Season Three Premier: Resurrection (Part I)

[Kent McKillop]

Dig Site
City of Akrotiri Exterior
1100

It was times like these that Kent wondered why he'd agreed to join the Stargate program.

Rising from the ground he allowed himself to stretch, brushing the dirt off the soiled knees of his grey suit pants. Once half of a very nice tailored suit they were damaged beyond almost all recognition, but allowed their wearer an all too brief respite from the drab sage off-world uniforms the expedition's personnel were required to wear.. most of the time. Dropping the equipment he'd just been using to remove sediment from the century old oil jar he was trying to unearth, the archaeologist readjusted the rolled up sleeves for his now off-white dress shirt, reaching for the packet of cigarettes his his breast pocket. Absentmindedly he flipped open the packet and tapped it against the palm of his hand, only to learn he was out.

Just what he needed.

When the bomb smuggled by the Olympian 'god' Athena had detonated on the planet known as D2X-374, the majority of the planets surface had been flattered, strips of mountains and forests alike. Aside from the Ancient outpost the expedition now occupied - itself concealed at the time inside a mountain - their enemies had left seldom little of the planet to explore. This small dig site they'd uncovered a small walk from the Ancient city-ship appeared to be some sort of township from the original Olympian occupation of the planet, littered with the Linear B / Cuneiform-based written language Doctor Cutter had identified during the early days of the expedition as the base language of the Olympian empire.

The real teaser though had been the discovery of the much earlier written language of Linear A, which some were saying was native to a recently uncovered mythical race known as 'the Titans', enemies of the Olympians. Sadly for Kent he was having no luck uncovering any such Linear A remains, and settled himself by taking a mouthful from his canteen, the non-military issue one that contained anything but water. Cursing to himself at the growing heat as the day wore on he looked around to see if anyone else was having any more success.

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[Troy Loveridge]

Colonel Loveridge's Officer
City of Akortiri
1100

Compared to administration work and book keeping, Troy found close-quarters combat to be a relaxing walk in the park. On one side of his desk was a pile of documents neatly stacked in front of an 'IN' sign, meaning he needed to attend to them and give them a literal rubber stamp approval, before moving them onto the 'OUT' side of the desk, where they would be taken away by his aide and put into action. At the moment the problem was that the 'IN' pile was stacked high, and very little was making it to the 'OUT' area of the desk. He'd partook in occupations of enemy garrisons that had been dealt with quicker than the growing piles of paperwork that were passing over his desk.

After signing off on a request to expand the expedition's armory, the Colonel leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. When General Kepler had suggested he take a more active role in the running of the base - possibly as part of his grooming to take command - he'd expected to be leading more briefing, taking part in off-world peace negotiations, or even shipping back to Washington to deal with the paper pushers and budget committees.

Sadly, all it had meant was more paperwork for Troy.

His day dreaming was interrupted by the buzz of his intercom. "Someone to see you sir," came the voice of his aide from the desk just outside Troy's door. "Send them in," he replied, still getting used to not having his old 'open door' policy and having his day scheduled by an aide. At least his was somewhat more capable than the General's, Master Sergeant Lacey. Troy rose from the desk and moved to the door to greet his guest, glad for the brief reprieve from the work he feared would consume the better part of his day.

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[Ashley "Logan" Kale]

Chief of Communications Office
City of Akortiri
1100

Kale has been flat out working out the communications in the base over the last few months, he is walking quite well with a limp due to the injuries he gained during the battle for the original base which is in the now destroyed part of the planet and Kale has a limp that he will have to put up with for the rest of his life and so he can keep his appointments see the doctor to keep Tim his team mate happy as well as for the Doc to keep an eye on his progress in the healing process both physical and mentally.

"Hmm this is what we need to solve a tiny glitch in the Comms" Kale thought to himself as he worked through the plans of the communications network that he designed for the base well it is really a modification to simplify the existing network so it is easier for us to use.

Even though that he has been occupied with work on the base he is missing the action of being in a team but it isn't really worrying him as he is doing what he knows and is trained for which is working with 'communications equipment' but on the other hand Kale enjoys fighting with his trusty Austyer F88 in his hands, which has had a slight upgrade in regards to the grenade launcher attachment a present Kale received on his Promotion to Captain from the Australian Army Command for use in 'what ever he was doing over in the states' (and yes that is exactly what was in the note that come with the gift) a very handy and useful gift which he will use and he can't wait to use it.

