SG3 Team Meetup

Posted on Wed Aug 25th, 2021 @ 9:39pm by
Edited on on Sat Jul 9th, 2022 @ 1:05am

Mission: Jumping Right In
Location: SG3 Leader Office
Timeline: MD3
5160 words - 10.3 OF Standard Post Measure

Jennifer was not used to having an office as big as this one. Well, big was an exaggeration, it had just enough room for a small desk, with a laptop, a phone, and two chairs on the other side. That was about it, but it was still bigger than her former one. Actually, Jennifer didn't exactly have an office before, she just commandeered the driver's chair in her AAV-P7/A1 assault vehicle that her old unit used. So to have an actual desk and chair of her own was a huge upgrade for her.

Tomorrow was time for the first mission of the SGC, with all teams having to report in. And she had yet to meet her own team members, having received her commission as SG3 team leader earlier that very morning. Looking over the dossiers on her laptop she smiled, as she already knew one of the men that would serve under her, and another one that was on a temporary assignment. Well, she had sent notifications asking them to come to her office, so all she had to do now, was wait.

Not long after sending the notification out, there was a polite knocking at the door and Simon entered, glancing around the room with something of an appreciative look before turning his attention to Jennifer and coming to attention. He gave her a quick salute, though the smile on his lips did rather take some of the formality out of the gesture.

"You rang, Captain? Or is this a Jen occasion?" He asked as he stepped into the small office, coming to stand next to one of the two chairs, though not actually being so presumptuous as to take a seat without being invited. There were, after all, such things as manners.

The Captain nodded at the Sergeant and motioned towards one of the two chairs. "Just Jen. Captain only when we have other officers in attendance. When it is just us, the team, it is only Jen. We will be facing the enemy together it seems Si, I would rather keep things amicable between us, no need to add an extra layer of formality. So, welcome to the SG3 marine, you don't mind just waiting a bit for the others to arrive?"

"Consider it noted," He replied, as he sat down. "That suits me perfectly. I've never had much time for formality when it isn't warranted." Leaning back comfortably to wait, he nodded again. "Not at all; I wouldn't want to make you repeat yourself."

"Thank you, Si. I did ponder calling you Haversham, but honestly, your name makes my tongue turn into a knot. I was enlisted for eight years, couldn't stand officers always demanding rank just for vanity. Also, everyone in our team has above ten years of service minimum. Kinda feels wrong to keep calling rank when it isn't needed."

"Come on, now, it could be far worse. It could have been Cholmondeley." A brief pause for a slight chuckle, then, "I quite agree, though. After all, when the chips are down, no one is going to be calling out to 'Captain So-and-so'. It's all very well for formal occasions, but otherwise, what does it accomplish aside from ego-padding?"

There was another knock at the door, the name on the door was the right one which meant he had the right office. One Captain Jennifer Simms, a Marine that had come up as an Enlisted before becoming an officer. It was something he could respect, even if she was still an officer. The Master Sargent finally poked his head in, his black Stetson on his head.

"Master Sargent Ezekiel Chambers reporting in as ordered, sir," The man's voice came through as he poked his head in. "May I come in?"

"Chol... damn it not gonna even try spelling it Si. But yeah, I am not one for ego padding." She shook her head and chuckled only to stop as there was a knock on the door. She nodded at Zeke and motioned towards the other free chair.

"Welcome Master Sergeant. Actually welcome aboard the SG3, my name is Captain Jennifer Simms, but I want you to call me Jennifer or Jen unless we are in the presence of others. While it is just us, let us dispense with unnecessary formalities. We are all marines here with way too much time served between the three of us."

"Happy to be aboard," Zeke answered after stepping into the office and closing the door behind him. He stood behind one of the chairs and took a quick look around the room. "Nice to meet you Jen, Sargent. They set you up with a nice little office here."

