[O'Neill] Shifting into second gear.. to third.

[lost_mckay]

Who: Jack O'Neill
When: After the ship left
Where: Colony compound, center area.
Invited: Molly, Bobby, Valerie, anyone
Status: Complete

Once the spaceship darted off and 'left', well, presumably 'left', Jack nodded in tacit acknowledgment and dismissal of the Captains, foregoing the salute, simply because he really hated them... on occasion. It

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[O'Neill]

[lost_mckay]

Jack pointed at Molly in gesture as she was explaining things to Bobby. He wore a bemused expression, and the soft humour could be heard in his tones. "You know, I was thinking just that. The-- communication bulletin board. You know... for important things like, well, like Meatloaf Monday. Always very popular."

He nodded though, and straightened before exhaling, politely refraining from looking at anything but her face as she unzipped and wriggled out of her cover-alls.

"Right. Now that we've got that cleared up, I'll leave you to it, Sergeant." Sarge. Fitting, to him. They were the ones who made the world go round; the real keepers of, well, everything. He'd learned their value and quickly a few years back and he never forgot the lesson.

"Feel free to leverage what you can when you can. As for what people can get for offering trade goods? A shot at trade. And don't forget man-power. I understand an ally of ours... elsewhere..." The Athosians.. in another galaxy. "... used to offer their own people at harvest time. We've got skills as well as items. And, a little side by side wouldn't hurt."

[Bobby]

[starborn_scribe]

Bobby fiddled with the wrench in his hand while Molly slipped out of her coveralls. He didn't need to sneak a peek at the waif. They worked together all the time. Although Red had the figure of a thirteen year-old girl, she was attractive in her own way. She effervesced life whether she was shoulder-deep in an engine or joking with the other mechanics. She got stuff done and wasn't afraid to get dirty.

(Nothing like Charlene,) Bobby mused. Although fifteen years had dulled the regret, it was still there. Bobby pushed it aside with practiced ease.

Bobby flipped the wrench in his hand. "Well Sergeant, if ya need a hand lemme know." Then he nodded at O'Neill. "General." He ambled back to the Jeep he'd been working on. That rusted bolt was coming out if he had to gnaw it out.