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(OOC: I hope I am not too rusty in my posting, but it is a start)

[Chris Hatfield]

Colonel Loveridge's Office
City of Akortiri
1102

Chris walked in holding two cups of coffee, granted it was the typical coffee on base, but since the last time he was on earth he managed to buy a few boxes of starbucks cups he figured it would add a nice addition to the commisary, sadly the cases were just about gone and he had only gotten them a week ago. Though the uniforms were optional for the week Chris had grown accustomed to the BDU's that were standard for all personel. today he was sporting a set of black ones. He smiled at the Colonel and thought about the long hard way they had travled to get here, the many battles that were fought. He still had that nagging reminder in his head from his trip to the great big diner in the sky.

"Hey Troy. Figured you could use a break, Coffee?" Chris asked, trying to beat around the bushes for a few. He had been doing some translations from the database that they had uncovered, and he had indeed found something but there was something off about it.

Chris had been translating the Ancient language since shortly after the Atlantis Expedition went underway. With Dr. Jackson as his mentor and supervisor Chris had made some great strides in the translations on the Ancient outpost in Antarctica. But there was something strange about the language in the database that he was trying to translate, something that didnt seem right to him. There was something missing.

Chris sat down and prepared to brief Troy on the subject, since General Kepler seemed to be otherwise occupied with the new recruits.

Chris still didnt know what to expect in the translations but he was following the request of his friend, and there was something about it that kept him at it, a bit of a mystery. Chris had been working on the translations for nearly a month, and still barely scratched the surface of what was there. Plus all the gobble de gook that he had just run into had him all the more baffled, he hadnt slept in the last two days cause it was puzzling him, as with most puzzles they were an obsession of the former agent, slash anthropologist.

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[Jerry Garcia]

Colonel Loveridge's Office
City of Akortiri
1102

Jerry had just finished his walk around the base, checking security and make sure there were no loose ends. Pooja was off doing her own work, so he decided to head toward Troys' office.

The nightmares still came of their own volition, and it was terribly annoying when they interrupted his life the way they did. He sorely wished for a way to get them under some semblance of control.

He entered what served as the HQ building these days and entered Troys' outer office. The aide looked up as Jerry walked in and came to attention. At ease. Is he in? Jerry didn't even wait for an answer, Yes sir, but he's.....
before walking in.

Troy. Oh sorry, didn't realize you were in a meeting. Hatfield turned as Jerry entered. Hi Chris. How goes it?

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[Pooja Garcia]

Dig Site
City of Akrotiri Exterior
1102

Arriving just at the entrance of the dig, Pooja let her bag hit the ground witha large thud, as her eyes asserted the area. It hadn’t changed much from the time it was found. The events of the last time she had stood in the place hung in the air, she could smell the fresh earth that had been dug out. Could remember the last time she had the same smell into her system. Having recollection, it reminded Garcia why she didn’t wanted to come back here. The last set of memoires of Mack made her eyes sting with unshed tears. The void his absents had left was dark and hollow. Taking few deep breaths she extracted the happy memories. It had been on this planet that Jerry and she had started out, even at that time it was only as friends. With a promise of more she recalled, but she had gotten much more than the more part. That brought a smile to her face.

Feeling a little less sore with the area, Pooja took a step forward. Eyes were already scanning and spotted a man with a dress shirt which was accumulated with dirt, soil and earth. Looking at the face carefully, she made him out to be Doctor Kent McKillop, Delta sites original archaeologist. While there hadn’t been much interaction between them, she had heard a great deal on the man. Mostly a good parts.

Deciding to see if there was anything he found she could help with, she walked over, “Doctor McKillop,” she greeted him, while bending down to her knees, “Would you like any help?”

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[Tony Hansford]

City of Akrotiri
Power Room
1103

Tony has been on Earth for the past 6 months working on the Nemesis, most of its main systems had to be built from scratch, he had the job of making those systems. He got a week to spend time just 'exploring' the planet he had left in his mind, now he had bigger things to worry about. The Ancient city found on the planet the expedition had started on, under their noses. Tony had been transferred from the Aeneid specifically to study the city and see if anything special needs attention.

He spent the first few weeks settling in, getting to know his way around the systems of the city and trying to 'bond' with everyone. He hadn't seen Kamarov for a while, and missed the Russians strong accent. Just what I need right now, an old ass firewall keeping me out of a system, gotta love the Ancients.., he thought to himself as he pushed his chair away from the console.

After what happened on the Nidhogg prison ship, he hadn't been the same, doctors told him the 'bug' they implanted onto his brain was unremovable. He had become somewhat detached from society, his shrink told him to do the opposite.

