Homeworld Trial Part 1

[Douglas Stark]

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PAFB
Transport Craft

"No, you're not being punked. If you were, I'm sure MTV or whoever does this pop-culture stuff I never hear about would never hire a real astrophysicist to trick you."
Douglas said to the Staff Sergeant. Truthfully, he had never watched too much MTV, and most of his pop-culture knowledge came from the younger interns back at NASA.
"Anyways, as I said, this stuff isn't B.S. Just think of yourself being inside Star Trek, except for that it's real."

<Tag Anyone>

[Jacek Quirin]

1205
PAFB
Transport Craft

"Yeeah, when I heard about this stuff. I almost thought I was getting played but then they showed me some pictures. Then I asked why me and they said to deal with the myths that the cultures use as there literal lives. I mean the Goauld used Egyptian legends... The guys out in the Delta site are fight Olympians. Who knows what next, Norse Gods? Budda himself? Shiva maybe?" He laughed. "Its crazy, fun, and exciting... Kinda like a fairy tale...."

<Tag Douglas and Anyone>

[Cara Coyle]

1210
PAFB
Privet Jet

The plane had taken off by now and they would have a couple hours before they would land. While everyone had started talking about the Goa'uld and the Stargate, Cara had taken the opportunity to sit back in her seat with her laptop. She studied the information that she went and got from command before she headed off the to plane. They would need more information than which they already received. But she still kept her ears of the conversation. "The Norse turned out to be the good-guys. The Asgard took up Norse personal, such as Thor and Loki. When you think of the Asgard, think of the little green men form Roswell, except their gray and they are our friends." she mentioned offside.

She studied the reports the Homeworld received, learned the location of the hospital, the location of the shooting and a brief description of the tattoo on the Jaffa's forehead,

there had been a brief drawing, perhaps made by a nurse. Cara wasn't too sure about who's symbol it was and command did say in the report. Yet another thing she had to figure out. She shook her head, head would defiantly roll when they got back form their mission.

So instead Cara would turn to the first person that came into her mind that would know about such things. "Astra?" she called from across the plane. "I have a sketch here, do you think you can tell who's symbol this is?"

<<tag Astra, and everyone else>>

[markharris]

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PAFB
Private Jet

All this talk about aliens, both friendly and dangerous, was causing Mark to get anxious. Mark sat down and lowered the table in front of him. He pulled the Glocock from the holster and removed the slug in the chamber. Then he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and produced a stop watch. When he was anxious he needed to do something to keep his mind occupied. He set the stopwatch down on the table, next to the Glock. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he started the stopwatch and began disassembling the handgun. As he finished breaking it down to the basic components, he stopped the watch and checked the time. 32 seconds, damn I know I can do it quicker. He zeroed the watch and restarted it while reassembling the handgun. He kept this up till he had broken it down and reassembled it 5 times, cutting his time down to 24 seconds.

It was then that he noticed he was being watched, It helps me calm down. He said to no one in particular.

<Tag Someone>

[Douglas Stark]

1210
PAFB
Private Jet

He laughed. "Its crazy, fun, and exciting... Kinda like a fairy tale...."

"Fairy tales, eh?" Douglas said. "Seems more like Ender's Game or Starship Troopers to me."
He smiled.
"I'm an astrophysicist, so I have this inclination to be interested in Science Fiction and the like. I tend to be so bored as to point out scientific inaccuracies in what I read and watch." Douglas said, trying to strike up a conversation. "For example, in the Star Wars series, those lasers can't be fired in the vacuum of space and lightsabers don't exactly go with the laws of science. Yeah, you can tell that I have a bit too much time on my hands, figuratively speaking. What about you? Why are you here?"

<Tag Jacek, Anyone>

[Shasta "Shazzy" Alexander]

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PAFB
Private Jet

Shasta had been rather quiet during the whole ordeal. She was rather excited about this whole mission and all that jazz. She did notice that a lot of the people here were guys, and Shasta wasn't all that great with them either. They made her a bit nervous, but she never let that showed. She looked around the jet while she focused her attention on some random guy. She quickly got up and quietly took a seat somewhere else.
"It helps me calm down."
Shasta looked to see this guy keep disassembling and assembling the gun, and she was interested.
"That's an interesting way to calm down." Shasta then noted.

