Mess Hall / Commissary

[Planetary_Alliance]

After finishing up her meal Adria left the mess hall and started towards the stairs. She was half way down when she realized she had left her book and ran back to get it which caused a few of the lower ranked members to chuckle but she brushed it off with a smile. God i'm tired. She thought deciding to head to her quarters and go to bed.

<Quarters>

[SilverRider]

Spoiler:

Katherine’s mind calmed down, ‘this is fantastic,’ she thought. She nodded as the major told her about the briefing. The moment reminded her of the times back on Earth, when she was a part of SG-19. She missed being on a team and going off-world. Now, that has changed and it made her feel somehow warm inside.

‘Questions, questions,’ she pondered, staring at the food for a brief moment. Nothing came to mind. Katherine made a quiet mumbling sound and then responded, “Nothing to ask at the moment, sir.”

Mess Hall

Lance nodded, understandingly. It be a while before the questions came at him, so any answers he needed to be prepared with at all time, “If you get any just ask,” he smiled as he picked up his fork and dug into his food, really hating himself for not begin with Kim as he ate his dinner. He knew she didn’t mid it since he was getting started with his team and all, but it still made him feel guilty, some she had already dumped on him for not having breakfast with her. Cringing he was going to try making up to her; somehow.

Quietly polishing of his meal, he moved his hand towards his coffee as his pager beeped. Lance made a face as he read what was sent, mentally he cursed, rubbed his forehead, then at Kim. She was going to have his hide first thing in the morning, on that he didn’t have to make a bet on.

Looking at O’Casey, “I think someone had different plans for SG3 briefing, it just slotted up for 1930,” he told her, as he quickly emptied his cup, and got up, “if you want to head down the briefing room, go ahead. Anyone asks just tell them I send you.” With that he picked up his tray and placed it near the stack of dirty ones before making his way to Kim.

Seeing him sit down, Kim closed the magazine she was reading and looked at him with a smile, “All done I suppose,” she threw a quick look in Katherine’s direction, then back a Lance.

Lance winced, and with a pout shook his head, “I’m afraid not,” he said, “It seems SG3 has been called in for a 1930 briefing. I have no idea how long it’s meant to go for. I’m hoping for an hour,” seeing her throw a frown at him, he moved his fingers to erase it, “I’m hoping to catch up with you after the meeting. If I don’t I promise I’ll make up to you soon...somehow.”

Checking the time; “As the new CO of SG3, I better not be late for my own meeting. Now what kind of example would that be?” he chuckled.

“That you’re turning into Sharp,” Kim commented dead panned, but her eyes threw the humor in the words.

Laughing, he got up, “Thanks...I think.” Giving her shoulder a squeeze, “I’ll catch you later.” Turning he left for the briefing room, where his team waited.




<<Lance to Briefing Room>>

[Flow]

Katherine nodded at the major, then started eating as well. Taking a sip of water, she thought about her new assignment. Only yesterday, she had been talking how much she wanted to be on a team and now she was on one. She smiled at herself and finished the spaghetti on her plate, moving on to the dessert.

She nodded once again, when McKinnon told her about the briefing. “Thank you, sir” she said before the man left. ‘Okay, a briefing. At 1930’ She checked her watch. Not wanting to be late, she tried to devour the pie as quickly as possible. After a minute or two, the plate was practically empty, give or take a few crumbs. She drank the water and got up, while picking up the tray. Taking it away, she left the mess, heading towards the briefing room.

<<from Mess Hall to Briefing Room>>

[DragonGate]

<<from Infirmary>>

Sullivan entered the mess, immediately reminded of the fact that he hadn't eaten for a while. 'Later, you have a job to complete.'

He went for the serving line, looking for somebody with less rank doo-dads than him to pump for the location of the mess sergeant. He got into the latest victim of chow detail.

"Can you tell me where your mess sergeant is? Last name Swanson, General Blue didn't mention his rank."

The bottom rung airman didn't feel like being anymore helpful than he had to be. He just pointed to the kitchen back of the serving area.

'The times I wish I had a little bit more rank. E-fuzzy there wouldn't just point if I had corporal stripes. Love your neighbor.' "Thank you."


Senior Airman (SPC) Corey Sullivan

((Anybody want to play Swanson? It's been a while since I've handled him.))

[aintright]

Henry Swanson

Swanson caught drift of the exchange happening out front. He made a mental note to give his man an extra shift of dishwashing duty for impertinence. These people were their customers after all.

Looking at the young lad inquiring for him he gave a small 'come on' wave for him to join him in the back. Henry had caught the dropping of the General's title. Now what, who is wanting a special custom menu on the spot?

He grinned and continued working on butchering a slab of beef. Of course it was a job he could always pass on but, he found it relaxing when he needed a break. The sound echoed as he allowed the large blade of the knife to make contact with the board below. His focus did not change as he awaited the new arrival's request. Henry was going to enjoy watching the young man squirm.