He stood up and paced around for a second, coming to a stop at the generator, picking up his tablet he plugged the connector into the socket. Hope this works.., he thinks to himself as he presses the button to activate the program he had spent the past 3 weeks writing. He looks up and turns around the the screen, spotting new areas on the city's map a smile comes to his face, Finally, more stuff to occupy myself.

City of Akrotiri
Mainframe
1109

The mainframe was the epicenter of the city, the network for the city, basically a massive computer core, as well as where most of the hard work still had to be done. Cracking an old Ancient system on Atlantis was hard enough, but this system was far worse. Tony was forced to bring one of the devices he'd been working on at Area 51 in-between the Nemesis and everything else. It was what he called "Eddy", an AI interfaced into the city, originally he designed it for Atlantis, but the system wasn't really needed.

"Eddy, can you bring up the communications network for me, I need to relay a message to the Colonel", Tony asks as the hologram appears before him, "Why yes, I will bring the system up for you", Eddy replies as a holographic screen appears infront of Tony, showing a screen with 'Dialling' plastered over it, hoping that the Colonel would see a version of the screen himself would be nice to see.

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[Samarra Blackwell]

Control Room
City of Akrontiri
1102

"I know they want to touch the new things, but we have to take baby steps," Marra said at the scientist on the monitor, who was attempting this best puppy-dog eyes. His eager explanation of why they should turn on the certain consoles should have been pretty convincing, but unfortunately she would have to let him down. However, she would let him down gently.

"We've been flexing the city's muscles pretty regularly, but we don't want to push it," she said, sounding more like a medic than an officer at the moment. It made her grin inwardly. Continuing, she added, "I'll see if I can get confirmation to activate that lab once we know we have a steady amount of power to reroute over there." After all the shields were holding off an entire mountain, at least until they could get it excavated. It was a pretty well known fact. As of right now, they were essentially an ant hill, with little people scurrying around on the inside and folks on the outside cleaning her up. Akrontiri.

After a bit more banter between her and the screen, she signed off, and rubbed the back of her neck. Here, she realized that part of her hair had fallen out of her ponytail. Time for a readjustment. Tapping the screen, she brought up the mirror image of herself. Tugging at the band, she let her hair fall, and flipped it upside-down, collecting it at the crown of her head. Holding it in place with one hand, she fished around in her pocket for a couple bobby pins to keep the back part from falling again. Finally, she secured the elastic band around her hair, and gave it a once over. Yup. Lookin' good!

Tapping the screen again, it brought up an outline of the city, some in green, some in blue. The green areas were areas that had been excavated, while the blue still remained under the soil. Monitoring the progress. That's what she was doing. That, as well as keeping an eye on the systems that were running, the power levels, and keeping track of incoming and outgoing wormholes and their scheduling. In other words, blah blah blah...busy work.

Fun. But still busy work. Where's an entertaining linguist when you need one? Or a sarcastic medical officer? Or a pesky commanding officer to annoy? Nope, nothing but keyboards clicking and percentages being called out every 15 minutes.

[James Calmara]

1103
Dig Site
City of Akrotiri Exterior


Lifting another shovel full from the spoil heap at the side of the excavation then emptying on to a sieve mounted on a frame. At a motion from one of the expedition ‘history doctors’ he stepped back and nearer to the edge of pit. Planted the shovel into the ground Calmara folded both hands over the butt of the handle and rested his chin.

He gazed at the Ancient outpost, his mind drifting back to the night they first discovered it, perfectly disguised a underneath mountain and the epic battle that followed. The roar of Olympian fighters’ overhead and heavy Anti-Aircraft railgun fire, along with calls for aid and the barking of orders from various expedition members still echoed in his mind.

Back in the here and now Calmara dislodged a clod of soil from his leg with side of a boot, further marking the once blue base uniform he wore. He’d asked to out come and help rather than been assigned. Anyway most of the ‘toys’ they brought back from the Alcarans were mostly up and running and after being shut in for nearly a month working on those few things, getting out in the fresh air and throwing dirt around made for a change and was quite enjoyable if a little warm he blew at a bead of sweat that had found is way to the end of his nose.

Calmara cast about for his canteen, noticing another Academic, Dr Garcia if memory served him right, joined the dig and start talking with another ‘history doctor’ Mckillop. He glanced back to the sieve the soil was nearly gone now and some of those working it started things pulling out, chattering excitedly. Calmara imagined this is what he looked like when some one used the phrase ‘advanced technology’ together with ‘would you like a go?’. He then called out to Mckillop “Hey Doc these guys have found more bits of things, you want a look now or just putting with the others for later?”he waited a response while getting ready to move another load of soil to the sieve.

