Homeworld Trial Part 1

[Charlie Vasquez]

0234
Detroit
East Side

It was just after 2am on the east side of Detroit. Some of the clubs were starting to find down and close, and the streets were awash with young, most of which intoxicated. With the promise of after partying until the crack of dawn and making the most of their weekends off, a small percentage were out on the hunt for something to further fuel their party; that little something they couldn't buy over the counter at the club.

Two young women, 21 and 23, approached the dealer. They were old hands at this; with little more than a brief greeting, money was slipped into the dealers hand, who pointed them down the street. He took a look around, and began to move to another location, trying to keep on the move. The girls meanwhile, continued down the street, and a second man street out from the shadows, slipping them a baggie. He disappeared as quickly as he'd appeared, and was off to join his partner at the next location.

That was of course, until a dark sedan speed past. Paying little attention to the vehicle, the man was cut down with automatic weapons fire from the passenger seat as the car sped by. He was dead before he even hit the ground.

An early morning call to 911 from a bystander brought the ambulance from William Beaumont Hospital to the east side of Detroit, to attend an alleged gang related shooting. Upon arrival the paramedic had cut away the man's shirt to examine and treat the gunshot wounds, and were greeted with a strange wound on the victims stomach; a deeply carved X. A gold tattoo on his forehead, seemingly made of solid gold, further added confusion to the situation.

Knowing this was out of their league, the local PD were notified, who informed the FBI. Within hours, a report and travel papers had made their way to the HQ of the Department of Homeworld Security at Peterson Air Force Base, Colorado.

< Tag Cara first, then DHS personnel >

[Cara Coyle]

1104
Flying over Colorado
Earth

Cara was thankful that she hadn’t traveled straight from London. She had spent a few days in Washington D.C. settling a few things with the bosses about her new job. Apparently her experience of being Chief Scientific Advisor only months after completing her doctorate had been quite impressive. And this new job was quite promising, she was really excited about it ever since she found out she was going to be part of it. Ian Wright would take her place as Head of the Science Department, he even earned a place on SD-1. She was so proud of him, he deserved it. Her only regret of leaving the Delta Expedition…was leaving Will. That was the only thing weighing her down. Just the thought of leaving gave her heartache, and it made her realized that she loved him, truly. And being two galaxies apart was not going to break them apart, Cara was determined in that.

Currently, as her plane was flying, nearing Peterson Air Force Base, Cara was finishing up a hand written letter to Will. A supply ship was going to be leaving for the Delian Galaxy in the next day or two so she was fixing up a parcel to send to her boyfriend. What was inside was defiantly going to make the other jealous. It was the running joke on the Delta Site, about the bad coffee. Will was one of the very few to be privileged enough to drink some good coffee from her own stash. Not that she drank the stuff herself, as Cara was a tea drinker. She smiled just thinking about the look on Will’s face when she presented him with some good coffee. It was one of the keys to his heart.

A steward came from the front part of the plane, after speaking to the captain, and neared Cara. ”We will be landing in about 15 minutes Lady Coyle.” She smiled faintly at her formal title, she would have corrected him by asking to be called ‘Cara’ if she thought it would work. But she had used her name to rent the privet jet for the ride over from Washington. She had flown from London to Washington in First Class, only because her own privet jet was not prepared for the long journey. And the less people to deal with, the better. ”Thank you Mr. Edwards.” she told him, and he went off to do other duties. Cara finished up her letter and put it in the box; as well as the coffee were some other things from home Will was probably mission, stuff from good ole’ England. The box was then sealed, and with a black marker she wrote his name on it, including his rank, he would be sure to recognize her handwriting. Once they landed, she would be sure to send it to where the medical supplies would be, that way she was sure that he would get it.

Now that that task was done, Cara moved on to other matters, ones she could not do if she was flying in some first class trip with other people about. She opened up the files she had on her new team members, some of which she already was familiar with. Astra Owen’s file automatically went into the already read pile, as she didn’t really need to read it. She couldn’t wait to meet with her team and for any missions that would come their way. Cara fastened her seat belt when the time came.

The plane landed. Waiting, where some personnel ready to get her luggage and see to her needs. She did enjoy some of the pleasure that went along with the authority she earned. As she stepped off the plane with her parcel in hand, she quickly found someone that was willing to make sure that the parcel got to where it needed to go. The others lead her to where a room was set up for a meeting with the team, reading the files could only go so far, she want to meet them all as soon as she could. No one could blame her for wanting to run a tight ship.

