[Daniel] (open tag)fikgirlJanuary 5 2006, 13:31:44 UTC
Daniel tried not to laugh at Jon's very obvious indignation. At least his mind had finally settled down and was reconciling the Jack/Jon issue - provided that Daniel didn't think too much about it.
Still that left them with the problem of one very amnesiac and loud mouthed astrophysicist.
"McKay, have you seen a doctor?" Daniel asked quietly.
"Is that some kind of a joke? You tell me we've crashed on an island somewhere, probably in the middle of the very big Pacific Ocean and now you ask me if I've seen a doctor?"
Daniel rolled his eyes. "There are two doctors who survived the crash. They've been seeing to the injured. If you can walk over to the infirmary tent, why don't you ask for Dr. House, all right?"
Dismissing McKay for the moment, Daniel touched his radio and signaled to Sgt. Blaise, "Blaise, it's Jackson. When you get a minute, I really need to talk to you about a few . . . things."
"I'm getting too old for this," Daniel muttered tiredly.
"You do know who you sound like, right?" Jon asked smugly.
"Yes, and for the record, I find it a little disturbing."
[Sgt. Blaise] (tag Daniel)sinanjuJanuary 5 2006, 16:40:35 UTC
Dr. Jackson's voice crackled in Blaise's earpiece.
Blaise climbed to his feet and walked away from the fire, where Ash was spinning another episode in his seemingly-endless tall tales about fighting undead zombies for Michael's kid. The stories were preposterous and shamelessly self-promoting, but weirdly entertaining. In the absence of comrades to BS with or television, they were the best thing going.
Reaching up to activate his mike, Blaise replied, "Copy that, Dr. Jackson. I'm on my way."
He settled the strap of the P90 a little more comfortably over his shoulder, looked around until he spotted Jackson and McKay and headed in their direction.
[Daniel] (tag Jon, Rodney, Blaise, Vala)fikgirlJanuary 5 2006, 18:43:01 UTC
Daniel nodded to Blaise as he walked up to join their little pow-wow. He watched as Blaise took in both Vala and Jon, and although their were questions written on his face, he didn't ask them immediately.
(One thing about him, he's sharp,) Daniel thought.
"Dr. Jackson?" Blaise asked.
"Guess what, Sergeant? Your day is about to get a lot more interesting," Daniel told the marine. "Jon, you want to start?"
"No, Daniel, not really."
"Will you start anyway, Jon?" Daniel asked, trying hard not to smirk at the perplexed look on Blaise's face.
Jon blew out a puff of air, rocked and rocked on his heels. "Sergeant - Daniel who is this guy anyway?"
Daniel shook his head, wondering how it was that he, Sam and Teal'c really hadn't recognized Jack O' Neill shoved into a teenager's body that day he walked into the SGC. It was hard to not see all the similarities, the mannerisms and attitudes that were pure Jack. And also pure Jon now. Daniel stopped that line of thought before it got confusing. (More confusing. Whatever.) "This is Sergeant Parker Blaise, SG-23. Marines."
"Dr. Jackson -" Blaise began.
"Oh for crying out loud, Sergeant, do you honestly think Daniel would have told a complete stranger that sort of information?" Daniel watched Jon watch Blaise's eyes flicker between Jon and Vala.
"Dr. Jackson, what is going on? Who are these people? Do they have clearance and if so, how do they have clearance?"
"I thought you guys were just supposed to stand around and watch our backsides," Jon complained, "What's with all the questions? But, before you decide that I'm a hostile that needs to be sanctioned, and start shooting, I'll explain. You know General Jack O' Neill?"
Blaise said nothing, which Daniel thought under the circumstances was the logical response. When in doubt, don't confirm anything.
Evidently, Jon must have realized the same because he continued. "Well, I'm him. Only shorter. A lot shorter. And without the gray. But with much better knees thank you very much."
"Dr. Jackson?"
"Look Sergeant, I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth. About a year and half ago, this whack job of an Asgard scientist decided that my genes were the secret to Asgard survival -"
"Why your genes?" McKay blurted out, reminding Daniel that he was still present. "I mean, sure you have the ATA gene, but what about intelligence? You certainly don't have mine or even Colonel Carter's superior intellect -"
"McKay, shut up," Jon snapped over his shoulder and turned back to Blaise. "Anyway, Loki wasn't too good at his job and here I am."
[Rodney] (tag Jon, Daniel, Blaise, Vala)jayel_foxJanuary 6 2006, 02:00:29 UTC
Shot down by a precocious, arrogant teenager. The irony was lost on Rodney.
