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the sga meme

the stargate: atlantis meme

how to play:
- comment with your character, universe, and preferences.
- who are you in the stargate universe? are you part of the air force or the marines who form the core of the stargate program? are you a civilian contractor working in tandem with the military? are you a member of an alien race who has been contacted by the sgc?
- pick a scenario or use RNG to pick for you!
- tag around and be good to each other.

one. OFF WORLD MISSION. are you being sent to foster trade relations with an alien colony on one of the many worlds in the pegasus galaxy? are you on a reconnaissance mission collecting information on the wraith? are you delivering medical supplies to people in need? you choose!
two. SPARRING. perhaps you're just bored. or maybe you're trying to prove something. either way, you're in the gym, pitting yourself against one of your colleagues. is this in the middle of the night? are you shirking other duties that are less appealing? are people placing bets on who will win?
three. SCHEDULED LEAVE. guess what? you get to go home! are you going to spend your leave lounging on your couch watching all eight seasons of supernatural? are you going to use your time off to travel your own planet instead of someone else's? are you bringing someone home to meet the family?
four. MESS HALL. ahh lunch time. the scant hour in the middle of the day when you don't have to worry about work and instead can worry about...whatever that thing is on your plate. maybe you're setting up a date to meet with that hottie from security who's been eying you all week, or maybe you're the type to bring your work to lunch with you. either way, it's time for a break.
five. LEISURE TIME. even soldiers on base get a few hours off each week. do you jog around the city? golf off one of the balconies? draw? sing? meditate? whatever it is you want to do, now's your chance. don't waste your time, you'll be back on duty soon!
six. INFIRMARY. well that wasn't very smart was it. you've gone and landed yourself in the infirmary and it doesn't look like you're going to get out of here any time soon. or maybe you will. how good are you at charming your way past the medical staff?
seven. WRAITH ATTACK. time to grab your guns, because it looks like everyone's worst enemy is on its way. do you even known which end of the gun to hold? better learn fast, because those wraith darts are fast and the last thing anyone wants is to be culled.
eight. WE'RE STILL ALIVE. or the obligatory smut option. yay everyone survived whatever calamity just happened! it's time to celebrate. go grab your special someone and lock yourselves in a transporter or a puddle jumper or, hey, even your own rooms. nobody will blame you for wanting to get down tonight.

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[ooc: Lydia'd be a civilian contractor, science staff, with a focus in Ancient technology.]

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['sup.

There's someone just standing in the Gate room. Just standing. No-one seems to be bothering him, but he's just... there. Looking around. His expression calm.

What do?]

[ooc: Phil would still be a Marine, probably a Major or Lieutenant Colonel by this point.]

[What does Orlin like to do with his time off?

Wander around the city, of course. It's been a considerable amount of time since he was on Atlantis, and seeing it survive causes the Alteran to remember.

All for the nostalgia.]

[Steve grabs a seat next to Phil in the mess hall. She's a Marine, but she's one of the nice ones to spend time with. The others give him crap for being Army, which is all good fun but he likes a break now and again.]

Hello, Colonel. Mind if I join you?

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[Phil's multi-tasking again, picking at her tray while she reads through mission reports on her tablet, so she doesn't notice Steve standing in front of her until he speaks. She startles, jumping a little in her chair, but quickly pastes on a smile as she tucks some loose hair behind her ear in a nervous little gesture.]

Oh, of course. Please, sit.

Thank you, sir.

[He sits across from her with an easy smile.]

I didn't mean to interrupt your work. Don't let me brother you.

Please, I'm not rude enough to sit here and work while you're still new.

[She's trying to be pleasant and accommodating here. Steve is new, and he's Army, so he doesn't fit in seamlessly with the Air Force and Marines group that tends to make up the Stargate missions. Plus he's absolutely gorgeous, and Phil is woman enough to say that she would be disappointed if he thought she was too rude to even speak to him.]

And it's Phil when we're off-duty.

[He keeps his bright smile at her, pleased to make some friends. He's really only close to his unit.]

Phil. I'm sure you know I'm Steve, the Army guy. I'm one of the few around here.

Steve. [She holds her hand out to him over the table, like they've never met before.] It's a pleasure to meet you properly.

How are you fitting in?

[He shakes her hand firmly.] Thank you, Phil.

I'm doing alright. You Marines are a little hard on an Army grunt but nothing I haven't heard from the Air Force before.

We just need to make sure you're up to snuff.

[She chuckles quietly and twirls her fork in her rice, trying to keep herself a little bit busy so she doesn't look like she's pathetically pining.] I have to say, I've heard no complaints.

I'm more than capable, I assure you. Anytime you'd like to spar and test me, I'll meet you at the gym.

[He doesn't talk while he eats and like most soldiers he has a big appetite.] I've done the best I can. That's all anyone can do.

[She takes a moment to look him over pointedly. And yeah, she enjoys what she sees. A lot.] I think you can hold your own, even without proving it in the gym.

[But she kind of likes the idea of getting to throw herself at him and have it not be weird.]

I'm not bad. I've been teaching a few of the guys how to box. [He sits up a little straighter, trying to look impressive.]

You gone up against Ronon yet? [Phil would clear out a chunk of her schedule to watch Ronon and Steve fight, oh yes.]

