GAME LAUNCH POST: [Daniel Jackson] Welcome to Gamma Site

[fikgirl]

Who: Daniel Jackson
When: Eleven months at Gamma Site
Where: The "town hall"
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete

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Jack O'Neill] Let's not get nuts, here!

[lost_mckay]

"Cute kid," opined the supposedly retired Major General Jack O'Neill as he headed up the side aisle. Avoid the traffic, he figured. He nodded his greeting to the archaeologist with a brief, "Daniel," before returning his attention to the conversation that threatened histrionics.

He was dressed in Air Force navy blue BDUs, comfortable, sturdy work clothes; dark t-shirt sitting beneath a buttoned, long sleeved blue shirt and multi-pocketed cargo pants, finished off with a pair of serviceable boots. They had their insignias placed, as the man was in uniform, patches and rank embroidered upon the epaulets. His boots still had their basic shine, so the chances were good they weren't quite as loved as they could have been. Years in Washington scuffed boots in different ways...

Boot up the--
Yes.

"Look. No one's cut off from anywhere." Here, Jack's voice rose in complaint and authority. "Sure. We can't get back to Earth, or the Alpha site. But, you..." He pointed to Valerie, "aren't helping. Shame on you. You should know better. I've got, on file, all the bad places not to go. You know.. planets being swallowed by black holes.. places I've sent random bad-guys."

Gesturing across to the seated Daniel, Jack pointed. "See that guy? Did you read your SGC history book? If not, I suggest you do. It was good old-fashioned work that actually got us started... and we didn't have a neato database to work from. And, with the experience that we've got here, I don't expect we'll have too many problems."

Dark eyes look to the much younger woman, his tones even. "And this is a conversation best left when you have all the information, rather than scaring everyone without any reason." Jack still believed in protecting the civilians from information, particularly when problems arose and he didn't have an immediate solution. "You'll learn more about off-world operations when you actually listen."

[Ron Boone]

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(OOC:Firstly, I apologise for the lack of Icon; I'll have them sorted out by the end of the week, promise!)

Ron nervously fidgeted in his BDU's, uncomfortable in the Human clothing now, but more comforable that he was allowed to regrow both beard and hair. He slicked it back, pulling the long brown hair into a neat ponytail as he entered the town hall.

As a member of the SGC, he'd made it his job to know about all of the important (and not so important) members of the expedition. He cast a gaze over the crowd, pleased to see so many here. He nodded a greeting to the psychologist, Jason Maguire and then moved to take his place beside the general, just in time to hear the end of his admonition to the other woman.

~Lan, that's Valarie, right?~

~Yes, Science, or somesuch? I am afraid I still have trouble with your Tau'ri names.~

A soft mental laugh is shared and Ron can't quite hide the smile from the shared comments.

"There's still so many other sites we haven't had a chance to try, and there are still a lot of allies we can call on. Trust me we're not so isolated, just searching for a way of contacting Earth."

He cast a smile to the other civilians as well, trying to reassure them. It wasn't common knowledge that he was a Tok'ra, so it was probably a little more reassuring than most.