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Meeting the Brass

Posted on Mon Sep 4th, 2017 @ 7:36pm by Colonel Jordon Mason Jr.

Mission: Stargate Command
Location: SGC Commanders Officer

Admiral Mike Fisher
SGC Commander
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Jordon Mason Jr.
SDS Security Liasion

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Fischer sat in his office, having sent the two teams off to their respective planets. Hopefully things went well this first go around using the new, streamlined response teams. It would take a while to get used to not calling out SG team names, but it helped that with the restructuring, many members were sent out onto the space vessels, giving them a tactical response to a world they were orbiting if needed, or to protect the ship. Now, he needed to figure out how exactly to use these new SDS contractors. At least, on paper, they seemed more competent and employed the proper people than other defense contract mercenaries, such as the notorious Blackwater operatives. It would free up some resources too at least for protecting planets, allowing him to send military personnel elsewhere. And in a pinch, they could even be backups if things went desperately wrong offworld. He had asked Jordan Mason, the liaison, to meet him in his office. He should be arriving any moment, Mike thought, leafing through additional information that the Joint Chiefs had sent down about SDS.
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Jordon shook his head thinking about the assistant he’d been assigned. To say she was interesting would be an understatement. He’d been instructed to meet the Admiral in his office. He knew he’d have to meet him sooner or later, though he never was a fan of meeting the brass. That being said, as far as SDS was concerned, he apparently was Brass now. He just hoped this didn’t mean he was off the field work. If he couldn’t see his family every night than at least he could be in the field. He left the office and headed towards the Admiral’s. He’d been given a layout on the base, at least the areas he had access to, and memorized it, so finding his way to the Admiral’s office wasn’t that hard. He glanced at his uniform, black utilities his Colonel rank was shining on his collar, though he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be wearing it. Military types didn’t seem to like seeing a ‘civilian’ walking around with rank on.

He took a deep breath, then knocked firmly on the door, just as he would have as a Gunny.
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“Enter,” Mike said, looking up and settling back into his chair a little. He saw Jordan step through the doorway. At least he looked like the photo that was sent with his file. Seemed anyone civilian liked to keep their original photos from 10 years ago, and they would always look drastically different than now. Standing up, he motioned to the seat in front of his desk and held his hand out. “Mike Fischer, pleased to meet you,” he said.
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“Jordon Mason” he said taking the offered hand, “I imagine we have a lot to talk about.” He added taking the offered seat.
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“Yes we do,” Fischer said, sitting back down. He did not even need to ask if Mason was up to speed with the information that he had received, chances are he was just based on what Mike read of his background. “This is all very new to me, and the few, very brief interactions I’ve had many many years ago with ‘private contractors’ were not exactly the best. I’m keeping an open mind, but I will also need to be convinced by you that this will work. Politicians always say these things will,” he said, folding his hands on his desk while he spoke.
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“Like many other things, contractors get a bad rep from the bad apples out there.” Jordon said by way of response. “The good contractors are the ones you’ve never heard of because they do their jobs and don’t attract attention. You’ll notice SDS doesn’t ever seem to make the news, and we’ve been around for quite a while.” Jordon cleared his throat as he sat up straighter, “No disrespect intended Admiral, but it’s been my experience that the Military doesn’t exactly treat contractors well either. Oil and water, I’d reckon. But I’m willing to assume that doesn’t hold true for the entire Military.”

