Episode Three - Extinction

[Jason Conway]

1321
Gate Ops
Meropis
[Joint post with Dominic Evans]

Still nursing a broken left arm, complete with a sling, the Expedition leader Brigadier General Jason Conway had signed the tablet and handed the device back over to the technician. It was canteen day, everyone's favorite day when it came around. As part of the expedition pay deal all personnel were allocated an allowance on top of their salary to order in home comforts along with the usual food run. Jason was looking forward to his cigar and glass of whisky back on the balcony. He turned to leave gate ops, heading down the corridor at a slow amble and letting the thoughts drift in and out of his mind. The Sun Tzu was due to commence it's five week hyper drive journey back to Earth today and that meant the city would be back down to one zero point module powering it. The support ship had been in combat and was due for a crew change, and being Chinese funded this meant she would land somewhere in China for a full inspection, any repairs required and most of the crew would be replaced by Chinese staff. Conway reflected on the energy quandary, they had been running on both the city's own ZPM and the one from the Sun Tzu for the past few weeks, which meant regular wormholes straight to Earth. Dr. Black had explained to him three times now that because Meropis was completely different to Atlantis, it required two ZPMs to establish a wormhole to the Milky Way. Of course, Earth could still dial in and send supplies as they had the use of their own ZPM but a one way phone call isn't much use when you need it.

There had also been a significant change in the personnel recently while the wormhole from Triangulum could be established. Those required to help establish a base had returned home and rotated around for long-term military and civilian expedition members. Homeworld command had authorized Meropis to operate without a support ship for the time being. They had been without incident for just over two months now and the initial conflict on arrival could easily be defended against once more using the city's drones if needed. Jason rounded the corner toward his office and gave way to a team of scientists geared up for an excursion out on the planet surface. In any case, he thought, if long range sensors detected an incoming ship they could cloak the city as they did before and as Atlantis had managed to do successfully for years. He passed Warrant Officer Dominic Evans in the hallway, they saluted each other accordingly,
"General! Nervous about the lack of a ship for three and a half months?"
"I can't say I'm happy about it but it is what it is Evans. In any case the Hammond is on Earth defense and the Odyssey has been tied up recently with some sort of classified operation. With The Sun Tzu being prioritized for us, The Daedalus and The Apollo are still Earth bound for repairs after the incident with the Wraith Super-Hive last year."
Dominic Evans shook his head and his British accent rang out again,
"Tough break but I suppose they trust us enough not to mess this one up, did you hear anything more about Atlantis?"
"Last I heard there were plans to power her up again and move her under cloak to the moon. From there the Earth gate would be superseded and private companies would be responsible for ferrying of personnel back and forth."
Jason tried to hide how unimpressed he was with this, not only did it seem like a waste of the Earth Stargate but the financial implications alone would be enormous. Dominic bit his tongue as sarcastic comments around a Nazi moon base came to mind, Conway wasn't of the kind of rank that you make jokes in front of.
"Unfortunately, it seems a few key players have their hats in their hands and are making a stand at Homeworld Command."
"Ah, the full circle." Remarked Dominic, "It starts with politics and it ends with politics."
"Apparently so, anyway, I'll catch up with you later."
With that the pair saluted each other again in rank order and Dominic made his way down towards Gate Ops. They may be from completely different forces from completely different nations but the "united" in united nations really pulled through this far from home. The General entered his office and sighed at the stack of papers on his desk, not everything was digital yet it seemed. Conway settled in for just another day at the office.

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1357
Gate Ops
Meropis City

A giant nearing 6.5 feet (1.9 meters) tall, and nearing 300 pounds (136 kg / 21 stone) of athletically built muscle wearing a navy seal's combat utility uniform with both navy and army awards and regalia on it, which is rather unusual. In normal JSOC behavior, unlike regular forces, this giant had a mustache and a beard. As one would examine him from head to tow they'd see the silver eagles of a Captain on his shoulders. On his left shoulder they would see "Special Forces," "Airborne," "Ranger," "Sapper," and "Jungle Expert," Tabs, all above the United States Joint Special Operation Command Patch. The JSOC Patch itself above the subdued United States Flag Patch. On his right shoulder, they'd see the subdued US Flag patch under another USJSOC patch.

When one got to his chest, they see a nuts-ton of ribbons and devices on his chest, including the Navy SEAL trident on the left side, above the stitched name tape "U.S. NAVY." On the right side of the chest the name tape "JONES, A."

