Off Island: Meetings
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)
"Nervous?"
Kevin Wilson looked over at the man sitting beside him on the park bench. His response was immediate and reactionary, without any thought. "No. Why?"
Paul Forrester, alien in a human shell, quirked a bit of a smile and inclined his head toward Kevin's twitching leg. "You look a little nervous."
The leg in question was attached to a foot that tapped out an irregular beat on the sidewalk while his hand strummed out a not quite so complimentary rhythm on his thigh. Kevin forced himself to stop. He gave Paul a sheepish grin, "Maybe a little nervous."
All right, maybe quite a bit on the nervous side. It wasn't every day that he set out to meet with the American military, and certainly not a branch of the military that was responsible for a top secret off-the-books-no-record-of-it project. He'd had experience with that sort of thing and none of it was good.
Kevin knew the names from Paul via Scott, knew that supposedly these were the people that they could trust, but it didn't erase that niggling fear at the thought of all things military. It loomed large in Kevin's head that this was a group of people whom worked for a group of people who could keep such a thing like contact with aliens a secret.
(And I still don't really know anything about what they really do, other than what Bill* told us. Which was mostly a whole lot of blather about nothing.)
"Kevin." Paul drew him from his thoughts. The tone spoke volumes and Kevin instinctively turned his head to follow Paul's line of sight. Walking toward them were three figures that could only be the Air Force contingent. They didn't appear the least bit wary, but as they drew closer, Kevin detected their wariness, and from the figure in the middle, an attractive tall blonde who might have caught his interest if he leaned that way, a bit of eagerness.
The other two were as different from one another as night was from day. One of the men was gray haired with that same poise and bearing of command that Bill possessed; the other was dark skinned and bleeding huge and intimidating in a way that men of his size and demeanor could only be.
Kevin scrambled to his feet, wiping sweaty hands on his jeans and envied the smooth ease with which Paul rose. He felt the other man's (alien's) anxiety, but in Kevin's opinion, Paul showed little of it. For the moment it didn't matter that the other Tomorrow People were in the back of his head, waiting for any sign of trouble. It didn't matter that he could teleport at a moment's notice. He felt like he was being thrown to the lions.
"Kevin Wilson? Paul Forrester?" The older man stopped a polite distance away.
Kevin's mouth went dry.
* Bill - General William Damon, Damon's father and retired Air Force General. Kevin is a Tomorrow Person, Paul is Scott's father.
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)
"Nervous?"
Kevin Wilson looked over at the man sitting beside him on the park bench. His response was immediate and reactionary, without any thought. "No. Why?"
Paul Forrester, alien in a human shell, quirked a bit of a smile and inclined his head toward Kevin's twitching leg. "You look a little nervous."
The leg in question was attached to a foot that tapped out an irregular beat on the sidewalk while his hand strummed out a not quite so complimentary rhythm on his thigh. Kevin forced himself to stop. He gave Paul a sheepish grin, "Maybe a little nervous."
All right, maybe quite a bit on the nervous side. It wasn't every day that he set out to meet with the American military, and certainly not a branch of the military that was responsible for a top secret off-the-books-no-record-of-it project. He'd had experience with that sort of thing and none of it was good.
Kevin knew the names from Paul via Scott, knew that supposedly these were the people that they could trust, but it didn't erase that niggling fear at the thought of all things military. It loomed large in Kevin's head that this was a group of people whom worked for a group of people who could keep such a thing like contact with aliens a secret.
(And I still don't really know anything about what they really do, other than what Bill* told us. Which was mostly a whole lot of blather about nothing.)
"Kevin." Paul drew him from his thoughts. The tone spoke volumes and Kevin instinctively turned his head to follow Paul's line of sight. Walking toward them were three figures that could only be the Air Force contingent. They didn't appear the least bit wary, but as they drew closer, Kevin detected their wariness, and from the figure in the middle, an attractive tall blonde who might have caught his interest if he leaned that way, a bit of eagerness.
The other two were as different from one another as night was from day. One of the men was gray haired with that same poise and bearing of command that Bill possessed; the other was dark skinned and bleeding huge and intimidating in a way that men of his size and demeanor could only be.
Kevin scrambled to his feet, wiping sweaty hands on his jeans and envied the smooth ease with which Paul rose. He felt the other man's (alien's) anxiety, but in Kevin's opinion, Paul showed little of it. For the moment it didn't matter that the other Tomorrow People were in the back of his head, waiting for any sign of trouble. It didn't matter that he could teleport at a moment's notice. He felt like he was being thrown to the lions.
"Kevin Wilson? Paul Forrester?" The older man stopped a polite distance away.
Kevin's mouth went dry.
* Bill - General William Damon, Damon's father and retired Air Force General. Kevin is a Tomorrow Person, Paul is Scott's father.