He took a moment to consider his next words, “I’m aware this is your bailiwick, and you don’t have to prove yourself to me, I’m under orders from my boss to work with you here.” He hesitated a moment, “Now my family is back in Texas, wife and two kids as you are probably aware from my file.” He said nodding towards the file on his desk. “I haven’t unpacked yet and I’d be more than happy to jump back on a plane and go back home. But I’m guessing you’re under orders to put us to good use, though in your position I’m sure you’ve got connections, so if you don’t like me I’m sure you can get someone else assigned here. Until that happens, I’m here to work, so if we can get past the Military vs Contractor thing, I think we’ll be able to do some good.”
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“Well, this comes from the Joint Chiefs, so I can’t even beg and plead with them. They want a 6 month trial period, and I’ll make damn sure that the trial period works out for the best of the Stargate program. What were you told you would be doing when you received your orders?” he asked, wanting to see if they lined up with what he had been told.
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“You’ll be working as part of a classified program, directing SDS Personnel in Security Operations.” He said in a somewhat mocking tone. “In other words, I haven’t been told a lot. I didn’t get fully read in till I arrived. That being said, this isn’t my first rodeo. Reading between the lines, I gather I’ll be coordinating SDS personnel in security roles, at what I am assuming are various off world installations.”
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“So you were told less than me, that’s somewhat amazing. I was given ‘use as directed for offworld assignments, but no initial contact or recons,” Fischer said with a chuckle. “Figures. My plan was indeed what you are describing. Offworld security, potentially onboard a few of our scout vessels as well where a small contingent of personnel is preferred. Also as heavy hitter backup in case of a massive firefight to compliment any marine or army personnel,” Mike said, rattling off a lot. “That means I’ll want your people training beside my people.”
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“That shouldn’t be a problem, Admiral.” Jordon said nodding, “We might even be able to learn something from each other. SDS employs former military personnel from not only the US, but countries around the world. Our tactics have evolved from incorporating their training into ours. SDS people don’t have any experience off world… and based on that God-awful TV show… what was it… Wormhole X-Treme?” he said shaking his head remembering it, “I’m guessing that it hit close to the mark. I’m guessing we have had contact with aliens, and that your people have learned some new tactics from them.” He shrugged a bit, “I think the real question is… how soon can we get started?”
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Mike almost laughed at the mention of Wormhole X-treme. “The sad thing is, that show was actually fairly close to what we do, just way over the top. The Air Force loves it, since it helped dispel any rumors that we existed at the time, until the crash in the Hudson last year of the Apollo. That took a lot of PR and, well, threats frankly to get that to go away,” he said shaking his head, remembering that whole incident. “Anyway, you can get started right away. The two teams that went through the gate are the first off world under our new structure, all other personnel are here on base. We originally had 21 SG teams, each consisting of between 5 and 7 personnel. We’re now down to 50 people that go off world, and aren’t assigned to teams. They are used where they are strongest, depending on the mission type. Most scouting and recon are done by a new fleet of small, light, and fast vessels, based on Asgard technology they gave us. You’ll need to read up on them,” he said with a smile. “Most of our long term team leaders opted for retirement or reassignment, so we are down to a handful of experienced leaders. You’ll get your bearings with Lieutenant Colonel Armstrong, he’s been with the SGC for a little over a year. Good leader, has been in the thick of things offworld and will be a valuable asset toward your integration here,” Mike said, running through his list he had. “Have I thrown too much at you?” he asked. “There’s a lot of history here, and it will take a while to absorb it all.”
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Jordon’s mind twitched at the name Armstrong, but he didn’t know where it was from. It was a common enough name, hell there was an astronaut with the name. “I think I kept up pretty well…” he said with a nod, “A couple of questions though…”
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“Of course,” Mike said, looking to Mason. He was sure the other man had a million questions, he knew he did those years ago when he came here as a Captain, leading SG-10. He still did, and he runs the damn place...albeit under the annoying eye of the civilian committee.
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“How’s the chow?” he asked then he leaned forward, “And more importantly… where can a man get a drink and a good cigar around here?”
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Mike laughed a little. “Well, chow is okay, especially by military standards. As for a drink and cigar, you can’t describe the location, I’ll have to show you myself when we get off duty,” Mike said. He could work with Mason, he felt. Seemed like a decent enough person.
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“Oorah, Admiral.” Jordon responded as his watch beeped indicating a message. He tapped the screen and glanced at the message, then swiped it up to dismiss it. “With your permission, Admiral. Two of my Lieutenants have arrived, I’d like to go greet them.”
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“Dismissed,” Mike said with a nod. “Pleasure to meet you, Mason, and look forward to making this all work,” he added. He truly did, he was not in the mission of sabotaging people just because of his personal feelings about contractors.
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