Episode Seven: Reign (Part 1)

[John "Cutty" Cutter]

1300
Briefing Room
Prometheus

Cutty and Honey walked into the briefing room and quickly found seat along the back wall. As Cutty got settled in his seat, Honey reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. They had had a lot of time together, but not much of it was quality time. One or the other of them, or as in the case of the last mission, was hospitalized or recovering from minor injuries. From the earlier briefings, Cutty realized this was going to be the toughest and most dangerous mission to date.

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[Blaine Rice]

1300
Briefing Room
Prometheus

Rice stepped into the briefing room. He found him a spot with the rest of SD-3 and took a seat. He had seen many of the people in the room before in the SDC during his tour but most of them he never had the honor of working with. As he looked around all branches of the U.S. military and some from other countries were represented. HE knew that like himself these were the best and brightest earth had to offer. He also knew that the mission at hand would require every ounce of skill they all had to offer. No one would play a small part in this mission. No one would just do enough to get by in this mission. He knew everyone like himself would go that extra mile to get this thing done.

Soon a wry grin comes across his face as he asks,"We all ready to get this party started?"

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[Robert "Jackal" Walker]

1300

As they all entered the room for their final briefing, Walker was still going over all the intelligence they had gathered about Bactra from several cloaked puddle jumpers over the last few days. It would be a risky mission and the Colonel had his doubts, but he would follow his orders unless they put his team at unnecessary risk.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a bright blue flash beamed him, Captain Logan, Colonel Loveridge, Major O'Malley, Commander Garcia, and Captain Leah to the Iliad's briefing room.

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OOC: Those mentioned, please post aboard the Iliad

[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1300
BC-303 Prometheus
The Bridge -> Briefing room

When the order came, Tim grabbed his back pack and trailed along with the rest of the teams, hoping that the one up front knew where he, or she, was going.

He found a seat close to the rest of SD3 and sat down for further instructions – that never came.
A bright blue light – and his CO, XO among others were beamed off to God only knew where…

He turned to Rice a couple of seats away and looked at him with a frown, holding his palms up in a questionable gesture, while mouthed ‘What?’

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[Marcus Garret]

1300

Marcus trundled along with the rest of the SD teams, shifting the weight of his gear around a bit as he moved. He tightened a few straps and buckles, and soon had his gear where he was comfortable with it. The room had run out of seats by the time he entered, so he leaned back against one of the walls in an out-of-the-way corner.

When most of the top brass was beamed out, he was rather surprised by the turn of events, and immediately looked to Master Sergeant Blaine Rice, wondering what was going on. With his CO and XO gone for the moment, the Master Sergeant was the one he would look to for guidance.

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[cameron]

1300
BC-303 Prometheus
Briefing room

"Yes sir, I was briefed for a few moments before we reached this galaxy." Carlos responded respectfully to the Colonel then followed behind the rest of his team members to the briefing room. Carlos stood against one of the ones near the back of the room. Looking to the side he saw another man whom he knew was on his team. An enlisted Air Force man but Carlos did not know his name.

He remained quiet as the rest of the personnel filed into the room and then watched as all of the brass suddenly disappeared out of the room. Quirking his eyebrow slightly in a confused matter he shook his head slightly wondering if this is what happened all the time. "Oy vey. What have I gotten myself into?"

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[Blaine Rice]

1300

Rice gave his attention to Walker as the briefing was ready to begin. Soon though the briefing stopped before it could get started as he and several other officers were suddenly swept away in the bathing blue light of a transporter beam. He looked at his other SD-3 team members. Foster and Garret both looked to Rice because he was the senior NCO.

But he was as at a loss as anyone. He didn't let it show though. He kept himself calm, as he instructed the others to do the same. "Alright let's keep our wits about ourselves. Garret,Foster I think we need to go to the bridge and see if we can figure out what happened here."

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[Beatrice "Honey" Cutter]

1300
Briefing Room

Honey inched closer to Cutty. This mission had her terrified. She was not combat trained. She had done well in all the testing. She was better with a gun then she once was but she was not a solider.

It didn't help that the only familiar face in the room was Johns. She had come to rely on the members of the team. They knew each others moves. The could anticipate where needs were.

It also didn't help that everyone was so much bigger then she was. Earlier when they were fitting her out with protective gear she had looked at herself in the smallest size and realized she looked like a turtle too small for its shell. Everyone in the room was at least a foot taller than she. Honey just wished they would get started.

[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

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BC-303 Prometheus
Briefing room

“Think I’ve got a better idea that might save us the trip, Rice…”
Tim clicked on his radio, still with his eyes on Brice, hoping he wasn’t tripping on his superior team-mates toes, but getting on the radio was the fastest way to find out what the h3ll was going on.
[radio] “Delta-three-three to the Bridge… Several officers and civilians were just beamed out of the Briefing room… Please advice…”[/radio]

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[Chris Hatfield]

1300
Briefing Room
Prometheus


Chris was beamed frim the surface directly to the Briefing room just in time to see a blue flas wisk his CO and Chief Medical Officer away. He saw John and Honey sitting along the back wall and approached them with a soft smile, giving him a sense of false comfort. He thought back to the letters that he wrote back on the base and knew that things were in order if this mission headed south for him. As he neared John and Honey he could see she looked nervous and anxious and said, "You alright?" He nodded a greeting at Cutty as he waited for Honey's answer.

