Off Island: Meetings

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Who: Some NPCs
Where: Public Park in Colorado Springs, Colorado
When: Seven months post-crash
Status: Incomplete
Invited: NPCs (Yes, if you ask first, you can claim one of the SG-1 team members

Comments

[NPC Paul]

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The last time Paul had been this nervous was when George Fox's xenophobes were closing in on him and Jenny in San Diego. After being forced to abandon their car, they'd been on foot in an area with no public transportation and few taxis. Any of the pedestrians could be one of Fox's goons.

Fox had held all the cards, like Stargate Command did now. Kevin, despite his teleportation ability, knew it as well. The young man's body language screamed what his psychic shielding hid: anxiety. Thanks to Jenny's coaching and years of practice Paul hid his nerves well.

The soldier whom Paul presumed to be General O'Neill asked, "Kevin Wilson? Paul Forrester?"

"Yes," Paul replied, noting that Kevin didn't. "I'm Paul Forrester." It was difficult to utter the words to two human soldiers and their Jaffa friend, but Paul managed. "And this is my friend Kevin Wilson." The corners of Kevin's mouth twitched into a taut smile.

Paul watched and sensed the others' reactions. The Jaffa -- who was big even for a Jaffa -- let no emotion through. Based on appearances alone the man was a footsoldier. Paul suspected there was much more to him and his symbiote. The pretty, confident blonde bristled with curiosity, while the general radiated wariness, unease, and impatience. Curiously, O'Neill reminded Paul of Scott in that sense.

Normally Paul would offer his hand, but the amount of tension prompted him to refrain. He continued, "Thank you for meeting us. I hope that our combined efforts can resolve this... situation quickly."