To boldly go where......yeah..catch phrases suck!

[Lilia Demyan]

0923
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

Her left palm was itchy, money was going to come her way, at least that was how the superstition worked. Lilia was sitting on top of a box, one that, by the look of the cross on the side, was full of medical supplies. There was still about three hours before they were to depart to the Marius Galaxy.

Sure there was a ship on its way to that particular galaxy, but there was also a first team to go though. Basically all the main people were scheduled to go though the gate. She had yet to meet anyone actually important on the expedition and she was kinda itching to.

She had talked to her mother and father the day before to let them know that she wouldn't be able to contact them for a while. They certainly had a lot of questions, for which she told them. She was soo glad that she didn't have to lie to them anymore about her job. They were obviously concerned, but she did remind them that she had been going off planet for the last nine years.

So here she was, waiting, with only a book of sudoku to occupy her time until someone came along for the box of supplies she was sitting on.

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[Samarra Blackwell]

0924
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

It was strange, being back at the SGC. Almost surreal, like a dream that kept recurring. Sure, she had been dreaming about Stargates and BC-304s and far away galaxies, but these were the things she like to keep to herself. For nearly two years, Samarra had tried to convince herself that she wanted to live a normal, simple life. Two years at a completely normal, run-of-the-mill Air Force base couldn't even cut it. At one point, she had almost been able to let go of the longing to travel to different planets through a wormhole sustained between two spinning rings. Almost.

Sure enough, normality was too much to wish for. After the landing of Atlantis and the public becoming aware of the secret military program that had existed for nearly 12 years, there was no "normal" any more...except here. Here, everything felt right.

The door on Level 28 opened with a swipe of her ID card, which she stuffed back into the chest pocket of her blue BDUs. Not expecting to see anyone else, her head tilted slightly at the sight of the other woman, lounging on one of O'Malley's boxes of medical supplies. Shaking the look of curiosity from her face, she approached slowly. Taking a moment, she looked to the Stargate with a sense of adoration. Yes, she was home.

The woman's face seemed famliar. Did she know her? Her mind raced for some sort of recognition when suddenly, her memory recalled a file on the Expedition database, and a snapshot of the woman. Oh yeah..she's a pretty big deal.

"Lt. Colonel Demyan, I presume?" Samarra said, readjusting the bag on her back to stand at attention.

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"Major Samarra Blackwell. It's a pleasure, really." After relaxing her pose slightly, she offered a hand. "I look forward to working with you...for however long this one may be." Having said that, she thought about it. This was the first mission since the Stargate Program went public. Their performance on this mission would reflect on the program as a whole. One slip and...*poof*. No more Stargate. Just the thought of that caused her stomach to flip.

No pressure.

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[Lilia Demyan]

0924
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

"Lt. Colonel Demyan, I presume?" Crap, was who she was that obvious. Seriously, it would be nice from time to time to have someone not know she was right off the bat, from some report or something. "Damn, and here I thought I could turn invisible if I just sat here quietly. At ease, I know I am." Her tone was sarcastic, so there was no way that the other woman, whom Lilia did not recognized at all, could misinterpret.

"Major Samarra Blackwell. It's a pleasure, really." the Major relaxed her stance a bit but extended her hand. Awkward. "I look forward to working with you...for however long this one may be."

Lilia gave the Major a warm smile as to show that she wasn't being mean on purpose as she did not reciprocate the hand shake. "Take no offence Major, I just don't shake hands with anyone unless I really had to, like with the superiors. I just don't get the concept really. Plus, I'd hate to get up, my foot's asleep."

"So what is your speciality Blackwell, or are you just here for aiming accuracy and muscle?" she asked the woman with a laugh, she found another location of a number in her puzzle book.

