[Stargate: Drabble] "Reporting" [SG-22, G]
Title: Reporting
Prompt: writerverse phase 22, challenge 14 weekly quick fic, prompts ‘unbreakable bonds’ & “For Kate, no common love will feel/ My woman-soldier, gallant Kate/ As pure and true as blades of steel” (“Kate” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Bonus? original (mostly)
Word Count: 783
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: A visiting general questions Jason about SG-22.
Reporting
“General Atwell, sir?” said Jason, pausing on the doorway of Hammond’s office.
The visiting general waved him in. “At ease, son. This is an informal interview.”
Jason relaxed a little, “Yes, sir.”
Atwell was perhaps a little older than Hammond, with a head of white hair and a no-nonsense air about him. Jason waited, not quite at ease, until he spoke again, “For the record, state your name, rank and current assignment.”
“Gunnery Sergeant Jason Vicks, US Marine Corps,” he said. “Currently assigned to SG-22.”
“Twenty-two,” the general repeated. “That’s Captain Gryff-idd’s command, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir,” said Jason, then, “And if I may, sir? It’s pronounced Griff-ith.”
“I see.” Atwell’s tone was even, revealing nothing. “And the other members of your team?”
“First Lieutenant Walter Tobias and Dr. Levi Flannigan.”
“An Air Force officer and a civilian consultant?”
“Yes, sir.”
“SG-22 is not a first-contact team, is that correct, sergeant?”
“Yes, sir,” Jason repeated. “We’re primarily assigned to surveying and reconnaissance missions, after another team has done the initial contact.”
The general nodded. “Yes, so your records indicate. But they also indicated that you and your team are regularly captured and imprisoned by enemy forces. And from the looks of Captain Gryffydd’s medical records, that seems to be a problem.”
“With respect, sir,” said Jason, “you should read the rest of our records, as well. Almost any time the captain was injured on a mission was because she was preventing us from getting hurt. And we have always been able to escape our situations, usually bringing valuable intelligence, equipment and personnel back with us.”
“I see,” said Atwell. He shuffled some papers around on Hammond’s desk. “Sergeant, were you aware that Captain Gryffydd is the only female SG-team leader?”
“I was aware, sir, but I’ve never considered it relevant.”
“Haven’t you?” the general asked. “Stargate Command is an unusual situation. The United States armed forces don’t officially allow women in combat positions, but this entire program is so classified that certain allowances have had to be made. Your team is not technically a combat team, but you regularly face enemy forces. Do you ever feel that having a female commanding officer is a risk in the field?”
“No, sir,” said Jason.
“No? Women make fine officers, son, I’m not debating that. Captain Gryffydd has a good head on her shoulders, your mission reports show she makes good decisions, based on what you’ve got. But in a firefight, with help literally millions of miles away, things are different. If you found yourself injured on an off-world mission, would she be able to get you back to Earth?”
“Yes, sir,” said Jason.
Atwell looked surprised. “That was a very quick response, sergeant,” he said. “How can you be so sure?”
“Because it’s already happened, sir. The captain and I were caught in an explosion, off-world, and I was knocked unconscious. Despite being injured herself, she made a travois to drag me back to the ‘gate.”
“A travois?” the general repeated.
“Yes, sir. It was two staff weapons, with an emergency blanket. The captain tied it to her tac vest, towed me right back to Earth. She’s smart like that, always coming up with ways to get us out of trouble. Even if she gets hurt doing them.”
“I see,” said Atwell.
Jason took a deep breath. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
“Granted,” the general said.
“Sir, Captain Gryffydd is the best commanding officer I’ve ever had. I would follow her to hell if she asked - and if you’ve read SG-1’s reports, you know that’s not an exaggeration. If you think she’s a liability to our team, or the program, or this planet, then you’re mistaken, sir. She is one of the greatest assets we have.”
There was a beat of silence. Then, the general smiled. “Sergeant, I was hoping you’d say that.”
Jason frowned. “Sir?”
“I did read all of your team’s records, but I needed to be sure they were an accurate depiction of what’s going on here. I’ll be honest, son, I’m an old-fashioned military man - I’m not used to evaluating women in combat, or units of mixed Air Force, Marines and civilians. Your team is the only off-world unit lead by a woman and the only one with your particular make-up. If there was a problem, it would likely turn up there. Your answer is very reassuring, son.”
“Um, thank you, sir,” said Jason.
“Thank you, sergeant.” Atwell smiled. “Dismissed, sergeant. Go back to your team.”
“Yes, sir,” said Jason, with a salute.
The rest of SG-22 were waiting at the bottom of the stairs to the upper level, and immediately surrounded him. “Well?”
Jason smiled. “The general’s on our side.”