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[Kent McKillop]

Dig Site
City of Akrotiri Exterior
1100

Kent took another swig from his unauthorized hip flask, allowing the sweet brown liquid inside to wash down the back of his throat. He'd been pulled up before about drinking when he was on duty, but the honest truth was it was the only thing that got him through the day. That and the fact that he was a civilian here under his own free will; the air force might control his pay checks, but Kent held his knowledge of the SGC would be more than enough leverage to secure a separation from service pensions should they decide to try and kick him out. Taking one final mouthful he returned the flash to the pocket of his soiled grey suit pants.

"Doctor McKillop," asked Doctor Garcia, the resident expedition sociologist, as she approached him. "Would you like any help?" Looking down at the oil jar he'd just unearthed the archaeologist shook his head. "Just another Linear B vase," he replied, erecting a small numbered flag next to the find. One of the more junior members of the group who'd just arrived and was filled with the excitement and energy Kent had lost over the last two and a half years in this galaxy would take care of excavating the find fully. "Any luck in your area?"

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A voice from the other side of the site called out to Kent, and the doctor went to investigate. "Hey Doc these guys have found more bits of things, you want a look now or just putting with the others for later?" asked one of the military personnel assigned to the dig team. Kent looked the man in the face, and while he couldn't recall his first name, he picked 'Calmara' off the soldiers uniform. "Now what do we have here... Sergeant," Kent asked rhetorically, taking a stab in the dark at the man's rank based on his age. The truth was, even if he'd been wearing rank insignia, Kent wouldn't have known what they mean. Crouching down onto the ground, Kent brushed some soil away and examined the find, leaving room for others to join him.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

F-302 Flight Simulation room
City of Akrotiri
1102

Captain Cromin stood in front of the other Pilots in the sim room as their discussion went back and forth. He had been tasked in addition to his many other duties to instruct the pilots that they had with them on the F-302's and it's worthiness as an interceptor. He instructed them on aerial combat strategies and the adaptability of the 302 in combat.


Captain Cromin continued his instruction saying "As you all know by now when the experimental X-302 was added to Earth's fleet, it became officially known as the F-302 fighter-interceptor. A space-worthy fighter-interceptor aircraft reverse-engineered from Goa'uld technology but entirely human-built, unlike its predecessor, the X-301. Earth now commands a fleet of F-302s. that have been used in the defense of the planet, and they have also been stationed at off-world bases such as the Alpha Site and the Gamma Site. F-302s can seat up to two pilots and are most often used in aerial combat situations, but they are also capable of transporting and deploying objects such as satellites into orbit and so on and so forth" Cromin coughed, drank some water and he continued "If you want a history lesson go look for Dr McKillop, right now lets talk about some action. I understand only one of you have ever flown this baby in a combat situation and the rest of you have no clue what that is like. Today I am here to educate you on that topic but regardless of what we do here today, there is absolutely no comparison to the real thing . . . so you will need to be sharp in every way, you have no time to freeze because if you do, it will be your last. In a little bit we will have our first aerial war games, I will be in command of the black squardron and Lt Tyler will command the blue. Any questions so far . . . no ok lets us continue "


Cromin spent sometime talking about the capabilities of the 302 and possible scenerios and attack plans.

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[Fiala Skala]

Control Room
City of Akrontiri
1103

Fiala felt pretty good with her self, not been in the city that long and felt that she knew the city pretty well. The problem was that with this city was having to finding interesting things to do, other than digging in the dirt and that become mundane. Like a call from the heaven a voice came over the radio.
Food for Blackwell and Fiala's digging in the dirt had ended. With in minutes she was on radio and on the way to save the day.
A twist, a turn, up a flight of stairs and down another. When getting food which was for Blackwell, she had made sure to grab her share her self. She had spend most the morning in a pit and as hot as hell.

Her hips swinged from side to side as she hummed away a song which her daughter had played what seemed to be every second of each day she was on leave. As she hummed , every once in awhile she'd sing out a few words which she could remember. As her hips swang, passerby's would throw out strange looks. But Fiala just brushed it as she kept her mind on much needed food.

Fiala just seemed to burst in to the room heading direct over to Blackwell to whom she only mat once or twice.
" I bring food and drink," which she placed on a counter next to Blackwell. Pulling a chair up, Fiala dug in to the food dividing it in to two portions with two flasks of placing some water for Blackwell on the table.
" So hows your quest going, I hear you've been at this for a while." Fiala said, by passing that her mouth was full as she spoke. "Forgiveme but I needed this."