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[Will O'Malley]

0925
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

So, basically the world was ending…Will’s world, anyway. Well…that was being over dramatic, but the newly arrived Lieutenant Colonel’s stress level was pretty much off the charts. Since he had first arrived at Cheyenne Mountain, he had basically been at a dead run – not enjoying the higher responsibilities of his higher rank one bit. He had to organize this and that, help order things, and most of all – make sure everything that was supposed to get to the Marius Galaxy…did. As a Lieutenant Colonel and the Chief Medical Officer – he knew he was near the top of the command – fairly certain that he was at least in the top three upon the expedition.

Thanks to all the responsibilities, he hadn’t even gotten a chance to browse through the medical records, to see who the hell was coming to the Marius Galaxy with him. For all he knew, it was the same old crew he had been with during his last out-of-galaxy-expedition. He doubted it, but it was still a possibility. One could dream, eh?

Things were slowly down now…sort of. Things were in their proper places, people knowing where they were going…overall things were lining up.

Walking down the hall with a chart in-hand, Will mumbled silently to himself, making sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. If he forgot something – anything…someone’s life could be at risk…and that was not something he was willing to deal with.

Hearing voices that actually weren’t in his head for once, the Lt. Colonel raised his gaze, spotting a box of medical supplies that he had been looking for…with someone sitting on it. Countless fragile materials lay within the box, causing O’Malley’s heart to stop for just an instant…or maybe he stopped breathing. Either way, he was not a happy camper.

“Oi!” he called, before even evaluating who was standing there, “Off the box!” he ordered, before taking a deep breath, looking up at the other – Major Samarra Blackwell – giving her a slight nod, before refocusing on the woman before him. Thanks to his lack-of-time, he really didn’t know who anyone was at the moment…he was just some over-extended British man that was running around the halls like mad.

What a great first impression for his future base-mates…

“G’day, Major,” he greeted, shortly after his nod, before double checking that he was breathing. It was a bad thing that he actually had to check…but Will had picked up the bad habit of holding his breath when he was really stressed. Yay – yet another odd habit that could get him killed…as if ‘insomniac’ wasn’t enough.

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[OOC: Bah >.< SHORT POST ): :BIC]

[Lilia Demyan]

0925
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

”Oi! Off the box!” someone said suddenly, deterring her attention away from Major Blackwell. Raising an eyebrow, Lilia clicked her tongue at the person resembling eye candy of the male persuasion. She tapped her pen against the hard plastic box. ”Keep your pants on, I’m not going to squish the supplies that are in a box that is designed to withstand going through a wormhole.” she looked him over again, ”On second thought forget the pants, you don’t need them.”

Lilia looked down at her puzzle again and put down yet another number. ”Besides, I can’t get off, my foot is asleep.”

“G’day, Major,” Lilia look up again with a pouty face, ”Aw, no greeting for me. Keep that up, and people will stating thinking you’re selectively mean.” Wow....she had defiantly been watching too much House MD. Lilia wondered who this piece of man candy was with the surgery coated accent was exactly. He seemed to think he had an air of authority to command her off the box. There was no one on the expedition ranking higher than her, maybe equal or civilian, but not higher.

Lilia conceded however, moving her right leg off the left and moving the left with her hands since she couldn’t move it on her own. It ended with both her feet dangling off the box. She wasn’t ready to get off of it just yet.

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[Samarra Blackwell]

0925
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

"Sleepy feet before an expedition? I hope you're not supersitious, ma'am, or that might be a bad sign," Marra joked, smirking slightly. This woman didn't seem too scary, but she definitely seemed like a leader. A Colonel, at that. All of a sudden, she was reminded of another Colonel that led her back a few years ago. The thought was bittersweet, but she knew it was good for her to get away from the program for a while. Normality was good...for a while. Then again, this was her life and there was no escaping that.

"Intelligence and Communication, ma'am," she responded, though somewhat hesitantly adding, "And rumor has it...possibly XO for his expedition, seeing as the former Lt. Colonel assigned was dragged off by the IOA for some questionable 'interrogations' techniques back in the day. But, that's a bit of paperwork away from..." It was a distinctive "Oi!" that cut her off.