<Tag Mark, anyone>

[Astra "As" Owen]

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PAFB
Private Jet

"Yes I am the IOA Rep here."he gave a mock frown. "Now don't take that the bad way. I am just here to make sure everyone does things by the book. Or at least thats what the IOA sent me here to do."

"Sorry, didn't mean to come across that way. Just in the past we haven't had very good dealings with the IOA and I'm personnaly not fond of them. I understand why they are around, but that doesn't mean I have to like them. You're not the sort of person who I thought would be an IOA guy," she admitted.

<<Tag Osborn>>

"I don't think it will develop like that seeing as if we follow the book...some may end up dead."

Astra remained quiet, unsure what to say that. She thought of some of the previous missions she'd been on in the past. She shook her head and brought herself back to the present.

"I have been around for a bit. Mostly working on diplomatic missions in hostile territories. Conflict Mediation is my specialty."

"Sounds interesting," she said quietly. "I mostly work on culutural, history stuff, and languages from friends and allies we've made, well try too. It can depend on the people and how much they're willing to share with you and what you have to offer in return sometimes," she told Osborn.

<<Tag Osborn>>

"I have a sketch here, do you think you can tell who's symbol this is?"

Astra was interrupted by Cara asking her something. Astra turned and faced her boss and accepted the piece of paper with the drawing. She studied it thoughtfully. There was something tugging at the back of her memory of what the symbol could be, but she would have to check her notes to make sure.

"Leave it with me and I'll have a look through my notes," she told Cara.

'Glad I brought that old note book of mine,' she thought.

<<tag Cara>>

[William Osborn]

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PAFB
Private Jet

As he spoke to Astra he noticed she began to calm down from her previous state. He gave a slow nod of interest to what Astras background was and her field of interest. Before he could talk he would notice Cara make her way to the aisle between them. Sitting back he just paid attention to the conversation taking place. Once Cara was gone he looked at the image for a moment then sat back down.
"Well, no rest for the wicked." he smiled as he let his head rest back in the chair. "If you require assistance feel free to ask." with that he closed his eyes and would try to fall asleep.

<TAG>

[Douglas Stark]

1210
PAFB
Private Jet


Douglas stared out the window of the aircraft into the blandness outside. He had been on many plane rides, and by now, it was almost like a routine. Ever since the accident with his family a year ago, he'd been a little apprehensive about planes, but knowing the physics about how they worked and being friends with several aerospace engineers at Lockheed Martin and Boeing, he knew aircraft were built to be safe.

"Hm... I wonder what we'll be doing when we get to Detroit..." Douglas wondered out loud.

<Tag Anyone>

[Drake "Mister" Smith]

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PAFB
Private Jet

Drake heard Stark's question about what they were going to do when they got to Detroit. "Simple Stark" he said with a smile "Investigatethe area, find the alien presence, assess the threat level, take out or neutralize the threat, then come up with a clever cover story to tell the public." Drake had been doing that since he joined the NID but back then it was only NID personal. "So any other questions Doc?" he asked with a sly smile. Drake loved his job even if the money wasn't great.

<Tag Stark>

[Douglas Stark]

1210
PAFB
Private Jet

"Ah." Douglas said. "Seems like you guys do this stuff just like it's part of your daily routine... probably is, anyways."
Stark looked out the aircraft window once again, his mind wondering elsewhere.

"Oh yes, and I don't have any more questions." Douglas replied.

<Tag Smith, Anyone>

[farley]

1210
Cruising Altitude
Private Jet

Farley had a while before they landed. Instead of sharing in the dialogue and conversation, he opened up his laptop computer in front of him. He removed his black dress shoes revealing black socks as he wore most of the time. He was wearing black slacks, black belt with a silver buckle, a grey dress shirt and geometric colored necktie. His black office bag and brown jacket were in the seat beside him.

