Season Two Finale: Olympomachy

[Samarra Blackwell]

1345
Utarro
Asgard Reserch Facility

Almost as soon as the team had been beamed down, Captain Blackwell clicked on the flashlight in her hand. The Asgard agents she had spoken to said that Utarro was a research station of theirs. However, the failed to include that the station had been abandoned at the beginning of the Replicator Wars and failed to be reinstituted before the Ori invasion. Oops. So, for nearly two or three years now, the station had been left to gather dust. Literally.

"Ah-ah-CHOO!" Samarra blinked, recovering from the intensity of her sneeze. Someone in the room offered a 'Salud'. "Oh boy, space allergies...my favorite." Clearly, the filtration systems had been offline for some time now, though life support was apparently working. No eyeballs had been sucked out of their sockets, as far as she knew.

"Does someone know how to cut on the lights?" she asked, shining her light around the room. Other lights had popped on and were doing the same thing. The silhouette of someone made their way over to a console. While they tinkered, Samarra opened the channel to the Aeneid.

-Bridge, this is Blackwell. We're in.- At that same time, the lights turned on and the machines began to power up. And, we're all accounted for. Standing by on this channel.-

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Now with the lights on, she got a better view of the room. It was circular in shap, with a round projection pedestal in the middle with three consoles around it. There were miscellaneous screens surrounding the room, and there were four openings in the walls that led to exterior corridors. This was more than likely the central hub for this particular station. Looking around at the bright and shiny faces of the "team", she turned off her flashlight.

"Alrighty then, let's hop to it."

<Tag Team>

The plan seemed pretty straightforward. They already accomplished step one: beam down to the planet. Mmmmmkay. Step two: set up trap.

With the Technical Officers working on both the Niddhogg distress beacon and the borrowed Asgard time-dialation device, it would only be a matter of time before they were set up. They needed to be extra careful though. Horror stories about time dialation were told throughout the Stargate Program. It was tricky business, but...if the plan worked out the way it was supposed to (which, honestly, it rarely ever did), there wouldn't be a problem.

The rest of the steps were rather self explanatory. Turn on distress beacon. Wait. Niddhogg show up. Engage countdown for time-dialation field. Beam back to ship. Cloak ship. Blow up time-dialated Niddhogg people. GTFO. Simple enough, right?

It would take a while for the techs to set everything up. A couple of the security detail began meandering about, poking their heads down corridors and whatnot. Samarra couldn't help herself. She walked over to one of the consoles and began tinkering about. It was one way to pass the time.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1245
Aenied
Space

Captain Cromin was standing in front of the room watching as all of the key officers in his new command walked in to the briefing room. Talking to his key officers in his new posting as Security chief onboard the Aenied the captain said "Alright I am not one for much words so listen carefully, first of thank you ladies for being here. Allow me to introduce my self to you, I am your new boss and i don't like screw-ups. I don't like heros because they all die. What I have here is simple, it is strictly team work, if you make a habit of working solo, you will be doing so on the back side of Alaska. When we work together, we win together. Now with that said we are all on a mission and like almost everything we do it is a dangerous one." The Captain went on with the briefing give out as much details as he could. When he was done, he told them to go prep for the mission because a select few of them will be going in with the first group of scientist and intel people. He had argued against this during the briefing of all department heads. He wanted his team to go in first but he was overruled because they said that there was no time to do otherwise, the mission they were on was time sensitive. He was ordered to work with the option he was provided. So as a result he had called in his key officers to work on a security plan.

1343 -1346
Utarro
Asgard Reserch Facility

When they were done getting ready, everybody going to the research facility including Captain Cromin was beamed down to the facility. As soon as they were in the Captain said "Security team fan out secure the immediate area and cover all exits. Everybody else please stay put until I give the all clear, that means nobody touches anything." As soon as security was done securing the immediate AO (Area of Operation), Cromin gave the go ahead for everybody else to begin working.

Captain Sammara Blackwell, the new Chief of Intelligence aboard the Aenied sneezed and then she said "Does someone know how to turn on the lights?" At that point Cromin was about to get in contact with the Aenied and give them their sitrep (Situation report) when he heard Sam on the radio saying "-Bridge, this is Blackwell. We're in and, we're all accounted for. Standing by on this channel.-" Captain Cromin smiled at Sam saying "That would be my Job Sam" He tapped his ear piece and said "Bridge, this is Captain Cromin, Yeah, what Sam said. I have my guys split up into all of the working teams; will let you know if anything happens. Gotta go, standing by on this channel, next contact in 15 minutes, Cromin out."

