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Work From The Brass

Posted on Fri Sep 22nd, 2017 @ 9:43pm by Corporal Inola MacKenna

Mission: Stargate Command

RAdm. Mike Fischer
SGC Commanding Officer
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Cpl. Inola MacKenna
SDS Administrative Assistant

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Mike walked down the hallway, heading for the SDS office. He knew that the renovations had been completed, and that Mason had a new assistant. Being in charge of the base, he had to meet everyone who came through the doors. He arrived at the new office, and opened the door stepping through. He saw someone he was unfamiliar with sitting behind a desk. “Good afternoon,” he said walking up to the desk. “I'm Admiral Fisher, you must be Colonel Mason’s assistant,” he said to her.
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Inola looked at the Admiral as he entered the office. His Navy uniform and Rank Insignia gave him away before he spoke. She was pretty sure there weren’t too many USN Admiral wandering the corridors. “That would explain why I’m sitting in this chair… though in the chairs defense… it is very comfortable… however, I prefer to go by Corporal MacKenna, or Inola if you’re feeling informal.” She replied as she stood.
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“It must,” he said with a chuckle, already liking her. “Pleased to meet you. Hopefully you're settling in decently enough,” Mike said to MacKenna. “Getting orientated with the SGC?” He asked, knowing that the levels could be daunting to figure out your first few months.
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“It’s not that complicated. A Floor plan is a floor plan. Apparently SGC figured SDS could be trusted with it.” She motioned towards a chair, “It’s not as comfortable as mine, but help yourself.” She said taking her own seat. “The SGC is like any other military facility. As far as the military is concerned, it’s an efficient layout, and nobody will listen to actual improvements.” She said with a smile, and all the interest of someone discussing the weather.
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“Yes, it is..” he said recognizing the look. “How long have you been with SDS, what's your background?” Fisher asked, taking a seat, wanting to listen to MacKenna.
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She made a point of stretching her arms above her head, which had the added result of tightening her tailored uniform shirt across her chest, though the intent was to convey her boredom with such an expected conversation. The Admiral oversaw the SGC, he could easily answer these questions by pulling up her file. Though despite this, it was also an expected question that he was almost obligated to ask. “I’ve been an Administrative Assistant for SDS for a few years, before that I was with the FBI, and before that, I was in the Air Force.” She answered leaving out the specifics. Most people asked entirely too many questions when they found out she was a Bomb Tech for the FBI, and a Raptor Driver for the Air Force, and now she was a paper pusher. Besides, she enjoyed imagining the look on the Admiral's face when he read it in her file… based on her looks, and size, it was usually a look of disbelief.
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Mike nodded, and looked to her. “Good, based on what I've skimmed from your file, and what you're telling me, I expect nothing but the best from this venture. As this is SDS, I won't tell you both how to run your shop internally, but anything that relates to SGC business, report to me,” he said matter of fact. “In your short time here, what can you see that needs improving at the moment?” He asked. Unlike most brass, having never forgotten his SEAL origins, he listened to those under his command.
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“Kind of surprised to hear you say that… after the incident that happened in your office.” She said watching the Admiral for a response. “With respect, though Admiral. The guy that signs my checks specifically told me I report to Colonel Mason.” She gave a little shrug, “I like my check, and I don’t want to put in in jeopardy. Besides, as I recall a good Airman, Soldier, Sailor, whatever reports through the Chain of Command. I don’t mind if you want to change that… but you’ll have to take it up with my boss.” She gave it a moment before moving on, “On the basic… your chow hall sucks. People here have a very stressful job, and I’ve seen the schedule… same thing every week, with only a few additional options? Maybe I’ve just been spoiled by SDS, but it’s the little things that make people happy, and I think having a bit more variety in their food might be one of those niceties that would help…”
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Mike had to smile at the food comment. He had noticed it before, but played it off as just having become used to special forces chow when on base. “I'll see what I can do. No one else has complained yet, but until now most people who eat here are active duty so probably don't want to say anything,” he told her. “I respect the chain of command as much as anyone, but if it's something urgent, you have liberty to tell me directly. This is a trial run, and the incident in my office… while I don't condone it, I understand it. I was a SEAL until I came here as a SG team leader, and you rely on transports to get out.” He appreciated her loyalty, but to him, the SGC was above petty separation of powers. “Are you staying here on base or off? That info I usually don't get, I only get total numbers,” he told her.
