Mess Hall / Commissary

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The Mess was relatively empty and being the new kid on the block, Mohinder decided to sit at a table by himself, though he knew it wouldn't take long for someone to join him and started enjoying the contents of his breakfast

<Quarters>

John walked into the mess hall and scanned it, he than saw Mohinder, he grabbed a cup of coffee and than walked up to him, "Dr. Suresh, may I join you" John asked, than took a seat, "I am here to extend an offer to you, I have an opening on my team, SG4 I wanted to extened an offer to you."

John than sat there in silence for a few minutes waiting for him to respond.

[Atlantean_Fan]

Mohinder had already finished his sandwich and was taking a sip of his tea when an unknown man decided to sit at his table. He knew it wouldn't take long to get company and wasn't too much bothered by it. He waved the man to take a seat and he sat across him after he politely asked to join him. It was what the guy said when he spoke his next words that left Mohinder's mouth open for a second there.

"Huh... huh.... That's rather unexpected, Major Ezekiel." He said after checking his name plate. Mohinder was a very observant man.

"I'm sorry, but this took me a little by surprise. I just came back to base from Foreston and though I was entertaining the idea of putting my name up for the SG team rosters, I really didn't think the call would happen so fast." He added speaking fast in his Indian English accent.

"Humm.... Let me think, Major." He said to Ezekiel. 'Knowledge, discoveries, great, danger, not so great, all in all the benefits surpass the possible downsides.' He thought to himself while taking another sip of his now inexcusably cold tea.

Out of nowhere he stood and extended his right hand to Johnathan over the table. "You've got yourself a scientist, Major. How would you prefer to be called?" Mohinder asked while sealing his joining of SG-4 with a handshake.

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John looked at the slightly dumb founded look on the Dr. faces. He noticed him contemplating things with ease in his minds. He also took note of him calling him by his name and rank.

John took the hand and shook it, "Excellent," he said, than leaned back in the chair and took a sip of his coffee, "Well in any informal setting, I prefer John or you can call me Bullet, my call sign and nick name. I am not much one for to much formality but if the occassion calls for you to call me Major that is fine, but I honestly prefer John."

"I have read your file and you have come highly recommended, by the way what do you prefer to be called?" John asked.

[Tupopoflungo]

Warin finished up his breakfast and gathered his notes. He powered down his computer and shoved the lot of it into his backpack. He got up, deposited his tray, and headed for the door


<<to outdoors>>

[Atlantean_Fan]

John took the hand and shook it, "Excellent," he said, than leaned back in the chair and took a sip of his coffee, "Well in any informal setting, I prefer John or you can call me Bullet, my call sign and nick name. I am not much one for to much formality but if the occasion calls for you to call me Major that is fine, but I honestly prefer John."

After the handshake that finalized his joining of SG-4, Mohinder took his seat again. "Alright. John or Bullet. By any means, did you take a bullet for some big shot to get that call sign?" His sharp mind made that correlation on the spot, a nanosecond after hearing John's call sign.

"On another note, John, it's good to know you're not one to be too attached to military formality, as a civilian it facilitates everything." He said honestly, using his name with ease since Ezekiel said he preferred it and after six months at Foreston, calling people by their names, when he happened to meet them, made it more natural to him now.

"Is it a complete team or you're still on the hunt? If yes, who else is on the boat? I'm curious to see if I recognize any names. That probably won't happen, but anyway...." Mohinder asked curious to know the people he would probably spend most of his time with from now on.

"I have read your file and you have come highly recommended, by the way what do you prefer to be called?" John asked.

"I'm glad to hear that my reputation precedes me. It means I do my job fairly well or at least to people's expectations." He said with a shy smile and in a somewhat joking tone.

"Suresh." He answered after taking the last sip of his tea. "Doctor Suresh only when needed for some formality issues or introductions." He added. "Maybe in the future Mohinder, but I wouldn't feel comfortable with it right now. I hope you understand." He stressed his accent a little bit to get the message across of his origins, as if his general visage and record's POB weren't enough for that, and that it would take some knowing them for him to be comfortable to get in a first name basis with anyone and it included his team.