1130
Peterson Air Force Base
Conference Room

Cara was the first to arrive in the Conference Room, which was just as well. It wouldn’t do for her to be late to a meeting she had arranged. Sitting on the edge of one of the tables, Cara waited with anticipation.


(OOC: I thought we could so a little get to know you session…and then we can get the call in the middle of the meeting :BIC)

[James Calmara]

1130
Peterson Air Force Base
Conference Room

Calmara headed over to the conference room coffee cup in hand, dressed in mecanics coveralls, Calmara was none to keen on this asignment, working for a civilian organization was not ideal and was still unsure about its intent, However knowing Dr Coyal was heading up the team, and a number of Delta site personel had been re-asigned made it a little better but not much, But orders are orders Calmara thought to himself.

Calmara Walked in to the conference room, militeraly punctual as ever, "Mornin Dr Coyal, have a nice trip over here?"Calmara greeted.

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[Byron Travers]

Las Vegas Nevada
Two Days ago

Byron had been back at home for a week now after receiving his new assignment from Stargate Command though he was surprised he got the assignment though he only told his parents that he was only going to be home for a week before leaving to another country again but at least he got to spend some time with old friends and family. His father though wasn’t around the whole week only for two of the days that Byron was home he was glad that his son had graduated from the Air Force Academy and now a member, Byron smirked as he herd his father tell someone over the phone one night; only if he really knew what Byron was up to now that would be a story to tell but who would really listen? Byron had brought all his things from the Delta site but didn’t unpack anything because he knew he would just have to pack them up once again. On the second last day before Byron left to go to Colorado Byron and a group of his friends hit the night clubs something that Byron hadn’t done since entering the Stargate Academy though he didn’t feel much at four in the morning when he crawled back into his home. Byron slept all day on his last day in Vegas his hometown something that he hopped would get rid of his hangover before starting his new assignment.

Present Day
1130
Peterson Air Force Base
Conference Room

Sitting back in the helicopter that his father booked for him to fly something that Byron half told him. It took Byron a small white lie to get him to ask no questions for it and that fact also Byron new the pilot quiet well he was one of Byron’s friends. Sitting back to get comfortable Byron waited till they reached their destination he wondered what he would be doing though he guessed that he would discover that soon enough. After getting clearance to land the helicopter soon landed at Peterson Air Force Base on the helipad. Byron climbed out and took his bad out from the helicopter he waved to Luke the pilot and watched him take of and disappear once more. Hanging onto his bag as he entered the Air Force Base Byron looked around though he soon discovered where to go. Upon entering the conference Byron noticed Doctor Coyle who he had worked with once before. “Good morning Doctor Coyle glad that there is some familiar faces here.” Byron explained as he entered the room. Turning towards a man walking in Byron spoke once again. "Hello there I'm Byron Travers." Byron explained to James.

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(OCC: lol I think we posted at the same time James added the last bit)

[William Osborn]

1100
Roads
SGC to Peterson AFB

The black XK sports car roared across the empty paved roads that would lead out of the SGC toward Peterson AFB. Making a few sharp corners he enjoyed the speed and the freedom that driving provided him along these roads. Having just arrived back on Earth, his car had been kept in storage for some time now and needed to be set free. Unlike many in his Diplomatic profession who often took more conservative approaches to their life style, Osborn knew to live everyday to its maximum potential. Spending several years in the British Military and seeing friends die in combat made his convictions true. Watching Peterson come into view he began to slow down as he saw no need to anger the Yanks on his first day to this new job. Coming to the gates he held out his identification badge and gave a nod to the Security Forces Airmen. Moving past the gates he would head to the designated building indicated by his orders.

1130
Peterson AFB
Conference Room

Osborn stepped into the conference room wearing a black business suit with matching black dress shirt. A maroon tie would be the only sign of color on his clothes as he made his way toward one of the empty chairs. Before taking a seat he noticed no familiar faces in the room aside from Dr. Coyle who he recognized from the brief he had been given at the SGC prior to his arrival here. Making eye contact with her he gave a nod "Good Morning, Ma'am" he stated in his proper Queens English accent. Unbuttoning his suit he took a seat and waited for the rest to arrive.

