Season Three Premier: Resurrection (Part I)

[Samarra Blackwell]

Control Room
City of Akrontiri
1105

Watching as little edges of blue slowly turn green on the east side of the mountain, she thought about the folks out there in the sweltering heat, shoveling away. That was her last week. Everyone pulled their fair share around here. However, some people still insisted on her 'taking it easy'. Cough, O'MALLEY, Cough. It had been months and she had recovered very well, both physically and psychologically. Granted, it would be a long long time before she was back in the form she once was, but none the less, a little bit of manual labor never hurt anyone. Nonetheless, she found herself inside more often than not. O'Malley blamed it on her skill sets being needed in the control room, but she knew his ties with certain people who had a certain control over assignments. Loony Brit...

After a while, Marra checked her watch and grinned. It was that time again. That squeaky little tech at the power level monitors would give a status report in exactly 3....2....1.....

"Power levels stable. Shields at 72% and holding. Primary systems at 83%. Minor fluxuation at 1057 from Level 14, unidentified laboratory. All life support and necessary systems operational." The tech scribbled down a time on a checksheet. The captain leaned forward, propping herself on her crossed arms as she looked at the young tech.

"You know, I have a plan," she said, smiling slightly, "How about, instead of every 5 minutes, we stretch it out to...every hour or so. Or unless I ask you. Or if your buddies down on level 14 touch anything that glows again. Sound like a plan?" The tech blinked and nodded. Marra smiled at the tech and crossed the room. As she did so, a female officer entered the room with something that smelled...well, interesting.

"I bring food and drink," the woman said, her voice thickly accented. Eastern European. This triggered an old habit from her CIO days, where she shuffled through her mental file cabinet, trying to retrieve the woman's name. After studying her face, she recalled her name...and how hopeless she had been at attempting to pronounce it. Shoot.

"Thank you," she said, smiling at the woman. Her clothes were mussed and covered in a light layer of dirt. Marra was sure that she was super excited to be back inside, where it was cool. Well, cool-ish. The other techies in the other lab had been fiddling with the life support temperature controls and...well..it was slightly muggy. But nothing compared to outside, so she wasn't complaining. Accepting the food she offered, she heard the woman ask about how progress was, then apologize for speaking with her mouth full.

"No, no, don't worry about it," she said, after gulping some water down. With a slight laugh, she said, "Yeah, I have been at it for a while. I don't like giving away my age though. And things are going well here. For some of these guys, it's like trying to tell a kid not to touch anything in a toy store. I feel bad sometimes, because I know I was definitely like this when I first started." Taking a few bites of the food (not that she could place exactly what it was, but whatever), she asked her, "How are things on the outside? And...how do you say your name again?"

Hey, even intelligence officers had their issues...

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[Tony Hansford]

Control Room
City of Akrontiri
1106

Tony had become bored writing endless lines of code that were only designed to make one door open. He decided to head to the control room, now staring blankly at a console he'd just activated, noticing that the fluxuations on level 14, recently identified as a lab. Tony had spent some time down there, finding a few things he's locked off so people couldn't use them, the city had to conserve power, it was doing that to a certain extent.

Tony turned to Blackwell who was on the other side of the room, "Sam, did anything strange happen when the power fluxed on level 14? I'm getting a strange reading from the level", he asked waiting for an informative reply from the Captain.

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[Jerry Garcia]

Colonel Loveridge's Office
City of Akortiri
1104

Jerry looked at the pictures from the dig that Chris had laid out. There were more things in the pictures that Jerry could not identify than there were items he could identify. It all looks Greek to me, no pun intended. He smiled as the word hung in the air. So far, the dig had produce precious little information but a lot of very important questions that all needed answers.

Frank, Chris, here is my opinion, for what its' worth. Get all the science people together, and let them all look these over. We have some of the best minds on Earth at our disposal here, so lets' use them. Jerry knew he had stated the obvious, but it all made sense.