Next standing on a box the Captain said "Alright listen up ladies, no one goes anywhere without any of my guys, if you do that I will shoot you myself; now get back to work thank you . . . and oh security remember to check in every 10 minutes" and then turning to Sam he said " . . . and you mi lady have me as your handsome escort, so where to?"

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[Abi Ely]

1347
Utarro
Asgard Reserch Facility

So far the day was…predictable. A debriefing. If only that was half as exciting as it sounded. If to get off a plane was to deplane…that meant that taking your shoes off was to deshoe. To take a jacket off was to dejacket. Use your imagination for what debriefing meant to Abi. Unlike what her overactive imagination had whipped it out to be – it was quite dry. Sure she had been to several before, but she always hopped that this time it would turn out to what her brain said it would be – and not a boring meeting. A meeting that if they didn’t all pay attention during, they’d all die. You know – the normal, usual, daily, bull. Some new guy was their ‘fearless leader’. At least his name wasn’t SHAFT. Teehee. Cromin was his name. Made Abi think of the bird called a Cormorant for some reason. Cromin…Cormorant…eh. It kinda made sense. She still wasn’t understanding the ‘Scarecrow’ nickname. He didn’t look like he was made of hay. Or flammable. And he was mildly coherent – so to her knowledge so far, he wasn’t brainless. Weird. Nicknames are just weird.

After the information was shoved down Abi’s throat, she played sheeple (people acting like sheep and just following the crowd) and found herself where she needed to go. Nifty how that worked that way. Pulling her long, dark hair back into a lazy ponytail, Abi began stalking Samarra – the chick that owned her. Why? Chief Intelligence Officer. Abi was just…there. With intelligence. Hopefully. Her job was simple – decode. Languages and algorithms. Her major in college may have been linguistics, but that was not the job that she was dragged into the Stargate program over – which she still found amusing.

Her Master…er…boss sneezed, causing the civvie to nearly jump out of her own skin. Maybe it would have been a better idea to go to bed a few hours earlier, rather than staying up, inventing a new way to play her ukulele. Playing with your feet is a lot harder than one may think. Though that sounded weird, Abi was just trying to extend the usage of all her limbs. Naturally a leftie, she was already using her right more than normal – thanks to the fact that she injured her left arm awhile ago – though it was back to tip-top shape, now. Why not get use out of her feet too?

Wrinkling her nose at the lack of ventilation, Abi made an annoyed face, before saying, “Salud,” to her boss’ sneeze – careful of her own breathing, with no desire to actually try to blow out her brains through her nose.
"Oh boy, space allergies...my favorite."
“Space dust…that just can’t be healthy.”
"Does someone know how to cut on the lights?"

And poof – the lights were on.
Cool.
"-Bridge, this is Blackwell. We're in and, we're all accounted for. Standing by on this channel.-"
"That would be my Job Sam" Cromin said, causing Abi to peer over at him, "Bridge, this is Captain Cromin, Yeah, what Sam said. I have my guys split up into all of the working teams; will let you know if anything happens. Gotta go, standing by on this channel, next contact in 15 minutes, Cromin out.”

Abi yawned. Today was just going to be another day in space. Some guy with new power was gonna flex it – she could feel it. But whatever – as long as he didn’t get in the way or get anyone killed. But if he could stand Abi – then she might just like him. All guys were full of themselves. That was just a fact. Dur. Just some got a little excited when they could display their power to everyone.

"Alright listen up ladies—“
“Kinda hard not to – you’re tall,” the civvie that was barely over five feet stated. Maybe that’s why he was called Scarecrow? Was the Scarecrow tall?
“…no one goes anywhere without any of my guys, if you do that I will shoot you myself; now get back to work thank you . . . and oh security remember to check in every 10 minutes.”
“…wait…you want us safe or you’ll kill us? Nice, man…er…sir,” Abi winked, playing with the new guy. Just her nature. Didn’t know him and wanted to test his limits. She wasn’t much of a ‘yes sir no sir’ girl, but if it meant being flushed out into space just because of two words, she’d be happy to say the ‘s’ word.

" . . . and you mi lady have me as your handsome escort, so where to?"
He was talking to Samarra.
Pfft.
Time to go poke at the distress beacon. She really needed to just go talk to someone in another language. Where was Alek hiding?