Grinning at Zeke, Jennifer motioned towards the free chair once more. "Come on Zeke, can I call you Zeke? Take a seat, let's keep things relaxed for a bit. I can turn it into an order if it makes you feel better."

"Zeke is just fine," His eyes moved to the chair and he finally relented and sat down in it, being a meat-eater he was used to walking into an officer's office and spending time arguing or discussing things. Sitting was done in a mission briefing room. Keva was the one that always wanted to sit and talk. "No need to make it an order. Just eager to see this Stargate gizmo, see if it can do what they say it can."

"A real pleasure, Sergeant," Simon replied, climbing to his feet and offering a hand to shake. Once Zeke was seated, he returned to his own seat and continued, "Simon is fine, or Si if you prefer. I think we're all fairly eager to see just what we're getting in for... Aside from a delightful Antarctic winter, of course."

"What do you mean Si? You are not here for the lovely weather? Disappointing." Before Jennifer, with a wide grin on her face could tease Simon more the door opened without being knocked on.

A tall, grey man wearing a Marine uniform and Sergeant stripes entered and left the door open behind him, resting against the wall and nodding towards the Captain. "Jen."

"Ah, Hephaestus, welcome. Simon, Zeke, this is Hephaestus, he served in my unit for a few tours. He will be with us temporarily till we can fill the fourth slot." The old soldier just nods at the two, remaining silent.

"Now, since we are all here, yes I am just as eager to cross through the ring. But first, welcome to the SG3 boys, hoorah!" She said and pulled out six patches, and placed them in pairs of two on the desk. One set of three had a mean Cerberus on them and the gate with SG3 logo on it. The other has a terribly cute and adorable Cerberpuppy on it.

"Now, the short end of it. SG1 is going to be the flagship team of the SGC, keeping relations with our allies and basically taking all the fun, high-profile missions. SG2 is the science geek team, SG4 is medical and SG5 is the surveying team. This leaves us, SG3, as the main combat team. We are the cavalry and if there is a truly hard target beyond that gate, you can bet your asses we are being sent to deal with it. So I will make this known right here and now. If there is a gun, ammo, equipment you want or need, no matter how much overkill it is, I will go through hell to requisition it for you. When SG3 passes through, I want those fucking worms to piss their pants." She stopped to take a breath and look at the three fellow marines in the room.

"Sounds like your team is going to have more fun having those worms piss themselves..." a voice spoke up at the door. John Raynor spoke up as he cut in. "... Maybe I am on the wrong team." He took a bite of an apple as he leaned up against the frame of the door. he waved with two fingers as he chewed the fruit.

Jennifer got up and offered a brisk salute, Hephaestus following suit. "Colonel, did not expect a visit. Please take my seat." She offered along with a playful smirk. "We still have room in my team, sir, if you think you can handle us marines."

After taking a pair of patches and giving them a bit of an examination, Simon looked up at the new arrival and said, "Pleasure to meet you, too, Hephaestus." Then, looking back at Jen, he continued, "So we're here to prod buttock while the rest take care of the difficult parts? Sounds like a bit of a cushy job to me." He grinned slightly, then added, "I'll just get you a wish list when I have time to write it all down, shall I?"

He clearly wasn't expecting the Colonel's arrival, but he followed Jennifer's example nonetheless, lifting himself up to his full height and giving a salute, then rather relaxing as he saw Raynor's casual demeanor. "The more the merrier. US Marines have a rather warped sense of humor, though... It might cause some serious harm to the sanity of anyone who wasn't carefully prepared."

"Ease up on the salutes. Still inside and you aren't formally reporting to me to get in trouble," John offered a two-finger salute with his right hand and held the apple in his left. "As far as warped, I think I can handle myself just fine. I actually prefer it. Already met some people and some of them around here are so wound up, they may pop as soon as they walk through the gate."

Zeke arched one of his brows, he has stood up from the chair and took a moment to size up the Colonel, the man was shorter than he was and he was an officer but he got the feeling the man had seen some action. Might not be so bad, even if he was in the Air Force. "I don't know that I'd say warped. I would say fun."