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[Nolen "Dragon" Syaira]

F-302 Flight Simulation room
City of Akrotiri
1104

Nolen walked in to the simulator room in deep thought, Clip boards in his hands. It was a rough fight and Nolen and the squadrons had just scrapped through the fights to destroy the Olympian fleet. He stopped dead in his tracks, and sighed. A lot of good pilots had been lost and because of that Nolen and Robert had petitioned for this training type room to be set up to avoid the loss they had experienced before. Although Nolen was torn between training the new pilots and his position in the new Delta site fleet, Robert was in command of the training when Nolen was not there, and most of the time when he was to. Nolen continued towards Cromin.

"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 "

Nolen smiled as Cromin finished, "Officer on deck" he said and had the men snap to attention. "Pilots, As many of you know Captain Cromin will be taking you into a simulated war game. But don't let that soften your thought about this. Today myself, Squadron Leader Syaira, will be grading you and seeing who we need to spend more time with and what weaknesses we need to asses" He then nodded to Cromin, "Alright Pilots mount up and run through your power up sequences" he ordered them, then turned to Robert. "Robert who's our best students at the moment ?" he asked. "We may give them a little more training as Squad Leaders" he suggested looking at the rooster on his clip board.

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((OOC: Hope you don't mind Nolen joining in Robert))

[Chris Hatfield]

Colonel Loveridge's Office
City of Akortiri
1104

Chris sat facing the Colonel and they began their small talk. Jerry made his appearance, and Chris smiled. "Hey Jerry, things are, well, interesting to say the least." And he laid out the pictures on the coffee table. "Take a look at these."

Hearing the Colonel's question Chris shook his head, "Actually, no. I havent had a chance to go out to the dig site yet, Kent is out there now working with a few people from the base, I plan to head out there a little while this afternoon. These are from the new section of the database, after the ancients arrived. I've been working on the translations for the last few days."

Chris chuckled at Jerry's comment about it being all greek, "Actually, in an ancient dialect it is Jerry. In fact most of this I didnt have too much problem translating, it just was information on how the Ancients made it out this far, but this text here," He slid a picture to the top, to focus his collegues on it, "Is what has me bothered, it makes no sense, its all gobble de gook. Almost as if it was mis arranged on purpose."

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"Actually i had thought of that and tried rearranging the symbols to create words, and still nothing. Its almost like the Ancients that recorded whatever this is, didnt want anyone else to find out. Almost like he was hidin-" Chris let his statement drop off then with a look of amusement he smiled and asked, "Colonel do you have a pad of paper handy?"

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[Marah "Tonobi" Law]

Rifle Range
Outside City of Akortiri
1103


Marah walked up to the bench and loaded her weapon, she pulled her tinted glasses down. She had issues to sort out and the best way for her to do that on her own was to come here to the rifle range and take her frustration on a few targets. She activated the laser target and aimed the heavy weapon. She moved the weapon up and down until the little red dot stopped on the targets mid. Then the range erupted in a sound of gun fire as the automatic P-90 emptied its clip into the target as Marah shook with each bullet fired. Once the weapon's clip became empty she put the weapon down and removed the glasses and ear muffs. It was enough to calm her down and calm she felt. She decided to go get some coffee and invite a friend.

Doctor Collin’s Office
City of Akortiri
1105


Marah knocked on the door of her friend Vanessa and awaited an answer. For the last few months Vanessa and Marah hadn't really run into each other around the base but Marah felt like the company and had deliberately sort her out. As the door opened Marah smiled then asked the occupant as the door became fully open, "Hey Vanessa, would you like a coffee ?" she asked.

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[James Calmara]

1105
Dig Site
City of Akrotiri Exterior


Assuming and hopping Dr Mckillop’s question was a rhetorical one, though the little time he’d spent at the dig he’d picked up a few phrases that other ‘history doctors’ had used around him, and decided to have a go at describing.

“Ermm, it looks like a shard of pottery, I think that’s the correct term, and they think their might be some thing on it.” He then turned to Mckillop “But I’m engineer not a history doctor, that’s just a stab in the dark. What do you think?” He motioned an empty hand towards the object as he asked. Hopping his little diagnosis had not annoyed the Doc to much.