<Tag All>

[Simon "Lanky" Davidson]

1245
Bridge
Aenied

Standing on the bridge forward station Simon punched a few keys switching from general scan of the surrounding system, to a zoom view of the planet below more specifically the research station on the northern continent where a team from the Aeneid were about to beam down to correction beamed down to, a large clump of life-signs appeared on the screen punching a few keys on the overhead panel the display zoomed right in to the point where he could pick out and track individuals as they moved around the room, the joys of Asgard technology.

Taping another few keys overhead, Simon switched back to system view and with another few taps out to five light years. For the initial part of the mission Lt. Davidson was tasked with keeping an eye on both the team on the planet and the surrounding area. Moments later a radio message came through from the surface first one officer gave a report then another cut in, Simon knew both were Captains and both were team leaders and they were American, Damm Yanks every things a competition, this is going to end up in a turf war, which is going to put them of balance, it's good job they've got an objective person looking out for them, watching their backs Simon thought to himself, then twisting he turned to face the ships CO and followed up with his own report "Nothing in the surrounding area sir were clear." then asked "Do you want me to handle the check-ins and pass on the edited highlights or do you want to take them all yourself?"

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That bright idea had probably given Simon another job to do but, he was just watching a screen waiting for things to happen, and it would give him a chance to have a chat with the rest of the crew so that wasn't a bad thing really. "Aye sir, I'll keep you posted if anything changes." Opening the ship to shore channel "Captain Blackwell, Caption Cromin from Bridge, reading you loud and clear, Copy your progress and check in time, surrounding space is clear watching you back, bridge out" Davidson checked the clock on the overhead panel then back down at the sensor display. Still nothing.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

OOC: Davidson fix your timeline, it says 12 instead of 13

1347
Utarro
Asgard Reserch Facility

Captain Cromin walked around with Sam, Sammy the Captain that is, gently bugging her as they went along. He watched her begin to do her job as he did his alongside her when another lady chimed in on their conversation “…wait…you want us safe or you’ll kill us? Nice, man…er…sir,” Cromin upon hearing that frowned his face a little bit and looked at the lady and then to Sammy the Captain and bursted out laughing saying as he laughed "Is this one of yours sammy,she sounds really cute" After which he turned to the lady and introduced himself, "you must be Abi, the wierd girl at least that's what I heard. Nice to meet you I am Captain Robert Cromin, Aenied's Chief of security . . . shooting is what I do sometimes but not that much, and I am sure you know that I was joking, sort of?"

Just then it seemed there was a response coming in from the Bridge which was a little bit late saying "Captain Blackwell, Captain Cromin from Bridge, reading you loud and clear, Copy your progress and check in time, surrounding space is clear watching you back, bridge out" but he didn't saying anything, but he marked it just in case it happened again. He tapped his ear piece saying "Copy that Bridge, check-in in . . . " he looked at his watch and then said "13 minutes, keep us aprised of any funny business, and who am I talking to, Cromin out!"

<Tag Davidson and whoeverelse>

[Samarra Blackwell]

1347
Uttaro
Asgard Research Facility

Why...WHY was Cromin assigned to the Ida Task Force? Couldn't they get some "normal" transfers? Sheesh. It wasn't until she had met the Chief Warrant Officer Hansford that she realized just how small a ship the Aeneid was. Now with Cromin, it felt as though the ship was about the size of a VW Beetle. 'Are we there yet?'

As soon as Lt. Col. Harrison handed out the team assignments for the mission, Marra thought about finding a creative way to injure herself to keep from having to deal with the other Captain. Unfortunately, Captain-Doctor Laboy caught wind of her plan and headed her off at the pass. No doctor's note there. Not unless she was missing a limb...which, honestly, was quite tempting at the moment. None the less, she still had to go. Mainly, because of the request for the preservation of the Asgard intelligence left at the facility. That's what allies are for, right?

"That would be my Job Sam"

There was a visible twitch as he called her by his own made-up nickname. Honestly, she HATED being called Sam. In fact, in the professional setting, it was completely uncalled for. As soon as he got off the radio (which was completely unnecessary), she called him out on it.

"Captain Blackwell, Cromin," she repremanded, trying to keep her already bubbling temper under wraps. "Just because we are the same rank and we're on the same team does not mean that we're going to have a slumber party and paint each others nails anytime soon. I advise you keep it professional, Captain." That was simple enough, right?

Too bad everything she said just bounced right off of him. And he proceeded to address the team.

