[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1456
Admiral Oxford's Office

He rubbed his face after looking over the files and whatnot that was around. Then his eyes traveled at the new shrink they had. Easy on the eyes, Bobby mused, and slightly crazy if the stories he had heard from Travis were anything to go by. Image of her chasing Travis down the halls of Delta was quite funny. But then that brought him to right where they were, getting briefed over a patient of hers. Not being a desk jockey happy, Bobby tired not to worm his way out of the office. He wasn't really one of the best people to be running a base. He had been doing just that, for the past month since USS Shiva had not been heard from.

Not knowing the fate of the crew and his brothers was going drive him bonkers. For the past few days Doctor Collins had been pestering him to give the people some statues. But there was no way Bobby was willing to stamp them on MIA just yet. If he did he knew it won't be long that it would be replaced with a KIA. Just the idea of MIA made him sick. Bobby didn't know if he could actually do it. Worse there was no one higher than him to oversee the running of the base. SV-2 had been temporary given the "flagship" statues till such time he was sitting in this seat.

"Captain, are you even listening?" a very annoyed Vanessa spoke in a warning, her eyes clearly were daring him to say something stupid. In face she was expecting him to do so. From her observation over the past few weeks. Robert was actually having a little hard time dealing with being a CO and struggling with whole MIA is Shiva. For someone who didn't know him, he more came across as someone who was afraid.

"No," he admitted frankly, and saw Vanessa raise an eyebrow, "Doc, all this babble bores me. Now if you have something are more better, I'm all ears."

Oh, how she wanted to throw a book at him if she could. Frank and Troy didn't have the guts to speak to her like this, not unless they wanted reviews done, "Captain," she repeated his rank firmly, "I don't have to remind you that you are the commanding officer as this stage; whether you like it or not. So you are going to have to learn to deal with all different levels, including this. If you don't like it, do you mind swapping?"

Bobby threw her a daggered glare, "I don't need a reminder, but thank you for being my talking diary,"

With a huff, Vanessa picked up the files and was out the door in a heartbeat. Seeing Calmara down the hall, "You better stop me from shooting this man," she did all but declared, "Or I'm going to glue him to my couch." A session with her just might get him to think twice, before he yapped.

Tag: Lequana Ka'ti of Partho, James Calmara, Liam Kelly, Blake Warren

[Blake Warren]

1456
Anthropology/Archaelogy/Linguistics Laboratory Area

Blake checked his reference texts as he continued to work at a more in-depth translation of the device from Yalta's inscriptions. If he just keep focused on work, he didn't have to think about it.

About the half-written letter to Anna and Kelly he'd shoved in the one of the small Ancient desk drawers. About how pretty much everything back on Earth was in Steve's name. He shoved the book away and looked at the picture on his desk.

From the first military ball Steve had been free to take him to, the winter after repeal. One in perfect Marine dress uniform, the other in his best tux. The deep sigh of frustration caught the attention of the other scientist in the lab.

"You oka-, never mind, Blake, that's a really stupid question, I know. Sorry." Dr. Emma Forest, another linguist, looked away quickly as Blake looked at her.

"It's okay, Em. I just, God, I've been afraid of something like this for years. And Steve's out there somewhere and I can't do a damn thing about it, we don't have enough friends to try to figure out anything yet!"

"They'll find their way back, or we'll find them. Because that's the way we do things. What about those aliens the crew met on the way here?"

"We sent a message to the Lyrians, but of course everybody they know of the expedition is missing, so they weren't very forthcoming to people they don't know at all. Though apparently, they liked Steve and knew way too much about both of us." Blake paced the lab.

Emma shrugged. "Major Hamrick's report kind of said they were mind readers, Blake."

He headed for the door. "I'm headed up to the control room, I just need to clear my head, maybe something's come in."

[James Calmara]

1456
Admiral Oxford's Office

Striding, for him, a well worn path to the base office's, James Calmara was quite heavily ladened on this trip with a box file, a document file and his tablet tucked under one arm. Some of which were the administration for the technical aspects of the expedition with one being a new search theory.

He started to grin when he spotted Dr Collins heading the other way, but held of at her expression, that and the comment she tossed his way we're an indication of his and for the moment the expeditions CO's current mood. "He's taking 'couldn't care less' to new and even more difficult lows today, I take it?"

