Mess Hall / Commissary

[DragonGate]

Pleased that he hadn't needed it broke down Barney-style, Greg waved good-bye and walked back toward Travis and Tim.

"Well, I passed a copy of the sweeper and virus programs to SG-7, I don't think he'll have any trouble launching them. Next, I suppose we'll have to hit the infirmary?" He sat back down, trying not to be obvious while he stretched out his left knee and massaged the inner side of the joint under the table.




((Barney-style = Military talk for explaining something in the simplest fashion possible, usually to people who a rock would beat on an IQ test. Used in the phrase "Do I need to break it down Barney-style for you?"))

[SilverRider]

He was on his feet as he listened to Tim then turned to face the man, “Good, if you need more let me know,” he told Foster, “but I doubt that you will need more than three hours. I’ll be down in the infirmary as soon as I get the information I need for the team’s mission.” He didn’t need to take a notepad with him, his brain was more than enough.

His mouth curved at Tim’s dropped jaw and he gave a amused snort, “I know how to handle Claire. She might be trouble at times of that I have no doubt, but once one knows which buttons to push, she’s then really easy to get to know and only then one sees why she’s a trouble maker.” There was slight hint of affection in his voice, realising his give away, “Just don’t try handling her on your own. She will bite your head off.” Of course how could he forget that Tim had seen her snapping her mouth away at him the other night, while not a best way to start of the Commanding post, Travis wouldn’t have had it any other way. It just wouldn’t be Claire, he knew if she wasn’t biting someone’s head off.

Travis shook his head from the last question from Tim, “No nothing else.” He was about to leave when Greg came over, he looked over towards the man Greg was talking about, “Let’s pray he doesn’t. You two,” he pointed between the two men, “hit the infirmary. I got to hunt down Davis and try pleading with her to be our history dictionary.” The thought alone made him laugh and with that he exited the Mess Hall.



<<To Wandering around base looking for Claire >>

[DragonGate]

Greg stood up, ready to go. They'd probably have to take blood, at least his veins had always been easy to find and get a stick on. Not always a good thing, when other people were practicing starting IVs. "After you, Tim, I'm not sure I know where the infirmary is here, but the floor plan here is same as Shanstid, right?" Last time he'd been in Beta's infirmary, there had been three rambunctious children. He hadn't gotten a glimpse of the one blonde that beat Emma in his less-pure thoughts, just the team leader.

[Northern Girl]

Tim stood as the others did, “Infirmary it is then…” ‘Being in the receiving and for a change.’ “Good luck Sir!”
He gave Greg a shrug, “Don’t know. Never been on Shanstid. Over here, it’s on level 8. Come on.”
As they left the Mess hall and headed towards the elevators, Tim made a motion towards Greg’s leg, “How’s that knee holding up? It seemes to bother you a bit...?”





>> To Infirmary >>

[DragonGate]

'Damn.' Greg wasn't always sure how much was age and how much was taking a bullet in it. The physical therapist years ago in LA had outright said the knee would get arthritic earlier than any other joint when he got older. "A little twingy, must be the time of year. Are we headed for winter here?"

As he followed Tim out, "You haven't? Nice planet, very green and cool. Just an absolute paradise of friendly animals. We should take a vacation there sometime."

<<to Infirmary>>

[Stargate78fan]

Astra shook her head. "I don't know anything about viruses. One of my brothers would, he was a computer expert back on Earth. I just know that when you get hit by a virus, they cause a lot of damage and you loose just about everything. I've had it happen to me a few times. It can be very frustrating and before you know, poof! All your stuff is gone. One such virus screwed up my laptop so bad, I had to replace it. It had me in tears because I had lost everything and had to start again from scratch. It wasn't worth trying to repair it. So, hopefully this virus will do the same to Zeus's stronghold."

"Do we have a layout of the stronghold and how far away from the Stargate? I don't want to go in totally blind. I'd like to have a fair idea of what the place looks like," she asked. "Do you know much about the other team and what they're like? I've never met them before, not that I can recall anyhow."

(OCC: I finally posted! I hope its ok, as I think that is all I'm going to get out of my Muse today).

[Oranos]

Lance laughed a little. "Then you already know more about viruses than I do. Fortunately for the both of us, that's what he's here for." He focused on Redd, "I presume we have what you need from Doctor Shelder and that you're versed in what you need to do with it, correct?"

He didn't really wait for an answer as he continued. "I'm afraid, however, that I don't know much more than you do. Other than the team leader, we should get along just great." He paused, he wasn't sure how busy either place would be. "And if there are no more questions, infirmary."

((Meh. It's okay, I guess.))

[Stargate78fan]

"Nope, no more questions. I guess we'll just have to get too know the other team," she replied. "I really need to get out more," she muttered. "Shall we head to the infirmary?" She suggested.