"Alright listen up ladies, no one goes anywhere without any of my guys, if you do that I will shoot you myself; now get back to work thank you . . . and oh security remember to check in every 10 minutes".

Samarra couldn't help but roll her eyes at his typical, testosterone-filled pep talk. Honestly, it made her sick. And what was that crap about shooting the people? Ugh. The sooner this little trip was over, the better. Otherwise, she couldn't promise that she wouldn't zat him before the end of the day.

". . . and you mi lady have me as your handsome escort, so where to?"

Oh yeah, he was definitely getting zatted.

"Professional, Cromin," the Captain warned with a stern look. She then returned her attention to the wall console that appeared to be the facility's main database. Kneeling down and removing a panel, she revealed the Asgard crystals that controlled the database. From her over-the-shoulder bag, she pulled out her tablet, a small external hardrive, and an Asgard Crystal adapter. Rolling over onto her back, she slid slightly underneath the console, sliding crystals about and finally inserting the adapter. As she worked, she explained.

"Our little, grey friends wanted us to save the priority files that were stored here, since they've had their hands full for a while. While we won't be able to get everything, the most important things are those the ones that are hidden. With Abi's help, we should be able to unlock them and transfer them to that thing."

It would seem that Cromin was just now meeting Abi, one of the more...different people on her crew. None the less, Samarra liked the young lady and it was obvious that she was good at what she did. However, she was not a fan of Cromin's tone. Or his reply. Or his labeling of her as the 'weird girl'. Marra could feel her brows furrowing.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you would keep your chatter to a minimum. Some of us are actually working as opposed to standing around and pretending to be important." Her retort was charged, but still in an appropriate volume. Tapping the tablet, she leaned up slightly, offering it to Abi.

<Tag Cromin>

"We're in. Let's see how well the Asgard safeguard their information and if they left anything of importance behind." Her tone when speaking to Abi was completely different than her tone with the "other captain". It was a bit more casual and relaxed, though still professional. That was kinda her thing. Besides, she liked Abi. She was nifty.

<Tag Abi>

"I think we can handle it from here, Captain. I promise you that the big, bad wolf will not jump out of the screen anytime soon. I'm sure you have bigger things to do. After all..that's 'your job', as you put it." Her words were slightly venomous, though said with a smile.

<Tag Cromin>

[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1348
Uttaro
Asgard Research Facility

Captain Cromin obviously was trying to keep the air light but emphasizing some sort of seriousness to the Job at hand. He had met Captain Blackwell a while back at the SGC but somehow it seemed that he was getting on her nerves rather than being funny like he hoped to be perceived. Apparently Captain Blackwell was not a fan of the nick names that he gave her and that was clear in her response to him saying "Captain Blackwell, Cromin, Just because we are the same rank and we're on the same team does not mean that we're going to have a slumber party and paint each others nails anytime soon. I advise you keep it professional, Captain." Cromin caught off gaurd thought that she was just pulling his legs so he said in response "Alright Sammy, I will call you Captain Blackwell" He said this with some sort of sarcasm to it.

It was Obvious again that Blackwell wasn't a fan of Cromin taking charge of the operation they were on so Cromin said this to her. "Captain Black-well, I am not ordering you around because I can't; we are of the same rank and because I simply am not interested in going down that road. I respect you, so let us both do our Jobs, mine requires that every single mission resource both those we brought down here, that is human and equipment and those we plan on getting out of here that is data and otherwise are properly secured both online and offline. As you well know my Job extends beyond shooting guns Captain Black-well and I don't assume the people here know anything that I haven't said even if they know it. I like to be on the same page with people mam."

Cromin then said something very casual again and Sam warned him again "Professional, Cromin," Cromin laughing said "I apologise it will not happen again, but on the flip side, I thought we were friends, you are breaking my heart Sammy, ugh . . . Captain Black-well."

Blackwell obviously frustrated with Cromin said "I think we can handle it from here, Captain. I promise you that the big, bad wolf will not jump out of the screen anytime soon. I'm sure you have bigger things to do. After all...that's 'your job', as you put it."

Captain Cromin responded saying , "not really, proper mission planning tells me everything is under control at the moment and I am going to be right here next to you, I am going to get out of your way and let you do your job while I do mine . . . and oh I am not just worried about the big bad wolf, I am also worried about the tiny small wormy virus on computers, not a fan of those little buggers. Once again I apologise for my antics, we will strictly be professional from now on."

<Tag Blackwell>


Tapping his earpiece Cromin got on the radio to all security teams "Captain Cromin to all Security teams, make sure to report any wierd activities, Captain Blackwell and I will determine if it warrants further investigation."