THE END
Current Mood:
working
Prompt: writerverse phase 22, challenge 14 weekly quick fic, prompts ‘unbreakable bonds’ & “For Kate, no common love will feel/ My woman-soldier, gallant Kate/ As pure and true as blades of steel” (“Kate” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Bonus? original (mostly)
Word Count: 783
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: A visiting general questions Jason about SG-22.
Reporting
“General Atwell, sir?” said Jason, pausing on the doorway of Hammond’s office.
The visiting general waved him in. “At ease, son. This is an informal interview.”
Jason relaxed a little, “Yes, sir.”
Atwell was perhaps a little older than Hammond, with a head of white hair and a no-nonsense air about him. Jason waited, not quite at ease, until he spoke again, “For the record, state your name, rank and current assignment.”
“Gunnery Sergeant Jason Vicks, US Marine Corps,” he said. “Currently assigned to SG-22.”
“Twenty-two,” the general repeated. “That’s Captain Gryff-idd’s command, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir,” said Jason, then, “And if I may, sir? It’s pronounced Griff-ith.”
“I see.” Atwell’s tone was even, revealing nothing. “And the other members of your team?”
“First Lieutenant Walter Tobias and Dr. Levi Flannigan.”
“An Air Force officer and a civilian consultant?”
“Yes, sir.”
“SG-22 is not a first-contact team, is that correct, sergeant?”
“Yes, sir,” Jason repeated. “We’re primarily assigned to surveying and reconnaissance missions, after another team has done the initial contact.”
The general nodded. “Yes, so your records indicate. But they also indicated that you and your team are regularly captured and imprisoned by enemy forces. And from the looks of Captain Gryffydd’s medical records, that seems to be a problem.”
“With respect, sir,” said Jason, “you should read the rest of our records, as well. Almost any time the captain was injured on a mission was because she was preventing us from getting hurt. And we have always been able to escape our situations, usually bringing valuable intelligence, equipment and personnel back with us.”
“I see,” said Atwell. He shuffled some papers around on Hammond’s desk. “Sergeant, were you aware that Captain Gryffydd is the only female SG-team leader?”
“I was aware, sir, but I’ve never considered it relevant.”
“Haven’t you?” the general asked. “Stargate Command is an unusual situation. The United States armed forces don’t officially allow women in combat positions, but this entire program is so classified that certain allowances have had to be made. Your team is not technically a combat team, but you regularly face enemy forces. Do you ever feel that having a female commanding officer is a risk in the field?”
“No, sir,” said Jason.
“No? Women make fine officers, son, I’m not debating that. Captain Gryffydd has a good head on her shoulders, your mission reports show she makes good decisions, based on what you’ve got. But in a firefight, with help literally millions of miles away, things are different. If you found yourself injured on an off-world mission, would she be able to get you back to Earth?”
“Yes, sir,” said Jason.
Atwell looked surprised. “That was a very quick response, sergeant,” he said. “How can you be so sure?”
“Because it’s already happened, sir. The captain and I were caught in an explosion, off-world, and I was knocked unconscious. Despite being injured herself, she made a travois to drag me back to the ‘gate.”
“A travois?” the general repeated.
“Yes, sir. It was two staff weapons, with an emergency blanket. The captain tied it to her tac vest, towed me right back to Earth. She’s smart like that, always coming up with ways to get us out of trouble. Even if she gets hurt doing them.”
“I see,” said Atwell.
Jason took a deep breath. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
“Granted,” the general said.
“Sir, Captain Gryffydd is the best commanding officer I’ve ever had. I would follow her to hell if she asked - and if you’ve read SG-1’s reports, you know that’s not an exaggeration. If you think she’s a liability to our team, or the program, or this planet, then you’re mistaken, sir. She is one of the greatest assets we have.”
There was a beat of silence. Then, the general smiled. “Sergeant, I was hoping you’d say that.”
Jason frowned. “Sir?”
“I did read all of your team’s records, but I needed to be sure they were an accurate depiction of what’s going on here. I’ll be honest, son, I’m an old-fashioned military man - I’m not used to evaluating women in combat, or units of mixed Air Force, Marines and civilians. Your team is the only off-world unit lead by a woman and the only one with your particular make-up. If there was a problem, it would likely turn up there. Your answer is very reassuring, son.”
“Um, thank you, sir,” said Jason.
“Thank you, sergeant.” Atwell smiled. “Dismissed, sergeant. Go back to your team.”
“Yes, sir,” said Jason, with a salute.
The rest of SG-22 were waiting at the bottom of the stairs to the upper level, and immediately surrounded him. “Well?”
Jason smiled. “The general’s on our side.”
THE END
Current Mood:
working