((ok a short one for DG to get started with ... i am out for the evening ... so tag Sharp you are it ... he is all yours!!))

[DragonGate]

Sullivan saw the wave and headed for the back. The timing was horrifically late, he knew that. It wasn't his fault, he was just the messenger, largely.

Passing the counter, he grabbed a disposable paper hat automatically. Sullivan wasn't real bothered as Chief Master Sergeant Swanson hacked at the meat. He'd seen worse. Standing properly at parade rest, he made his request.

"Chief Master Sergeant, I'm Specialist Sullivan, Chaplain McGregor's assistant. I know this is late notice and I apologize, but I need dinner arranged at 2100 for the chaplain and the general in his quarters. If there's any way you can swing it, I'd like to get some Scotch pie made for them. But if it's too close to time, I understand, Chief Master Sergeant."


Senior Airman (SPC) Corey Sullivan

[Jynjyr]

[ Kitchen ] {Henry Swanson}

Henry stopped his butchery and stuck the knife, point down, into the meat, "Oh, he's finally decided to eat today, huh? Mykonos usually calls for a couple of trays around lunch time. Must have been busier than usual."
He looked at the clock and waggled one hand in the air in uncertainty, "It'll take a couple of hours to do it right. I could make a pot pie with leftovers from dinner or I could make a proper Scotch Pie for his lunch tomorrow."

Chief Master Sergeant Henry Swanson - Head Chef - Gaia base

[DragonGate]

It wasn't the best solution, but under the circumstances and short notice, Sullivan would take whatever he could get. "The pot pie will be fine, Chief Master Sergeant. I can take the food there myself, save your people some work since the time is pretty late in the day."

He was giving every option he could think of to make this easier on the Chief and his staff, due to the universal fact 'Poor planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on ours.'


Senior Airman (SPC) Corey Sullivan

[Jynjyr]

[ Kitchen ] {Henry Swanson}

Swanson waved away the offer. "Airman 'surly to the customers' needs some extra duty. He'd be happy to deliver and set up."
He lightly slapped the chunk of beef he was working on and said, "I'll get back to you later."
Stripping off his gloves, Henry turned his attention back to Sullivan and the late meal request, "Oh don't worry. The pie will be as close as I can make it to what you want. Just not with lamb. Anything else in particular you'd like? If it's available, I can swing it."
He was used to getting fairly last minute requests for guest meals. Most of the time, they didn't know they were staying until the very last minute.

Chief Master Sergeant Henry Swanson - Head Chef - Gaia base

[DragonGate]

"No other requests, Chief Master Sergeant. Just whatever you already know the general likes." Sullivan made adjustments to his mental notepad. 'Let the general know it's arranged for his quarters, find the chaplain and let him know time and place. Maybe change that order of events.'


Senior Airman (SPC) Corey Sullivan

[Planetary_Alliance]

<<Quarters via stairs>>

Adria made her way with the new guy following her into the cafateria and pulled a thing of jello off the shelf and a glass of water and made her way to a table waiting for the new guy to sit down and speak.

[The Prof]

Michael followed the Major silently through the line, grabbing a piece of chocolate cake and a chocolate milk. As they sat Michael could not help but notice the awkward silence and and the Major's glaring look.

"Well I guess the best place to start is from the beginning. I am 1st Lieutenant Michael Thompson United States Coast Guard and my current posting is Liaison officer to the Stargate program. Since I have nothing to liaises anymore I was looking to be reassigned to where I could do some good. Since I am trained as a Boarding officer I thought I could do some good on an SG team."

[Planetary_Alliance]

A boarding officer." Adria said allowed. "Ok so you know yourself lets see if you've done your homework. What do you know about me and my team?" She used this time as thinking time. My team is the premire sniper scout team here on base a boarder is for close combat.

((Going to a baseball game, i'll post when i get home))

[The Prof]

A boarding officer." Adria said allowed. "Ok so you know yourself lets see if you've done your homework. What do you know about me and my team?" She used this time as thinking time. My team is the premire sniper scout team here on base a boarder is for close combat.

((Going to a baseball game, i'll post when i get home))

Michael took a sip of his chocolate milk and continued "Well from what I could gather You have a unique team. Your a sniper primarily but proficient in other areas as well. Lt. Harris is a Demo man and the third member of your team is a linguist, which can be helpful on missions. " Michael then paused and waited, unsure if he wanted to continue.If you want the job you must be aggressive.Michael then continued. "Your team is good, but incomplete, an SG team is only as good as what it brings to the table and your team is lacking the experience in close combat. That's where I can help. I have the necessary experience to fill the gap in your team. After all, while sniping is done from a distance, Demolition and deciphering can easily lead to Close quarter combat"

[Planetary_Alliance]

Adria took some jello and thought for a second. A boarder invader screws up my teams ability as a stealth sneak team. She thought again. "Well what if the we here at the alpha site need a pure stealth and sniper team?" She asked him posing a tactical question.