Will O'Malley. Lieutenant Colonel Will O'Malley, actually. It was weird to think that they were the same rank now, though her promotion was very recent. Like...a few days ago. It felt more like a shotgun wedding than an actual promotion, but it was all good. A bundle of mixed emotions arose when she saw O'Malley. They were actually on the Ohm Site's flagship team, SD-1, many many moons ago. Since then, they crossed paths occasionally at the Ohm Site, until she got shipped out to the Ida Galaxy. After her six month long captivity with the rest of the Aeneid crew, she saw him a lot more often. He had become her primary care provider, even though she did not once step anywhere near a Stargate after that. In fact, this was probably the first time either of them had seen a Stargate in close to a year or more.

She watched the banter between the two for a moment, trying to keep her brows from raising too high at the pants comment. Impulsively, she glanced back at the Colonel-Doctor to make sure he kept them on. After all, most of the folks who spent time in other galaxies had a tendency to be a bit cracked. Marra smirked when O'Malley greeted her.

"So we meet again, Lt. Colonel," she responded, exchanging a glance that looked almost like the acknowledgement of an inside joke. When the Colonel teased him about his lack of introduction, Marra turned to O'Malley and said, "Will, this is Colonel Lilla Demyan. She'll be the CO for the Zeta Expedition."

At that point, she could barely wait to see the expression on his face.

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[Will O'Malley]

0927
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

[/b]” it wasn’t like Will to be rude off the bat – but damn. He was more sleep-deprived then normal and had a million things to take care of. The Lt. Colonel didn’t even have time for this conversation.

His eyes began to examine the snarky woman before him. Tall-ish (well taller than the average height for a woman, that is), short hair, and wearing a uniform. As he began to look for military bars and stars, she spoke again – causing his eyes to dart to her face.

”On second thought forget the pants, you don’t need them.”

“You are a very unique snowflake,” Will said in a flat tone, before greeting an old Ohm friend - Marra. It was somewhat expected to see a familiar face – but at the same time, surprising. Most people by the end of the expedition wanted to fish all day and sleep all night. But who else was here? His mind ran through a list of his friends, bringing a bit of hope to the slightly distraught C.M.O..

"So we meet again, Lt. Colonel," she smirked, as his eyes darted to her own bars and stars, and suddenly felt bad, “Oh – I mean, ‘G’day Lt. Colonel.’ I see we’ve both been promoted,” he gave her a slight nod, as she continued, "Will, this is Colonel Lilla Demyan. She'll be the CO for the Zeta Expedition."

And just like that, the feeling in Will’s stomach sunk to roughly the area behind his right knee-cap. In what felt like slow-motion, his eyes went back to the box-sitter – all the rude words he had said to her, washing over the back of his mind.

He was so fired.

“Oh,” he breathed, as his heart-rate raced to a disturbingly high level. Could they hear it? Hopefully not.
“Now that I just made a total and complete ass of myself, I think I’ll just go stand over here now,” he pointed in the direction he had been walking in only moment before and began to slink away.

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[Lilia Demyan]

0927
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

”Nope, not superstitions per say. Although my palm has been itchy, so I think money is in my future.” she responded to her XO. Everyone could suck it, there was a female leader and a female XO for this expedition. There had been plenty of whining from others who couldn’t exactly say they were not fond of the idea of ‘women’ leading this expedition. Lilia had learned the signs all too well to know what they meant. It had been hell trying to fight for this.

"Intelligence and Communication, ma'am," Blackwell spoke of her specialty. It was important to have a well-rounded team. She didn’t want too many redundant people, but on the other hand, not having enough was bad as well. It was more to do with the civilians that the military personnel that she worried. She heard about the squabbles between McKay and Zelenka on Atlantis. It was going to be hard work to keep everyone happy.