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"No, didn't get my name by taking a bullet for some big shot. Got it at the end of my sniper training. Took a bullet to the shoulder, still have the scar, my CO called me that when I got back and it just sort of stuck." John said.

"You were the last piece to the puzzle, the rest of the team is my 2IC Captain Larry Hutchinson demolition expert, Lt. Vincent Valentine pilot, Dr. Astra Owen linguist, and now you. My speciality is being a sniper plus a few computer skills I picked up here and there." John related as he studied Suresh.

"When going through the personnal files, even though yours wasn't on the list for people who were willing to be assigned to a team, I liked the vibe if you will that I got when i read your file. Plus I talked with Dr. Rachael Ezekiel about you. She said, and I quote, 'You would be an acceptional addition to any SG unit.'" John said the last bit as if trying to imitate his sister speech.

"Suresh, I can respect that," John said, "Now I was going to do a little training slash getting to know exercise this afternoon, are you up for that?"

[Colonel Sharp]

“Well, I guess we’ll find out sooner or later… Just hope that we get something nice back this tim..."

Sharp nodded as he ate the last of the bacon off of that plate.
"Seriously...maybe they could help us out on the shieds..." He said, half to himself.
I wonder if Lance knows about the tok'ra? Oh, he's probably still out with Kim...The techies will probably figure it out...their problem anyway. He looked up at the sergeant.
"Oh.." he said realizing that he sergeant had no idea what he was saying.
"On my last mission we picked up some small radius shield plans for the F-302s." He said proudly. "Unfortunately we dont exactly have all the resources or full understanding yet." He shrugged and took another forkful of pancake.

[Northern Girl]

“Shields? For the 302s?” Tim frowned and his voice sounded a bit doubtful, not really sure of what to believe.
“Um, now pardon me for asking sir…but um… I’m not exactly in to engineering’s… but is that what it sounds like? Like the things they had in…” he lowered his voice and shot a glance over his shoulder before looking back at Sharp “…Star Trek?”

[Vincent]

Lt. Vincent Valentine

Vincent smiled slightly.

"I doubt they will, you know the Tok'ra, they'll only do something if it suits their regime." he paused, looking at Tim, "Never was a big Trekkie, but the things we're talking about are only shields in a generic sense, there's no big blue bubble which repels 99.9% of everything. These things use sound harmonics to dissipate the energy from an energy shot. Like the Jaffa have on their death gliders, though even then they're apparently imperfect, couple of shots and their down. Physical shots will hit as normal. Still if it helps us take down the Jaffa and their so called gods then any advantage gives us the edge."

[Atlantean_Fan]

"No, didn't get my name by taking a bullet for some big shot. Got it at the end of my sniper training. Took a bullet to the shoulder, still have the scar, my CO called me that when I got back and it just sort of stuck." John said.

"Interesting story, John." Mohinder replied examining the behavior of his CO with attention.

"You were the last piece to the puzzle, the rest of the team is my 2IC Captain Larry Hutchinson demolition expert, Lt. Vincent Valentine pilot, Dr. Astra Owen linguist, and now you. My specialty is being a sniper plus a few computer skills I picked up here and there." John related as he studied Suresh.

"Demolitions, huh? I hope he's not one of those guys who can't wait to see valuable technology blowing up." He said under his breath. "The only person amongst those I have any recollection of is Dr. Owen, but I can't say I know her per se." He said in his typical serene tone of voice. "I guess we'll have to get to know each other on the go." Mohinder said offering a shy smile.

"When going through the personnel files, even though yours wasn't on the list for people who were willing to be assigned to a team, I liked the vibe if you will that I got when i read your file. Plus I talked with Dr. Rachael Ezekiel about you. She said, and I quote, 'You would be an exceptional addition to any SG unit.'" John said the last bit as if trying to imitate his sister speech.

"I hope to live up to your expectations." Mohinder said while arranging the items on his tray for delivery.

