A new Role

[Xander Jacobs]

OOC: this is happening a few hours after the end of Mission 27.

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1500
Delta Site

The crisis to the Delta forces had been averted but in the end there was still another issued for Colonel Loveridge to deal with. The problem was the appearance of Xander Jacobs and what he would do with him now. It had been decided that the man was to be brought to the Delta Site but was to remain under guard until something was determined about his position. So while his fate was being determined Xander Jacobs waited patiently in a cell. His only request had been for a book to help him pass the time. While he wait a science team was examining his weapons to better figure out his origins.

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[Troy Loveridge]

1500
Prisoner Observation

From a neighboring room, Colonel Loveridge was examining the expedition's latest find through the closed-circuit TV system. He hadn't slept a wink since returning from D5T-498 between dealing with his new mystery man and debriefing the two off-world teams on the strange skin-changing illness they'd come into contact with. SD-1 and SD-2 had just been given a clean bill of health, leaving the Marine officer from the future as Troy's remaining headache.

In his hands was a medical report, explaining that this Xander Jacobs fellow was genetically confirmed to be a human. His blood work and other samples had also come back as clear, and aside from his tattoos that represented future dates and the strange weapons he'd brought through with him it would be impossible to identify him as coming for another time line.

Troy continued to monitor the prisoner, wanting to know exactly how and why he'd come to be in the Delian expedition's time line.

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[Xander Jacobs]

1505-1535
Prisoner Cell

Xander lays down the book he had been loaned and looks up at the camera that he knew was in the corner of the room. He stands up and stretches before launching into a long practiced training routine. It was a routine that to the informed observer told of a highly trained fighter. Additionlly the routine seemed to highlight a skill with combat knives and close quarter weapons.

The routine lasted roughly a half hour before Xander walks to the door of his holding cell and knocks on it to the guards attention. He wanted to talk with the base commander and see how long it would be before some use. That and he really wanted to know when he could start talking to the science folks about getting back to where he belonged. He missed his wife and kids terribly and the thought of never seeing them again scared him more than he could ever admit.

<Tag Loveridge>

[Troy Loveridge]

1535
Prisoner Observation

As he spoke with the personnel in charge of interrogating the prisoner he noted that the man had launched into a long and complex fight routine. It wasn't a style that the colonel had seen before, not that he was an expert in such things. What it did tell Troy was that this man was quite skilled in close up combat and could be a threat. His potential to engage in such fighting would render him dangerous, and the colonel would ensure to take suitable precautions.

One of the guards entered the observation room with a request that Troy meet with their new captive. Such a meeting would be inevitable, and better to get it out of the way.

Troy left the observation room and moved next door to the cell. Seeing that they were on Akrotiri it had been decided to use the city-ship's large Ancient built cells to house their new guest. They were constructed from thick metal bars, and enhanced with some sort of energy shielding to contain whatever or whoever was inside. Leaving the two regular guards posted outside, the colonel entered along with two additional guards who took up position on either side of him. They were attired from head-to-toe in black fatigues, complete with light weight helmets, tactical vests, elbow and skin guards and combat boots. Each guard sported a P90, which while no currently training on the captive, could be brought to bear at the first sign of trouble.

Troy had brought with him a metal chair which he pulled up opposite the mysterious man. He slowly sat down, waiting for Xander to do the same.

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[Xander Jacobs]

1540
Prisoner Cell

As Xander's request is filled a moment of apprehension passes through him. He watches Loveridge to come in with several guards. He mad no move to be a danger as he watches the base commander sit down and then does the same.

"Colonel let me be honest with you. I just want to get home and my duties. I understand all the security precautions that you in regards to me but let me make it clear. I mean this base no harm. I don't want to spend the rest of my time here in this cell. So I would like be given an assignment here. Maybe that can lead to finding out a way to send me back to my home.

If not you will have gained a skilled soldier for this expedition. I am sure you have heard my explanation of how I got here so you know that I have have the training to serve." He falls silent as he watches Loveridge for a reaction. The bottom line was that Xander going to make the best of his situation and to do that the first step was to out of lock up.

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[Troy Loveridge]

1540
Prisoner Cell

The colonel listened patiently as Jacobs made his case. He was indeed right; the man had made no ill move against the expedition or its personnel, and had in fact risked his life to help resolve the situation in the Titan lab. His desire to jump up and help people who weren't even from his own timeline was a testament to the man.

Yet there remained the overarching concern - he wasn't from this part of the timeline. He was from the future, potentially even a parallel galaxy, and no matter how thoughtless he was when it came to helping others, Troy still needed to ensure the safety of his people first and foremost.

"And we appreciate your patience in this matter," Troy replied. "It's just not every day that someone from the future appears inside our FOB. Just so we're on the same page, could you explain to me again how you came to travel back in time?" Xander had gone over the process a number of times with those who were debriefing him, but it never hurt to ask this things again, if only to make sure that his story checked out.

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[Xander Jacobs]

<1140
Prisoner Cell>

The truth was that Xander really didn't know how he had got there but would do his best to explain it the best he could. "Well the Horizon Base is an Ancient base. With that being said, I am not sure of the science of what happened. I was leading a team exploring the planet were on. There was an accident with one of the base systems in my exploring of the base as the expeditions second command after I uncovered and triggered a little known Ancient technology.

However, I can say one minute was there and then the next I was here. Now I am aware of the existence of devices that can bride the gap between parallel universes. So other than that I don't know wither I am here because of a malfunction or if that is what the intended nature of the device was."

