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Rewards and Consquences

Posted on Mon Nov 6th, 2017 @ 8:34pm by Gunnery Sergeant Alvin McCaffery & Lieutenant Colonel Trevor Armstrong

Mission: Stargate Command
Location: Armstrong's Quarters
Timeline: Z-Plus 3 hrs after mission

It had been three hours since his return from PX2-187. Alvin was showered and dressed in a fresh set of BDUs and was on a 12 hour stand down. Unless the next crisis arose anyway which seemed to be common practice around here. But, one takes the time off as they can get it in this place. You'll never know when the next one is to come arouns. He chose to head to the Colonel Armstrong's quarters. Alvin figured the man could use an ear to talk to. Alvin was used to that as he stood and parade rest outside of the Colonel's door with a black sack in his hand behind his back. He gave the door three loud, precise knocks.

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Trevor was looking at the belongings of the marine who died, when there was a knock on his door. The distraction was a welcome reprieve from everything. There was no way that mission could have turned on t any differently, and word from the scout ship was the planet was lifeless now. He shook his head and opened the door. “Gunney, this is a surprise,” he said.

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"May I come in, sir?" He asked. He could see from the look on the man's face that the last mission weighed heavy on him. He only heard what happened to Foust the last mission and the loss of another marine.

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"Sure, come on in," Armstrong said, standing aside so Alvin could enter his quarters that were on base. He had offbase housing, but occasionally would stay here, especially after a difficult mission. This was one of those times. "How was your offworld experience?" Trevor asked, indicating one of the chairs for the Gunney to sit in.
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The Gunney let out a small grumble being reminded of being shocked by the ruins security field. "Exhilarating," he responded sarcastically. "Just finding six unknowns and a set of data cubes was all a shocking experience." He walked over to Trevor's desk and placed the sack down on it opening it. In it was a bottle ten year old scotch whisky and three rock glasses. "But nothing like what you folks experienced today," Alvin said as he began to pour.
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"You can say that... I have never encountered a species quite like that. They were almost shadows, surrounded by some sort of fog wherever they were. Man portable rail guns were their weapons of choice, and only 30 of them were destroying the city," he said, shaking his head at the thought as Alvin finished pouring, taking the offered glass. "Only the good stuff huh?"
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Alvin poured three glasses. Each to the point of a three finger pour. He left one on the desk for the fallen marine and raised his glass. "Absent comrades," he said and took a pull from the glass letting the warm spirits gently burn before he swallowed and took a seat.
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"To absent comrades and friends," he said, downing it all at once, the third one sitting there for those that were missing and no longer with them. "Hell of a day, to say the least, eh Gunney?" Trevor said, looking over at the box of things belonging to the man they lost on the mission. "Never gets easier, does it?" he asked
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"Never, sir." He said and finished his drink. Alvin took the bottle and pour himself another before slightly sliding it over the desk in Trevor's direction. "How's Foust doing in the Infirmary?"
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Trevor took the bottle, and poured another for himself. He looked at it for a moment, then answered the question. "About as well as can be expected. The doctors said that the rail gun cauterized the arteries as it blasted through, so that was a bonus. He's stable and resting for now. When he recovers, it'll be a desk job and potentially medically discharged," he said to Alvin.
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"Between fighting the Wraith and dealing with Lucian Alliance thugs. Now, this......I do not know which one is worse." He took another swig and let out a small satisfying sigh. "Hell maybe I should fight someone I don't know. Maybe some mercenaries." He said before taking another pull.
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Trevor chuckled a little. "that'd be entertaining. And I think we'll be meeting this race more than a few times in the future. They seem hellbent on either destroying or taking over everything they see," he said.
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Alvin leaned forward in his seat a bit staring into his glass a moment contemplating all the events that had transpired today. "Do you ever get one of those feelings that things have been going good for far too long that one day you gonna get kicked in the ass?" Alvin asked then looked up at him.
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"Every day, Gunney.. " Trevor said, contemplating everything. They new something was happening based on the events of Maurtina. It was not good, and the enemy seemed two steps ahead of them at each juncture. This was the first time they had been to a planet on the onset of the attack. "Especially now, this makes..what, 5 planets that we have lost now to this invasion? completely wiped off the galaxy, no survivors. Millions lost. We need a break, and soon."

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"I have this gut feeling that were gonna get kicked in the ass. And, it's going to be pretty fucking hard. Just consider those five planets a warm-up for something much bigger. You send your best and brightest into the fray to try and turn the balance without success, right." Alvin pointed at Trevor with his drink in his right hand. "Where would take aim next knowing that you can just steam roll at your leisure?"
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"Good question," he said, trying to think. "The Tok'ra are constantly on the move, so not there. Alpha, Bravo, or Charlie sites perhaps, but those locations are never known outside of SGC, so doubtful there. Definitely a soft target though," he said, thinking out loud.
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"I'd hit where you'd least likely suspect. Here." He sat back and downed his drink placing the empty glass on the desk. "Hit where it'll hurt the most."
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"That'd be risky, we have ships in orbit, and they have the asgard beam weapons, shielding, and hyperdrives. We have yet to encounter any of their vessels, but I would have to imagine that any race would have a problem beating up on that level of technology," he said to Alvin. "But, it's possible.. I'll tell the admiral we should probably have the deep space listening posts keep an eye out."
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"Keyword 'Yet,'" he sighed. "Hopefully my gut is wrong. Aside from me preaching gloom and doom," he waved his hand off in a gesture. "What's this I hear you were decked today?" He chuckled a little.

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"Minor squabble.. seems our SDS leader and I have a history. I left him and a few of his squad when we got word of a possible chemical attack. It was either get out with the personnel I had, or stay and potentially lose everyone," Trevor said, looking back on that mission. "One of the toughest choices made, but it had to be done. Our Ospreys were ordered out, no exceptions, and I waited until the last moment before I left."
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"Shit," he said, "we had to make those types of decisions everyday in Pegasus. Between fighting the life sucking bastards or the Lantean made Replicators. It wasn't exactly a picnic. I suppose you haven't had a chance to tell him that the hard choices don't stop coming around here."
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"Nope, I'm avoiding him off duty at the moment, I enjoy having my face intact," Trevor said, finishing the glass. "I figure he'll learn on his own. SDS is only going to guard safe planets and such, and be around in a pinch for a firefight. The Admiral doesn't trust this contract military yet, so we'll see what happens," he told Alvin, filling his glass once more. It was good to unwind a bit, and at the moment, they had no assets off world at the moment other than the ships flying around.
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"Well, I'm sure he'll get the message one way or another." The Sergeant had no doubt that the SDS leader has probably researched most if not all of the active SGC personnel by now. He refilled his own glass. He looked and seen that whatever was left had only remained in their glasses. Alvin raised his right eyebrow, "my Irish heritage isn't rubbing off on you is it Colonel?"
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"Never, time in the Air Force special forces," he said with a slight smile, raising his glass. "To old friends, and new missions. May they both never get stale," he said with a chuckle before downing it. "Thanks Gunney, that was just what I needed after the hell hole we went through."
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The Gunney slammed his drink back and placed the glass on the desk. "It's pleasure. Next time we can hold the party in my quarters. I have bikini girls that check in at 1700." The Marine got up to his feet. "Please don't get up. I can find my way out." He looked down at Trevor and gave a slight nod. "Sir." Alvin turned and headed for the door leaving the Colonel in solitude once more.
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