Episode Sixteen Epilogue

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

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Commissary

Having just gotten off supervising the 0000-0800 work duty rotation, Praporshchik Kamarov had retreated to the commissary to feed his growling stomach. Still attired in his dirty and greasy one-piece green US-issue coveralls, the Russian sat alone over by a view port. When not down in the engineering hub, the hyper drive reactor or any number of technical stations aboard the vessel, Aleksandr could always been found starring out into the wonders of open space. He'd been fascinated with the stars since he was a little boy, and had gotten into the Russian Federal Air Force to get as close to the stars as he could. With the technical training he'd gaining for repairing and rebuilding almost everyone air craft in the Russian arsenal he'd hoped to one day go into the state space program. Serving aboard the Icarus was one step better.

The work to repair the ship in the Asgard dry dock over their home planet of Orilla was progressing slowly. Working in orbit meant zero-gravity repairs - an advantage of which was that a normally three tonne piece of equipment weighed next to nothing and could be easily moved. The downside was that without gravity the techs had to essentially relearned their trade - in zero-G even screwing in a screw was a mission. Once the crew got a hang of working in the new environment things would progress much quicker, but until then it was a frustrating process.

Sitting alone by the view port he continued to consume his meal, interrupted only when a surprise guest took a seat opposite the table to him.

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[sura]

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Commissary

Sura had spent the last few months of her life being transferred here and there. Back to Earth. Away from Earth. Back to Earth. Away from Earth. Back to Earth again...

Now she was definitely away...in a new galaxy. She had spent some time in the Delian galaxy, with the Delta expedition...but never in the Ida. Her new position was as the Intel Expert upon the Icarus - which was definitely something she was looking forward to. Finally...something where she could just take a little break, instead of constantly running around and nearly getting her head shot off. She had been wanting a position that utilized another talent of hers, rather then the whole "OH I CAN CARRY A GUN AND SHOOT AT PEOPLE AND NOT PEE MYSELF" thing. Sura was smart and observant - so Intel was right up her alley.

Her first few moments on the Icarus had been simple enough - find someone to point her in the right direction, throw crap in quarters, and sit down for a moment. Then her stomach growled. With more questions and helpful people, she found herself in the Commissary with some of the other crew. Her light eyes scanned the tables, looking for maybe a face she recognized? Yeah - that was far-fetched, but it was still worth a shot. With a frown, her fingers tapped on the under side of her tray, trying to decide where to sit.

Go join a group? Sit alone? Find a loner?

"I can deal with heavy enemy fire in Iraq, but choosing a table to sit at is over my head..." she whispered with a smirk, as her eyes landed upon a guy sitting alone by a port.

Back in Alaska, she probably would have gone for the group of people, since it would have benefited her more. Meet several people at once, and probably gain a larger group of instant helpful people...

But she wasn't in Kansas anymore...or rather Alaska. Sura knew that her brother, Pierce, wouldn't have recognized her now. In her core she was the same girl that would learn dirty words in sign language from her older brother...but on closer to the surface layers, she had changed her views quite a bit.

Taking a shallow breath, she sat across from the man, with a little hesitation.
"Alright if I sit here?" she asked, her blue eyes glancing out into the sparkling space, "Wow...Ida is a beautiful galaxy," she mumbled mostly to herself, "I'm Captain Sura Ross, by the way," she introduced with a smile, offering her hand, "New Intel Expert here on the Icarus...literally just got here..."

Note to self, ease off the coffee, she thought, realizing she had said a lot in a short period of time.

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[patrick]

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Commissary

Patrick slowly walked down the hallway he just came of a twenty four hour security and he was little tired all he needed was food and he should be alright he only hopped that he could get some food because he was starving. Patrick rubbed his eyes as he stepped inside the commissary he looked around and spotted a few people he also noticed Alek talking to a new officer he hadn’t met yet he waved to Alek and walked towards the counter and pilled his plate with food and grabbed a class of coke he really didn’t need coffee at the present time; coffee now and he would be able to sleep for hours. Patrick turned away from the counter after getting his food he looked around the commissary one last time before deciding to seat with Alek and the new officer. “Hey Alek mind if I sit with you both?” Patrick asked as he approached the two. Patrick then turned towards Sura. “Hi Patrick Bailey chief security officer onboard the Icarus.” Patrick explained to Sura as he introduced himself to her.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

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Commissary

Robert came in a little later than most of the crew. He was relieved in a way that nobody died from any of their crazy missions today, he wasn't too sure about the people that were on board the Icarus. He had no appetite to eat anything but he knew that he should put some food in his stomach. Too tired to even think, he figured he 'd eat go for debriefing and then take some shut eye after that. He had fighter formations to work on and he was reading documentations on Ancient puddle jumpers. He walked over to an empty table and sat down, he scanned the room and saw Captain Andre.

