[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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[purplerhino]

Oh great. There was reason for the adage 'silance is golden

[O'Neill]

[lost_mckay]

Well, no... the general wasn't expecting Miss Green to back down. In fact, he was counting on it as he really hadn't given much thought to the arguments that he was going to throw her way. See, the problem was, he was career military, and while he could simply order, say, Captain Boone, civilians were a completely different matter. For them, he needed, say Daniel-- who often simply said the same thing he did... which just irked the hell out of him.

"I'd love to say you didn't have a choice, but since you said it for me," Jack looked pleased with his choice, though for any student of the general, he was simply 'marking time' while Molly went through the verbal maneuverings of getting her mind around the topic. "I see you've got an idea on how to start--" and if he was asked to repeat it? He wasn't a quartermaster... and while he had experience running a base, he had people under him to do all -that- sort of work.

Okay, good choice.He stopped short, however, at Molly's request. His brows rose, his head cocked a little and his mouth

[Bobby]

[starborn_scribe]

Bobby listened to Red's and the general's conversation with a frown. Finally he got a chance to voice his opinion. "Waitaminnit, Red. You want a *printing press*? We talkin' Gutenburg here? 'Cause that's nuts. Lotta time and resources. Or d'you just mean reporters?"

[Molly]

[purplerhino]

"Not Gutenberg, Bobby. A steam or electric cylinder press, maybe. How primitive do you think we are?" She gestured to the Jeep, reworked to use Ethanol as Gas shipments weren't likely to come along quickly. "I know a couple of people who can make one, but not run a paper. Besides, even if we used a old Jobber, it'd be better than a Gutenberg." Molly waved her hand at Bobby.

She knew people who had RUN old presses. She gave Bobby a grin, "Besides, it will happen eventually. Better sooner than later. And some might consider it a worthwhile hobby to build one. But reporters would be a start. Even some large community bulletin boards at first, with the news stuck up on it would be an improvement on rumor and speculation. Besides, it'll make it easier for me to post what's needed from time to time."