<Tag all>

[Jonathon "Yoda" Harrison]

1347
BC-304 Battle Cruiser Aeneid
Bridge

The IOA decided to ignore him. Yet again.

Harrison had overseen the overhaul and upgrades to the newest addition in the 304 fleet, from inception to completion. It went a full six months faster than projected, having had an IOA 'specialist' also working with him to evaluate the 'necessity' of certain systems. To make a long story short, the ship was deployed six months ahead of schedule. The Lieutenant Colonel even made a direct appeal to the IOA Council, the full body of representatives from every nation involved in the Stargate Program, but to no avail.

So here he found himself sitting in the command chair of the brand-spanking-new ship, at a place he had recommended be a priority recon for the Task Force. The wealth of information on the station was astounding, yet the IOA now just wanted to use it as a trap for the Niddhogg. What a waste. But there were other times to be bitter and file a formal complaint.

Hearing an officer on the bridge say something, Jonathon turned and replied, "Go for it, Davidson." One less thing to worry about. Turning to Captain Andre manning the ship's navigation console, he said, "Bring us around the far side of the moon, half sub-light. I don't want there to be any traces for those bugs to track."

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[Abi Ely]

1348
Uttaro
Asgard Research Facility

Asgard. The alien stereotype. Little green (well gray) men. That was like someone of an Asian authenticity with a dented car. Being from the Southern or Mid-West region of America, and wearing a sleeveless plaid shirt. Driving a minivan while having kids that play soccer. It was just…a bit weird. Too normal. The aliens were just as any kid would picture them. Smart. Mildly annoying – though infinitely entertaining. And a bit creepy. Alright – more than a bit. They were wandering around naked. Damn. Why did they get to dodge the dress code? I want to the evolve to the point where I can run around naked, Abi thought, smiling at the oddities which surfaced within her mind at the oddest of times.

Ely was fully aware of her own ‘difference’ from the rest of the world. So, she was a bit of a goof. A bit psychotic. But everyone was. If everyone was ‘normal’, there would be no reason to get up in the morning. Life would be boring. It’s the flaws in a person that makes them human…hmm. Maybe that meant that flaws meant they had to wear pants?...But what about shoes?

Abi blinked, attempting to control her own mind. Cue Scarecrow-man finally noticing she was alive.
"Is this one of yours sammy,she sounds really cute" he began, making Abi feel as though she was a puppy that couldn’t understand English. Pfft – it made her want to talk to someone about important things in another language. Where was Saoise? Alek? Someone who didn’t speak English all the way? They were normally more interesting.
"you must be Abi, the weird girl at least that's what I heard. Nice to meet you I am Captain Robert Cromin, Aenied's Chief of security . . . shooting is what I do sometimes but not that much, and I am sure you know that I was joking, sort of?"
Abi blinked, leaning her head to the side. Was he serous…?
Looking over at Marra, Abi made her classic pathetic and slightly confused face, “Did he just call me weird?”

"I would greatly appreciate it if you would keep your chatter to a minimum. Some of us are actually working as opposed to standing around and pretending to be important."
Abi liked Marra. She was badass without being a creepy feminist. Maybe that’s why she was following her around. Accepting the tablet, Abi’s mouth leaned to one side as she studied the data.
“Merci…Ah, this shouldn’t be too hard.”
A smile spread across his features, as her work began to take over her mind.
"We're in. Let's see how well the Asgard safeguard their information and if they left anything of importance behind."
“Like their pants?” Abi whispered, still mildly disturbed by their naked state. I mean…come on. You might be a super smart alien species – but clothing was just nice.

"I think we can handle it from here, Captain. I promise you that the big, bad wolf will not jump out of the screen anytime soon. I'm sure you have bigger things to do. After all..that's 'your job', as you put it."
“And now comes the comeback on why we’ll die unless he’s standing right here,” Abi whispered to Marra with a soft smile, shaking her head slightly.

"not really, proper mission planning tells me everything is under control at the moment and I am going to be right here next to you, I am going to get out of your way and let you do your job while I do mine . . . and oh I am not just worried about the big bad wolf, I am also worried about the tiny small wormy virus on computers, not a fan of those little buggers. Once again I apologise for my antics, we will strictly be professional from now on."
“So you’re gonna shoot the computer if a virus is present?” Abi asked, realizing that every word he spoke made her wonder if her command of the English language was deteriorating.