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"I get a very strong sense with Cap Oxford that family is everything, and the Shiva went missing with his big brother and cousin on board. He was Coastguard, he's familiar with 'standard' search and rescue and that they have time limits." He paused and let put a snort of laughter at an ironic thought. "But you know this already. I don't think he's quite grasped that, even when things get tough we carry on through, we find solutions, we find our missing." He sighed and shrugged. "It determined face and teach lesson time i think, I'll get through to him. Wish me luck."

Leaving the Doctor he continued on his way, rounding into an office he tapped on the doorframe before walking straight in. "Cap'n couple of admin things I need you to look at, your signature is all's needed I took care of the details. A side note i met Dr Collins coming the other way, there were threats to glue you to her couch issued, you Oxford have a knack of getting to that side of her, oh I have a search pattern I'd like you to look at, see what sticks." He stated in his usual bold and straightforward manner, he wasn't for the soft approach most days and definitely not today.

Tag: Lequana Ka'ti of Partho, Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr, Liam Kelly, Blake Warren

[Blake Warren]

1457
Admiral's Office

Blake stepped out of the transporter and managed to just hear the voice of Calmara and he thought that of the mission psychologist?

He scrubbed at his face and tried to flatten his hair some as he veered away from the Vedas gate to head up the steps to the control room. Chief Calmara was at the office Captain Oxford had moved into, for what had to be temporary. Blake wouldn't accept anything else.

He stopped at the top step and waved awkwardly to Calmara.

[Vanessa Collins]

1456
Admiral Oxford's Office

She had worked along side with James long enough to know better. She could leave Robert Oxford in his capable hands before she dragged him to her couch. She bit her lip to stop herself from ranting again. New lows, that all depended on the type of lows in ones view. Difficult, yep. That was something Vanessa could agree with a nod, "Throwing a book at hm is more appealing. He's bringing it down to new lows everyday. This is not what I expect from a Expedition's XO."

If he kept going this way. Robert would leave her no choice but to make him step down on medical grounds; even if she had to pull a reason out her butt to make it happen. She had done it before and was more than happy to do it again. Tapping her foot, "Yes," she agreed, "his family is his lifeline. It's kind of interesting how three of them actually gel together. It's not something I expected out Travis of all people." He had given a impression that his family was full of clowns like he was. But to see different personalities, was just shocking.

She was well versed with the Robert's file. A member of the Coast Guards from his mid twenties, a graduated from the USCG academy, with many search and rescues under his belt. He was a man one didn't mess with. "He has a grasp of what he needs to do quite well. In fact I wont undermine that, James; but he can't bring himself to do it. That pi$$es him off. It's not easy to stamp a family member MIA fully knowing that KIA statues upgrade is around the corner." A similar struggle she had seen on Jerry Garcia's face when his new wife had been missing. There had been days many thought, she had been KIA. But Garrett returning with Logan had proved them all wrong.

"See what you can do, if you or he needs me, I'll be in my office." With a nod, she headed towards the med area where her office was.

Tag: Lequana Ka'ti of Partho, James Calmara, Liam Kelly, Blake Warren

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1456
Admiral Oxford's Office

Watching her leave he got up and shut the door, next person who came would end up getting a raw deal of the bargain. What part of the 'bore' Collins didn't get? What part of listening to this he didn't want to listen? He hoped that people didn't get a wrong idea about him. He cared, but unless he sough out the reason of someone's behavior, he did not want to know too much in detail like she had been giving. While he was glad she was approachable, she was also scary with that glare she threw every now and then. It was a wonder how she ended up as a Chief Psychologist. Then again he didn't doubt her knowledge.

In fact, he ran his fingers thought his hair and looked at the gate, she out kick out him of this very office and take over. That itself was going to be embarrassing. With a sigh he took a seat again and focus in the mile high paperwork he was dying to get away from. Gazing at it wit ha disdain he moved to pour coffee, at least what was passed for coffee these days. Sipping the dark liquid he ignored the desk. In the midst of all this he was trying to find some sanity. It hasn't been easy to hear the words that USS Shiva had been MIA and not have his world almost collapse around him. Coming here with Matt had been a risk; one he was well aware of. At least he had been there to watch his cousin's back. That was a comfort.

Moving to sip again, he heard the knock and kept his teeth from gritting, hearing Calamra's voice Bobby didn't bother turning and facing the man. He almost scoffed at the idea of reading and signing more papers, "Leave them be," he spoke, "I'll look over then and sign them."