The giant came to attention when he saw the general, waited a moment, came to at ease and spoke.

"Well hello there. Captain Jones reporting as ordered for duty as Commanding Officer of Team one."

After he spoke he leaned it and handed the General his file. He waited to see how long it would take the general to notice that he had a Tok'ra as well.

[Jason Conway]

1358
Gate Ops

Meropis City

The General was making his way through Meropis Stargate Operations with a stack of papers in hand when Achilles approached him. He stopped with a half smile on his face and stared at the sheer size of the man before him. They both saluted accordingly. He took the file presented to him and quickly leafed through it, pausing on the third page to glance up at the Captain. He gently flicked through a few more pages and then closed the file and handed it back,
"Ah, just the man! I've already read your file Captain Jones. Good to see you and... Arson, is it? I trust you both know what is expected of you as the leader of team one on future exploration missions?"
Conway listened attentively to the man's reply,
"Trust me on this Jones, I had little say in your appointment. Homeworld Command felt it appropriate to appoint a Tok'ra and somebody of your experience and caliber in this role. Given how much both you and the Tok'ra have done for Earth of course... That being said I am confident you'll do just fine. Don't disappoint me." Jason's mind began to drift toward thoughts of politics and how command insisted they have both a Jaffa and Tok'ra in high profile roles within Meropis. Was it that their allies didn't trust Earth to continue exploration of the universe unchecked? Or was it just a token of good faith to those who had been so instrumental in the defeat of the Goa'uld and the Ori... He brought the small bundle of brown paper files up to meet Achilles' hands and answered his question before it was asked,
"Your first task Captain. Vet these files and see if any of these expedition members are fit for your team. I've managed to weed it down to around ten but the final decisions are up to you. At present I'd like to keep it down to a five man team due to the... sensitive, nature of your future operations. Take your time." He smiled and gave the Captain a friendly pat on the arm before making his way through Gate Ops to liaise with the senior technician and check in on the progress of the day's activity.

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1400

Gate Ops

Meropis City

"Well ... Homeworld Command told me that you chose me due to my experience in SEAL Team 6, Delta Force and the NID. That you just weren't happy about me being a Tok'ra Host. I wasn't aware they thrust me upon you. I'm sorry about that."

Achilles paused for a moment, and then his body language noticeably changed. A much deeper voice came out of his mouth and even his eyes looked different.

"Since I we were thrust upon you I will give you extra information that I'm 100% sure that the High Council did not tell your Homeworld Command. I was born, and spent most of my life-time, as a member of the System Lords. Therefore I have access to assets and resources even the High Council does not have knowledge of. I would have to pretend to be a System Lord again to gain access to much of it."

Achilles came back to the forefront and spoke again.

"I will look over the files as ordered and choose my team."

Achilles walked out of the office with the files, then went to his own office.

[Michael Black]

1357
Gate Ops
Meropis

At the back of Stargate Operations, under a slightly lower than usual ancient control console, a pair of legs were visible. The military standard boots and black standard-issue Meropis-uniform combat trousers disappeared into the shadows which were briefly illuminated by an iridescent blue spark and the words "bloody hell!" through gritted teeth. These legs belonged to Doctor Michael Black. A historian and linguist by trade and of late very knowledgeable on ancient technology as a bit of hobby. Although not strictly what he had signed up for the hobby, and it's associated twelve months experience at Stargate Command, had earned him the duty of assisting Lead Civilian Pandora Banks in rewiring some of the old tech in the hopes of getting the city back online and fully operational. The entire project would take weeks, and that was just the central spire alone.

As he attempted to solve a puzzle by the old tried and tested method of "follow the wire until you find out what its connected to", Michael's mind flashed back to the moments that had brought him to where he was today. He vividly remembered being taken by private armed escort to that mysterious military base underneath a mountain. Fresh off a cross-Atlantic flight from London's Heathrow airport, he was unsure if he was overtired and hallucinating at the time or if it was really happening. He had been taken to a private room with just himself, a chair, a glass of water and a television set with a DVD attached. It was then that Doctor Daniel Jackson's standard introductory video for new Stargate Command members had changed his whole world, as it had done so for many others before him. It had all gone through in the blink of an eye really. The first time he had seen the Gate, his first off-world trip with an S-G team for orientation and of course, the revelation that there was a huge alien flying city sat underneath an invisibility cloak right next to one of America's busiest cities! Michael needed a few drinks to sink that one down.