Shrugging and sitting back down in her seat Jen kept her usual smirk on. "Wound up sir? What for? We either go through and get bored, or we get to blow some worms up. The enemy might be different sir, but war is still war. And we are here to give the worms a run for their money for attacking our mud-ball. Might as well enjoy ourselves while at it."

"Oohrah," Zeke said with a nod and a grin. "If we got a bunch of green soldiers about to meet the enemy for the first time, we need to make sure they're properly briefed on what we're about to face and how to deal with them once we're off-world. Can't have a bunch of officers that ain't got no clue barkin' orders when they got no damn idea what they're doin'."

This made the colonel smirk slightly as he nodded in agreement. "Well, I maybe a flyboy but you ain't all wrong there. I may not be as skilled as y'all but can't complain when ya see me fly over the top in a jet with some nice bombs to shove down their throats... or their asses. Whichever they wanna show first."

"As Master Sergeant Chamber said, sir. We are here to provide firepower and do the heavy lifting. You flyboys can waltz in, shoot a few fireworks and claim all the credit. We don't mind, as long as we give those worms an explosive enema at the end of the day. One way or another." Jen chuckled, quite enjoying the attitude of her new team.

"Well, I guess it is a good thing I have a 4th member of your team for you to approve once they get here. May add a couple more to your team, so I have more chances of trigger happy marines to take credit from," John shrugged as he took another bite of his apple. He continued with the piece still in his mouth. "But that isn't the only reason why I like having marines. You are usually the types to hook us up with the good stuff. I came down to see if you have set up that still or need a place for it yet."

"Just as long as you drop the bombs on the right people, sir. I know how difficult it can be to see what's going on from those little cubicles up in the sky," Simon interjected, unable to resist getting in a bit of his own sense of humor. He gave Raynor a wry smile, raising an eyebrow, and said, "Now, sir, are you really asking your enlisted subordinates to distill liquor for you? The indignity of it all..." He left a short pause before finishing, "I hope you're going to be giving us lots of nice toys in exchange, in the hypothetical circumstance that we happened to be able to supply you."

"A fourth member? Why thank you, sir, wasn't sure old Hephaestus here could take a trip outside the base." Jennifer replied and nodded towards the aging Sergeant.

"Take my leave then. Jen, be safe. Colonel." Hephaestus said calmly, saluting Raynor and passing by him to leave. Jennifer waited then chuckled and shook her head.

"Really Sergeant Haversham, the good Colonel here is just eager to help pitch in into an old marine tradition. I am sure he will spare no expense in helping our team secure a training site that is off-limits to base personnel. Where we can train in... erm... liquid exercises..." She mused using a lot of air quotes. "But really sir, if you want in, you gotta pitch in."

"Hypothetically, sir, we're going to need space, a good grain grinder, a copper kettle, heat source, copper tubbing," Zeke paused. "I'll get you a list of all the things we need."

"Sounds fair. Just let me know what you need from me. I'll see what I can ...procure..." John smirked slightly before taking another bite. He had worked with marines before and these were a perfect group of people. So when they got out in the field, he knew who to call to back his team up.

"Well - Correct me if I'm wrong here, Zeke - I think we should be able to acquire just about everything we need to get things underway. Like the Captain says, though, we need somewhere to set up our little business. I'm sure we could find something if we wanted, but having an august personage such as yourself prepare it for us would certainly make things easier. Then there's the raw material, of course... You know, it might just be easier if we think things through and prepare a list, mightn't it?" Simon was similarly pleased with what he saw of the Colonel; there were plenty of things that make up a good officer in his mind, and one of them was the ability to bend the rules ever so slightly in the interests of base morale.