"Do you have a way of contacting the Asgard? No? Then it's all irrelevant. Now that we've all been properly introduced, why don't we move on the more important issues - like getting me medical attention and food, yes? And how about some more appropriate attire for little Miss Leather and Lace Barbie over here? Not that I don't appreciated the Warrior Princess look," Rodney told Vala sincerly. "Oh, believe me, I do, but it's not exactly helping you to blend in."
[Vala] (tag Jon, Daniel, Blaise, Vala)bloodstoneravenJanuary 6 2006, 02:29:52 UTC
"Warrior Princess?" Vala asked indignantly. "And I suppose your the shining beacon, as it were, of stealth and duplicity? Again, I'll ask the general forum: Shoudn't we be doing something-- oh, I don't know-- useful, instead of standing around blabbing at eachother?"
"I'm trying to see if we can find a way go get everyone out of here, Vala." Daniel said as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe. It probably had been, at one point, before they all got sidetracked on the teenaged Colonel and Vala's choice in attire.
"Well, people are getting suspicious." Vala gestured to the tents, where nobody was paying them the slightest mind.
The now four men looked in the direction she had indicated. "Yup, their all really dying to know what we're talking about over here."
[Blaise] (tag Jon, Daniel, Rodney, Vala)sinanjuJanuary 6 2006, 02:51:17 UTC
Blaise glanced at Little Miss Leather and Lace Barbie, who was avidly watching the arguments and grinning hugely. He still wondered who the hell she was, but Dr. Jackson seemed to know her and though he clearly didn't like her, he didn't seem to regard her as a major threat. Blaise decided to keep an eye on her--and that would be no hardship, certainly--but she wasn't his primary concern.
Then there was the teenager claiming to be a clone of General O'Neill. Blaise was inclined to believe it, much to his own surprise. The kid had that way of assuming authority he'd noticed earlier--being a duplicate of General O'Neill would explain that. And he sounded like the General, now that he wasn't undercover. His style of speech and word choices resembled what Blaise knew of the General.
Besides, a clone was small potatoes. As part of his training, he'd learned about a host of things the SGC had dealt with that he'd thought the sole domain of science fiction. Clones, the Goa'uld, mind transference, androids, alien shapeshifters, artificial intelligences, beings of pure energy--hell, Dr. Jackson had reportedly died and eventually been reborn!
"It's not that hard to believe, really," Blaise said to Jon, ignoring McKay's ranting. "If you're who I believe you are, you know why."
Jon gave Blaise a considering look. "Yeah, that's a point."
"So your knowledge and experience could come in handy--"
"But?" Jon asked. "There's a 'but' in there, isn't there?"
"Yes, s--yes, there is, Jon," Blaise said. "You may be a clone of General O'Neill, but you're not General O'Neill anymore. I answer to Dr. Jackson."
[Jon] tag all SG folks :)sophiedbJanuary 6 2006, 12:56:52 UTC
OOC: mornin'! *cackle* ooh, what to type? *itchy fingers*
For a few moments, Jon's face took on a stony expression that Daniel would have been very familiar with. Then he nodded shortly, because it was the right thing to do. He wasn't happy about it, but if they were going to be stuck here for a while there was no way his fellow survivors wouldn't notice that an apparent teenager was calling the shots.
"I can deal with that," he stated blankly. "I'm assuming the General assigned you to watch Dr Jackson's six, so I will not interfere with that duty in any shape or form. However!" Jon held the Marine's gaze firmly. "If anything bad happens to Daniel, or if you refuse to follow any of his perfectly reasonable orders - and they will be reasonable, because that's the kind of guy he is - I will tear you a new one. And that's before the General gets his turn, let alone Teal'c or Colonel Carter. Is that understood?"
"Yes, s- Ok. Jon," Blaise emphasized, obviously determined to stand his ground. His face was a little paler though, Jon noted smugly. Those intimidation techniques had been falling out of use recently, unless you count schoolyard bullies.
"Also -" he transferred his gaze to Daniel, who had an eyebrow quirked - practically an SG1 trademark these days. "You're doing great. I know you didn't come down with the plane, but these people trust you and that is a good thing. That camp out there is almost entirely down to you. Me?" He shrugged as nonchalantly as possible. "I'm just a kid."
Daniel just blinked at him. "Riiiiight."
Jon smirked at the sign of a true linguist: conveying a giant heap of incredulity in one itty-bitty word.