He sighed "Of all the places I 'd see her again!"

He remembered seeing her at the Blue keys bar back in Colorado a while back but he was going off world and he wasn't about to begin anything with anyone .... it would have been the record for long distance relationships. Military regulations forbid any kind of fraternizing, relationship-wise with fellow military officers. Anyways his comms came on and there was a message for him from his father, General Cromin -

"What does he want now?" he thought to himself.

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[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

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Commissary

Even though it was a day after the recent mission, Destiny Andre was still exhausted. The captain was sound asleep while Harrison finished all the reports that needed to be written. The young woman was exhausted after all that the Icarus had been through. The plate of food that the pilot had piled up was barely eaten due to the fact that the woman was more sleep deprived than anything. The female had learned to survive off of little to no food but when it came to sleep, yeah that was something that needed to be learned. The executive officer loved sleep almost as much as she loved flying. Seizing the chance to sleep anytime she could was always important. Though it was cut short when another body collided against the captains and two little arms wrapped around the young woman's slim waist.

Destiny woke up with a start and looked down to see the little blonde hair girl resting her head on the pilot's chest.



A small smile crossed the woman's face picking up the little girl seven year old girl and setting her on her lap. "I missed you too sweetie," whispered hugging the little girl close and kissing the top of the head. Finding this little one was the best thing that happened here in the Icarus. The crew had let Destiny share a room and watch over her like the little was her own. That was what it felt like to the young captain and knowing that she might have to give up the little one broke her heart every time the thought came to mind. "You hungry? You want some of my food?" asked wiping some of those curls out of the young girl's face. The little girl just shook her head but remained in the position on Destiny's lap curled up. The twenty something woman chuckled lightly, holding the little girl close and rested her head on blonde's. The pilot knew that everyone was probably staring at the two of them right now but didn't care. This little one held her heart and was one of the most important people in her life even if she wasn't her own flesh and blood.

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[Tony Hansford]

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Commissary

Tony had been up all night designing new systems for the ship to be done before it left the dry dock, he'd seen Kamarov at one of the tables with one of the new crew members, he walked over, his tablet in his hands, working as he walked up to the table, "Ello folks", he greeted to everyone at the table, before sitting down with the tray he had in his other hand.

"I'm Tony Hansford, resident smartass and Crew Chief around these parts, Ooo Alek, is that blue jello I spy there?", Tony asks the Russian as he lifts his blue jello up, "Another great thing we share in common! Oh! Hello there Captain, nice to meet you, what job did you get on this ever so wonderful Russian warship?", Tony asks as he looked around the mess hall, only spying pilots and other engineers.

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Tony's tablet beeped at him, reminding him of the fact he had about 30 minutes to get outside to do repairs and modifications, Gotta love being important..

[Jonathon "Yoda" Harrison]

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Sitting at the table across from Destiny, the Lieutenant Colonel finished another mug of coffee. Despite having his own office on the ship, he preferred to do a lot of his paperwork and reports in the commissary. It allowed him to mingle with the crew, and get to know them all. Closing the folder in front of him, Harrison rubbed both hands over his face a few times, and sighed. At that moment, the little girl came in and woke Destiny up.

The younger officer jumped a little, and Jonathon chuckled quietly. He watched Des with the child and smiled. It was nice to see a bit of hope and change around the ship ... even if it was in the form of a child. "You'd make a good mother," he said quietly to the Captain. "You've got the right nature for it."