"Suresh, I can respect that," John said, "Now I was going to do a little training slash getting to know exercise this afternoon, are you up for that?"

"Thank you. I appreciate it." He answered with a small respectful nod. "Sure. I'm curious about the others and to see how well we'll be able to work together. Where and at what time? I'll be there." He said in a sure tone. If he was going to do this, it was best to get started at once.

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John nodded to what Mohinder had said, "Well other than you everyone has met each other, they all look forward to meeting you though."

"As for where and what time, it will be at the firing range at time not quite sure yet I need to speak with my 2IC he was doing some work with some new experimental weapons and other things. Plus I want to make sure Dr. Owen isn't doing anything pressing with the linguist department." John said taking another drink of his coffee.

John casually glanced over at the clock, "Keep your radio on channel 12, that is SG4 private channel. Plus on another note, if you ever have any suggestion or concerns about the team my door is always open. My office is located on sublevel 3, if I am there the door is always open."



((If he is in the office i will post in the SG4 mission thread for that))

[Northern Girl]

Lt. Vincent Valentine

Vincent smiled slightly.

"I doubt they will, you know the Tok'ra, they'll only do something if it suits their regime." he paused, looking at Tim, "Never was a big Trekkie, but the things we're talking about are only shields in a generic sense, there's no big blue bubble which repels 99.9% of everything. These things use sound harmonics to dissipate the energy from an energy shot. Like the Jaffa have on their death gliders, though even then they're apparently imperfect, couple of shots and their down. Physical shots will hit as normal. Still if it helps us take down the Jaffa and their so called gods then any advantage gives us the edge."

He raised his eyebrows and looked back at Vincent with a surpriced expression on his face.
“Wow, maybe not “Star Trek” then, but still impressive. We’d better hope that our tinkering boys can figure something out, with or without the help of our Tok’ra “friends”” That last word had a very clear sarcastic tone when been said.
“Soo, you’re a pilot or one of the techies working on this new thing? I mean you seem to now a bit about it…”

[Vincent]

Lt. Vincent Valentine

Vincent caught the blatant sarcasm on 'friends', but said nothing.

"Me, officially a pilot, but I spent a lot of time testing this kind of stuff out back at the SGC, and all good pilots should have at least some mechanical knowledge. Ever see the red bull air race? I flew that once or twice, and it's as much up to the plane as it is to the pilot, I'd spend hours making sure the aerodynamics were just so, I suppose that's my specialism, though I also did a lot of stunt flying, so I learnt to be more dependent on the feel of a move."

He leant back in his chair, "So yeah I'm kind of both to answer you're question properly."

[Colonel Sharp]

Sharp continued eating his breakfast as the sergeant and Vincent spoke, however, he nearly spit up his chocolate milk as he heard something unexpected from Vincent.

"You did?" He asked, referring to the air races.

Sharp and his buddies had always set up their own races around their various bases back on Earth, but in the recent years, when the technology had gotten great, he didn't have much time to. He was also pretty impressed at the following of the races. Could have been the new Nascar...would have been a hell of a lot more entertaining..

[Vincent]

((Time to make stuff up, it is an alternate universe we're in here so I guess I'm allowed to))

Lt. Vincent Valentine

Vincent nodded, knowing what Sharp was on about.

"Yeah loved them. My old man was one of the first pilots to take part, he came 5th in the first series, and as soon as I was old enough to join he got me in, ranked 9th in the world at one point, but it started traveling too far abroad and my general eventually put an end to it. I tried setting up a few courses but it was pretty close to my re-assignment and not many of the flyboys had the control to be trusted with real birds." He grimaced slightly, "And half of those were interested unless it had a jet engine strapped to it."

"So how about you Sharp, done much outside of USAF? Some of the stunts you pulled were pretty insane, and you've got a reputation for being a wild ride."

He knew Sharp would be a challenge to beat at stunts, but once he got testing the F-302s it'd be time to let rip and pull some serious G's, it had been a while since he'd hit even 8G, and the internal dampeners on the F-302 took the edge off that.