Astra turned to leave the room and headed for the infirmary.

<<To infirmary>>

[Vagabond Serpent]

((Everybody is welcomed to poke me for my mistakes and general lame style of my post. I'll appreciate that! ))

Lt. Ovcharenko, who was standing leant against the table with her hands folded on her chest all the time her CO talked with SG-7 other members, returned her balance back on the feet when Astra left them. Elena felt herself for a second like she just awoke from that sudden change of surroundings that caught her attention, but her mind quickly returned to its normal state. She would have said few words during the briefing, but she gave herself the order to keep her mouth shut if not asked otherwise for the rest of day whenever something important was discussed and not let her long tongue to spoil anything else like it was at her own briefing, so she got trapped in her own thoughts for a while, thinking about her first mission as SG-7.

She looked at Lance. He nodded, dismissing her, and turned to Redd, obviously wishing to have two more words with him. So Lena turned towards the exit and quickly left the mess, hoping to caught up with dr. Owen in the infirmary.

<<To the Infirmary>>

[DragonGate]

<<from Linguistics Lab - Level 3>>

Greg stepped into the Mess, just missing SG-7's second in command. The only members of the team still present were his counterpart civilian and the team leader. Now what to say, he hadn't thought about that when he'd mentioned 'check on SG-7' as an option.

Bulling on, he walked towards the two other men. "Oh, hey, hi, Dr. Shelder, we talked early, Lieutenant? Or not, actually. I was stopping back by to see how things were going on your end, Sergeant Foster and I are cleared by the docs, Captain Oxford's there now, and we looked up some mythological information that gives someone we think could be a suspect Goa'uld for this."

Dr. Greg Shelder, SG-6 Civilian engineer

[Oranos]

He wanted to have a couple words with Redd, but never quite made it that far.

His boot resting on one of the seats, not quite alone, but in the presence of his own thoughts, Lance let out a deep breath. All he could do was hope that this ended well. None of them had worked together before, some of them hadn't ever seen off-world action, and one of them had been thrust into the position of command long before he was ready. If that didn't make for the biggest bunch of misfits ever, he didn't know what did.

'Vidar, Vidar, Vidar. Neither one of us would be in this much trouble had we stuck together. Somehow we always managed to keep each other out of it.' He closed his eyes. 'Too bad you can't help me with this one.'

He shook his head. 'But you can't. And it's up to me to make sure they all survive this.' Lance turned to leave, waving Redd to follow, but crossed paths with Doctor Shelder.

"Go." He jerked his head in the direction Owen and Ovcharenko had gone, and even as Redd left for the exit, he stayed behind.

He returned his attentions to Greg. "Doctor. Got my team headed to the infirmary now. Just covering a few last second questions. Who did you say you suspect?"

[DragonGate]

" 'Greg' is fine, I'm not too hung up on titles unless I'm teaching." If he wore glasses, he'd have pushed them up. He settled for some vague hand gestures and leaning on a chair.

"Well, we did some research in the soft sciences territorial lands, and found the Greek god of ironworking, technology, the forge, etc, Hephaestus. Now on the real world, SGC records side, he was connected to both Ma'chello and the System Lord Ares. It's just circumstantial, but we thought it was worth digging into. Tim, Sergeant Foster, printed out what we found and he's giving it to Tr- Captain Oxford down at the infirmary."

Dr. Greg Shelder, SG-6 Civilian engineer

[Oranos]

Lance looked past Shelder. Redd had already departed the mess, hopefully the three would pass their pre-missions.

'Hephaestus, that's a mouthful, got to remember that. Actually, that sounds vaguely familiar.' Index finger thoughtfully tapping his cheek and already answering himself, "I'll have to run the name by Doctor Owen, see what else she can tell me. Should have paid more attention in class. But I think Vidar may have mentioned the name, too."

[DragonGate]

Greg didn't recognize the name, but he took a wild stab in the dark. "Vidar? Was that the Asgard that brought us the request for help?"

He shook it off and nodded to where Lieutenant Tallon's team members had gone. "I'm betting you're going to follow them, I have to meet Sergeant Foster in the armory. I've got this funny feeling he's not going to let me take an M16 out on the mission, though." Starting to ramble without realizing it, "Would you trust me with an M16? Don't answer that."

He took several steps backward, waving good bye, and heading back out of the tabled room.

<<to Armory>>

Dr. Greg Shelder, SG-6 Civilian engineer

[Oranos]

Even after Greg had gone, Lance shook his head. "No, not him. Vidar was an old friend." And, according to Thor, transferred into a new body.

But Shelder was right about one thing. He needed to catch up with his team, get checked out. This mission was of personal importance to him, and if he could help Vidar and the rest of the Asgard, he would.

Shaking his head again, he followed in the footsteps of the other three.

<<To Infirmary>>