I haven't. He's been busy with Colonel Shepherd.

They do tend to stick together. If you ever end up sparring, let me know. I'd be interested to see how your styles fit against each other.

I think a lot of people would be interested. He's got a solid reputation as a fighter.

Oh, there'd be bets placed. You can count on that. There isn't a whole lot to do during downtime around here.

I think it's great for running. The hallways seem endless sometimes.

Just don't get lost. That's happened a few times.

I've got a pretty good sense of direction and my visual memory is very good.

That'll come in handy off-world.

It's proven useful a time or two.

[She takes a sip of her tea and lifts her eyebrows at him.] So how long have you been working for Stargate Command?

No, not very long. Only a few months. The Air Force finally let the Army tag along for this expedition.

Took 'em long enough. We've been here for over five years now.

You guys are a little territorial.

Mm, you have no idea. [Phil is very territorial, especially when it comes to attractive men like Steve.]

Uh, I think I have some considering how long it took me to get here.

How long have you been in the military?

Since I turned eighteen. I always wanted to be a soldier. My father was one.

Ah, you're like me, then. [Well, except for how she's obviously older than him and not a giant blond Adonis.] It's funny, isn't it, being around all these people with endless letters after their names, people who spent year and years holed up in their ivory towers while I was overseas shooting at some poor schmuck just because he was born in a country we didn't like.

I much prefer working for the SGC, lemme tell you. Somehow it's easier to stomach when the people you're killing are actively hunting your kind, not just loyal to a dictator who's an asshole.

[Steve shrugs a shoulder.] I don't like killing anyone. I just don't like bullies.

Liking it never comes into the equation. It just lets me sleep better at night.

It's too quiet here for me to sleep well. I miss the sounds of New York.

It is weirdly quiet, isn't it? [She chuckles, shaking her head.] There's some program or other that they can pipe into your quarters that imitates urban noise pollution if you really need it.

No, it's alright. I manage to fall asleep after awhile.

[Myra would of course be head of the expedition.]

[ooc: could be security, could be from an alien planet populated solely by werewolves. how fun!]

[It was night-time.

God, how night quickly fell on this planet. The wind was blowing through the trees, leaves rustling, twigs snapping under the stress... Or because someone is stepping on them.

Dr. Carson Beckett is out alone, having gotten seperated from his team. There was something in the soil, or the atmosphere that prevented radio signals. At least he still had his torch and Life-Signs detector. Humping all his medical equipment around didn't make it easy to use both at once, though, Carson having to stop every now and then to check the detector.]

[The gate activating had drawn Derek's attention immediately, and he had spent time hiding out in the woods nearby to watch these strangers come traipsing through. They were loud, clumsy, utterly oblivious to what was going on around them, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes as he watched.

Idiots.

Didn't they know that was the quickest way to get killed?]

[Unfortunately, they didn't.

Carson's life-signs detector picks up a signal, and the doctor turns, shining his torch in the direction of the signal, looking down at the detector occasionally.

Yep, he's terrified. He hates off-world travel sometimes.]

[He's been quietly tracking the lone straggler of the group, trying to herd him towards where the others went without showing his face. It's difficult to explain the whole furrowed brow and fang thing to people who aren't from this world.

Apparently herding isn't working, though, which is frustrating.

So frustrating, that Derek actually steps out from between the trees, letting the moonlight illuminate him properly.]

I don't think I've ever heard a heartbeat as loud as yours.

[And have torchlight to the face, Derek, as Carson whirls around in panic at the sudden voice, taking a step back.]

W-What?

[His eyes flash red before the flashlight gets knocked to the ground.]

Your heartbeat. It's deafening.

[Stalking closer is not the best way to calm him down, Derek.]

[Sam's been driven from her office by the blinding headache brought on by reading reports for too long. After staring out at the water, she's finally relaxed enough to feel good again. Or course, now she's trying to decide how long before she has to go back in.

Typical Carter.]

[Daniel may be getting a pissy look when he's arrived and taken a look at what Jack's set up. Not so much pissy, Daniel thinks; he prefers "annoyed", exasperated with Jack, and irritated at himself because he should know better when he hears Jack take that tone of voice when he asked him down here. But come on. Sparring? Who's going to attack them right now? Correction, who's going to attack them that Daniel's going to take out in hand to hand]

You know, the first thing I had in mind when I came here wasn't exactly this. [he's motioned; all this - this includes Jack in drill instructor mode. His least favorite flavor of the colonel] This place is a treasure trove and a lot of it's left untouched. I have better things to do right now.

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[Civilian consultant.]

[Most of the military personnel, particularily the ones from the Air Force, didn't object to civilians around. And, for the most part, Doc didn't either. Ones like Dr. McKay, Dr. Zelenka, and Dr. Beckett were fine. You needed civilians when exploring new terretories. Strongarming into foreign terretory rarely went smoothly.

...But why did they need a consultant? It made no sense.

Either way, Doc was supposed to perform this guys medical... It didn't say for him to be happy about it.]

Take a seat.

[Sherlock glanced around before he took a seat and he focused his attention on the doctor. He didn't mind doctors in general but it was clear this one already didn't like him. Probably because Sherlock was his usual charming self.]

In the interest of full disclosure I have a history of drug use and if you try to give me any narcotics I will most likely break your nose.