"Ah! Gotcha ya little..." exclaimed Dr. Black as he yanked at one of the mis-placed cables. Placing the torch in his mouth he carefully placed said wire into the correct slot and felt pride in his work as the ancient control console light up once again. "Five maybe ten thousand years without a good service and all it needed was a few extra work-arounds. Amazing." His British accent rang out. It was then that he realized somebody was standing right by his feet trying to get his attention, had they not realized he was busy? Oh well, it was probably another job to add to the list. He slid himself out from underneath and looked up at the face that greeted him.
"Oh.. Hello!" He beamed.

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[Hamish Flanagan]

1358
Gate Ops
Meropis

His eyes had been studying his laptop for a good four hours now as he looked over all of his staff and their achievements on the expedition. He needed to know them all like the back of his hand. Their names, their strengths and weaknesses, their capabilities of coping under pressure. More or less, it had been an outlook that Dr. Flanagan had taken long ago when he'd been staffed with leading a medical team at SGC into some investigation into aspects of the Pegasus Galaxy and the illness that lingered beyond their own world. In order to lead, a leader needed to be educated. It was common knowledge. And yes, while education in the field one served posed important, a self-induced lesson in those whom you served alongside had just as much importance.

Yet still, labouring over his laptop could only hold his attention for so long. It became tiresome on his eyes. His body ached to move, and he had become ever so desperate to stretch his legs. Thus, Hamish stood from his seat and drew his back to full extension, arms pulling upward into the air and cracking with the sudden relief of being allowed movement. With a satisfied sigh, the Chief Medical Officer allowed his legs to carry him beyond the infirmary. For sometime he wandered absentmindedly about the base, friendly smiles offered in the way of those whom had ventured to Meropis, until finally, he found himself looking at a gentleman on all fours, a flashlight in his mouth and a victorious cry ringing from his lips as he found the means to whatever problem it was he had been tending to. The doctor allowed a feint chuckle to escape his lips, near to a whisper as he approached and stopped; waiting for the archaeologist to note his presence; not daring to startle him too much.

Sure enough, he did. The beaming face that stared up at him brought a smirk to Hamish's lips.
"Sorry to interrupt ya'." he apologised, still a smile donning his features. "I'm not too nifty with anythin' in this area, but if ya' need a hand, I'm more than willin' ta' give it a shot, lad." he squatted down to the gentleman's height and allowed his eyes to look about the wires; not truly knowing what it was he was looking at. A paralysed look shot over him then, and instead he retracted his original offer.
"On secon' thought, maybe I'll just stand by in case ya' hurt ya'self." the wires before him had been a wake-up call that he'd be doing far more harm than good if he even tried to get involved; no matter how much he wanted to help.

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[Chicago "Roo" Eastlyn]

1403
Gate Ops
Meropis City

The sound of footsteps echoed lightly off the walls as Chicago made her way through the Meropis Stargate base. Despite knowing her way around the place pretty darn well by now, the young woman didn't actually know where she was currently headed in that...well..she had nothing to do. Having already visited the Comms lab and lending a hand there for a while, she had been shooed away thus the current state of affairs. Wandering around. Floating. Ugh.

Rounding a corner, she came rather close to colliding with General Conway, causing her to stop suddenly. "That was close, sir", she offered after saluting. "How's the arm?"

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[Michael Black]

1359
Gate Ops
Meropis

Michael listened to the kind gentleman's offer of assistance but nevertheless continued working on the ancient console, he was almost finished... There, the last wire was in place. "On secon' thought, maybe I'll just stand by in case ya' hurt ya'self." Ah the accent, he noted, of Scottish origin no less. The good doctor Black was quite impressed that the new "good doctor" of Meropis was a friendly, helpful Scot. With the job complete, Michael got to his feet. He handed the Scotsman his torch and a small bundle of cabling,
"Hold this could ya?" He smiled, picking up his tablet computer he took back some of the cabling, pulled a yellow wire out, handed the bundle back, took back his torch, pocketed it and then finally took back the rest of the cabling. After the confusing exchange Michael carefully placed the wires in the pocket on his cargo pants and extended a now-free hand.
"The names Michael, Doctor Michael Black" He glanced at the Chief Medical Officer badge on the man's chest, "As I'm sure you are no doubt aware doc..." They shook hands. "How are you finding life in the big city? It's not quite Aberdeen though I'll bet."