"Ok, so I'm a mouthy kid with a few good ideas - but once the craziness settles down, who're they going to turn to? A Marine? No offense Sergeant, but they're civilians. So who else is there? Plenty are helping out, but no-one else is organizing, and while I may be biased I highly doubt that any of them have your experience or perspective."
The archaeologist took a look back at the structures on the beach - the tents, the piles of suitcases, the signal fire - and Jon could almost hear his mind buzzing a mile a minute, probably in denial of something that was already fact. The guy didn't know his own worth.
Jon cleared his throat as melodramatically as possible, then looked at the sky innocently when Daniel's eyes came back to him.
"Course, I may make a few tiny.. suggestions.. now and then?"
"Course, I may make a few tiny . . . suggestions . . . now and then?"
Daniel tried very hard to hold back the smirk threatening to overtake his face. Jon wasn't Jack; but Jon was Jack and while his mind was still struggling to reconcile the two, for what it was worth he would be glad to have Jon's "experience and knowledge" while on the island.
And Daniel had a pretty good idea how those suggestions would be worded; considering there weren't any ruins to study or cultures to monitor, he figured there wouldn't be too many arguments over those suggestions.
Giving Jon a nod, Daniel turned back to Blaise. "Sergeant, this is Vala Maldoran. She's an alien," Daniel held up a hand to stop interruption when he saw the question in Blaise's eyes, "and I don't know why she's here. She's also the same Vala who tried to steal the Prometheus from under General Hammond a while back, if you're familiar with the file. She also was the host to Qetesh, whom the Tok'ra had a hand in removing. And most importantly, Vala has a healing device which will probably come in handy if we can find a way to be discrete about it.
Barring that, we'll just say national security and get a whole lot of people under survelliance once we're off the island. But, contrary to popular belief," Daniel glared at Vala as he said this, "I'm not about to let anyone die for the sake of national security."
"Understood, Dr. Jackson," Blaise nodded.
Daniel turned to Rodney and grabbed the man gently by the elbow. "Now, McKay, you have a concussion, let's go see Dr. House. And somebody, please find Vala some clothes that will help her ... blend."
With that, Daniel led the protesting McKay towards the infirmary, knowing full well Jon and Blaise would be able to handle whatever Vala might throw at them.
[Blaise] AlienssinanjuJanuary 6 2006, 20:42:09 UTC
Blaise turned to Vala. She was definitely an attractive woman, though she'd been even prettier if she wasn't always smirking at everyone around her. She was also clearly an "alien" only in the sense that she'd been born on another planet. One of the countless billions of humans descended from slaves marched off-world thru the stargate millennia ago.
"An alien, huh?" He wasn't thrilled by the fact that she was armed, but neither Daniel nor Jon had suggested that she surrender the sidearm. If they'd wanted her to, they'd have said something, Blaise knew, so he put his concerns aside.
Still, it was good to keep track of your resources. He indicated her sidearm with a flick of his finger. "What kind of weapon is that?"
A slug thrower would be fairly low key, unlikely to draw too much attention if she used it, but probably would have limited ammunition. An energy weapon would be difficult to use without causing a stir, but would probably last a long time before it was drained. Whatever you might think of the Goa'uld and other advanced races, they built things to last.
With luck, they wouldn't need any of the weapons. But luck hadn't served them--any of them--very well so far.
Still that left them with the problem of one very amnesiac and loud mouthed astrophysicist.
"McKay, have you seen a doctor?" Daniel asked quietly.
"Is that some kind of a joke? You tell me we've crashed on an island somewhere, probably in the middle of the very big Pacific Ocean and now you ask me if I've seen a doctor?"
Daniel rolled his eyes. "There are two doctors who survived the crash. They've been seeing to the injured. If you can walk over to the infirmary tent, why don't you ask for Dr. House, all right?"
Dismissing McKay for the moment, Daniel touched his radio and signaled to Sgt. Blaise, "Blaise, it's Jackson. When you get a minute, I really need to talk to you about a few . . . things."
"I'm getting too old for this," Daniel muttered tiredly.
"You do know who you sound like, right?" Jon asked smugly.
"Yes, and for the record, I find it a little disturbing."
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Blaise climbed to his feet and walked away from the fire, where Ash was spinning another episode in his seemingly-endless tall tales about fighting undead zombies for Michael's kid. The stories were preposterous and shamelessly self-promoting, but weirdly entertaining. In the absence of comrades to BS with or television, they were the best thing going.