Lilia finally hopped off the container, stomping her foot on the ground a few times, trying to get the feeling back on her foot and get the tingling to stop when she did so. All the while Mr. Grumpy Gills was trying to reiterate how the containers could break. She did raise an eyebrow at his candidness. Finally their banter got to a point where he said “You are a very unique snowflake,”

She put her right hand on his right shoulder, sorta helping her hobble past the two, her foot still recovering, and then patted the shoulder slightly as to reassure the man, ”Just keep swimming,” she didn’t care if they didn’t get the reference. After all, she only called him Mr. Grumpy Gills in her head.

The two Lt. Col. caught up with each other for a bit as Lilia grabbed some of her gear, she repacked her Sudoku book and pen. She caught the part of their conversation where Blackwell made introductions, mainly her telling O’Malley who Lilia was. She could see the gears turning in the Doctor head, Lilia just smirked. ”Oh. Now that I just made a total and complete ass of myself, I think I’ll just go stand over here now,”

”Relax Colonel, Lilia told him her hands turned palm up, a gesture usually to show that one was unarmed, and in this case not going to do anything. ”I appreciate your candidness. Besides, I was less than professional myself. We all are entitled to a little fun from time to time. Besides, I believe you have the upper hand as master of the syringes.”

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[Samarra Blackwell]

0927
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

Marra just watched in silence as the banter between the two strangers continued and she tried her hardest not to let her amusement show. So, apparently, Will hadn't taken the time to poke through the files as he usually did. From experience, they were generally the first to know everyone's name on an expedition, mainly because they were usually the only ones with full fledged staff rosters at their disposal. It would have helped him out a bit to have taken one tiny peeksy at them. Later, she had to remember to ask him how his foot tasted while it was in his mouth.

"Nemo. Nice," Marra said in response to her little quote. While back on Earth, she discovered the lovely thing that was Netflix...and proceeded to watch almost every Disney movie she had missed over the years. Turns out, there were a lot of them. There was also a lot of beer in her fridge too. It all worked out in the end. None the less, the fact that the CO just quoted a little blue fish just gave her about ten more brownie points . And Marra's brownie points were hard to come by.

It was interesting to have such a laid-back CO on their hands, compared to the previous CO's she'd had. First of all, the fact it was a woman was encouraging, and the fact they would both be leading the expedition would probably be written down in a history book someday for a little 7th grader to memorize and jot down on a history test. Well, maybe. Depends on how much information the IOA lets the entirety of the public get a hold of, which no one could really tell. Back to the point though, Colonel Demyan seemed to be very laid back and collected. It reminded her of a general she once met once at the SGC, with salt and pepper hair and a tendency to say "For cryin' out loud"...

"No, you don't," Marra said, pinching the back of his collar between her fingers as he tried to walk away. "You need to sit down or something. No need running yourself ragged before we even get there. There'll be plenty of that in about...three hours." Marra checked her watch. Well, by now, two hours and fourty-five minutes. Close enough. None the less, she knew that the Lt. Colonel had a tendency to keep going until he was made to stop, either via an order or until he quite literally passed out. Should the environment prove hostile on the other side of the event horizon, Marra preferred to have him alive, awake, alert, and enthusiastic.

Well, maybe not the last one..but who knew?

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[Will O'Malley]

0927
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

And she got off the container. O’Malley’s eyes followed the tall woman stomping her foot – which apparently had ‘fallen asleep’ – and stare back at him as he called her a unique snowflake. Her hand ended up upon his shoulder – causes the Lieutenant Colonel’s entire body to tense. Will was not one for physical contact with others. It wasn’t that he was a germ-a-phobe, nor had any real traumatizing experience that would cause it…he just wasn’t a fan. Shaking hands was fine – and he had no problem putting his hands on someone to examine them. But he was doing the touching. He had a choice in the matter with those other situations. With a ‘surprise hug’, shoulder grab from someone he didn’t know, or an ass smack (has happened), some part of him freaked out. He was getting better at the issue – but that was only with friends. Strangers? Frak no.

”Just keep swimming.”

Will rose a brow at the woman next to him, as Marra responded, "Nemo. Nice.”