Tapping his earpiece Cromin got on the radio to all security teams "Captain Cromin to all Security teams, make sure to report any wierd activities, Captain Blackwell and I will determine if it warrants further investigation."
“But I thought that was your job – not hers. So technically that means you’re going back on your word on how you just said that you’ll let her do her job and you do yours, by forcing some of your work on Capt’ Marra.”

What? Puzzles was her thing. She wasn’t hired for her Cryptologist abilities for nothin’.

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[Simon "Lanky" Davidson]

1348
Aeneid
Bridge

Thinking that would be the end of radio traffic until check in, baring extreme circumstances, Simon was caught of guard by Cpt. Cromins transmission, but like any naval officer Simon passed on the requested information "Sub-Lieutenant Simon Davidson, sir your eyes and ears for this mission, reading your revised check in time, anything else?"

As they moved round behind the moon Davidson switched scanning frequencies, to one that had greater sensitivity and was proven to pick up the Nidhogg at extreme ranges, at the same time flicking
the sensor display to its maximum range, that was when he saw it a dark area, as in no determinable readings, extending out from the edge of the Utarro system out to the maximum scanning range. This was a problem anywhere you couldn't see in to clearly was a potential hiding place for the enemy, and this hiding place led right up to their back door. Simon decided on first running the scan on
through different frequencies and spectrum as he could hoping one of them would be clear before alerting Col. Harrison, he ran the scan every way this station would allow, still no determinable readings.

He turned and in a flat tone he informed his CO "Sir You have to see this." he beckoned him over and pointed to the area he was describing "We may have a problem with were we've parked see this. I've run this scan through every frequency and spectrum possible on this terminal, still nothing. I recommend running this down to the boys in sensor operations see if they can come up with a way to see through it, 'cos until we can i can't guarantee the safety of anyone on the ship or the planet let alone the mission."

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[Samarra Blackwell]

1348
Utarro
Asgard Research Facility

Honestly, Marra zoned out halfway through his little 'rectifying' speech. She didn't really care. He was just spewing words from the sound of it. And a lot of them at that. Did that make her mean? Possibly, but she wasn't one for images. She was one for respect, and one for order. She was a Captain in the US Air Force. She had proven all she had needed to prove to those she needed to prove it to. Robert Cromin was not one of them. And, even if it made her seem like a roarin' beech, it didn't matter. She was doing her job.

Abi, on the other hand, was great. Her quirky little comments kept Marra from dropkicking Cromin right then and there. Did she just smirk? Thank god there was some comedic relief on this mission. She watched as the young lady worked, deciphering the codes used to protect some of the Asgard's most protected data.

"See if you can put that on the display screen," Marra said, pointing to the intel streaming across the screen. "The coding isn't going to show up right on the tablet. Apparently, Vista isn't compatible with the Asgard operating system...or anything for that matter." The last bit was slightly muttered, half humorous and half serious.

<Tag Abi>

As the characters started floating across the screen, Samarra placed her hand on one of the jewel devices, directing it to each file. As Abi worked, more 'files' popped up on the screen, and Marra smiled. "It's all here. I'll just do a quick read through on some of the material to make sure we're fitting most of the vital information onto the hard drive." Glancing at Abi, she added, "I'll see if anything is tagged as 'pants' as well."

<Tag Abi>

With a smirk, she began flitting through the data, using her limited knowledge of the Asgard language to make out important words and phrases. As the hard drive was nearing 7%, she realized just how much data was being transported. Hmm...may need another, just in case.

Tapping her comm, she opened it to the bridge's channel.

-This is Blackwell. We've begun the download of priority data, but it's going to take a while. We may even need another external hard drive. These guys apparently didn't believe in compressing their files. How is everything up there?-

<Tag Davidson>

She could feel Cromin's eyes watching her as she made the transmission, but if he made so much as a peep about it, she would tie him to a neon sign and float it out above the facility to grab the Niddhogg's attention. Completely ignoring his looks, she waited for the return transmission and refocused back on the files, separating them by levels of importance.

[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1349
Utarro
Asgard Research Facility

Captain Cromin watched as Blackwell and Abi got got busy doing what they both enjoyed doing. It seemed that they had a system that was working for them and he did his best to be out of their way because it seemed some how that they they had started off on a bad note. He had tried to be friendly and funny but somehow that did not work and in the past he had tried to be all business and he also had clashes with people too. Anyways Cromin decided he would just be himself and let things flow that way from that perpective.