He took a step back allowing more access for thoses who wanted, and went back to leaning on the shovel, glancing over to Dr Garcia smiled and tipped his head towards Dr Mckillop. “You want to get in have a closer look ma’am?” He stood waiting to see if he was opinion was close or wildly inaccurate. ha kicked his foot left and clunked something, a canteen, his more to the point it must have fallen. He leaned, picked it up, took a long drink. AHHHHHH that was nice. Then threw it to oneside, after firmly replacing the top of course.

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[Timothy "Tim" Foster]

1105
Chief of communications office
City of Akrotiri

Tim stopped by Ash's door and poked his head in through the half closed door, “Hey Ash, I'm about to have a break from paper pushing duty. Wanna join me?”

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He took a step inside and waved a brown paper bag in his left hand, “I've got some Danish... Just out of the oven... I'm afraid coffee will be from the machine down the hall though. Come on, you need to get out of here.”
Tim put the bag on the desk and sat down in the chair opposite Ash down with a wide grin. “We could go over to the dig site and watch the some of the not-so-lucky-ones do some hard labor?”

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[Robert "Jackal" Walker]

1103
Corridors
City of Akrontiri

Handing the tablet computer back to the aide he had been talking to, Robert said, "Be sure that Lieutenant Myers checks in with me as soon as his team gets back. Walk with me." With that, the Lieutenant Colonel began walking down the corridor, the tech beside him. He continued, "What is the status of the remaining teams?" to which the Warrant Officer replied, "SD-7 is off-world with the Atholians still, they radioed in 40 minutes ago. SD-8 is still on stand-down after Captain Hall's brush with the flying monkey creature on 835 ... SD-9 and 10 are assisting the people of D9W-563 with reconstruction after the coup last week. SDs 11 and 12 are off-world surveying former Olympian command and control outposts ... SD-13 is at the Alpha Site for their routine duty on security."

Walker nodded satisfactorily, then said, "Very well. Get Doctor Grace to e-mail me a copy of Hall's charts soon. Dial SD-9 through 12's planets, get a sitrep and forward it to my office. It's not everyday we help stage a galactic war and we have to make sure we follow up on every bit of intel we get. That will be all, thanks Chief." The WO acknowledged the Marine and took a corridor off the left as SD-3's leader continued on.

These last few months had been a lot to take in for everyone in the expedition. He was still amazed that the two-front war Delta had started with the Olympians had culminated in almost every resistance group in the galaxy standing up and joining the fight. Where the Olympians had superior technology and resources, the unexpected resistance and sheer numbers of their opposition proved to be a fatal underestimation on the part of the Olympians. Planet after planet had fallen, and after surveying their own situation, the Delta Site had inherited the responsibility of helping to rebuild and reorganize the galaxy. Much like when the Goa'uld fell in the Milky Way, many communities were at a loss for what to do with their new-found freedom.

Rounding another corner, Robert saw Katrina ahead and smiled. She caught him looking as she was talking to another expedition member and smiled back at him before resuming her conversation. Since the mass attack on the Olympians, the two had rekindled and strengthened their original relationship. She had overcome - for the most part - her false memories about what she had done to him, but a part of the manipulation of her mind was still buried in the recesses of her subconscious. They had reconnected and finally decided to make their relationship official. Both were willing to accept whatever came from it, and they knew full disclosure to the military was the only way they could truly move to the next step in their romance. General Kepler, Colonel Loveridge, and Walker had discussed the matter at length before they informed the International Oversight Advisory about it. Robert had specifically said that he would be willing to take up a non-field position with the expedition if that was what it would take for them to continue working together.

Thinking back on all the sacrifices that the Delta personnel had made since they stepped through to the Delian Galaxy had Robert thinking a lot of a change of pace. With General Kepler being more and more scarce around their new Ancient home, Troy had been handling a lot of the upper administration of the city and Walker had been taking up more on the operations side of things. To be honest, the seasoned special operations officer was enjoying his new role and felt that it really was a natural progression in his career. Someone had told him a while ago that he couldn’t be on the front lines forever; he still did not believe this to be true. However, being off the front lines was not so bad after all.


1105
Office of the Chief of Communications

Seeing the door to the Communications Chief’s office open, Walker strode in. Noticing Lieutenant Foster already there, he said, “Sorry to interrupt, Tim, Ash … I was in the neighborhood and thought I would stop by. Ash, could you get me a copy of the transcript between the Folian and Woqan ambassadors when you get the chance?”