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[Jason Conway]

1404
Just Outside Gate Ops
Meropis

Conway raised his 'good arm' to salute Eastlyn. He was glad to see her and recalled her playing a major role in recovering the General from the debris when the team had been caught up in a cave-in as a result of the city being powered up. In hindsight, which is a wonderful thing, they could have expected a city-ship half buried in the Earth to react such a way after being abandoned for thousands of years.
"Ah Eastlyn, one of my finest troops. Good to see you around." He gestured the sling upwards slightly, "Eh, the old arm's getting there. Still a real pain and I really didn't expect to get a broken arm out of my first major lead role but..." He sighed, "There are some at Homeworld Command who might question my capabilities as a leader as a result... Politics will be politics."
He paused to consider whether he should reveal one of the many tid-bits of news he had been hiding. Jason decided a confidence boost couldn't do any harm.
"Listen, Chicago... I hope you don't mind me calling you that... I've asked Captain Jones to look through a few personnel files with a view of allocating them to SM-1. Not loads, just a few individuals who I think may be up to the standard." He smiled at Eastlyn after imparting the news. Unfortunately, the Lieutenant didn't get time to give a full and proper answer as the conversation was interrupted by a communication broadcast from Stargate Operations.
"General Conway to the control room. We've picked up an object on the long-range scanners." He had been looking up at the speaker originating the sound and his eyes returned to meet Eastlyn's. Wordlessly they both set off down the corridor toward the control room. Conway hoped that others had heard the message as well, in particular Captain Jones and Ahrima. His thoughts flashed back to the mysterious object they found orbiting a planet in outer region of the solar system, the object had played havoc with the Sun Tzu's systems and could be a bit of an issue if it moved closer to the city, particularly with the lack of a support ship at the moment.

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[Clarence J. Smith]

1403
Gate Ops
Meropis

Clarence walked into the doorway of Gate Ops, he quickly straightened his overcoat as he took a glance around the room. He hadn't here long and he couldn't wait to see how most of this base worked. He had did a small amount of research on tech that might be found here, along with Danial Jackson tutorial. He know what they gave him was mostly the bare minimum, for he was still technically a criminal. But it seemed at least here there weren't as many eyes always watching him, though that might be only a illusion to make him feel more at ease here. He then reached into his inner coat pocket pulling out a slightly worn box of cigarette. He eyed the box, tilting it so he could see the small hole in the top of the box. He then motioned the box to force one of them to poke out of the box just slightly. He then pulled it the rest of the way from the box with his free hand replacing the box back into his pocket. He then examined the single cigarette moving it slightly between his index finger and thumb. He look upon it with almost disgust, for he could barely stand this cheap brand and couldn't wait till he could convince them to send him his favorite brand. He signed slightly to himself before placing the cigarette into his mouth and pulling out a cheap convenient store lighter to light it. He then put the lighter away, as he began to walk the perimeter of the room hoping to get a read on everyone before interacting with them. He didn't really get to know to many of the people yet on the base yet and was waiting for the perfect time to do so. 


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[Chicago "Roo" Eastlyn]

1405
Just outside Gate Ops
Meropis

A small smile graced her features at the compliment, General Conway was not one to say things he didn't mean. "All due respect sir, you were injured in the line of duty. I'm sure the vast majority of them back at Homeworld Command understand that." There would always be the naysayers though, of course, you can't please everybody. Unfortunately.

Chicago nodded in answer to his question about addressing her by her given name but said nothing, allowing him to continue. SM-1...He'd recommended her for SM-1? Bright blue eyes blinked, astounded, for a moment at the General as she did her best to not gape like a fish. "I-I...Thank-you very much sir, I don-" She had been rather proud of herself for managing a sentence until the broadcast from the speakers cut her off. "General Conway to the control room. We've picked up an object on the long-range scanners." The General caught her eyes again and she merely raised an eyebrow slightly before they both turned to head back the way she had come from not five minutes earlier, toward the Control Room.

1409
Control Room
Meropis

The route to the control room was one she knew well, which meant General Conway was even more familiar with it - meaning they got there rather quickly. Chicago wagered he could probably almost find the place in his sleep. As the two approached the door that would lead them in, the Lieutenant dropped back a step to allow the General to enter first, and she followed him in and stood slightly off to the side - still able to see and hear what was going on, but not in anybody's way.