Grinning proud of her team, Jennifer nods towards Simon. "We'll get you a list Colonel. It will be nice for now, to leave the high-grade explosives, ATVs, mini drones, and flamethrowers for the list after that." Leaning forward she took a moment to look between Zeke and Simon, and back at the Colonel. "Sir, with more seriousness now, if you ever want us to help your team while on base to keep their skills sharp, we are up for it. We could set up a nice paintball zone and have a small war game. I heard that folks are a bit wound up regarding the first mission, and a friendly battle might help people deal with their nerves."

"If there's time," Zeke added in. "Best way to get them in, is to jump in with both feet. I could run through what we'd be facin' if you'd like and what to expect in a fight."

"Sounds probably like the right thing to do, and I can get with the general on the details of this. Maybe use one of the old hangers, for sure, but won't happen till we are back from our deployment tomorrow. I think it's a great idea," John offered as he allowed the plan to flow through his mind. He really wanted to get more time to get to know these teams but in the end, he couldn't hold back the mission at hand that they had tomorrow.

"Now, with the morale-boosting machine out of the way, let's get back to business. I read both your files and I have a few requests." Jennifer resumed her business tone but retained her smirk. "I want both of you to write me your load-outs so I can clear them with the quartermaster and the mission commander. This way we can get your preferred weapons ready to go at all times."

"Zeke, I read you like your machine guns. In every mission, if we can help it, there will be one for you. As well as a normal weapon for when or if you have to abandon it." She said looking at her fellow marine.

Turning to the royal marine she continued. "Si, you are a sniper. Same request, sniper rifle, and a normal assault one of your choosing. Boys, until our fourth member arrives we will function using a triangle formation. Zeke is in charge of suppressive and cover fire. Si, decide between a body buster or a silent one. I'd rather have you keep us safe but not give away your location after each shot. I for one, am going to take point with a belt of grenades and anti-personnel mines. If you have any suggestions, I am all ears."

"I think I can probably manage that. I brought a few toys with me on the plane trip over, just in case. Wouldn't want to be stuck using American weapons, would I?" Simon replied, with a slight smirk of his own. "One point, I was a Combat Engineer, too, so I know what I'm doing around explosives and demolitions, too. I don't know how likely it is that we have to deal with any armor, but if you can get your hands on a couple of Javelins, I know what I'm doing around them."

"I started off in the corp as the squad machine gunner," Zeke said with a firm nod. "The M249 is a solid platform, but it has its drawbacks. Those Belgian boys don't build a bad gun, even though they're made in the good ol' US of A now. I am trained on multiple platforms and can use a sniper rifle, but was more focused on mission planning, execution, and base security. I think I need work with the Gunny here to show him the glory of American-built firearms but we'll work on that."

"Good, you two are a treasure. Alright, Si you are on the demo as well. I think we might meet some kind of alien alloys either way, so I will try to get you a javelin or two. Use them wisely. Zeke, coordinate with Si then and settle down on weapons you both can repair in a pinch in case we run with environmental issues. But I want you on the heavy-duty guns, Zeke. No need to double specialize. We are too few, I want to cover as much as possible in terms of capabilities. Base security will come in handy when we have to stay a few nights beyond the gate. Make a list of what you need for traps and early warnings. As for mission planning, that will be useful and we will do any plans as a team. I want everyone to pitch in." Jennifer replied her smirk turning into a smile, clearly happy to have such a well-prepared team.

Simon nodded. "That's very sweet of you, boss," He said, with a slightly cheeky smile. "Don't worry, I'll make sure I don't shoot them at anything that doesn't need shooting at." Then, with a slight chuckle, he added, "And though I might not like using American guns, I do know how to, and I should be able to put them back together in a pinch, too, if I've got a moment to get my bearings. Although I can't be held responsible for my actions if I get quite scathing about the workmanship!"

"I guess I'm a treasure, if you consider piss, vinegar, and hate some kinda treasure," Zeke said with a cheeky grin.