Nemo?
Like Captain Nemo from Twenty Thousands Leagues Under the Sea?
No. Not that at all. His brain quickly did a lap around quotes that involved swimming and the name Nemo – but found nothing. Still slightly annoyed from the situation, and muscles still bricked from her touch – O’Malley spoke up.
“What?” his British accent holding more irritation then it should.

Then identities were found out, feet were eaten, and Will wanted to leave. He tried to escape – but Marra’s nimble fingers grabbed onto the back of his collar and pulled him back. A quiet moan escaped from between his lips as he found himself facing both women again.

"You need to sit down or something. No need running yourself ragged before we even get there. There'll be plenty of that in about...three hours,” Marra suggested, as O’Malley stared at her with a blank expression.
“Obviously, I haven’t even had time to read the roster for this mission. How am I supposed to take a break with only three hours to go?” his voice flat – no sign of being irritated nor annoyed. There was no point. He had already humiliated himself in front of his new CO and was being held captive by his friend. Fighting would have only made them more entertained.

”Relax Colonel,” the CO encouraged – calling him by the wrong rank, ”I appreciate your candidness. Besides, I was less than professional myself. We all are entitled to a little fun from time to time. Besides, I believe you have the upper hand as master of the syringes.”

A beat of silence.

“Being a doctor tends to lead with proficiency in needles, yes, but I’m not sure why that matters at this moment in time,” a slight smirk pulled at his cheeks, “Planning on becoming a heroine addict?”

O’Malley managed to clear his smirk by the end of his reply, as he stared over at Demyan. A calm and relaxed expression filled his features as he waited for a reply. Considering she had first been a bit snarky then called him by the wrong rank, Will didn’t have much respect for this woman, quite yet. He wasn’t really a fan of the ‘reclined leader’. Someone who sat in a rather swank chair and gave everyone the day off when they didn’t feel like playing leader. This ‘lax’ style normally caused everyone to slack off, and nothing ever got done. While O’Malley wasn’t a super formal military man, he always had the most respect for leaders that were…which Lilia was not.

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[Lilia Demyan]

0928
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

Less than three hours, was that all the time that was left from them on Earth, until their departure. Lilia must have taken a longer break than she thought. Only just yesterday she was in San Francisco, visiting her parents before she left. It would be a while before she could taste her father’s cooking again. ‘II Demyan’ was an authentic Russian cuisine restaurant that her parents owned and that her father still cooked in. Where the double ‘I’ is often mistaken for the Roman Numeral ‘2’ it was really the initials of her parents Ivan and Ivanka. She had spent all day with them and even helped out with the evening service before heading back to Colorado. She was happy to hear that her mother was opening her own dance school; it had been a long time since her dancing years in the Russian ballet.

“Being a doctor tends to lead with proficiency in needles, yes, but I’m not sure why that matters at this moment in time. Planning on becoming a heroin addict?” The Brit’s voice brought her back to reality.

”There is such a thing as being too candid Lt. Colonel.” Lilia brought her voice down from the fun going way she was moments before. ”I only meant, I’ve learned from working around here not to mess with the CMO. At least working with Janet Frasier has taught me that much.” Lilia was a SGC veteran; she had been working there for the last 9 years and the first couple years were memorable the times she got hurt and had been in the infirmary. ”I hope at least you are familiar with your medical team’s roaster. I would hate to think that there incompetency among the ranks, military of otherwise.”

Something told her O’Malley might be a challenge, which wasn’t a bad thing, Lilia thrived at challenges. This is why she didn’t falter when they told her that she would have this command. Yeah, she was just a Colonel, but there were no spare Generals hanging around. There were some people from the IOA present on the expedition, but none had the caliber of say, Dr. Weir the first leader of Atlantis. Lilia’s ass was on the line and it was not something to take lightly.

She looked over to Blackwell, ”You both were on the Ohm Expedition I take it? Why’d you leave?”