Reaching up to activate his mike, Blaise replied, "Copy that, Dr. Jackson. I'm on my way."
He settled the strap of the P90 a little more comfortably over his shoulder, looked around until he spotted Jackson and McKay and headed in their direction.
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(One thing about him, he's sharp,) Daniel thought.
"Dr. Jackson?" Blaise asked.
"Guess what, Sergeant? Your day is about to get a lot more interesting," Daniel told the marine. "Jon, you want to start?"
"No, Daniel, not really."
"Will you start anyway, Jon?" Daniel asked, trying hard not to smirk at the perplexed look on Blaise's face.
Jon blew out a puff of air, rocked and rocked on his heels. "Sergeant - Daniel who is this guy anyway?"
Daniel shook his head, wondering how it was that he, Sam and Teal'c really hadn't recognized Jack O' Neill shoved into a teenager's body that day he walked into the SGC. It was hard to not see all the similarities, the mannerisms and attitudes that were pure Jack. And also pure Jon now. Daniel stopped that line of thought before it got confusing. (More confusing. Whatever.) "This is Sergeant Parker Blaise, SG-23. Marines."
"Dr. Jackson -" Blaise began.
"Oh for crying out loud, Sergeant, do you honestly think Daniel would have told a complete stranger that sort of information?" Daniel watched Jon watch Blaise's eyes flicker between Jon and Vala.
"Dr. Jackson, what is going on? Who are these people? Do they have clearance and if so, how do they have clearance?"
"I thought you guys were just supposed to stand around and watch our backsides," Jon complained, "What's with all the questions? But, before you decide that I'm a hostile that needs to be sanctioned, and start shooting, I'll explain. You know General Jack O' Neill?"
Blaise said nothing, which Daniel thought under the circumstances was the logical response. When in doubt, don't confirm anything.
Evidently, Jon must have realized the same because he continued. "Well, I'm him. Only shorter. A lot shorter. And without the gray. But with much better knees thank you very much."
"Dr. Jackson?"
"Look Sergeant, I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth. About a year and half ago, this whack job of an Asgard scientist decided that my genes were the secret to Asgard survival -"
"Why your genes?" McKay blurted out, reminding Daniel that he was still present. "I mean, sure you have the ATA gene, but what about intelligence? You certainly don't have mine or even Colonel Carter's superior intellect -"
"McKay, shut up," Jon snapped over his shoulder and turned back to Blaise. "Anyway, Loki wasn't too good at his job and here I am."
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"Do you have a way of contacting the Asgard? No? Then it's all irrelevant. Now that we've all been properly introduced, why don't we move on the more important issues - like getting me medical attention and food, yes? And how about some more appropriate attire for little Miss Leather and Lace Barbie over here? Not that I don't appreciated the Warrior Princess look," Rodney told Vala sincerly. "Oh, believe me, I do, but it's not exactly helping you to blend in."
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"I'm trying to see if we can find a way go get everyone out of here, Vala." Daniel said as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe. It probably had been, at one point, before they all got sidetracked on the teenaged Colonel and Vala's choice in attire.
"Well, people are getting suspicious." Vala gestured to the tents, where nobody was paying them the slightest mind.
The now four men looked in the direction she had indicated. "Yup, their all really dying to know what we're talking about over here."
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Then there was the teenager claiming to be a clone of General O'Neill. Blaise was inclined to believe it, much to his own surprise. The kid had that way of assuming authority he'd noticed earlier--being a duplicate of General O'Neill would explain that. And he sounded like the General, now that he wasn't undercover. His style of speech and word choices resembled what Blaise knew of the General.
Besides, a clone was small potatoes. As part of his training, he'd learned about a host of things the SGC had dealt with that he'd thought the sole domain of science fiction. Clones, the Goa'uld, mind transference, androids, alien shapeshifters, artificial intelligences, beings of pure energy--hell, Dr. Jackson had reportedly died and eventually been reborn!
"It's not that hard to believe, really," Blaise said to Jon, ignoring McKay's ranting. "If you're who I believe you are, you know why."
Jon gave Blaise a considering look. "Yeah, that's a point."
"So your knowledge and experience could come in handy--"
"But?" Jon asked. "There's a 'but' in there, isn't there?"
"Yes, s--yes, there is, Jon," Blaise said. "You may be a clone of General O'Neill, but you're not General O'Neill anymore. I answer to Dr. Jackson."
