panting archaeologist beginning to get his breath back. While Henry had rowed and played rugby at Oxford, those days of youthful athleticism had been some time ago. He'd like to have thought that he still retaining a level of that fitness, but their recent flight from a hostile alien tribe confirmed that just like his hair, his ability to cover ground swiftly was well and truly a figment of his younger days that had well and truly parted ways.

Between sips from his water bottle he listened to SV-1 discuss the encounter with the local inhabitants. As Captain Oxford had noted, things had certainly not gone to plan. "Its possible that they though we were desecrating the shrine we spotted near the Stargate," Henry suggested. The locals had adorned themselves with religious iconography in the form of jewellery and body decorations, suggesting that their deities formed a central element of their culture. "Perhaps we could make an offering?" Precious gems or rare metals would have been preferred, but it was also likely that food or a 'magical' piece of technology the locals hadn't seen, such as matches or a mirror, would suffice.

Then again, it was also very likely that the damage had already been done, and that the locals wouldn't stop until Doctor Pratt and the team had been driven from these lands, dead or alive.

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[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1230-1235
Brow
M-4578

Inhaling he looked at the edge that they all had slide down from and found his lungs panting for air; and realised that he was not fit to the standards that were required being super active. He wasn't lazy either. Gradually. he would pick up pace on this and he prayed it better be fast. Shook his head again as he ran his fingers through his hair then scowled as the dust and sand clouded his vision. Waving that away, he faced James, then looked at Henry as the man spoke and nodded in agreement on the first part. Second one, he knew came too late, they had a price on their heads. That was not done.

Pulling out his canteen, "I think..." he took a sip, fought for breath again, "It might be a little late for the offering. Perhaps we might get a bit more better idea on how this guy works, before we come waving the white flag of surrender. You know, give him time to cool off and that all jazz." They might need to work on their own strategies a bit more too.

Stoneham's update caused him to flinch. A guarded gate was no going to do them any good. Looks like they just might have to wait it out at the most. Sighing, he eyed his men, "I think it be better if we got ourselves somewhere that was less open." Maybe a cave if they could find.

1620
cave
M-4578

After finding a cave like area to hide in SV-1 plus one rode out the men one patrol till dusk began to fall. All in all the mission had been a dud. Stoneham had arrived few minutes after they all had secured the area, then had taken turns to keep an eye on the gate that was guarded. Finally the chance to get of the planet as the number of guards thinned out. "Calmara, dial that...thing." He pointed to the DHD, as he used the zat he had on the guards. While Angler and Stoneham watched their backs.

Tag, James Calmara, Henry Pratt, Gabriel Stoneham, Vanessa Whitmore

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