[He liked to tell strangers his history to see how they reacted. It was a game to him.]

[Doc has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at that.]

You can try. [Then tacked on at the end, carelessly.] Sir.

[Doc turns and looks, somewhat exasperatedly, at the Ancient technology, selecting a medical scanner.]

Have you had the gene therapy? [The ATA gene therapy, developed by Dr. Carson Beckett gave someone the Ancient Technology Activation gene used to power most of the equipment on Atlantis. There was a 51% chance the therapy would not take, however, and the therapy was mandated for all Expedition personnel.]

I didn't need it. Apparently, I was born with it. I'm sure my father's very proud.

[It was the only reason everyone was tolerating Sherlock's presence. He carried the gene and was special.]

Isn't it all there in those medical files the government put together? Of course, the government misses the obvious all the time, I wouldn't be surprised if they left it out.

It's my job to ask the questions, sir. It's someone else's to check against the file.

[Doc takes some scans of the man.]

You mentioned prior substance abuse. Are you taking anything now?

Prior substance abuse implies I don't anymore. The track marks you'll find are quite old. I am a recovering junkie.

[His tone implies he's not terribly impressed with the doctor.]

[Well, Doc isn't a doctor, per se. He was a Navy Hospital Corpsman. Most of the other medical staff were off-world, so Doc was the backup.]

So, that's a 'no'...

[He takes a blood kit out.]

I need a blood sample. Hold out your arm, please.

[He's not impressed with Sherlock, either.]

If you have trouble finding a vein, I've had a lot of practice.

[He rolls up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing tattoos and track marks.]

[Doc doesn't reply, managing to find a vein without a problem. The needle goes in, the sample drawn.]

Any extant medical conditions, allergies, or otherwise not mentioned?

None. I'm not keeping any secrets.

[That's a lie. He's got plenty of secrets but none of them are medical.]

[A blitz with the medical scanner shows nothing, and Doc takes a moment of silence, staring at the Ancient lettering scrolling across it.

Damn, he hates using these things.]

[Sherlock leans closely over his shoulder to watch the letters fly buy, cataloging everything as it flies passed.]

[Doc doesn't notice at first, trying his best to decipher it. He knew rudimentary Ancient, but it was still hard.

He looks up and jerks away.]

Jesus. Don't fucking do that.

[Sherlock just leans closer, fascinated.]

If you were more observant you wouldn't be surprised. Pay more attention to your surroundings.

[Scooting his chair a bit away. What the actual hell.]

And if you gave me a minute to translate this, you can get out of here.

[And out of his hair]

Don't worry, I was given a basic guide to Ancient. I'm learning very quickly.

[Sherlock cares nothing for his personal space and only for his own intellectual interests.]

[Doc pauses. It wasn't exactly process to let the patients decode their own scans, but...

He rolls over to a notepad and quickly scraches down the Ancient script, holding it up. He doesn't want this guy over his shoulder.]

Come on, then. What does this say?

[It's a description of the patient's liver.]

[He takes it, taps it with a finger.]

There's nothing wrong with my liver, I don't see why you're talking about it.

[That's getting a re-translation when he has a moment... and space.]

Standard proceedure. Just following the list.

[Blood sample, basic body scan.]

[hm, preference? if Tony is trying to sell the SGC some weapons, Daniel wouldn't know what to do with most of them.]

[he could try and sell them an updated computer system, he has a lot of not weapony things.]

[ooc: Alien! From a planet with witches, guns and badass leather coats.]

[Once upon a time, Lydia had never entertained the idea of living on what amounts to a military base in a galaxy far, far away. But then she pushed herself through school and got herself a doctorate in theoretical physics before she could legally drink, and after that...everything had seemed to fast track her right here. So now she's billions of light years away from her family and her regular routine, which means things have to change and she can't rely on her old habits.

Which is why she now jogs through the city every morning before her shift starts, circling the far reaches of Atlantis and slowly working her way inward as the giant sun creeps over the horizon. It's usually just before a shift change, so the corridors tend to be rather empty, which is why she's not quite paying attention to where she's going, going over her notes from yesterday on her tablet instead of watching what's in front of her.

Oops.]

[Hansel takes it as a challenge to explore every inch of the city. He's making his own map as he goes because while these people have been very friendly, he doesn't yet trust them completely. They came from no where with technology that seemed like magic. No, Hansel is still being careful.

Not careful enough this morning though because he crashes into someone while he's adding another hallway to his map. He lands on his ass with a grunt.]

Fuck.

Shit!

[Lydia goes flying, skidding across the floor a little. But it's her tablet that goes furthest, bouncing off the wall and landing face-down. She immediately goes scrambling after it, cursing more and more until she can get it held safely in her hands to check and make sure it's not been damaged.]

My fucking tablet, Jesus. Watch where you're going, this thing is expensive.

Then why the fuck are you looking at it when you're walking?

[He shoves his map in his jacket pocket and glares at her. He remembers her from the team that brought him and Gretel to this place. She had been very rude.]

I didn't think anyone would be up at this hour.

[She pushes her hair out of her face and ends up cradling the tablet to her chest like a baby.]

It's, uh, Hansel. Right? From M1B-336? [She flaps her hand at him.] The planet with all the "witches." [You can practically hear making air quotes there.]