Once they were at cruising altitude he reclined his seat, leaning back, and crossing his outstretched legs. Resting his elbow on the armrest, he sat back with thick padded headphones over his ears. What he had playing on his notebook was a old television show he was quite fond of; Mission: Impossible. With the entire series saved onto his notebook, he watched his show and munched on snacks until they prepared to land.

<Tag DHS SIU>

[Cara Coyle]

1211
Cruising Altitude
Private Jet

Indeed there was no rest, but Cara was hardly wicked. The department was occupied with something else when this mission call came in, so Cara was left to arrange practically everything. Not on purpose, for she was the one eager to leave sooner than the transport could be provided. So here she was looking up phone numbers in Detroit and making phone calls on the satellite phone. She was arranging things from vehicles to hotel rooms. Cara had moved to the very front of the plane where no one was really sitting, so that she would not disturb anyone that might be taking a nap.

1526
Detroit Metro Airport
Detroit

It was thankful that they were with the government so to speak, having it easy to go though customs with all their 'special baggage'. It was so much easier than having to explain their weaponry. Outside waiting for them were there black Hummer H2 SUVs and one black Mercedes with a driver.

"Alright, Mr. Smith, you'll have to excuse me, I was born and raised on formalities. If you don't like it...tough. I was you to take Lieutenant Connolly, Ms. Alexander and Mr. Stark to the police station. I want you to question the police that are involved in the investigation of the shooting. Gain some insight on the territory.

Astra, I would like for you to take Lieutenant Travers, Mr. Quirin and Mr. Osborne to the hospital, find out what you can and see if we can transfer our patient, if he's still there, to a more secure location.

And finally Sergeant Harris, take Mr. Brawer, Mr. Farley, and Sergeant Calmara to the scene of the crime. Just check things out, and be careful. Use any information Mr. Drake's team can give you while you're there.

We will reconvene at the Marriott near the airport at.." Cara checked her watch, "Let's say 1800...6 o'clock. I'll check us in and arrange other things."

As the others left in their vehicles, Cara headed for the back seat of the car she hied. She hoped no one would ask her why she had hired a driver for herself. She was by herself after all, but she didn't want to admit that she didn't know how to drive.

<let get to it>

[Douglas Stark]

1526
Detroit Metro Airport
Detroit

Douglas sighed as he clutched his briefcase, looking around the area of the airport.
There wasn't much to see, just concrete and drab buildings filled with conservatively dressed people.

Douglas had been to Detroit only once before, and that was only through a Northwest Airlines connection at the International airport.

Douglas looked around to see if anyone needed him.

<Tag Anyone>

[William Osborn]

1526
Detroit Metro Airport
Detroit

After getting the orders he would give a nod and adjust the suitcase he was carrying. Looking over at Travers, Quirin and Astra he pointed out one of the Black H2s for them to go toward. So far so good except for the fact that their leader was using a driver which made it odd but he would just note it and keep it for his report if needed.

Standing outside of the H2 he tossed his case in the back and left it open for the next two to toss things in.
"Travers if you would do the honors of driving. The keys from the look of it are already in the ignition."
<TAG TRAVERS>

Glancing over at Quirin who he did not know anything about.
"Mr. Quirin is it?" he extended his hand to shake it. "William Osborn"
<TAG QUIRIN>

"Mr. Quirin I hope you know how to use a gun because the Jaffa are not the softest of fellows when it comes to combat." he smiled trying to break the seriousness of his words.
His attention would turn to Astra.

"While on our way there we need to come up with some strategy as to what to do when we encounter the Jaffa. It is also likely if he has people watching him that this may turn out to be much harder than anticipated."
<TAG ASTRA>

Taking a seat inside the H2 he reached into the hold and took out a large black case. Inside of it was communications equipment. Small radios connected to ear pieces. Once they began to move he would program them and pass them out.

<TAG>