Eventually.

He laughed at the idea of getting the sexy shrink after him, "Is that so?" his features were near amusement, but not fully there, when he twirled on his feet to see the SGC Vet, "Calmara, let me know when she spills her plans. And do humor me on the 'how' part."

The search patterns caught his attention, kicking his brain into gear, "Let me see those." Paper work could go to Netu for all he cared. Finding the ship and it's crew was of importance over whatever James needed his signature on.

Tag: Lequana Ka'ti of Partho, James Calmara, Liam Kelly, Blake Warren

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1456
Admiral Oxford's Office

Fiala had spent most of the morning going over the security details with one of the First Lieutenants, given a helping hand to lower there response times down and preparing for a mock attack among the corridors. The morning had gone well but by 11 hundred hours the careless mistakes started to happen and the mock attack that was due near the end of the day was beginning to look like a disaster waiting to happen.

Fiala's temper seem to boil higher with every drill, she slammed the button with only short of breaking it and yelling down through the teams ears " Team five, What the hell happened. You went from having the fastest response time to a sail run and not even reaching your target. Explain." Fiala waited on a reply to which she got none. She could see there life signs were saying they were fine, unlike the last runs, this time they had taken the wrong turn and god knows were they taught they were going. " Team 5 response now." The anger in her tone increased at the idea of been ignored.


" Skala from team five, We kind of..."Fiala knew the answer even do he only stopped half way, the map showed they had went to the wrong location. The second thing that annoyed her was that he left out her rank. She replied with a voice that demanded respect.

" OK do to five's KIND A going to the wrong location, the enemy has gain a foot hold on the east side. The result is a battle that is taken out more than half the security teams and base members in the next few hours. We can't afford mistakes, we will do this over again and again till we get this right. All teams take half and we'll try this again. Fiala put her hand to the back of her neck and shuck her head in disappointment. Turning to the First Lieutenant who was sitting down she spoke in a more relaxed tone. " Even with there mistakes they have improved, OK when there back online send them out to find the wolf among the sheep. Private Chung normal does a few laps around this time, send them to start of with him with the usually time limit." With a nod from the First Lieutenant Fiala approached commutation desk.

Fiala looked logs over hoping that there had been even a glimpse of hope. Fiala had full fate in Oxford"s commands and yet she was beginning to have her doubt he was making the right choice by not placing them down as MIA. It was that moment she decided to get some water. On her way back to the First Lieutenant she stopped up from Oxford's new office watching the soap opera unfold.


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[Blake Warren]

1457
Admiral Oxford's Office/Control Room

Blake looked to Fiala when she walked in, and he recognized that look.

He'd seen it on Steve after a long day with a dumb new tech, or himself with a classful of equally dumb undergrads. "Long day, Lieutenant? I'm sure your security people will get better with practice. I was just coming up to see if we'd heard anything, maybe they've been able to find a planet with a gate?"

Because the missing had to find their way back, anything else was not an option.

[James Calmara]

1437
Admiral Oxfords Office


Just before entering the office, Calmara caught sight of Blake giving him a slight wave, which he returned along with a beckon to follow him in.

Inside the predictable happened, the paper work was pushed to one side and the prospect of rescue seized on. Taking a seat the engineer spread both the document file and his tablet in front of Bobby. "Well the idea is based on a feature of the gate, it's auto update feature, which in the past has been used to dial multiple gates at the same time, combined with our advances in subspace radio, have me an idea."

Bringing up a image of a representation of the galaxy with themselves and four other 'dots' highlighted. "We send teams to each of these. Which we believe to be the outermost accessable world's, modify the auto dialer to dial a string of gates from the outer edge to us. Every four hours dial and transmit a brief IFF call on a loop that is forwarded and transmitted by each gate in the sequence, for twenty eight minutes, the range our transmitters have increase the liklihood of reaching a stranded ship."

"At the risk of a small in the mouth, have you altered their status yet? Has that ship and crew been declared MIA? " Calmara asked bluntly, knowing the issue had to be meet and dealt with.

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[Blake Warren]

1457
Admiral's Office

Blake followed Chief Calmara in as he explained his plan. It definitely sounded very good and possible, even if tech wasn't Blake's strong point.