It's called... [He stops because he learned the first time how much it didn't matter if he corrected her or not.] Yeah, it's Hansel. What do you want?

[Yeah, no, Lydia's just going to keep calling it by the grid designation number. She lifts her eyebrows at him and glances around the hall.] Uh, nothing? It's barely 0500, I'm jogging. You know, exercise?

[He still doesn't understand the time system everyone keeps using. It's morning. What the fuck is wrong with morning?] It's not exercise when you're too busy reading.

[She thinks it makes perfect sense. He's the weird one here.] I like to multi-task.

Don't let me stop you.

[He's not going to get moving again until he's confident he's alone.]

[For whatever reason, she feels compelled to stay for a moment longer.] Uh, are you fitting in well here? From what Dr McKay has said, Colonel Sheppard seems to think you and your sister are valuable assets to the team, whatever that means.

It means we're good at killing things. [They had been training the military branch in their fighting techniques. Their witches are a subspecies of Wraith, they think, so their hunting style and information is important.]

Well, no one's doubting that. [She's seen the frankly ridiculous guns he likes to tote around.]

[He used that gun to save her life so she better respect it.] You're the one who asked.

[Guns are so crude. She lifts her eyebrows at him again.] No, I asked if you were fitting in well. That has little to nothing to do with how good you are at killing.

Makes me fit in with the soldiers. There you go.

[She sniffs, lifting her head haughtily. Atlantis is full of child prodigies, so in some respects, Lydia isn't anything special around here, but she never feels less spectacular than when the soldiers are around to roll their eyes at her and disparage her considerable intellect because she has no formal hand-to-hand training. She's not overly fond of the soldiers.] That's wonderful.

Yeah, it's a really fucking fairy tale you've got here. [He scoffs at the words because people have made the joke about him and his sister. He's sick of it.]

[She just lifts her eyebrows at him in a question, but doesn't respond. What?]

[He rolls his eyes.] Mythical city. Hansel and Gretel. It's all fairy tale shit you tell each other.

I never liked fairy tales very much. [She shrugs at him.] I believe they consider annoying you "hazing" and it will eventually cease. That's what I've been told, anyway.

My sister took down the asshole in dreadlocks. They've accepted us pretty fucking well.

She beat Ronon in a fight? [Well, color Lydia impressed. Ronon is difficult, but she likes him anyway, and she knows how hard he is to defeat in combat.] I should pay more attention to the gym.

You've never been there. [At least he's never seen her there. He pays attention to things like that.]

No, I hate the gym. Everyone thinks it's funny to play Beat Up The Scientist, and I don't have time for that.

Beat them up instead.

I can't. [She gestures at herself, like that will explain everything. She's trim, toned, whatever you want to call it, but she's not all that muscular. Lydia exercises to stay healthy, not to stay strong.] I'm a scientist, Hansel, not a soldier. I don't fight.

Anyone can fight. [He learned to fight as a kid. His sister learned to fight as a kid. If a child can learn, anyone can learn.] Go talk to my sister. She can whip you into shape.

No. I have no interest in learning to fight. [She's far too busy to be able to waste time on fighting. There's science to be done, here!]

Then I guess you'll have to live with being laughed at.

[Her expression goes blank, like s mask sliding down over her face. Her shoulders square and her head lifts. He can say whatever he likes to her, she doesn't care.]

[He raises an eyebrow at her because, wow, that's a little weird.]

[Lydia doesn't like being laughed at. She's brilliant, far too brilliant to have to put up with grunts belittling her.

She's about to open her mouth to respond to him when the communicator tucked behind her ear chirps at her. Snapping her mouth shut, she reaches up and taps it.] Yes, Dr McKay? [A beat of silence and then she nods.] Of course. I'll be right there.

Excuse me, but it appears I am needed on the bridge.

[Both his eyebrows go up.] Is there trouble?

[He'd like some trouble. He hasn't shot anything in days. It's boring.]

There are some strange energy readings being recorded. I'm needed to help decipher them.

Damn.

[He's itching for a fight.]

Guess you better get going. Even with those long legs it'll take you awhile to get there.

[She arches her eyebrows at him for that comment, but doesn't say anything about it.]

I'll let you get back to your mapping, then.

[If there's one thing Dr. Beckett does not like, it's offworld travel. It's necessary, sometimes. Like right now.

He's currently bustling around a medical tent set up on some planet somewhere. Wraith attack, likely. Carson didn't know. There was just injured people around that needed medical attention. That was his job, and he needed to concentrate on it.

He turns to his next patient, medical scanner and tablet in hand, saying in a pleasant Scottish accent.]

Right. Let's take a wee look and see what we're dealing with, aye?

[Hansel eyes the scanner and the tablet like they're going to bite him.]

It's sugar sickness. It's a witch curse. I've got medicine for it. I'm fine.

[It had been humiliating to suddenly collapse in front of these strangers after saving their asses from a coven of witches, who they called wraith. Whatever, he had saved them and then dropped. Hansel's pride was still stinging over it.]

Sugar sickness? That sounds like something we have on Earth.

[He motions with the scanner.]

I'm just going to run a few checks, see if it's like the condition on Earth. If it is, there's a medication I can give you that'll help better.