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(OOC: KInda sucks….but oh well)

[Samarra Blackwell]

0928
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

It soon became clear that their CO had an 'on' and 'off' switch...which just got flicked into the 'on' position. Her brows raised slightly as she watched O'Malley's expression change yet again. Right now, he was probably begging on the inside to have Troy back, but alas, it could not be. Marra could forsee some conflict between these two. Being XO and being more familiar with Will was going to be interesting when mixed together with these new dynamics. Oh boy.

"Oh, Dr. Frasier..." she murmured at the mention of the woman's name. It had been quite some time since she had seen her, and being in another galaxy (the first one, that is), she missed her funeral. "Now, there was a unique snowflake." Her voice had nothing but respectful contemplation in it when saying those words. It had been years since she had been at the SGC. In fact, there were almost no more familiar faces left, save Walter at the control desk. At the moment, he seemed deep in conversation, but he made the point to occasionally glance down at the Gate Room. They caught eyes once, but she was pretty sure he would not have known her name if he had not been handed the embarkation reports earlier this morning. He'd nod then continue speaking. It looked like a little pantomime in a glass box. Kind of funny, actually.

It took her a moment to register the question that the Colonel had asked, and a moment longer to try to figure out the most diplomatic approach. Well, after these giant alien cockroaches kept me hostage for 6 months and I came close to being put on suicide watch for a little while, I thought I'd run back home to earth and crawl under a rock for a while, was probably not the best answer she could think of. So, she came up with a simpler one.

"I...contemplated retirement after that expedition," she said, which wasn't entirely false, but also not completely truthful. Retirement seemed like such a harsh word and it made her feel old. But, it sounded more professional than saying she wanted to work on an easier assignment. A less taxing assignment. One that involved a little more sitting and a little less alien goo. "I returned back to Earth to a regular assignment at Pope AFB in North Carolina, but...the Stargate Program isn't really one of those things you can just quit, you know." Literally. As in, even when on Earth, it was just too much to simply ignore. Swimming pools looked like Stargates in the right light, which brought her close to mental breakdowns at several points. "I was given a phone call about this position and here I am. Simple as that. What about you?"

Glancing over at Will, who still seemed to be mentally licking his wounds, she figured he'd have a similar answer to hers. Minus the alien cockroaches and loss of sanity. Well...at least the aliens. The sanity was still in question for anyone who has been outside of the Milky Way, in all honesty.

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[Will O'Malley]

0930
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

”There is such a thing as being too candid Lt. Colonel.”

And reinsert foot into mouth. Talking to this woman was just generally an unpleasant experience. His mind drifted back to the various CO’s he had in the past. This woman was like nothing he had played with before. She was trying to play the ‘lax’ card – then suddenly jumped down his throat when he loosened his metaphorical tie a little. O’Malley could tell that it was going to take a good amount of time before he was relaxed around this woman. Most likely he would go back into the mental-mode he was in for his early years within the BA. Treat with respect – only talk when necessary.

”I only meant, I’ve learned from working around here not to mess with the CMO. At least working with Janet Frasier has taught me that much.”
Will simply frowned a bit, eyes darting towards the ground. He had heard so much about this woman – but never actually met her before her untimely demise. Even though their fields touched and should have crossed paths on several occasions…the Universe kept them apart.

”I hope at least you are familiar with your medical team’s roster. I would hate to think that there incompetency among the ranks, military of otherwise.”

O’Malley couldn’t hide the reaction that spread across his face. Brows raised, mouth slightly agape. This woman had verbally just backhanded him, after he just tried to get back to work. He was fine being criticized when he messed up – but this? All he had done was try to protect his equipment, then make an excuse to get back to work – and bam. He was now incompetent. Low blow. Straightening his posture slightly out of discomfort (blame the BA), Will locked eyes with the woman before him.

“I am more than familiar with everyone who works for me, thank you. I have browsed the other roster as well – but I was interrupted with having to move to a partially underwater city within the next few hours. I’ll be sure to get my priorities in check next time,” he was about 99% sure that his foot was about to be forced so hard down his throat, he’d know what his lower-back tasted like, shortly.