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[Hamish Flanagan]

1400
Gate Ops
Meropis

The CMO offered the doctor a smile when he was offered the torch. He took it in his hand and did what he could with the minor task, allowing his eyes to study what the vastly more knowledgable gentleman did. taking particular respect and care with the foreign, alien technology. In the meantime, he studied the cabling he'd been given to hold, a little more than uncertain of its purpose in anything involving the grand scheme of things. Then again, technology had never truly been his strong point. Not unless in some respect it played apart in the medical front of things on the base.
Soon enough though, it seemed that the concentrated silence that Dr. Black held could be broken as Hamish watched him resurface from the console. With a smile, the Scotsman offered his hand and took Michael's own, thankful for the belated introduction; one which the both of them had failed to give originally.

"A pleasure, Doctor. I'm Dr. Hamish Flanagan... I-uh, I'm sorry I couldn't be of more use to ya', lad." he apologised with a nod, pulling his hand through his hair, giving a feint chuckle when Michael announced his certainty of the good doctor knowing of his status already, considering Hamish's post as the Chief Medical Officer. "Aye." he admitted with a matter-of-fact nod.
The question to follow had Hamish stop in his tracks for a moment. Explaining how he had been finding life at Meropis had always been something he'd never truly been able to answer with the utmost honesty. It had been something he overthought. For while he loved what he had been set to do; he missed those he loved back in Scotland like nothing else. Painfully so. And thus, he was thankful that a communications announcement interrupted his response.

Offerring a look over at Michael, the Scotsman found himself looking a little concerned at the idea of an unknown object heading their way. God only knew what that meant. Could it have been a potential attack? Something that would leave Meropis in a complete state of danger?
There had only been one way to find out. To head properly into the control room and find out exactly what was going on.
"Well, doctor.... Looks like ya' may be needed again. No rest for ya'self tonigh', my frien'." Hamish patted the man gently on the shoulder, a friendly grin crossing his lips.

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1409
Control Room
Meropis


Having headed for the control room the moment he'd heard the announcement over the speakers, the Chief Medical Officer weaved his way through the gathered, offering 'excuse me's' and 'sorries' as he passed people by, until finally he was within the mass of people which had gathered within. Eyes were flashing about, looking for answers; many more than likely trying to see where General Conway was to find out just what had been so crucial that he had to be called down to the control centre. Though, Dr. Flanagan knew better than to start throwing questions out there as to what was going on. Instead, he remained silent, a concerned look on his face as he watched over the personnel in the room. His stomach turned a little on itself at the thought of something horrible coming to pass here. The thought of something horrendous happening to the loyal, brave members of the Meropis Expedition.

Because whatever it was that was to come had to have been serious. So much so that the presence of the Commanding Officer was required to oversee whatever was to come.

[John Callaghan]

Captain John Callaghan,
Gate Control, Meropis,
14:09

John had just picked up his packet from home: A bottle of whiskey, several movies, a handful of books and a dozen cartons of Lucky Strikes. In the box there was also a 'carepackage' from his sister and a letter from his parents, most likely written on Army paper. This made him smile. Even when his father wrote personal letters, he had them look like professional ones. Not something he could do, not that he wrote letters on paper much these days. Most people, himself included, used the computer nowadays.

With the box under his arm, he walked into the gate control room to sign off for his packet when he saw the many people in the Gate Control room. He wondered what was going on, so he set the box down on one of the empty tables on the side of the room. Then he approached a female Air Force Lieutenant, and asked "Lieutenant... What's going on? There's a lot more people here than there usually are"

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[Clarence J. Smith]

1404
Gate Ops
Meropis

Clarence gripped the cigarette between his thumb and index finger pulling from his mouth, giving it a soft tap against the air letting the burnt ash fall free from the tip of it. "General Conway to the control room. We've picked up an object on the long-range scanners." came over the speakers catching his attention, as his eyes glanced up at where it had come from. He pondered what it may be, and of what threat might it pose upon him and the place he would have to call home. Either way such an announcement peaked his interest in one way or another. He stop his walk around the Gate Ops to glance at the few doorway. 'Which way was the Control Room again' he thought to himself raising his free hand below his lip to ponder this thought. He didn't quite recall heading there yet. Though it was on his to-do list, he liked to have a clear layout of anyplace he would have to stay a extended amount of time in. Mostly a habit he gained always wanted a clear way our of situations if something had gone wrong. He pulled out a small leather cover notebook from one of his inner coat pockets, releasing a small leather band that kept the book closed. He flipped throw the book filled with several notes he had made during he limited research. He know he had drawn a small blueprint of the base, so he would be able to find any important room quickly. He flipped throw several pages before coming upon these notes, closing the book shortly after and replacing it into his pocket before he started to head of towards the Control Room.