[He pauses.] Can I see a sample of the medicine you're using now?

[Hansel's hand twitches, fighting back to urge to knock the scanner away from him.]

It's a curse. A witch fucking force fed me cursed candy.

[He lays his hand protectively over the medicine strapped to his thigh.]

No. It's mine.

[And Carson, seeing how twitchy his patient is, takes a step back, raising his hands.]

I can see if I can do anything about this curse, but I need you to let me help you.

[He frowns. If it was some advanced form of diabetes, synthesised insulin would be a lot better for him.]

If we just calm down, aye? I can explain what I'm going to do.

Unless you're some sort of grand white witch there's nothing to do for a curse. You're not a witch are you?

[Hansel suddenly leans closer, trying to get a look in the man's mouth. They didn't check over everyone and the stuff these people have seems a lot like magic.]

[The stuff they brought from Earth, tablets, laptops, lab equipment etc. could certainly be seen as magic by those who don't know it. The stuff from Atlantis, the city of the Ancestors, as it is known, is a lot more advanced.]

I'm not a witch, no. I may not be able to... cure the curse. But we have more advanced medicines, ones that can help make managing the curse easier.

[Carson has the patience of a saint. Anyone else would have dismissed the "curse" as superstition. Not him. Not aloud, in any case.]

Yeah? How do you cure it?

[He could use a cure. Gretel wouldn't have to worry about him so much and he could stop stabbing himself in the thigh all the time.]

It depends on what the sickness actually is. I might need to ask you to come back to Atlantis for more tests, if I can't determine what it is here.

[Carson remains where he is, he seems to be getting some headway with his patient.]

At the very least, I can see if I can perscribe something that will stop it without making you pass out if you miss a dose?

My sister comes with.

[There's no room for argument in his tone. Where he goes, Gretel goes too. If she can't come with he's not going.]

You got a longer lasting medicine?

I can arrange that.

[He's sure Dr. Weir won't object.]

We might do. Your body produces this drug, called insulin. Some afflictions cause your body to produce less of it. Insulin helps you absorb sugar, and a lack of it can cause problems like passing out, and further damage.

We've managed to produce insulin injections that can help your body absorb sugar naturally. It may help in your case.

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[He eyes the doctor, trying to tell if the guy is lying or not. It sounds too good to me true.]

And this is at your home? Atlantis.

We have some medical insulin, yes. We have a few members of the Expedition with diabetes, we keep it on stock just in case.

[The ability to power the Gate back to Earth using the ZPM meant they could open the threshold for Expedition participants a bit more.]

[Captain in the Army, mostly leads teams off world. M/F for anything shippy unless a castmate. Please ask before shippy options.]

[No matter how often he's seen the gate activate, it never gets fails to send a little thrill down his back as the swirl of energy bursts outwards and then settles. Daniel hefts his pack, and looks at the Captain standing slightly ahead of him.]

Ready, captain?

[He glances at the scientist with a quick nod.]

Let's move out.

[None of his training prepared him for anything like this but Steve can adapt. If the Army wants him to check in on what the Air Force is up to with it's magical Gate, well, that's what Steve will do. He's not sure if he's going to enjoy this.]

[Daniel smiles, just a little]

You're going to love this.

[he's taking this pretty well, but then again - it has to be a military thing - he might just have "calm" as his poker face. Maybe he's not entirely sure what to expect, but he's certainly not showing too much of it. If any. Daniel steps through the wormhole...

And something's off about this one, or it's the start of what he hopes won't be a spectacularly bad day. They're spat out roughly through the other end, and it's only luck that one, he hasn't hit the MALP on the way out, and two, they've managed to land in something that's incredibly soft. Grass-like but...puffy. It's not bad, except...

Daniel's eyes start to tear up. His nose starts to run, and he's already let out an explosive sneeze]

[He eyes the scientist as they step onto the other world after one of the strangest rides Steve has ever been on. Wormholes aren't what he'd call fun.]

You alright there?

[Daniel's frowned a little at him. Trust Daniel, the one with more experience with Gate travel, to end up practically on his ass this time, and Steve to come out, and not only land neatly, but it's almost graceful.

Daniel's cheeks burn]

Oh, I'm fine. Allergies. [he'll pretend it's not his pride that's hurting just a bit] Congrats on your first trip through the gate.

[here's to hoping your first mission is a milk run]

[It's night-time in the command centre, and, while most people but the night staff would be sleeping, relaxing, or otherwise engaged, there's a figure at one of the terminals where no-one else is.

Suspicious? Maybe.]

[ooc: Probably Wraith attack/abduction? Willing to work with other options as well for him]

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[all for wraith attack/abduction scene thing!]

[ooc: where is your jackson from? just the movie?]

[sorry, I never got the notif on this reply, yes my Daniel is from the movie. I'm flexible though, if you need him to be with the SGC. I was thinking maybe the Wraith crash landing/showing up on Abydos after the movie possibly.]

Abydos was not part of Wraith territory. It was located on the borders of the galaxy and considered a sandy lifeless rock. However, one wraith thought it could be of some use. Mostly because it was out of the way, and thus a perfect place to build a new facility.