Abi Ely even commented on his radio comments to the security team when he told them to report any wierd activity. She said “But I thought that was your job – not hers. So technically that means you’re going back on your word on how you just said that you’ll let her do her job and you do yours, by forcing some of your work on Capt’ Marra.” Cromin who was caught off gaurd by the comment looked confused wondering where that was coming from. The Captain said smiling "Let's not get crazy Abi, we have two departments here, Security and Intelligence. It only makes sense that both department heads go through any intel found to make sure that from both perspectives everything is on point. I know we might have started off on the wrong foot and for that I apologize, i wasn't as funny as i had thought, again my apologies. In fact let us begin afresh, hello I am Captain Robert Cromin of the USAF, Aenied's Chief of Security, pleasure to meet you"


<Tag Abi>


Barely seconds after he finished speaking, a call came over the radio saying "Sir this is Sergeant Blaine, team 6, the engineers tell me that they have detected a blind spot in space, and we cannot tell what might be happening there. They call it Dark Space, that means anything can be happening there and we would not know. The Asgard Sensors indicate that there is a wide range of energy fluctuations which is normal in such situations but it can also mask any ongoing activity" The Captain hearing this tapped his earpiece and said "Copy that, I am on my way." He called out to his unofficial XO Lt Reynolds "Reynolds please take over for me here, I need to go check something out" and then turning to Captain Blackwell he said "Hey Sammy, ugh . . . sorry Captain Blackwell, something just came in over the radio, I am going to check it out, you wanna come along?"

<Tag Blackwell>

[Simon "Lanky" Davidson]

1349
Aeneid
Bridge


He was just about to advise the surface team about their unfortunate development when a transmision came through, Capt. Blackwell gave an update, asked for hard drives, then inquired about the Aenied in the space of a sentence. -"Capt. Blackwell, Davidson, I heard the Asgard kept a lot of notes, I'll send two drives down just in case, hows that sound"

<Blackwell>

"Up here we've run into a slight snag we've got a dark spot on the sensors, where we can't get any determinable readings from which is a worry for obvious reasons, but we've got people on it and hopeful they should come up with something, but the Colonel is saying get the trap set up ASAP in case we have to pull you out."

<Blackwell>

"Space surrounding it is clear and has been since we got here, so there's no immediate danger but you don't need me to tell you that can change." Davidson broke off communications, contacted the Quartermaster and arranged for the hard drives "Blackwell, Davidson, sending you the hard drives they should be with you now." While he was talking Simon was running the scan through all the different methods he had previous still nothing, it was all ways going to be nothing, Simon felt helpless and frustrated how was he supposed to keep an eye out for trouble when he couldn't see. all he could do was watch the remaining clear area and hope that not being to see that area was not confined to the Aenied and because of that any ship would steer clear.

<tag any>

[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

1351
Aeneid
Bridge

Captain Destiny Andre was still wearing some battle scars from the last mission that was taken. Not only that, but she had gotten two big lectures for going back out against orders, and for endangering another person's life. The pilot was lucky that Harrison was a good friend or she would have had it, but that didn't mean he let her completely off the hook. The young woman was to stay within his sight at all times and basically was confined to flying the Aeneid now, not a 302 if they were needed.

As she sat there, manning the bigger ship, she allowed her mind to wander. Yeah it was stupid thing she had done, but it also pissed her off how mad everyone got about it. Wasn't that what their job was? To help others and leave no man behind? Nolen needed her help. He was stranded and the ship seemed to be going squat about it. That was her best friend and superior officer. There was no way that Destiny about was to leave him out there alone. He even gave the lecture about playing hero. This hadn't been about playing hero. If anything, Des hated when people did that. This had been about helping a friend in need. Why couldn't anyone see that? She knew that anyone, especially Nolen and Jonathon, would do the very same thing if it had been her, and yet she got a lecture and now wasn't allowed to fly for awhile. Wow, she sounded like an adolescent that just gotten in trouble with the parents.

Letting out a sigh, the auburn woman just nodded as Jonathon gave her the instruction, manuvering the ship the way he wanted it go. Surprised he trusts me with this big ship, when right now I can't go near the smaller ones, she thought, barely listening to anyone of the conversations around her. Right now, her mind wasn't fully in the misson and this captain knew she had to focus. The last thing she needed was something else bad to go wrong because she wasn't paying attention or going against orders. She was already still in deep trouble for the stunt she pulled.