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She nodded, knew he’d been a SEAL at some time, as he had a BUDS badge on his chest. She also took note of what he’d said. The Colonel hadn’t been completely clear on the incident, but what the Admiral had just told her a bit more of the story. She might have to see if she can pull up Masons file, it sounded like this was something in his past. “SDS has provided a house off base, but I also have a room here in the mountain. I think Mr. Pearson wants the Colonel and myself on hand incase anything comes up, and close enough to get back here quickly if we’re needed.” She expertly kept her features focused on the conversation at hand, but her mind drifted to the conversation going on behind the door. She stole a glance at her phone and saw the line was still active. “I’m not sure how much time I’ll get to spend there… but after a night on the town, it’s probably easier to get back to than trying to get through security and not only back on base, but into the mountain.”
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“That it is,” he told MacKenna. “I won't take up too much more of your time, but I do need one favor. We will be needing an offworld team of SDS personnel for an offworld security assignment, if you could get them together, it would be very appreciated,” he told her. “I need to send them to an established planet, and this will be a good test.”
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“This sounds less like a favor, and more like what we are here for… but since you called it a favor… you should know, I collect on my favors…” she said with a smile. “What will they be protecting? Some equipment, a building, a compound, an entire village?” While she’d already done some preliminary work, she needed to have an idea of what size team the Colonel would need to select.
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“For now, I’ll be sending them to the Beta Site. about 20 scientists are working there, it’s a relatively quiet planet, no one knows about it as it never had a stargate until we took one and put it there,” Mike said to her. “We currently have a squad of Airmen guarding it, so however many people you see fit. 5 buildings, of the...well, standard military quick install variety,” he added with a grin. They were at best temporary shelters until they got more permanent buildings established.
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“Well, by SDS Standards, that’d be 2 guards per building, depending on if we wanted 8 or 12 hour rotations. So that’d be 20 - 30, plus another 10 that would act as a reaction force, as well as fill ins for anyone who was at sick call, and would also be able to do patrols. Normally, we’d bring in our own modular structures for barracks, and an armory.” She paused looking at the Admiral for a reaction, “I’m guessing however that you guys aren’t wanting the security force to double the size of your scientists.”
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“Not..really, it’s a fairly normal planet, so basic security, they’ll also need to be able to help the scientists as needed with experiments, all that kind of stuff,” Mike said to her.
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She nodded, “We’ll cut the team size in half, and see if we can find anybody with experiences other that soldiering.” She said already getting some ideas for new filters to set on the Personnel files. “How soon will you need them?”
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Mike thought for a moment, and then looked to her. “Two hours, I’d like to have the airmen back soon, just in case anything goes wrong that I might need them,” he said matter of factly.
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Inola almost laughed before she realized the Admiral was being serious. “With all due respect, we can probably have a tentative roster ready in two hours. SDS Staff right now is sitting at about 6, the others are all still on the way, and you want Grunts that can help with the experiments, and do more than just guard, which means we’ll probably need to transfer additional staff to the mountain. Not to mention the medical checks that I’m sure will be required before going off world… Realistically Admiral, I’d say you’re looking at a minimum of 2 days, and that’s if we are able to get a rush on everything. Something like this would normally take at least a week.”
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“Then, you have 4 days,” he said to her, dead serious. “Rapid reaction is necessary at times, and this is a test of SDS’s readiness should we ever need it on a moment’s notice,” he said, his tone even wanting his point to come across. “Think it can be done?”
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“I can work with 4 days.” She answered, and hesitated, then asked “Forgive me, but I was under the impression SDS was here for Security, I wasn’t aware we were supposed to be on alert.”
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“In times of crisis, anyone who can pick up a firearm, civilians included, will be called upon to defend Earth. That means if I have to pull in 20 SDS personnel to repel invaders into the gateroom, I will,” he said to her. “I hope it never comes to that,” Mike added, a slight smile creeping up on his face. Standing up, he looked to Inola. “It was a pleasure to meet you, but I must continue on with my day. I look forward to working with you more,” he told her.
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“Fair enough.” She responded then turned back towards her computer. “I understand… You may go.” She said and starting pouring through the Personnel Files again.
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“Hmm, I haven’t been dismissed from a room in quite a while,” he said with a chuckle, turning and leaving out the doors.
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Inola gave the Admiral a wink, though the Admiral couldn’t see it. She turned her attention back to the computer on her desk.
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