But these days, information regarding worlds could be inaccurate. So a scout was sent ahead to investigate, only to never return. Dart ships, while small enough to fly through the gate, were not made to navigate through the halls of a pyramid, and the ship crashed almost as soon as it exited. The explosion rumbled through the pyramid, but it remained standing.

Deciding to try again, only on foot, a small group went through and reported back. The rest of the group, including the commander, stepped through. The chamber where they came out of was littered with debris of the dart ship and blackened with scorch marks, but they were able to clear a path and begin to make their way out, a pair of the drones staying put to guard.

The sun was low on the horizon by now and the dozen spread out to explore. There were four black-clad warriors, including the commander, and each led a few of the masked ones off.

The kids from the village alerted Daniel to the intruders first. They had heard the explosions and ran back to find him. Thinking it may be another team sent through, Daniel set out to find who might have come inside the pyramid.

But as he peered over a sand dune, he could see these definitely weren't from Earth. He remained hidden, trying to watch with the small binoculars he had.

The groups by now were spread out in the area, and the commander along with two of the drones began to make their way up the sand, oblivious to their onlooker for the time being, though they were getting mighty close.

The commander stopped halfway up the dune, eyes already narrowed to keep the sun out of them but eh thought he saw something.

The trio continued to make their way up, though more cautious now.

"What are you guys doing here?" Daniel says to himself, adjusting the zoom lens on the binoculars. They were big aliens, he could say that for them. None too friendly, but he did try not to judge by appearance.

However, he didn't want them finding the village till he knew they were safe visitors.

Daniel slowly makes his way down the other side of the dune, trying to stay low and prepare himself for being seen if it came to it. But he wanted to get a closer look. And possibly listen in if they had a language he could understand.

The commander did see him this time and he called out in plain English, only hindered by growl in the undertone, "You, stop!" he drew his stunner and the two drones followed him over the dune to catch up with Daniel.

He pointed his gun at the human. "Who are you?" he asked and looked around "Are you alone?"

Daniel quickly puts his hands up over his head. "Yes, hi. Hello." Oh good, they speak English. "I'm Daniel...and I seem to be alone." One of his hands waves a small hello, hoping he wasn't going to get shot. "Don't know if it matters but I'm unarmed."

The commander lowered his gun a little and he nodded to the drones who fanned out and began to look more in the area

"We were under the impression this was a void planet. Mind telling me how you ended up here and if there are any other humans?" the commander asked, replacing his stunner in its holster.

Daniel puts down his hands in relief, stepping through the sand up to the (boy you are tall) alien. "Not completely void, no." After all, then the pyramid wouldn't be here.

"I'm an archeologist, I've been studying the ruins here...what are they looking for?" He asks, watching the drones going off. Better not say anything about the people here till he knew it was safe.

"Never mind them, answer my question." he grunted "Are you the only human here? And I'll know if you're lying or not, so answer truthfully so we don't waste one another's time"

"I..." he stutters out, not sure why the third degree. "I'm the only human here." As in standing in this area. Concern spreads across his face. "How do you know about humans?"

The creature narrowed his eyes, seemingly aware the man wasn't being 110% honest.

Another black clad figure and two drones joined the first, this one a little bit better groomed. "What's going on?" the other asked.

"Oh it looks like this planet is perhaps occupied." the commander answered "Take a few more drones and follow this one's tracks back the way he came. If you find anyone else, kill them."

The other creature looked to the human and then back to his superior before trotting off with a nod.

The commander stared at Daniel, wondering if the man would tell him the truth now.

...well that cleared up whether they came in peace or not. Definitely not.

Daniel's aghast at the wraith's plan. All of those people...and Sha'ri his wife. Speaking up quickly as he moved to block the other's way, "No, stop, you can't! They've only just gotten free, please leave them alone!"

What could one archeologist do against these guys?? He was probably going to get shot down for his efforts, but Daniel wasn't backing off.

[Daniel is a civilian, archaeologist and the man who opened the Stargate. Smut is fine. Movie-S1-S2]

[Bitch, I am so all over this!

Carson is Expedition, Chief Medical Officer.]

[Dean is currently inspecting the whatever-it-is on his plate ... with a magnifying glass.

WHAT.]

[And Carson's just standing there, with his tray. Staring for a second.]

It's not that bad.

Well, that's a relief. But ... [he leans over and whispers] what is it?

[Here's a treat. Orlin is a member of the race who actually built Atlantis.]

Natasha jammed the rest of her items into her bag ans zipped it up, startled to see him there when she turned. "Jesus, do you have to sneak up on me every time. Orlin?"

She had great instincts but he seemed to always be able to just be there. Before he had a physical body it made sense, but now...it was just creepy.

"You all set for the trip?"

"Not every time." There's a small smile right there, Natasha. Some things you don't grow out of, and a century of being incorporeal means he knows how to be quiet.

"Yes. I packed last night. I just stopped by the lab to have a word with Dr. Zelenka. He's working on a way to make the power source last longer." Orlin may be an Alteran, but descending from the higher plane has meant that he has lost the vast majority of knowledge. He still holds a considerable amount, more than enough to rival Zelenka, and even McKay, but nothing like what he had before

Which, of course, was a pity when they needed more ZPMs.

"Well...just don't. You know how it makes me jumpy." She shook her head though and reached out to snag his hand. Nothing like bringing a guy hoe to meet the..planet.