<Tag Harrison, Nolen, Anyone>

[Samarra Blackwell]

1350
Utarro
Asgard Research Facility

Cromin? Leaving?? Best thing she had heard all day. She was sure the guy was alright in the end, but she didn't think about it right now. Was it her problem that she like to be a bit more formal with those she worked with? Not in her eyes. There were a few people she could actually relax around. Strangely, those usually included females. Sam, Des, and Abi (so it would seem now), namely. And Skeie...though she still couldn't bring herself to a first-name basis. After all, she probably bugged him, since it was her job for the most part to report to him. Just because they had been locked in a dark room for a couple hours didn't mean they spent the next few days weaving friendship bracelets. This wasn't summer camp! This was space. The Final Frontier...

Whoa...where did that come from? Oh lord. Could Abi be rubbing off on her already? So many train of thoughts couldn't be healthy. Or could it? Meh. The task at hand. Cromin. Walking away.

"No, no, no. You go have your fun with your team. Abi and I have it handled here, and the Technical Team seems to be coming along. I think we're set. Radio in if you need anything. Mkay?" She couldn't tell if her voice sounded genuine or not. It was...a little. About the whole him going off down a long corridor, even though there was still a decent chance he would be coming back. Ah well. Even 5 minutes would be fine.

<Tag Cromin>

After a moment, her comm activated again with an incoming transmission from Lt. Davidson. Hm...strange he didn't respond faster. Was something up?

-Capt. Blackwell, Davidson, I heard the Asgard kept a lot of notes, I'll send two drives down just in case, hows that sound?-

-Sounds great, Lieutenant. Thanks for that. Is something going on up there? Your transmission was slightly delayed.- As she waited for his return transmission, she watched Abi click through the files again. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she realized there was a phrase that kept coming up in several consecutive chunks of data, but she didn't know it. Hm...that was peculiar...

"Abi, can you collect these files and set them aside for a little bit?" she requested right after ending her transmission, [/b]"I want to give them a closer look."[/b]

<Tag Abi>

-Up here we've run into a slight snag we've got a dark spot on the sensors, where we can't get any determinable readings from which is a worry for obvious reasons, but we've got people on it and hopeful they should come up with something, but the Colonel is saying get the trap set up ASAP in case we have to pull you out.-

Well, that's not good. Sitting on a known hub of Asgard intelligence in a galaxy that was crawling with not-so-nice people was not her idea of a good time. This made it seem a bit stickier. Honestly, she knew that she were the one sitting in the Communications room and she felt blind, she would probably be holding church on the bridge in front of Col. Harrison. Oh yeah, it had happened before.

-Are we in any immediate danger?- Samarra asked, turning around to watch the other members of the team. Tony and Sam were working on the time-dialation machine while the alien tech specialist, Saoise, was tinkering with the Niddhogg distress beacon. Two security officers walked around as well, glancing in the nooks and crannies of the facility. These people were her responsibility. Well, hers and Cromin's. Actually, more of Cromin's, what with his whole 'keep people safe' thing going on. None the less, she was still a superior officer here. She needed her people to be safe. If there was a risk that anything was to go wrong, she needed to know.

-Space surrounding it is clear and has been since we got here, so there's no immediate danger but you don't need me to tell you that can change.- A dark grin crossed her lips at his words. He was right; she knew all too well. -Blackwell, Davidson, sending you the hard drives they should be with you now.

A bright flash next to her caused the security officers to whirl around, their weapons raised. Samarra raised her hand, then waved it for them to lower their weapons. God, they were jumpy. But, she supposed working with Cromin would do that to you, what with all the death threats and whatnot. Heh. Both took a bit of a sigh, then returned to what they were doing. Samarra shook her head and clicked her comm.

-They're here. Thanks again, Lieutenant. Also, if you see Captain Laboy, tell him he needs to order some of Cromin's men to get some R & R.-, she teased, grinning as she said so. -Cromin's got them all wound up. They're jumping at their own shadows down here.- Luckily, the men were out of earshot, but she was sure Abi heard and was probably getting a good snicker out of it.

<Tag Davidson>

-Anywho, we'll check at the time previously scheduled. Keep us posted if anything changes up there. Blackwell, out.-

Turning back to Abi and the screen, she returned her focus back to the mysterious files. Pointing them out on the big screen, she asked the young linguist, "Do you know what this word means? Maybe we should cross reference it with some of the others, try to figure it out in context." She tilted her head, trying to rack her brain for any hint. Nothing.

<Tag Abi, Team, Bridge>