Chuckling, Jennifer shook her head slowly. "If you didn't piss I'd be worried you were some kind of alien Zeke. You boys know your guns and know how to use them. Not gonna sugarcoat it, we are facing fuck knows what out there with tech we can't imagine. So yeah, you boys being hard-ass marines makes me all tingly inside and sorry for whoever is waiting for us on the other side."

"If I charge, follow me. If I retreat, kill me. If I die, avenge me," Ezekiel was quoting a famous USMC saying, the man was a Marine through and through. "We lost a lot of brothers and sister to them varmints and I'm fixin' to make sure these Jaffa know who the United State Marine Corp are and to make a marine and his rifle the deadliest weapon in the galaxy."

Chuckling again, Simon chimed in to say, "I might not put it quite so colorfully, but I share the sentiment. If any of those aliens think their technology means we're not a threat, well... They haven't met a Royal Marine Commando. Besides, I don't know what we're up against yet, but I certainly can't think of much that could save anyone from a bullet between the eyes."

Jennifer's expression grew rather dark for a moment and her smile turned quite vindictive. "Hoorah to that. Those worm fuckers left behind a lot of graves over a decade ago. A lot of souls asking for bloody vengeance. But as much as I want to carve a bloody path through them, we must always remember we are marines. The mission comes first, at all costs. But if we can help it, we will still manage to get some payback, do not worry about that."

"Yeah." Simon paused for a moment, clearly contemplating some past slights of his own, but he nodded. "I aim to see that they get what's coming to them, but you're right, I'm not about to get psychotic and go rogue on you. I'm sure we'll get our chance, and that's enough for me; much as I love the idea of some revenge, I'm here to make the world safer, too."

"Mission first," Zeke nodded firmly. "Don't you worry, sir."

"Oh we will get our revenge..." the colonel said in a somewhat lower town. "We lost friends and families through all that it whether it was sheer luck or circumstances leaning in our direction that allowed us to fight them off that first time. It's now our turn to push back. You can bet your asses we will be responding in kind. They fucked with the wrong planet."

"I agree, thank you, Colonel. It is good to know the brass shares our grief and our desire. But as both I and my men said, you can count on us to put the mission first. Always. We are marines, hoorah!" Jennifer stated proudly and confidently. "If you have any advice for us, we are eager to hear anything you have for us, sir."

Simon looked a little skeptical at the prospect of any advice that could apply to him, but he nodded all the same, adding, "That certainly is good to know. I'm not the sort to go off on some crazed rampage, but I'm not about to forgive and forget, either. And in the interests of echoing Captain Simms' sentiment... I suppose tally-ho is the most appropriate equivalent we have across the pond."

"Might want to have us enlisted boys take our leave if you two officers are going to start talkin' shop," Zeke smirked as he glanced between the two of them. "Us grunts work for a livin', sirs."

Took the young Marine a good while searching for the office. 'Where the hell is it and why don't I have a map of this cursed labyrinth?' She thought as she wandered through the corridors. She glimpsed an opened door and thought to ask for directions. As she approached she decided to take a look at the name plaque, just out of curiosity more than anything else. She checked it twice with the briefing she had received. She looked rather baffled, incredulous even. It looked nothing like she expected, it looked more like a lunch break than a formal introduction. Well, she was surprised, however, she wasn't going to complain either. She decided to keep up her composure, after all, this was her first day, and she had no fancy titles yet. She fixed her uniform, straightened up, and approached them boldly.

"Lance Corporal Amber Lynn Blanche Adams reporting for duty, sir." She saluted as formally as she could, the young Lance Corporal wouldn't want to make a first bad impression on her first day.

"No need boys, unless the good Colonel wants to talk in private, I do not mind. Especially..." Jennifer was interrupted by the entrance of the new arrival. Looking at Amber she turned to Raynor and raised an eyebrow. "The new member you mentioned? This was quick."

Chuckling she measured up Amber from head to toe and nodded. "At ease Corporal. I am not going to call you by that long name. Will Alba work? Don't have a chair for you, but come in, we are talking about our deployment tomorrow. I am Captain Jennifer Simms, your team leader. With the exception of the good Colonel here, the rest are your fellow team members."