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[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

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Destiny looked up and smiled softly at Harrison sitting across the way. Hearing a comment like that made her heart swell. Why? Because at one point in time, the captain did have a dream of eventually settling down and raising a family. The military was a huge part of her life yes, but if ever the right guy came along, serious enough for marriage, then the military would have to become something of the past. When it came to family, that in her mind was and always would be more important. At one point, the pilot thought that would happen with Kevin. That was the direction that her life seemed to be heading in. Heck, they had talked about the future so many times that it was just a matter of finding the right time to really start that process, but fate had something different in mind for the two of them or at least for the female.

Once Kevin had left her life, the thought of ever having a family, kids, to call her own left with him. Meeting this little one brought back that joy into the fading dream. Though it was only a matter of time before the young woman would have to give her up, at least for the time being, she could pretend that this girl was her own and enjoy it while it lasted. "Thanks, but it's one of those things I doubt that will ever happen," said looking back down at the curly blonde hair girl to see her fast asleep, "Being in the military and the stargate program leaves no room for family." It was true. Being involved in the kind of work she was in left no room for safety to raise a family. Especially when you were as in love with it as this captain was.

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[Andrew "Boss" Johnson]

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Aeneid

Andrew had recently commanded the Aeneid into battle and no matter what the Icarus and its crew believed, without his help they’d be space debris by now. Andrew muttered over the new reports about Aeneid’s job, protecting this and that. With Icarus in a shipyard he hoped he could persuade Tyr to allow the Aeneid be installed with the same type of weapons as the Icarus, he admitted that not having Idun’s voice in the matter weakened his case and the Asgard high council still hadn’t made a formal decision on the matter in question.

He had hoped due to his actions on the Aeneid that he could be permanently assigned to her, but that was also in question.. the only thing the higher ups could see was ‘Bactra’. He knew that killed every and all chance of promotion and getting abetter job. Asgard liaison was a stupid meaningless word now as he had no one in real standing. Tyr just accepted him as a friend but not as much as Idun, who without his help and sacrifice the Icarus was saved. He had read over reports from the Icarus and was disgusted, no one mentioned the poor lonely Asgard who saved them from their deaths. Who managed to get a sizable fleet together to save about 6 Icarus crew members. Andrew transported over to the Icarus for various items the Aeneid needed and the Icarus did not.

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Icarus

Andrew beamed aboard and tried to work his way around this ship. Adam’s his helm officer and technically XO gave him a list of what they needed, and until told other wise Andrew was apart of the Aeneid’s crew as commanding officer until the colonel and the lieutenant colonel were awake. He heard a few noises and poked his head in seeing various Icarus crew members, he hoped they were. Someone bumped into him, Andrew just gave the person a weird look. “I’m looking for the armoury section, do you know where it is?” he asked as he needed to get some nuclear ordinance and Railgun ordinance, the Icarus didn’t need it.

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[sura]

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Commissary

“Hey Alek mind if I sit with you both?” a voice called out, darting Sura’s bright eyes towards the newcomer, “Hi Patrick Bailey chief security officer onboard the Icarus.”
“Hey,” she greeted with a smile, “Capt’ Sura Ross – Intel Expert,” Sura introduced herself offering a hand to Patrick, just as she heard another voice coming closer to them.

New people draw all the locals over… she realized, as the new guy approached.
"Ello folks", he greeted, before setting himself down with everyone, "I'm Tony Hansford, resident smartass and Crew Chief around these parts.”
“Captian Sura Ross,” she replied, watching as Tony’s attention was drawn in by the blue mixture that both he and Alek possessed.
“Ooo Alek, is that blue jello I spy there?” he asked Alek, as he lifted the substance upwards.
“Amazing attention span…” she commented, raising a brow, as she watched with her elbows resting comfortably upon the table, with her head resting in her cupped hands.
"Another great thing we share in common! Oh! Hello there Captain, nice to meet you, what job did you get on this ever so wonderful Russian warship?"
“Intel Expert,” she replied, dropping her arms from the table, now that the little show was over, and began feeding herself before she keeled over and died of malnutrition.

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[Tony Hansford]

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Commissary

"Well Miss Ross, I do hope you and I get along like me and dear old Kamarov", Tony says smiling at both Sura and Alek, and then looking down at the food on his plate, picking up the apple and taking a big crunch into it, moving his eyes to stare at Sura, "You seem to have a problem with me? Am I a bit too 'over the top' for you? Or am I just too awesome?", Tony says jokingly, not realising she'd probably take it seriously.