But then he brought up that thorny point. Blake jammed his hands on his hips and his speech slipped south of the Mason-Dixon line. "We're-a gonna find them, Chief. MIA is all but admitting they're gone for good, and I ain't abiding that."

No. He refused to acknowledge that ultimate image, the sound of guns and a small cluster of folding chairs, seated with Anna and Kelly. It was not going to happen. He crossed his arms and tried to look belligerent.

His success was debatable.

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1437
Admiral Oxfords Office

The gate could do what?

Did he heard it right that they had the ability to dial multiple gates at once? Heck he had no idea that the gate was actually capable of achieving this or rather it was a feature used. At times like this it wa a blessing that they could quickly expand the search radius and cover more of the galaxies section. When he realised that his brain was over working on a plan, he forced himself to slow down. Doing to much too fast was likely to fail on them. And Robert Oxford wasn't the one to sit and twiddle his thumb, not when his brothers and sisters in arms were missing.

Even two of them were related to him by blood. That wasn't the point right now. Even if he had to go without sleep; trying to find them, people could bet on their jello that he would. He had flown in the middle of a war zone getting people out who required medical care; urgently. Space couldn't be all that different.

"Calmara," his voiced was showing the strains and the frustration of a helpless man, "Just lay your idea out on the table." Hearing the man out, "You took this long to bring this to my attention cos?"

At the question about the status, his fingers gripped the mug in his hand tightly till his knuckles when white, he forced his teeth not to grit again. Warning James that he was about to play with fire, yet Fiala and Blake's presences had him reconsider that route, "All but officially," no one would let him down if he didn't do it. He didn't want to consider the worst case, "THAT ship has a name," he glared hotly at James; if the man wasn't Trav's most trusted sidekick, Bobby would have throw the man out the office in heart beat, "Those who we all care about the most are on THAT ship. Do you think it's easy to stamp it MIA. Tell me, would you have easily told Loveridge that Travis was MIA at anytime? And would he easily sign these papers?"

The mug went on the table with a loud thud, "I don't have one angle to look at, but every single angle. I have two sister-in-laws and four children to answer to." Not to mention his uncle; a former Naval Vice Admiral as well. Telling him that he lost two of his sons was something he was praying that it didn't come to. Bobby could even see the shattered expression and found a chill run down his spine, "Then there are families of everyone on that ship to face. If you have the guts to face them, I will damn upgrade it to MIA." He knew KIA won't be far off.

There was a weak knock on the door, Rob lifted his head to see who it was, seeing a tech, "Sir, a beacon has gone off on the other side of the planet. We aren't exactly sure what triggered it off."

Now? He wanted to groan, "Alright," he ran his fingers, "give us five." A little more calmer, he turned away, he hadn't intended to blow up, but he wasn't known for having a cool head most of the time; he could keep a cool head under pressure, depending on the situation. Hopefully Travis had given James a heads up on what happens when one messed with Robert Oxford Jr.

Tag: Lequana Ka'ti of Partho, James Calmara, Liam Kelly, Blake Warren

((Methinks someone needs to spike Bobby's coffee to help calm him down.

And who let him go wordy?))

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1437
Admiral Oxfords Office

Fiala slow moved towards Oxford's office door taking in all he had to say and she could see the frustration build up in side Oxford. She could understand why he felt so angry, nothing worse than losing a family member and even more with the idea you could of done something to change it. When he released his rage on to a fallow member of the team, that placed her in the frame to do something before he got out of hand. She took a step in and leaned back against the wall locking her eyes on Oxford.

" Calmara, check it out and take Mr Warren with you. Me and the commander will be right with you." Her eyes stayed on Oxford as she waited for the two to leave, what she was about to say she wouldn't say in front of them, not wanting to make Oxford look weak and as a sign of respect.

When they finally left she closed the door over, still leaning against the wall she waited a few seconds letting the silence take hold and than she finally spoke.

" Your going to hear me out, I'm not asking, cause I'm beginning to get more than just ..."Fiala found herself pausing trying to find a cleaner word." ...you get the point. Calmara comes up with an idea and you rip his head, " The announces in her voice increased as she continued, " We have been working are ass off, a lot working till they fall asleep just for a hint of what happened to the Shiva and here you are sitting in your brothers office taking it out on anyone who enters. Yes your brothers, cause I know for a fact as long as you think he's still alive it'll never be your command and as long as you don't think its your command is another day we are with out a strong leader and that's what we need. A strong leader ." Fiala approached his desk, leaned with her two hands on it and spoke in a more relaxed tone. " Time to pull yourself together and lead. Take a drink, take a nap or what ever. Just cool yourself off and when your ready come out to lead the way your brother would expect you to. I'v always been honest since day one and would still follow you to hell and back. "


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Fiala turned and made her way out hoping her words may of made impact. She had wanted to grill him over the MIA status but they had no time with the beacon. With that she headed towards the main control area towards the rest of the team.