”You both were on the Ohm Expedition I take it? Why’d you leave?”
Since Lilia was staring over at Marra, O’Malley remained silent as his friend began to explain, "I...contemplated retirement after that expedition," Will remembered his last moments on Ohm as she spoke. So bitter-sweet.
"I returned back to Earth to a regular assignment at Pope AFB in North Carolina, but...the Stargate Program isn't really one of those things you can just quit, you know." Marra continued, "I was given a phone call about this position and here I am. Simple as that. What about you?"

Will’s turn.
“Well – Ohm was shut down a few years ago. I didn’t just ‘leave,’” he explained – his voice oddly calm, “The base itself was falling apart, and the government was finding it hard to justify why we were even there…so they pulled the plug. I went back to London, since the BA decided to give me some time off from my mysterious mission. I became a civilian doctor for a tad – only to have the BA grab me up again and throw me into some random military hospital. A random promotion and phone call later, I’m back here, now that everything’s gone pretty damn public. I think once you taste the sort of excitement and pretty much always chronic danger that lurks on these missions…life just isn’t the same. And that’s why I’m back.”

Even while he talked, he wanted to just leave. Get back to work. Get away from the scary tall woman that wanted to eat his face in a non-sexy way.

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[Lilia Demyan]

0931
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

Somehow she had lost control of the situation, she knew she had. This was new territory, Lilia had gotten so used to the team dynamics of her SG team and she was falling into usual ways of dealing with people. She realized that she couldn’t, especially with those that were part of different military branches, different countries military branches.

She listened to each of their stories about their previous assignments, Stargate related or otherwise. Both had left to pursue other ventures and have now come back. It takes a lot to want to leave the Stargate program, thankfully there are still many wondrous things to discover to come back to.

Perhaps it was best to get back to the task at hand. ”Back to work then,” Lilia grabbed her datapad, the reason she was sitting on the medical container was she figured someone from the medical personnel would eventually come looking for it. Rather than going around trying to determine whether someone was medical, she stopped and waited. Hey, people have their own strategy for doing things.

She handed the datapad to O’Malley. ”We got word that a chief science person backed out at the last minute, someone I’m sure you are both familiar with, a Dr. Cara Coyle. Apparently she would rather stay behind and get married then come on the expedition. She did however recommend a replacement. This replacement has got a few medical needs, a case of asthma or something. There’s a shipment of medical supplies, extra from what was ordered for the expedition. It should arrive within the hour. Not that I wanted to add to your list of things to do, but you are the first medical personnel that I’ve come across.”

Lilia waited until the good Doctor/Lt.Col. was finished with her datapad.

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[Samarra Blackwell]

0931
Cheyenne Mountain
Stargate Complex

At this particular moment, Marra felt a little torn. After everything she and Will had gone through on their prior missions, she felt rather loyal to him. Especially given the fact that, at the time, he was her superior officer. Right now, he seemed to stand several feet shorter and looked like he'd rather be zatted twice than continue the conversation any longer.

On the other hand, Marra rather liked her new CO. It was indeed pretty cool that the leading officers for this expedition were both females, with O'Malley rounding up the last of the highest ranking officers. Granted, he probably thought that was just a bigger blow to his ego...but the feminist in Marra refused to see the Lt.Colonel-Doctor as that type. Back to Deyman, it seemed like they would get along well for the time being. Even become friends, perhaps. Teams tended to work better under those conditions.

Much to O'Malley's visible relief, the Colonel started talking about things pertaning to the expedition. But, what happened next would only deepen Will's discomfort with everything. "Cara's not coming? And she's..." Marra stopped herself before she got lumped onto Will's to-be-poked-with-needles list. "Well, that...er...changes things. Who is the replacement? I trust her file will be added to my database." Part of the question was out of curiousity. When she was lesser ranked than she was now, the Intelligence and Communications departments of expeditions were not always kept up to date. Not for her lack of trying, thouhg. None the less, she had to make sure, even if it meant wielding her shiny, new Lt. Colonel ranking to get what she needed.

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