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[Sean "Mantis" Connolly]

1130
Conference Room
Peterson Air Force Base

The opportunity had been too good to pass up.

When Sean had been told a new assignment had become available for him, he initially thought he had done something wrong during training. It was quite the opposite really; in fact, fellow SGA graduate Travers was to be joining this new unit as well. Connolly had received his initial Agent training, and as one of the Tactical Specialists, the team would be looking to him in the event push came to shove in a situation.

Wearing a pair of plain black BDUs with no name tapes or markings, the Air Force Second Lieutenant was guided to the location of their briefing, which had been called before the training had finished. Sean frowned slightly at this, not knowing how to read it. Stepping inside, a smirk creeped to his lips as he saw Byron introducing himself to a well-dressed man ... a civilian it appeared. Leaving those two to it, he walked over to the female leaning against the table and spoke, "You must be Doctor Coyle ... Lieutenant Connolly, US Air Force. My father spoke quite highly of you."

<Tag Cara and Anyone>

[markharris]

1130
Peterson Air Force Base
Conference Room

Mark had been sitting in the mess hall, chatting with some friends when the alarm on his watch went off. Damn, I'm late. Gotta roll guys! and with that he took off at a dead run towards the conference room. Don't let me be the last to arrive. The thought ran through his mind as he raced towards the meeting.

Getting to the building slightly out of breath, he walked quickly to the appointed room and walked in. Am I late? he asked hoping the answer would be no. The room was occupied by both military and civilian personel. I'm Sergeant Mark Harris. He snapped a salute to the 2 officers in the room and went to take a seat.

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[Shasta "Shazzy" Alexander]

1130
Peterson Air Force Base
Conference Room

Shasta was kind of excited about her new job. Being a seinor field agent was exciting, but she had been doing things on the boring side. This was a new chance for her, and she walked into the place with a high moral. She didn't stop to say high to anyone as she was making her way towards the conference room, and when she walked in there, people were already there. Shasta looked around and placed herself by somebody.
"Hello there, I'm Shasta Alexander, NID."

<Tag Byron/anyone>

[farley]

1127
PAFB
Building 0001 Entrance

"Hey, Cara," Donnell greeted her as she walked inside. He was smoking a cigarette just outside the front doors of the building, "See ya inside."



1131
PAFB
Building 0001 Conference Room

Farley entered and removed his shades. Setting his briefcase down on the floor next to an empty chair, he sat in it and waited patiently for the meeting to begin. Unfastening the single button holding his jacket closed, he extracted a pen from an inside pocket and a pad of paper from his briefcase. Clicking the pen open, he jotted down the date time group. Setting the pen down, he leaned back in his seat. That's when he spotted the coffee pot brewing near the back. Getting up quickly, he poured some into a styrofoam cup along with sugar and half & half. Donnell sat back down and sipped.

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[Astra "As" Owen]

1125
Peterson Air Force Base
Entering the AF Base

Astra had been back on Earth for about a week now, after her transfer to her new job. She'd spend most of that week reorganising her work and house hunting. She felt weird being back on Earth and it had been hard saying goodbye to friends that she'd left behin, yet she was lookin forward to her new job and the challanges that lay aead for her. She drove through the AF Base in her little blue car until she found the building she was after. The achaeologist found a park and quikly parked.

Astra grabbed her hand bag and and note book. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans and black shirt. Her hair was done in a plaited bun tied up out of her face. She wore her dragon and phoenix necklaces, and dragon rings and earrings. Astra hummed along to her favourite song, as she walked along and tried to follow the directions she'd been given.

1125
Peterson Air Force Base
Conference Room

Too Astra's relief she finally found the conference room, after having to stop twice to make sure she was going the rght way. She saw that there was a few people in the room already. She nodded to Cara and smiled, Astra quickly found a seat and made herself comfortable.

"I'm, Dr. Astra Owen, an archaeologist and linguist," Astra intoduced herself to Shasta.

