Post by SA Val Olwin on Apr 13, 2015 3:16:36 GMT
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Stargate Command
Earth
She knew the ins and the outs of this "special project." It had been explained to her in four seperate languages, all of which she was fluent in. It had also been WRITTEN in as many, and redacted down so much that even the dumbest of mail clerks could understand if they somehow managed to get enough clearance. Which was unlikely. At any rate, the American military, in whatever infinite amount of wisdom they THINK they held, had decided that aliens were fun, and had decided to send another team through the Stargate. Only this one wasn't really a "team." It was more renegade, rag-tag, and she was...unimpressed. And a little concerned about some of these choices. National security was her top priority, and she was intending to keep her nation secure. She reviewed the list that the JCOS sent over-the leadership were the best of the best in their fields, but she was kind of unimpressed with the IOA's choice of representative. The office of Military Affairs SHOULD be the one to decide, in her opinion.
She carefully put the file away, and then picked up the phone. After ten minutes, she was going to have a meeting with some of the Stargate people. She was going to see for herself what was going on. She smelled something fishy, but that COULD just be the Company fridge. Better to be safe than sorry. She decided to get some coffee while she waited-they'd BETTER be on time. OR.
As she headed down the hall, she did not smile at ANYONE as she passed. Instead, she issued orders and commands as she hurried to the kitchenette.
Mosby, let's check our wrinkles, please. Jackson, I am SURE you have something better to do than flirt. If not, come see me and we'll FIND you something to do. Someone dispose of those boxes, she pointed to a bank of empty cardboard boxes that had been sitting around for a WEEKOR ELSE. It hadn't escaped her notice that most of the Agents had flitted about as soon as they'd heard the clack of her high heels on the tiled floor. Good, they SHOULD be scared. Fear was an EXCELLENT motivator, and it kept people alive. She saw the two agents she'd adressed separate and hurry down the hall. Jackson needed to get her last after-action report to her, as well, and she made a mental note to send the woman an email. She poured herself a cup of coffee-black, plain, no-nonsense, and turned back to head to her office. She noted with satisfaction one of the clerks breaking down the cardboard. Sometimes you had to be cruel to be kind, after all, and at least stuff got done. Now, the others had precisely twenty minutes to arrive at her office, and given the close proximity of the IOA to the other agencies' headquarters, well...hopefully no one was going to need a dressing down.
She sent an email to Jackson-short, and succient. Your last after-action report is late. Get it to me in ten minutes. She never asked, just "requested." There were no manners in her world-that took too much time, and time meant lives. Lives meant that someone wasn't doing his job, and that was unacceptable to her.
Tag:Liam Hart, Jason Conway, Plot Twist, and anyone who would like to otherwise join, if interested.
Stargate Command
Earth
She knew the ins and the outs of this "special project." It had been explained to her in four seperate languages, all of which she was fluent in. It had also been WRITTEN in as many, and redacted down so much that even the dumbest of mail clerks could understand if they somehow managed to get enough clearance. Which was unlikely. At any rate, the American military, in whatever infinite amount of wisdom they THINK they held, had decided that aliens were fun, and had decided to send another team through the Stargate. Only this one wasn't really a "team." It was more renegade, rag-tag, and she was...unimpressed. And a little concerned about some of these choices. National security was her top priority, and she was intending to keep her nation secure. She reviewed the list that the JCOS sent over-the leadership were the best of the best in their fields, but she was kind of unimpressed with the IOA's choice of representative. The office of Military Affairs SHOULD be the one to decide, in her opinion.
She carefully put the file away, and then picked up the phone. After ten minutes, she was going to have a meeting with some of the Stargate people. She was going to see for herself what was going on. She smelled something fishy, but that COULD just be the Company fridge. Better to be safe than sorry. She decided to get some coffee while she waited-they'd BETTER be on time. OR.
As she headed down the hall, she did not smile at ANYONE as she passed. Instead, she issued orders and commands as she hurried to the kitchenette.
Mosby, let's check our wrinkles, please. Jackson, I am SURE you have something better to do than flirt. If not, come see me and we'll FIND you something to do. Someone dispose of those boxes, she pointed to a bank of empty cardboard boxes that had been sitting around for a WEEKOR ELSE. It hadn't escaped her notice that most of the Agents had flitted about as soon as they'd heard the clack of her high heels on the tiled floor. Good, they SHOULD be scared. Fear was an EXCELLENT motivator, and it kept people alive. She saw the two agents she'd adressed separate and hurry down the hall. Jackson needed to get her last after-action report to her, as well, and she made a mental note to send the woman an email. She poured herself a cup of coffee-black, plain, no-nonsense, and turned back to head to her office. She noted with satisfaction one of the clerks breaking down the cardboard. Sometimes you had to be cruel to be kind, after all, and at least stuff got done. Now, the others had precisely twenty minutes to arrive at her office, and given the close proximity of the IOA to the other agencies' headquarters, well...hopefully no one was going to need a dressing down.
She sent an email to Jackson-short, and succient. Your last after-action report is late. Get it to me in ten minutes. She never asked, just "requested." There were no manners in her world-that took too much time, and time meant lives. Lives meant that someone wasn't doing his job, and that was unacceptable to her.
Tag:Liam Hart, Jason Conway, Plot Twist, and anyone who would like to otherwise join, if interested.