Post by Jason Conway on Oct 29, 2014 18:06:15 GMT
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Briefing Room
Stargate Command
Earth
General Conway was the only occupant of the briefing room at Stargate Command, sat at the end of the long, rosewood table with a glass of water in front of him. The door opened, a man entered. He'd just watched the incoming wormhole from Meropis, and it made for grim watching. An escort of marines carried the bodies through the gate, covered tactfully with sheets. Jason had been briefed shortly before via radio transmission, and he could identify them by shape. Owens, Koizumi... Lying on the third stretcher in agony was Captain Oliver. John Callaghan was the last man through, limping slightly with his shoulder dropped. He had blood stains on his uniform and looked a damn mess. He also looked slightly disoriented when the airmen had approached him and informed him of Conway's wishes. There was an IOA agent stood to the side of the gate room. Conway recognized him as the German representative, Hans Zimmer, he stood out in his suit among the small army that currently populated the bottom of the old missile silo. Zimmer looked at Conway, the two made eye contact, contact that the General did not break first. He would deal with the bureaucrats later.
It had been a long day so far, first he had briefed Captain Jones on the command of Meropis before stepping through the wormhole himself. Then he'd had a briefing with General Landry and a briefing with SM-1. Now, there was this. Major Callaghan, the commanding officer of SM-2 sat on the other side of the table to Conway. They both looked at the varnished surface, silence took hold for a few moments. Conway decided to be the first the break that,
"Whatever happened, it is done..." A few more seconds of silence, "John I..." He didn't know where to begin, "I need you to tell me what happened back there, as much as you can remember. Then you can get some rest." He leaned forward, clasping both hands together on the table, "I can promise you that."
<Tag John Callaghan>
Briefing Room
Stargate Command
Earth
General Conway was the only occupant of the briefing room at Stargate Command, sat at the end of the long, rosewood table with a glass of water in front of him. The door opened, a man entered. He'd just watched the incoming wormhole from Meropis, and it made for grim watching. An escort of marines carried the bodies through the gate, covered tactfully with sheets. Jason had been briefed shortly before via radio transmission, and he could identify them by shape. Owens, Koizumi... Lying on the third stretcher in agony was Captain Oliver. John Callaghan was the last man through, limping slightly with his shoulder dropped. He had blood stains on his uniform and looked a damn mess. He also looked slightly disoriented when the airmen had approached him and informed him of Conway's wishes. There was an IOA agent stood to the side of the gate room. Conway recognized him as the German representative, Hans Zimmer, he stood out in his suit among the small army that currently populated the bottom of the old missile silo. Zimmer looked at Conway, the two made eye contact, contact that the General did not break first. He would deal with the bureaucrats later.
It had been a long day so far, first he had briefed Captain Jones on the command of Meropis before stepping through the wormhole himself. Then he'd had a briefing with General Landry and a briefing with SM-1. Now, there was this. Major Callaghan, the commanding officer of SM-2 sat on the other side of the table to Conway. They both looked at the varnished surface, silence took hold for a few moments. Conway decided to be the first the break that,
"Whatever happened, it is done..." A few more seconds of silence, "John I..." He didn't know where to begin, "I need you to tell me what happened back there, as much as you can remember. Then you can get some rest." He leaned forward, clasping both hands together on the table, "I can promise you that."
<Tag John Callaghan>