"Things should go smooth as long as we follow protocol and avoid entanglements. Which is usually what other people tell me, but this time I am telling you. Don't do anything crazy and we'll have a good vacation, ok?

She leaned over to kiss his cheek softly.

[Pre events of Universe. Young is an Air Force colonel and an SGC Team Leader.]

[The logical continuation of here. Yep.]

Daniel came awake in varying degrees, with the wariness that came from expecting a hangover, and finding that you weren't actually sure whether it was there or not yet. The last thing he remembered is stopping with the colonel to get beer for him and the guards at the SGC. Something about Jack. Okay, maybe more than something, there had been a lot of complaining from Daniel's end, and a lot of placating from Everett's. Everett coming up with Colonel Assface was a stroke of genius though.

He groaned. Oh yeah, and somewhere in all that he'd tried to pester Everett into accepting a drunken transfer onto his team, because at least Everett listened to him. He hoped he was the only one who remembered that. Daniel buried his face in his hands.

Or he would have. Blearily, he cracked an eye open. There was a silver bracelet, ornate, and not entirely like earth handcuffs, circling his wrist and with it a chain that led...

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...Straight to one (1) still passed-out and snoring Colonel Everett Young.

The chain disappears under the man, but Everett has one linked to his wrist, too. How it got there? No-one knows. But it was there.

And now Daniel had the task of waking up the man sleeping so soundly next to him.

At least they both still had their clothes on.

Daniel tugged at his wrist with something that was suspiciously morbid fascination. That chain led its way down under Everett. He didn't need to get up or turn him over to know where the end was.

Roughly, he shook his shoulder. "Colonel!" Daniel hissed urgently. "Wake up. There's a problem."

Everett jerks awake with a snort, sitting up quickly and blinking. He instantly regrets that motion, moving up to hold his head...

...When the chain, connected to an identical bracelet, pulls taut.

"...What the...?"

That move was enough to take Daniel off balance. He fell clumsily against the colonel's shoulder, and it was only some tiny scrap of luck that Daniel hadn't ended up tugged into his lap.

The archaeologist sat back. Daniel tugged at his wrist, holding it back against his chest. "My thoughts exactly." He turned his wrist over, and murmured, "Odd, this doesn't look anything at all like a standard handcuff."

Everett brings his other hand, his free hand, up to rub at his eyes. "Yeah? What's that mean?" He mumbles, thickly. He's still waking up, fighting through his hangover, not moving and letting Daniel pull and extend his arm out as the doctor holds his own against his chest.

"Where are we, anyway?"

Daniel's smile was a strained one. "It means that I don't think it'll be easy as finding a key lying around or getting someone to saw it off. It looks alien."

Confident that he wasn't in danger of going into a sprawl all over the colonel, Daniel looked around. Well, at least there was this much. He'd recognize the artifacts and books even in the dark. "My place. I just can't figure out how the handcuffs got involved."

"You got any asprin? I'll be able to think better when my brain isn't at DEFCON 5."

Because, seriously. It was like there was an unscheduled incoming wormhole in his head.

Daniel winced at him in sympathy. He'd been pretty drunk himself, but not nearly so much as the colonel. "Yeah, I think so."

He started to scramble to his feet.

And that movement pulls Everett over. Normally, he was a pretty solid guy, but... yeah. Too much beer. He groans slightly.

"This is going to make things harder."

Daniel stumbled a little. He threw out a hand on the sofa, catching the edge for balance. He wasn't exactly feeling fresh and ready to go either. Maybe he didn't have the hangover Everett did, but he desperately wanted some coffee, breakfast, and a shower.

One of which he'd prefer not to involve Everett in right now. Daniel gave his own wrist a tug, praying that the colonel wasn't going to be deadweight the entire morning.

"No kidding. We should call the SGC, talk to Sam or the labs."

He's forcing himself not to be. Trust him, Daniel. He doesn't want to think he's useless.

"You think this is alien?" It would make sense. Sorta. "How would we get our hands on alien handcuffs?"

"I was asleep, just like you were; I have no idea yet. Anyway...," Daniel started slowly, turning his wrist over, then picking up part of the chain. "I'm not exactly an expert on handcuffs, but I haven't seen anything like it before, have you?

"No." He admits, looking at his own wrist, squinting. "I think there's some writing here..."

He frowns. If it is, he can barely see it, let alone understand it. "Might have a hint."

He's patting his pockets down regardless, just in case there's a key.

[Marine on Atlantis]

[Marine contingent]

[Civilian Contractor. One of the few reporters the IOA and SGC let document the happenings.]

[Field Medic attached to the Marines.]

[Lydia smacks away the medic's hands as he tries to examine her.]

I told you, I'm fine. It was just a little spill.

[Sure, because tumbling down a cliff face while in the middle of an expedition is just a little spill, Dr. Martin.]

You're bleeding from the fucking head.

[This is said matter-of-factly. Bedside manner goes out the window when you start hitting him.

Doc really hates treating civilians.]

Head wounds always look worse than they are.

[She's just trying to get a good look at her tablet to keep up with the notes she made before her tumble.]

[And that tablet is being pushed away further.]

And until Dr. Beckett can take a look at you, you're stuck with me. And I'm looking at your head.