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For a few moments, Jon's face took on a stony expression that Daniel would have been very familiar with. Then he nodded shortly, because it was the right thing to do. He wasn't happy about it, but if they were going to be stuck here for a while there was no way his fellow survivors wouldn't notice that an apparent teenager was calling the shots.
"I can deal with that," he stated blankly. "I'm assuming the General assigned you to watch Dr Jackson's six, so I will not interfere with that duty in any shape or form. However!" Jon held the Marine's gaze firmly. "If anything bad happens to Daniel, or if you refuse to follow any of his perfectly reasonable orders - and they will be reasonable, because that's the kind of guy he is - I will tear you a new one. And that's before the General gets his turn, let alone Teal'c or Colonel Carter. Is that understood?"
"Yes, s- Ok. Jon," Blaise emphasized, obviously determined to stand his ground. His face was a little paler though, Jon noted smugly. Those intimidation techniques had been falling out of use recently, unless you count schoolyard bullies.
"Also -" he transferred his gaze to Daniel, who had an eyebrow quirked - practically an SG1 trademark these days. "You're doing great. I know you didn't come down with the plane, but these people trust you and that is a good thing. That camp out there is almost entirely down to you. Me?" He shrugged as nonchalantly as possible. "I'm just a kid."
Daniel just blinked at him. "Riiiiight."
Jon smirked at the sign of a true linguist: conveying a giant heap of incredulity in one itty-bitty word.
"Ok, so I'm a mouthy kid with a few good ideas - but once the craziness settles down, who're they going to turn to? A Marine? No offense Sergeant, but they're civilians. So who else is there? Plenty are helping out, but no-one else is organizing, and while I may be biased I highly doubt that any of them have your experience or perspective."
The archaeologist took a look back at the structures on the beach - the tents, the piles of suitcases, the signal fire - and Jon could almost hear his mind buzzing a mile a minute, probably in denial of something that was already fact. The guy didn't know his own worth.
Jon cleared his throat as melodramatically as possible, then looked at the sky innocently when Daniel's eyes came back to him.
"Course, I may make a few tiny.. suggestions.. now and then?"
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Daniel tried very hard to hold back the smirk threatening to overtake his face. Jon wasn't Jack; but Jon was Jack and while his mind was still struggling to reconcile the two, for what it was worth he would be glad to have Jon's "experience and knowledge" while on the island.
And Daniel had a pretty good idea how those suggestions would be worded; considering there weren't any ruins to study or cultures to monitor, he figured there wouldn't be too many arguments over those suggestions.
Giving Jon a nod, Daniel turned back to Blaise. "Sergeant, this is Vala Maldoran. She's an alien," Daniel held up a hand to stop interruption when he saw the question in Blaise's eyes, "and I don't know why she's here. She's also the same Vala who tried to steal the Prometheus from under General Hammond a while back, if you're familiar with the file. She also was the host to Qetesh, whom the Tok'ra had a hand in removing. And most importantly, Vala has a healing device which will probably come in handy if we can find a way to be discrete about it.
Barring that, we'll just say national security and get a whole lot of people under survelliance once we're off the island. But, contrary to popular belief," Daniel glared at Vala as he said this, "I'm not about to let anyone die for the sake of national security."
"Understood, Dr. Jackson," Blaise nodded.
Daniel turned to Rodney and grabbed the man gently by the elbow. "Now, McKay, you have a concussion, let's go see Dr. House. And somebody, please find Vala some clothes that will help her ... blend."
With that, Daniel led the protesting McKay towards the infirmary, knowing full well Jon and Blaise would be able to handle whatever Vala might throw at them.
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"An alien, huh?" He wasn't thrilled by the fact that she was armed, but neither Daniel nor Jon had suggested that she surrender the sidearm. If they'd wanted her to, they'd have said something, Blaise knew, so he put his concerns aside.
Still, it was good to keep track of your resources. He indicated her sidearm with a flick of his finger. "What kind of weapon is that?"
A slug thrower would be fairly low key, unlikely to draw too much attention if she used it, but probably would have limited ammunition. An energy weapon would be difficult to use without causing a stir, but would probably last a long time before it was drained. Whatever you might think of the Goa'uld and other advanced races, they built things to last.
With luck, they wouldn't need any of the weapons. But luck hadn't served them--any of them--very well so far.
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Jon clapped his hands together suddenly, making both Blaise and Vala jump. "Well, kids, it seems we have a mission."
Vala draped her arms around the two men's shoulders. "Gentlemen, lets go shopping!"
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