<<tag Shasta/anyone>>

[Drake "Mister" Smith]

1131
Peterson Air Force Base
Building 0001 Conference Room

Drake came into the room with his ironed expensive charcoal black suit, the rest of his outfit matched with style and neatness the only thing that really stood out was his pair of aviators he had on. He took them off as soon as he entered the room. He looked around the room seeing people from different branches as well as civilians "The NID should be the only agency dealing with Off world problems on Earth but I'm not a politician he thought as he was a true believer in the NID even during the darker days. Still he knew he was protecting America and when it came down to it that it was mattered the most.

So he sat down to a man that he never met before. The man was sipping coffee, Drake looked him up and down and already was trying to take in any details about the man that he could. Still his boss had told him to be friendly so Drake sat down and said "Coffee any good or is it the standard crap the military has?" as Drake thought back to his days in the Army Rangers with a proud smile on his face.

<Tag Donnell and anyone else>

[farley]

1131
PAFB
Building 0001 Conference Room

"Coffee any good or is it the standard crap the military has?" Donnell looked up at the man next to him and thought, He must work at the Pentagon.
"Coffee's coffee; it's all in the manner one prepares it," He took a sip, "But what does the military know about preparation?" Farley didn't laugh or smile at his own joke.

Putting down his cup, Farley extended his hand, "Donnell Farley."

<Tag Smith, DHS SIU>

[Douglas Stark]

Several Weeks Ago
Sunnyvale, California
Douglas was buried in a pile of papers, his half eaten vegetable Lasagna lying on the edge of his desk.
He yawned, brushing a piece of paper with the Lambada-CDM model written on it off the desk. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the paper serenely drift to the floor, landing on top of an old research paper he had written regarding axions.

It was around ten o'clock at night, and Douglas was still doing some random work on several minute aspects of the Zero-point energy principle that he was working on.

Epsilon equals hv over e to the ht over.... Douglas muttered to himself in his mind, visualizing the equation. His train of thought was broken when the doorbell rang. Douglas blinked, hitting himself on the head with his pen. That doorbell hadn't been used in almost nine months, and he wasn't even sure if he was hearing it or not. The doorbell rang again, followed by a loud knock on the door.

Douglas grumbled.
"I'm coming.... I'm coming..." He unlocked the door, opening it to see two men in blue uniforms at his doorstep.
United States Air Force? He had recognized those uniforms after seeing many Air Force officers during his time at NASA.

"I'm Major Karl Daniels, United States Air Force." The first man said. "You must be Doctor Douglas Stark."

Douglas looked at the two USAF officers, then at himself. His shirt was crumpled and untucked, he was unshaven and unkempt, and looked nothing like a well-to-do physicist.

"Yes. That's me. You tell the folks at NASA that I'm happy right here." Stark said, starting to close the door.

Daniels held the door open with his right hand.
"Doctor, we're not from NASA." He said sternly.

"Then where are you from? If you're not from NASA, why do you need me? I quit, for god's sake. What the hell do you want from me?" Douglas asked. He didn't know why in the world the Air Force would need him other than for the obvious consultations and advisory meetings.

"All in good time, Doctor, all in good time..." Daniels said.

Present Day
1130
Peterson AFB
Building 0001 Conference Room

Wormholes, stargates, Atlantis, Zero Point Modules... the past few weeks had been a blur. In less than a few hours of talking with some medal-decorated goon from the Air Force, Stark's view on the world had changed more than it had for his whole life.

Now, he sat here, in the middle of Colorado, hundreds of miles away from home, trying to see how he would fit in this new world....

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[Drake "Mister" Smith]

1131
PAFB
Building 0001 Conference Room


Drake didn't laugh at the man's joke about the military's preparation, he had been with the army or the government for most of his life and he knew that it was mostly the politicians who screwed up. Must be one of those private contractors he thought looking at the man

So Drake put his hand out to the man and shook Farley's "Nice to meet you Farley, I'm Drake Smith part of the NID" Drake knew it was always good to play nice at first.


<Tag Farley>

[markharris]

1131
PAFB
Building 0001 Conference Room

Mark had gotten up to get a cup of coffee and caught the conversation between Farley and Smith. These two people couldn't be more different if they had planned it. Farley looked like someone that had seen some action and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Drake, on the other hand, looked like he belonged in an office, pushing papers. The suit did nothing to change the over all appearance. Mark poured the cup of coffee and returned to his seat. As he sat down he looked to Farley and gave him a nod of the head, a sort of, I got your back if you need it.

Does anyone know who we are waiting for here?

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