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[Beatrice "Honey" Cutter]

1300
Briefing Room
Prometheus


Honey smiled nervously at Chris. He was so much more at peace with himself these days. His brother's presence seemed to suit him.

Honey considered briefly whether to be honest or to make a joke. She went with honesty.

A small tear formed at the corner of her eye. Oh Chris I am so worried that this might be the end for one or all of us. I don't know if I can kill anyone. And well Andy and Will are great but we all almost died the only time we have been out together and all these other are just so big and ..... She felt Cutters arm go around her in a protective fashion. She stopped her verbal barrage and looked from his eyes to Chris's. Do either of you think I could ever forgive myself if anything happened to the team?

She stopped realizing her voice was carrying. She could see her feelings reflected around the room. The member of SG3 had the look also. Surprisingly this reassured her. Their were two families here. They would work together. They had the same goal

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[Chris Hatfield]

1300
Prometheus
Briefing Room


Chris listened to Honey tell him she was worried about the team and when she stopped he gave her a soft smile and said, "You are not alone in your fears and concerns. I too share that fear that this may be the end for at least one of us. I believe that you may forgive yourself, but not right away. I think that you will be fine. You are a survivor, a fighter. I know that in your heart you will find the strength to do what needs to be done." Chris paused momentarily to let his words sink in, not only for Honey, but for those who were listening in to their conversation as well. "And as far as our last mission went, it was an accident. There was nothing any of us could do to prevent that avalanche of water. But we survived, and thats what matters. We are here, in the present and this is where we should stay. Eileen Caddy once said, 'Dwell not on the past. Use it to illustrate a point, then leave it behind. Nothing really matters except what you do now in this instant of time. From this moment onwards you can be an entirely different person, filled with love and understanding, ready with an outstretched hand. Though she did not say those words before being in a situation that we find ourselves in but I believe she held wisdom beyond her years. So dwell not on the past, look not into the future but remain focused on the present, and you will be fine."

Chris looked at John and continued, "And besides, you have us to help watch your back."

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[cameron]

1300
Briefing Room
Prometheus

Carlos was standing behind a couple of people whom seemed to have known each other extremly well. While he wasn't intenially listening to their conversations he did hear a few words, some being their names. The womans name appeared to be Honey, the man she was with John, and then another man who had joined them, Chris. He knew it wasn't his place but seeing the look on the womans face and then after hearing the words come from the older man's mouth Carlos spoke up.

"Pardon me Senorita but I was always taught that it is in times like these that true bravery and courage shine through." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Las estrellas son siempre allí pero nosotros los perdemos en la tierra y nubes. Nosotros los perdemos en las tempestades. Dígalos recordar la esperanza. Tenemos la esperanza." As he spoke those words in his native tounge a small smile crossed his face. "'The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope.' Those words have gotten me through hard times Senorita, and hopefully they will help you as well."

That was the last he said to her before falling silent once again. He knew that he probably over-stepped some boundaries by talking to people he did not know but he felt as if she needed to hear those few words, even if she did not understand it just then he knew that she would.

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[Kevin "Hawk" Phillips]

1300
Briefing Room
Prometheus

Kevin listened as the enlisted personnel tried to figure out what was going on and he chuckled slightly. Stepping forward he held up his hand for silence. "The upper brass were beamed out by one of our fellow ships. Last minute mission update or something like that I am guessing. That is what I was just told before coming into here. So just sit tight and our commanders will be back in a bit."

That was all Kevin had to say before he stepped back and leaned his back up against the wall as he let out a small sigh. He was the only officer in the room and he had to admit that he felt a little out of place so the less talking he did the better.

[Andy Buchanan]

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Briefing Room
Prometheus

"Um, excuse me?"

The voice was hesitant and uncertain, very, very British and sounded more than a tad bewildered.

"With the very greatest of respect," said Andy, "I'm still pretty new to this gaff. I have no idea exactly who's the officer in charge right now, for which I really apologise about. But I'd be pretty happy if someone would reassure me that my CO and team mate are OK and haven't been beamed off for some sort of Kirk a'la Star Trek showdown on some distant planet somewhere..."

His light humour barely hid the anxiety. Andy, introvert as he was, had taken time to grow used to his own team and now here he was, thrust inexplicably amongst unfamilar faces. It unnerved him, and the tension was evident in his voice.

"Like I say," he repeated. "I apologise if I'm speaking out of turn, but exactly who should I be addressing anything to until my CO returns - and I sincerely hope that someone is about to tell me that he will return."

He ran his hand across his close-crop of hair, a nervous gesture that gave away just how unsettled he was by this turn of events.

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