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[Jerry Garcia]

Colonel Loveridge's Office
City of Akortiri
1104

Actually, in an ancient dialect it is Jerry. In fact most of this I didn't have too much problem translating, it just was information on how the Ancients made it out this far, but this text here, is what has me bothered, it makes no sense, its all gobble de gook. Almost as if it was mis-arranged on purpose. Jerry looked at the picture Chris moved to the top of the heap. It was still unintelligible, but to Chris' trained eye, there was something there.

Actually i had thought of that and tried rearranging the symbols to create words, and still nothing. Its almost like the Ancients that recorded whatever this is, didnt want anyone else to find out. Almost like he was hidin..... Colonel do you have a pad of paper handy? Jerry chuckled at the last comment. There was paper everywhere on Troys' desk. He reached into a shirt pocket and pulled a small notepad he carried and tossed it on the table in front of Chris. Here you go, Chris

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[Alavair "Zoidberg" Leah]

Corridors
City of Akortiri
1102

His pace was brisk as he turned corner after corner, moving with purpose. The last few months had been tough, but with luck things would be turning around now. Major Alavair Leah was once more ready for action, only recently having been cleared by the psychologist. The trauma he had undergone mentally after his now ex-wife's delusion had been severe, but the doctors had offered hope that he would be back to normal in relatively short order. Ayden had cheated on him while on leave, and then had the audacity to come back and accuse him of cheating. It was ridiculous, but it hadn't taken long for Ayden to turn many of the female officers of the expedition against him. As a result, commanding officers had gotten wind of the 'incident', and had recalled him to undergo an interview with an advisory board. They had questioned whether he was ethically up to the task of being a member of such an important expedition, a question that both himself and his former commanding officers had laughed at. The panel had only asked a few questions when they came to the conclusion that they had no grounds for removing him. It had required his absence for a short amount of time, but now, with everything settled, he was finally getting to return.

He passed many people in the corridors, some old faces, but many more that he didn't know. It was slightly unnerving to him, having been one of the expeditions officers for quite some time. He had even led a team at one point, before being reassigned to head a small task force elsewhere. His team had been handed over to another officer, someone who shared his rank but not his experience. They were technically considered equals, but when it came down to things Alavair was the ranking officer. It was surprising that he didn't pass major Oxford, having become so accustomed to seeing him on an almost daily basis in the past. He was a good man, and a finer replacement to command the team in his absence could not have been found. Taking a deep breath, Alavair braced himself. No one really knew he was returning right now, as he had yet to even report to the Colonel. Now though, standing outside of Troy's office, Alavair found himself nervous. The man who had never once been afraid going into combat, found himself nervous to see one of the men that he had become friends with during his time with the expedition, afraid of how he would be perceived after the false allegations. He rapped his knuckles lightly against the door, more of a courtesy than a request, and stepped inside.

Colonel Loveridge's Office
City of Akortiri
1105

A look around was all it took. He had been slightly nervous before, at the thought of facing only Troy. Now thought he found himself in the company of both Jerry and Chris as well. Perfect, things were already working out brilliantly. "Well well well. Looks like a right party in here. Major Alavair Leah, once more reporting for duty Colonel."

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[Fiala Skala]

Control Room
City of Akrontiri
1105

Which ever way you say is ok, I've heard many versions. In the end all the same. Fiala than said her name slow Fee-AH-lah is the right way all do. it means Violet dipping her fingers in to more food And what does Samarra mean or has it meaning.

I can see that you never had kids, Now a days they would of spend your money before even step in the shop. Fiala leaned back in the chair remembering an event nearly 5 years now and in one way she could hardly believe that so much time had past.
I remember I got back from were ever I was serving. There was this thing my girl been looking for and wanted so so much. By the time we had walked through the Mail to the toy store we had spend more than three fourths of my money on clothes for her. They know how to bleed you. She paused and looked up at Blackwell. Anyway that's another... not even finishing her sentence and just waving her hand as if to wave the words away and the thought of her daughter.