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[Pooja Garcia]

Dig Site
City of Akrotiri Exterior
1104

She bend down to study the vase, the design of it was different to the one she saw the other day once it was unearthed and logged into the books, but pattern on it was near identical. It also looked in a way to be a bit more, well the word expensive came to mind. It was odd the whole place was showed signs of being intermixed when it likely came to class. Or the society didn’t’ seem to have the concept of lower, middle or upper.

Her head looked up when Kent spoke again, “Well from what team there,” she pointed to the northwest area, “unearthed is well, I wouldn’t called it exciting, but it’s interesting. Two different plates, different patterns, Also I assume two different porcelain wise made, gives the evidence of an intermixed civilization. I mean I doubt they knew the difference between lower, middle and upper classes. Even if they did, I don’t think they paid much attention to it.

Since I’m talking from Sociology point of view, I don’t think I’m going to make much sense to you here, Doctor McKillop. Then again I don’t even know why we are unearthing all this.” She knew that this - the trace of a civilization - came before the arrival of the Ancient City of the Atlanteans. So far anything they had unearthed showed no connection to the Ancients at all. Which actually didn’t make sense. Or maybe she was missing the whole point.

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Hearing Clamara talking, she turned head his way, she followed Kent’s lead, and waited for James to explain.

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[Vanessa Collins]

Doctor Collin’s Office
City of Akortiri
1102 - 1104

Get him into your office.

Was the first line Vanessa read of the letter. A baffled frown drew on her brows, who? What? When? She had just arrived in the room and hadn’t had a chance to look at her appointments or the people who were going to be seeing her. All in all; the entire request was a little odd. Blinking Vanessa walked over to the small counter where her coffee machine was and pours the dark strong liquid. Pumping into her system she knew she would be alert in few minutes.

Her eyes scanned down to the senders name, and had to chuckle, if Pooja though Vanessa was ever able to bring her husband into her office, she had another surprise in store. In the past three years she hadn’t had much luck in getting the three senior officers into her little world for a talk, and had the mind to know better. In fact even Frank hadn’t come into her office from the time she had set foot on Delta Site, unless if it was to bring to the control room or something. Sighing she read the rest of the letter, and knew what was going through the Commanders mind. She knew from her own experience, just how many nightmares one could have. She knew what Kat and Des went through, understood the guilt.

Unless Jerry came to her on his accord, she wasn’t going to order him, even though she could outrank him as the Base Psychologist. She was aware that he needed some sessions, but the man closed up like a glued book. She didn’t know how to get him to open up to her. Shrinks in general weren’t his cup of tea.

Giving another sigh, she booted her computer and got to work. Kat was showing signs of Major improvements. As for Destiny, Vanessa had left the Captain in the hands of another Military Psychologist. Delta Site wasn’t a place for Andre at the moment. Clearing Andre for duty would depend on how well she was going. A session with the other Psychologist, Destiny and herself would determine that. Frank was contented with whole thing.

Opening a MS word, she began typing.

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[Troy Loveridge]

Colonel Loveridge's Officer
City of Akortiri
1104

Crossing to the other side of his office, Troy greeted Chris with a firm handshake. The two hadn't worked together for quite some time, not since before Chris's stint back on Earth with the NID or Department of Homeland Security, and with all his recent paperwork the Colonel had removed himself from the off-world team roster, resulting in him seeing less and less of the SD team personnel. "Always looking for an excuse to get away from this," Troy replied to Chris's greeting, and took a seat in one of chairs to the site of his office which encircled a small coffee table covered in documents. Pushing the documents to one side he invited the doctor to sit, preferring a casual chat with his old friend then a formal one across his desk.

Just as the anthropologist was about to start, Commander Garcia entered the office, seemingly against the wishes of Troy's aide. The sergeant followed Jerry into the office, though knew there was little he could do to stop the career Navy SEAL even if he'd wanted to. Waving the aide away Troy pulled up another chair so Jerry could join them. "Never mind Sergeant Denning in the future," the Colonel explained. "You too never need an appointment; door's always open."

On the small coffee table Chris had laid out a series of photographs and sheets of paper covered in strange alien symbols. Even though he couldn't read them, Troy recognized some of them as being the Olympian written language, along with strange new letters he'd never seen before. "This the latest from the dig outside the city?" he asked.

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