" Enlightenment on are problem with the beacon .,/b] as she spoke she hoped Oxford would be behind her.

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[Blake Warren]

1438
Control Room

Blake still felt too keyed up to say anything, so he didn't object to Skala ignoring his title as he walked out of the office toward the tech who had spoken.

The screen had information scrolling down it, but part had automatically translated and part hadn't. The untranslated part, Blake read through it and re-read it again, double checking the verbs to ensure he was right before saying anything. 'लोकेटर बीकन सक्रिय.'

Oh yeah, this was a problem. He looked at Calmara. "It says, 'Lōkēṭara bīkana sakriya.' That means 'Locator beacon activated.' Over here there's approximate location coordinates, without a point of reference it's hard to tell but I figure Vedas's computers are detecting it . . . on the other side of the planet."

'Great.' His face showed exactly what he was thinking.

[James Calmara]

1438
Control Room

Calmara was a little supprised at the intensity of the blow up in front of him, his first day on the base had given him an insight in to the guys protective instinct when it came to his family, as had further conversations with him and then with Travis in the short period he was on the expeditions base of operations.

He was about to respond with an objection and a personal experience of MIA when he was asked to step out by the teams other officer, he shrugged and turned for the door, just before he left added. "Sir, I never uttered or inference or implied that action would be easy, just that it needed to be done." He gave Fiala a sideways glance as he passed. "He's all yours."

Standing back slightly the engineers eyes roved from screen to screen, the screen with scrolling script was the main focus, determining what was making a fuss. Dr Warren's supprisingly quick translation told him that it was, as the doctor also suggested, likely to be a long day. He moved to a station to one side. "Yeah we might have to do something about this, I'll get a diagnostic going, see what signal properties this thing has, should help us confirm the location and how far this beacon is hollering." Thanks to a month or so spent on the base, Calmara understood quite a bit of the outposts operating system, although he would never admit to being an expert or anywhere close. He opened up directories and navigated to the correct program and set it rolling, leaning back on his chair, he turned his head to Blake and started to relate the example he was going to use before. "This whole MIA deal, I'm sorry if I came across blunt but it procedure, it does not mean I've given up. Back on Delta my XO was uncounted for after a pitched battle, we searched the planet in question and then the surrounding planets, stargates or not. After six weeks she was declared MIA. We kept searching, put the word out among allies, squeezed informants, followed every lead. Four months later we found her, she had been captive, need a fair amount of rehabilitation and support. She's currently active and serving at Homeworld Command. I'll let you draw your own conclusions based on that."

A flashing indicator on the screen before him caused Calmara to refer to a reference on his tablet, just about the time Fiala appeared. "Something we need to check, a distress beacons gone off and I concur with you Dr Warren it's on the other side of the planet, problem is its not just a local call for help this has a strength of roughly two thirds our subspace transmitters so it's going to a wide area, the plus side is its on a frequency specific to 'friendly' tech, the down side given the state of this galaxy that could now be in unknown or worse enemy hands." Calmara stated in summary, as much as wanted to enact a new search plan this could be a threat, or an opportunity as thoughts of reprogramming this started to creep up in him.

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[Blake Warren]

1439

Control Room



"Considering we don't have any informants or allies or any idea where to look, that doesn't make me feel any better, Chief. We're lookin' at the biggest goddamned haystack posssible, and I'm just, just so damn terrified there's no hope. I, I can't lose Steve. I just can't." Blake focused on the scrolling Ancient and Hindi text to help translate anything Calmara needed to know, while he swallowed. There had to still be hope, even if it was only for a miracle.
If Steve was actually gone, well, Blake knew his teammates should probably take the anthropologist's sidearm.


As Calmara explained the strength of the signal to Skala, Blake read information the beacon was sending back to Vedas. He was half talking to himself as he spotted another word that stuck out. "Jahāja, I think the signal's coming from a ship, Lieutenant."