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[sura]

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Commissary

"Well Miss Ross, I do hope you and I get along like me and dear old Kamarov", Tony began, with a rather arrogant smile - before taking a rather noisy bite of his apple. Sura stopped mid-bite of her food, as she noticed his eyes on her. Were the people aboard this ship really that amused by her? It seemed like all the people in the Commissary were crowding around the table to talk to the new girl. At least she had come up to Alek. So there was one that wasn't clingy. A plus.

"You seem to have a problem with me? Am I a bit too 'over the top' for you? Or am I just too awesome?" Tony felt the need to ask, leaving Sura with a choice. To be kind and shrug it off, proclaiming she had no problem with him - which was pretty much true. He hadn't done anything to directly piss her off...though he wasn't exactly charming her either. She also had the potential to put him in his place, if she so chose. Proclaiming her job as an 'Intel Expert' probably led them to believe that she was just some glorified civvie who could hold a gun, maybe. The fact that she wasn't exactly an ugly individual also created the 'glorified civvie' illusion - since one really wouldn't expect that a woman like herself had the potential she did.

Make her decision, she dropped her gaze from Tony for a bit, pretending to be flattered, before leaning forward slightly, so their faces were almost intimately close.
"If I had a problem with you, you would know it. Four years of Krav Maga training, two tours in Iraq, and several years in Area 51...I wouldn't mess with me, if I were you..." she whispered, keeping an even tone and expression, before leaning back to her food and resuming her consumption of the edibles in front of her, with a slightly amused expression upon her face. What honestly amused her the most was that she wasn't lying in the least bit. She could take him.

"So how long has everyone been on this ship?" she asked, pretending as if the last few seconds hadn't existed at all.

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[OOC: sorry for posting again so soon...but I couldn't resist...Nothin' personal, dude :BIC]

[Jonathon "Yoda" Harrison]

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Seeing a lot of people entering the commissary over the last few moments, Harrison smiled. The woman at the table attempting to eat her food he recognized as Sura Ross, hand-picked by Harrison due to her record. She would be serving as the Icarus's Chief of Operations, coordinating between different elements of the crew. Looking back to Destiny after her response, he leaned forward and while peering into her eyes, said, "If something is important enough, you make time for it, Destiny." It was something he always believed in, to the fullest extent. "The military is what you want now, it doesn't mean it will be forever ... I for one hope that this is not everything for me, personally. I do want more out of my life."

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[Aleksandr Kamarov]

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Commissary

At the table, Aleksandr smiled to himself as he watched the other male crew members swell around the newly assigned Captain Ross. It seemed to be the way on naval and space ships, a distinct lack of women seemed to drive the new sane. It was not that she wasn't an attractive women - she was indeed quite easy on the eyes - but fraternization wasn't on the top of Alek's priority list. He was proudly single and wasn't bothered in the least, any interest he showed in the new intelligence expert would be purely platonic.

He was especially amused by Tony, a self confessed womanizer. Hopefully the Captain would seen that Hansford wasn't took bad once you got under the surface, or had a gender change. Yeah, he wasn't quiet that bad.

"I am Aleksandr Kamarov," he said in his Russian accented English. "Rank of Praporshchik, I believe your nearest equivalent is 'Chief Warrant Officer Two'. I work on engines of this fine space ship," he added. "What brings you to Ida Galaxy?"

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[Andrew "Boss" Johnson]

OOC: Was being ignored, but that’s ok =)

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Commissary

Andrew noticed the person he talked to was walking away. ‘Probably didn’t hear me’ Andrew thought as he grabbed a drink, the commander of this vessel owed him a drink. So did most of the crew, the Aeneid was there at the right time and no one could deny without Andrew’s interference they would have never launched the missile. Andrew walked into the room more and spotted someone he knew, walking up to the woman. He gave a brief smile, and took another drink from a tray. “Captain Ross, it’s good to see you again” he said to her, the last time she saw him was as a IOA Agent who saved everyone from a botched meeting and then as a NID helping her and another team retreat from some cave with pirates and all.

“What is your job here?” he asked, Andrew was wearing his camo gear still. He wondered if she knew about his reinstatement, which now put him above her in the chain of command. But he wouldn’t rub that in, as the Captain was a good person. And she made an impression on him, and he respected her.

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