1410
Control Room
Meropis

Clarence enters the doorway of the Control Room and quietly walked to a free spot on the wall. As he walked towards the spot he gave a few glances around the room, trying to get a gauge on the situation. Nothing seem to be happening yet but he could tell that most to if not all the high ranking officers where already present. As he arrived at the spot he began to lean against the wall, placing his hands into his pocket as he continued to ponder on what the situation might be. Though it didn't seem like he was the only one doing so. He gave a final look around the room as he straightened his tie. 


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OOC: I'm sure Conway will post shortly, this is the start of another thread of the story. Worth reading so you're kept in the loop.

0830
Atlantis
The Moon
Milky Way Galaxy

The magnificent ancient city-ship slowly but surely descended from lunar orbit onto the barren surface. The great engines lowering her gently down, their light reflecting off and illuminating the chalky surface as the ancient shield formed a protective atmospheric bubble around the city. They had lowered the cloak just before they entered the lower Earth atmosphere and had been running on shields ever since. Homeworld Command had been anxiously following the operation, which had been planned for months now, and were pleased to report that Atlantis was able to leave the San Francisco bay without raising any suspicion. Doctor Rodney McKay looked on nervously as Carson Beckett controlled the city via the ancient chair interface.
"Easy... Easy..."
"Yes alright Rodney! I can't concentrate with you jabbering away in my ear lad." He snapped back in his Scottish brogue. Hands clenched and eyes glanced around nervously...

Touchdown. Atlantis had landed on the moon. Lt. Col. John Sheppard and Major Evan Lorne had been watching the scene unfold from a puddle jumper hovering near the city. Sheppard activated a button on the jumper's console.
"Atlantis, this is Sheppard. Mission success from where we're sitting, over."
Over in Atlantis Stargate Operations Richard Woolsey conveyed the message back to Homeworld Command,
"Command this is Atlantis... The eagle has landed." He smiled as the technicians and associated personnel within the control room all let out a delightful little cheer. Woolsey smiled briefly then left the control room. Five months they had been planning this move, and each and every day Woolsey and the Atlantis team had fought the decision. As far as they were concerned, the expedition had a responsibility to the inhabitants of Pegasus to return and continue the fight against the Wraith. The plan, majorly influenced by the IOAs new lead Mr. Coolidge, was to have Atlantis establish itself on the moon as a permanent lunar base. Powered by two zero-point modules they then plan to re-active the Atlantis Stargate which would automatically supersede the Earth gate. This was partly a financial decision as there would then no longer be a requirement for Stargate Command or the Cheyenne Mountain Complex altogether. The plan was also partly for the safety of Earth, if the gate room was to be compromised, as it has happened before within the SGC, the invaders would still have to cross the gap and land on Earth somehow. He wondered if the decision was as a result of the Icarus Base disaster, in which the survivors were now stranded 700 million light years from home, or what the implications might be for the newly commissioned Triangulum Expedition. Since the very beginning of his involvement in the Stargate program, Richard had prided himself on his ability to remain cool and level-headed under pressure. At the moment, however, that capacity seemed to have deserted him.

Rodney tapped the tablet a few times and disconnected it from the ancient control chair,
"Alright, and we are... done!" He said with a flourish and a smirk. Beckett sat up from the chair and rubbed the back of his neck, focusing that intensely was hard work, but he was glad that it had all gone so well. Rodney was one of the many members of Atlantis that supported Richard Woolsey's point of view. In fact, he had joined Woolsey in Homeworld Command and stood in front of the long table harboring the IOA and Gate Alliance Treaty members arguing the point. Rodney had been very vocal on their treatment of Todd, an ally who's information had given Earth two extra ZPM's and helped them defeat the Super Hive. For his efforts Todd now found himself in a glass box in Area 51, with heaven knows what planned for him. Sheppard had also raised a valid point that by establishing a lunar base they were simply waiting for the Wraith to build a strong enough army and reach Earth whereas in Atlantis they could unite the natives against the Wraith and keep the threat at bay. Of course, the IOA were hardly moved by all this and the plan had continued as ordered. Rodney and Beckett acknowledged each other silently, they had landed. That was the easy part.

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