[Just let him do his job, then you can get on with yours.]

Dr. Beckett isn't even on this mission.

[She sets her tablet down on her lap and rolls her eyes but doesn't fight him any more when he tries to poke at her head.]

Exactly.

[He gives it a moment, making sure he isn't going to get slapped at any more, before picking up the medical scanner and life-signs detector it's attached to, running it over the injury.]

[She huffs and puffs and makes a big show of rolling her oddly-dilated eyes as she waits for Bryan to finish his shit.]

Is this going to take long? I have a lot to do here before we go back to base.

[And he's going to shine a light into those eyes. Definite concussion, and if she flinches from the light, that's another symptom... and will be slightly satisfying.]

You might have to put it off.

[She does flinch, minutely, before steeling herself and smacking the flashlight away.]

I don't have the time.

And you've also got a pretty bad concussion. Sorry, but you're not doing any more surveys. I'm sure Dr. Weir, or whoever, will understand.

[And he's getting out a pad for that bleeding.]

I do not have a concussion.

[Because denying it totally makes it true, yeah.] I'm fine.

Your pupils are dilated weirdly, you have a sensitivity to light. Yeah. You've got a concussion.

[And, unsaid under all that was What's your doctorate in again? Oh, yes. Not medicine.]

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Dammit.

[She slumps back against her chair, grumbling.] Well? Can you fix it?

[...What?]

Did you seriously just ask me if I could fix a concussion?

[The look she gives him could freeze fire.]

The head wound. [One of her doctorates is in theoretical physics, the other in proof theory and constructive mathematics, so yeah, she doesn't know a lot about medicine. But she knows that concussions can only improve with time.] Can you fix that? I can work with a concussion, but not with blood in my eyes.

[Tim resists the urge to sigh.]

I'm wrapping it up now, but you're going back to Atlantis.

Later though, right? [She gestures out towards the opening of the medical tent.] There's still so much data I haven't collected yet.

[Difficulty focusing and attention lapses are another cause, so Doc holds up three fingers.]

How many fingers am I holding up?

[He gets another glare for his trouble, but she does reply.]

Four.

[Blank stare.]

We're going back to Atlantis. Now.

I was holding up three.

So? I was only off by one.

[But her retort is half-hearted at best, like she knows she's been beat. She can't resist fighting anyway, because that's just in her nature.]

It's really not that bad.

I'm not having Dr. Weir or Colonel Sheppard roasting my ass because someone passed out on my duty.

We're going back to the Jumper. Doctor's orders.

Dammit.

Fine, Jesus. Let me just go talk to Rodney and you can take me back to fucking base camp.

Better you than me.

[Doc avoided McKay like the plague. Ever since he had to deal with one of his citrus-related panic attacks.]

[Rolling her eyes at him again, she pushes her way past him and half stumbles out of the tent, calling out for Rodney. He takes a lot of getting used to, but fighting with him is invigorating, because he cares about science just as much as she does, and that's great.

There's some raised voices, a lot of gesturing, but eventually Lydia makes her way back to the tent.]

[Doc, meanwhile, is gathering his stuff up for the trek back to the jumper. He's swinging his P90 around as Lydia's coming back to the tent.]

Put that thing down, you'll blow off something important.

I'm not going to use it on you.

[Although he is tempted.]

You say that now...

[Lydia sounds like she has experience with moody military men.]

I'm not a vet. I don't put down my patients.

[Take that sentance how you will.]

Let's go.

Like I said, you say that now.

[She heaves a put upon sigh but does head off towards the gate.] Do they know we're on our way?

When we get back to the Jumper, I'll dial in and let them know.

[Oh yeah, the jumper. Why did she forget about the jumper?]

...Can you even fly that thing?

Yeah.

[In a straight line, at least.]

I naturally have the gene.

Oh. That must come in handy.

[Lydia took the ATA gene therapy treatment and it worked, so technically she could fly it as well, but she probably couldn't in her current condition.]

[A shrug.]

Stay close. We still don't know what's on this planet.

[Because he's not in the mood for small talking.]

Can't be worse than the Wraith.

[She sounds supremely unconcerned with the threat of imminent danger, which could be due to her head injury or could be due to the act that she believes herself invincible.]

[Doc's willing to go for the latter.]

I've seen worse.

Yeah, me too.

[She lapses into silence there for a while, stumbling along through the thick grasses until they make it to the jumper.]

[There's a snort there. He doubts that.

They keep walking, almost to the jumper, when Doc hears something. He holds his hand out to stop Lydia.]

[He knows nothing about her. That snort gets her glaring at the back of his head, a quiet little muttered curse slipping past her lips. Asshole.

The sound has her snapping her head up, her breath stalling in her lungs.]

[Civilian Field Medic.]

[Who says the Army don't loan people to the marines?]

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Cassandra Fraiser | Stargate SG-1

lydia martin ♗ TEEN WOLF

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⊱ ℳ ⊰ james bond (craig continuity)

John Harrison || [star trek reboot] || looking for other Star Trek muses, but mostly ota

derek hale — teen wolf.

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Jack O'Neill | Stargate SG-1

5? Not that she EVER takes a bloody break

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Tony Stark l Iron Man/MCU l OTA

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Hansel : Hansel & Gretel Witch Hunters

five. leisure time.