Hows out side you ask, She said trying to change subject as she place some food in her mouth. Hot and dirty and hell to this, if you don't mind me saying. I came with a gun on my back, not a shovel. Come all this way from Earth to dig holes. If interested I can easliy have you hole assigned, given of a smile.

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This thing your trying to do, I have to say I don't understand but maybe your steps are too big and I've found out sometimes it fast way to move small steps. Fiala's eye's became confused thinking if she said her words in the right order and with that she noticed Tony from the corner of her eye.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

F-302 Flight Simulation room
City of Akrotiri
1105

Captain Cromin continued talking about the F-302 capabilities, scenerios and possible attack plans. He was being asked very important questions by Lt Tyler and Cromin was quite impressed, he thought that the kid showed great promise . . . Lt Tyler reminded him of himdelf when he was in the airforce academy. Cromin answered questions from the pilots and gave pointers where he saw fit. He was answering a question from one of his pilots when he saw his commanding officer at the door. He quickly rounded up his answer and said "Officer on deck!"


Everybody stood up at once and Cromin saluted Nolen saying "morning boss, what brings you down here to our part of the base this morning?" Cromin thought he saw Nolen smiled as he waived the captain off and then he addressed the pilots "Pilots, As many of you know Captain Cromin will be taking you into a simulated war game. But don't let that soften your thought about this. Today myself, Squadron Leader Syaira, will be grading you and seeing who we need to spend more time with and what weaknesses we need to assess. Alright Pilots mount up and run through your power up sequences" And with that they all prepared for what was going to be one heck of a war game. Captain Cromin had prepared something special for these pilots.

As they prepard Nolen turned over to Captain Cromin and said "Robert who's our best students at the moment, we may give them a little more training as Squad Leaders" Cromin answered saying "right now, Lt Tyler, that kid is special and maybe Lt Munroe, she has an attitude problem that we ned to adjust, other than that she is a fine pilot. So far those are the only two that show any kind of promise. . . . if you don't mind sir I would like to get ready for the show." and with that he jumped into his sim equipment.

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OOC: Nolen is very much welcome, robert was looking forward to your joining him and then you showed up . . . nice.

[Vanessa Collins]

Doctor Collin’s Office
City of Akortiri
1105

Looking up from her computer screen when the door opened, Vanessa was little surprised to see Law, a former Air Force Captain at her door. Smiling at the woman, Collins gestured her to come inside, “Hey, Marah, what bring you to my door?” seeing the coffee in her hands, “Never can have too much coffee.” she agreed as she placed some files on another side of the desk, and switched off the monitor before facing Law again.

“I thought you be bugging, Pooja by now? Seeing she may not be glued to her husband’s side.” Sipping the coffee the Agent brought her, the Base Psychologist chuckled, “So what can I do for you? Keep you company or give you a session?” She knew even the Agents required some therapy, but none of their current IOA or NID ever came to her, but the female before her had been military. Whether she wanted a speak to her as a friend or as a shrink, Vanessa would still leant her ear regardless of the personally the Delta personnel sought.

So she sat there and waited for Law to begin.

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[Kent McKillop]

Dig Site
City of Akrotiri Exterior
1105

Together with Sergeant Calmara and Doctor Garcia, Kent examined the vase that had just been uncovered. Bending down ever so carefully - mindful of the scotch that was floating around his system - he picked up a brush and swept away some dirt to better expose the piece. Both Calmara and Pooja offered their theories behind the piece as Kent pondered what the find could tell him about the people who had called this planet home long generations ago.

"The reason for the dig, or so I'm told," Kent explained. "Is that every galaxy only has one Stargate capable of intergalactic dialing, and as of yet no one is sure why the gate is on this planet an not the Olympian home world." He continued to brush away dirt from the edges of the vase, continuing to expose it. Once he was happy he'd cleared enough soil away he carefully reached down the picked up the find, laying it gently on a nearby sheet of plastic covered with other smaller find. Selecting a small air compressor he began to blow the remaining soil off the specimen.

"So, assuming we have two cultures present in this site and one is Olympian, does this mean the theory of the Titans is reality?" Kent continued the clean the vase, and watched as colors and patterns hidden by layers of soil began to become more visible. "Do we even have data confirming they existed at the same time?"

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