<Tag Loveridge>

[Troy Loveridge]

1540
Prisoner Cell

The story which Xander retold Troy was the same one that he'd told the security and intel people that had been in charge of his initial interrogation. Technologies that could create portals between different dimensions and timelines were well known and well document - the colonel himself had once travelled to a future version of Earth in a parallel timeline and helped fend off an Olympian invasion of Earth. While the process of such travel was known to exist, Troy still didn't have anything to collaborate the man's story. He'd been tested as a human genetically, and seemed to have an innate working knowledge of the Stargate, yet aside from some tattoos and advanced weapons he didn't carry on himself anything to prove his story. And therein lay the problem.

Not being a man of science, all this time-travel different-dimensions twisted-timeline business made his head spin a little. He didn't for a second pretend that he knew how it all worked. Yet he still did know how to maintain security and order, and was dubious to let a man with no background check simply walk around freely in one of the closest guarded secrets of Earth.

"Assuming that we believe you," the colonel replied. "Do you have anything or anyway to support your story?"

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[Xander Jacobs]

1540
Prison Cell

Xander nods slowly as he looks at the Colonel. "You have seen the weapons I had with me. The pistol is a Lucian Alliance stand issue weapon. I am not sure if you have met up with them yet but I am sure you will. Additionally, the staff weapon is a modified Jaffa staff weapon, one of a pair. The other is with my wife back on my Earth. Beyond that I can't prove anything about my story. So I would propose that you hook me up a Zar'toc detector and have it detect the truth of what I am saying.

Xander knew that what he proposed was a gamble but he had to try and get out of this cell. He had served in the military for 22 years so knew that it was against his best interests to try and force his way out of this. "Plus I can give you the coordinates to the Sagittarius galaxy." That was something that Xander knew would generate some interest.

[Troy Loveridge]

1540
Prisoner Cell

One of the marines that Troy had brought into the cell with him handed the colonel a copy of the tech report into the weapons Xander was discussing. His story was beginning to add just; just as he'd claimed both devices shared close resemblance to the Lucian Alliance and Jaffa technologies they had one file. The naquadah into the staff weapon had also been dated someone - maybe in a process similar to carbon dating? - which had added more support to his explanation. While he hadn't given them much to with, what little they'd been able to learn from his personal possessions indicated that he was telling the truth.

The offer to take a lie-detector test and hand over further intel was taken in good light. Tearing a corner off the report, Troy handed the paper along with a pen to Xander. "Obviously, your cooperation in this manner will be taken into account." While he didn't have access to the Goa'uld technology with him at the moment, Troy did have an ally or two that he could call upon to source a suitable substitute.

"I'll take you up on that offer to submit to a polygraph," Troy replied, rising from his chair. "I'll return shortly." With that he dragged the chair back out through the cell door, escorted by the two marines.

He had some phone calls to make.

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[Xander Jacobs]

1540
Prisoner Cell

Xander nods his understanding and quickly sketches out the gate address to where the Horizon Base was. It was an eight digit address but he knew that the gates could handle it. As he sets the pen down and then waits for Loveridge to return.

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[Troy Loveridge]

1543
Prisoner Cell

It didn't take long for the colonel to get his authorisation. The expedition didn't carry any Goa'uld technology, so while they didn't have access to the Za'tarc detector that Xander had mentioned, Troy did have access to the local equivalent. He dispatched a marine to the armoury, who returned a moment later bearing a metallic silver briefcase. With this in hand, Troy returned to the holding cell, still flanked by his guards.

Once inside the cell, Troy unlatched the locks on the case and withdrew three small spheres about the size of baseballs from inside the foam cut-out. One by one he gave them a soft squeeze and threw them gently up into the air where they hovered under their own power. Once all three spheres were in the air they took on a different colour - one red, one green, and one blue. Slowly and silently he drifted toward Xander and began to spin around the man, as if caught in his orbit.

"They're called 'Aletheia Spheres'," the colonel explained. They were a piece of Olympian technology they'd recently acquired in order to try and detect any Titan sleeper agents that might be hiding amongst the expedition's personnel. "They lose their colour if they detect deceit. If they go black, you're telling a lie, even if it's subconscious." Any question that Troy asked could the judged for truthfulness.

"Are you in collusion with the Olympians or Titans?"

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OOC: I'm super busy, so might be best if you can jump into the SD-1 mission so we don't have to rush this

[Xander Jacobs]

1543
Prisoner Cell

A look of confusion crosses Xander's face as he hears the question. "Never even heard of either or those groups. Unless you are talking about the old Greek legends that were popular growing up." He was truthfully unaware of any group that went by thosse names. So he looked at Troy and takes a breath. "No I am not."

<Tag Troy>

[Troy Loveridge]

1543
Prisoner Cell

The three colored globes continued to circle Xander, drifting around silently. The colonel kept a close eye on their colors, noting that they remained bright throughout Xander's oration. This was a good sign - if they went black it meant that he was lying. So far, so good. Mister Jacobs had not dealings with either of their major enemies. His story was continuing to check out.

Still, in almost three years of being in his galaxy, the expedition had made more than just two enemies. Not too many of them were technologically advanced enough to pull of a stunt like this, but it still wouldn't hurt to check. They could have messed around with a Stargate and unwillingly brought back an off-world team member, crafting him into a pawn.

"As corny as this sounds," Troy asked. "Do you come in peace? Is your presence with this expedition in any way malicious by intent?"

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[Xander Jacobs]

1544
Prisoner Cell

Xander looks at the Colonel with a smile knowing that if the roles had been switched that he would be the one asking the questions. "The only malicious intent I have will be against those who prevent me from find a way to get back to my family. If I am stuck here for the unforeseeable future then I will do my best to find myself useful."

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