Simon looked up too, twisting in his chair to get a good look at the new arrival, and nodded a polite greeting. "Nice to meet you. Colour Sergeant Simon Haversham. Welcome to the team," He said, with a slight smile and a quick wave of his hand.

The young Corporal eased in the formal at-ease stance, however, she still kept it formal. True the atmosphere was casual, but she had learned the hard way not to let her guard down so easily. Also, her training was still fresh and hard to shake off. She almost marched into the room, "Yes, Sir, yes. Alba will do, Sir." She saluted the Colonel and while returning the smile replied to Simon, "Pleasure is all mine, Sergeant." Noticing the apple in the Colonel's hand her stiff military demeanor started to loosen up slightly, however, it was obvious, she still wasn't truly at ease.

"Hey, what can I say, I've been working. Don't worry, Corporal. You will fit in just fine here."

"Seems so." Alba almost muttered, they reminded her of her old self, before the military school placed the fear of God back in her.

"Alba, I didn't get your file beforehand. So can you tell me what are your specializations? So here is our sniper and engineer, Zeke, here is our machine gunner and weaponsmith, both are on explosives as well. I am more of an all-purpose all-rounder." Jennifer asked and explained the team composition briefly.

"I am specialized in close combat, I'm good with a shotgun and a linguist as well, sir. Pleasure to be in your squad, sir." the young Corporal replied with a small smile now playing on her lips. Her tone was still formal, but she was loosening up a little to the informal atmosphere around her.

"Close combat, good, we have that part covered. Seems like we have a very well-balanced team, quite rare to be honest. The worms won't know what hit them. Well, I think we have most, Alba I will fill you in later. I think all of you should go check out at the armory what guns you want to bring tomorrow and get some rest." Jennifer continued looking between her squad member. "Colonel, could you stay for a few minutes? I think after all I might want a little talk."

A slightly puzzled look, mixed with a hint of hope crossed the young Marine's face, 'There were actual soldiers out here that we're going against? At least I hope she's not referring to actual worms but I doubt close compact will help much against bugs.' The young Corporal needed a lot of filling in, she was as lost as a leaf would be in the vast icy landscape outside. "Sir, yes sir." She replied as she saluted and looked at her new comrades ready to follow them out to the armory.

"You're certainly right there, it's nice to know we've got everything covered. You couldn't ask for a better set, and all marines, too." He was clearly curious about what the Captain had to say to the Colonel, having gotten rather used to the special treatment his parentage allowed him, despite his outspoken aversion to it. Still, he climbed to his feet, offering a salute of his own, and said, "Right you are, sir. I'll make sure they haven't broken any of the toys I brought with me."

Then he turned to Alba and gave her another nod, gesturing towards the door as he stepped that way himself and saying, "If I were a betting man, I'd guess you haven't visited the armory yet? It's easy enough to find, Zeke and I will show you. See if we can't find you what you're looking for." He would have definitely won the bet. The young Marine didn't reply, however, the look in her eyes said it all. She was obviously both pleased and grateful for the help and ready to tag along like a little puppy.

"That sounds like a fine plan," Zeke said with a nod. "I could use some time to check over a couple of gun with y'all. If that's all, Colonel, Captain."

"Hell, sounds good enough for me. You all don't need me around harshing your diabolical plans. I'll catch y'all later," he replied with another two finger salute as he pushed off the frame of the door. As he walked away he called out one last, so called, order. "Just don't blow up anything in my name unless its a good explosion."

"Damn, guess he doesn't want to talk. Oh well... standing order is not to blow up anything his name, which means... carte blanche obtained!" Jennifer smiled devilishly, alone in her office now, happy enough to have gotten something to use as a lame-ass excuse just in case she needed excessive force during the mission. She knew things did not work like that, but with a silver tongue and a innocent look, who knew?