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1st October 2014, 15:10 - Mess Hall

The flashing red lights throughout the corridors and in various communal areas were disconcerting. There was an air of very real danger permeating the hallways of the SGC, compounded by the knowledge that the could be observed by a very real, albeit unseen, enemy.

A shiver raced down Ruth's spine, chased by a light fear. It didn't bear thinking about. It was bad enough with all the security cameras on the base, they had taken long enough to get used to, but at least she knew the bathrooms and her own quarters were her own private areas. With these so-called "Furlings" on the loose, though... well, they could be anywhere, or nowhere at all.

As she left the gateroom briefing, Ruth stifled a tiny yawn. Sleeping in her chair in her lab hadn't been the best of ideas last night, but it was too late to worry about now. Her stomach grumbled, and she realised he hadn't eaten. Instead of heading back to her labs to fortify herself with some motor-oil coffee, she decided to take a detour to the mess hall and grab a sandwich or something for a late lunch.

Unusually for this time of day, the mess hall was a buzz of activity. It was obvious that many on the base didn't have particular duties to return to, and had huddled in the mess hall for some sort of companionship and stability. Probably not a bad idea.

The lunch queue, though, was short, and Ruth selected a BLT with a side of fries, along with something that could only be described as a bucket of coffee. Grubbing in her pocket for her money, Ruth waited patiently to pay.


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Robert followed the a short stream of people to the messhall. He exchanged a few words with a few of them, but most weren't in the mood to talk. He could understand them, of course, but Robert was in a chatty mood right now.

The Captain sat down at one of the tables and took a juicebox out of one of his many pockets. Note to self: buy more juiceboxes. Robert hadn't bought them for himself rather than his daughter. He'd taken one from the fridge this morning because he'd forgot to buy soda.

Robert fiddled with the box for a bit. The straw didn't quite want to get in the hole. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought of having to word this problem.


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PostPosted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 10:06 pm 
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Elvria should have expected something like them questions that Fia asked and although she did not mind them questions, she wasn't sure how much more information that either herself or Parnell could give to Fia or the Tau'ri in general. It was not like the Tollans had much to do with the Tok'ra in the first place, despite them on countless times trying to make exchanges with them.

Elvria stepped into the Mess Hall ahead of Fia, pausing only momentarily at the amount of people that had arrived there. She had been sure that with the invisible threat hanging over peoples heads they would be else where either on a team or in labs trying to figure out what these 'Furlings' were. Not sat around, eating and drinking, as Elvria clearly saw two people do. But it was not her place to say such a thing, the Tau'ri worked in strange ways at times and this was just one of them.

Turning to look back at Fia, Elvria said, "I am not sure how much I can share with you, Parnell knows more." It was courtesy to Fia and to anyone else that was listening to indicate that Parnell was going to make an appearance. It was not something done lightly, she knew that time was of the essence, but there was too many people in the Mess Hall that would either miss the flash of her eyes or the voice change.

She did just that, eyes flashed as Parnell took over, he was going to be the one to help more, he had the most knowledge of the Tollans. Elvria's stance took more of a ridged form as Parnell took over and added his ready to fight at a moments notice stance to the body, it looked odd on Elvria's body. For the usually petite young woman, now looked taller despite not actually being taller, there was a confidence about the body.

"The Furlings are part of the four great races, they would not do this, so it is safe to assume that we are not dealing with the Furlings," Parnell started, hoping his voice didn't rise too much, he did not wish to start a panic amongst the people there. "The Tollana people have a means to distort matter so they could get through almost anything, including the iris that guards the chappa'ai, if the something has gotten to that, it could be a way they came through."

He did not like to think of an invisible threat roaming the base, not one that he could not see and deal with swiftly. Parnell was of the opinion that he liked to see his enemy and any hiding by the use of invisibility was just pure cowardice.

"But that is not what concerns me, the Tollans have something that can disable weapons, I have not seen it before I could not tell you what this thing looks like or how it would work on Tau'ri weapons." He added hastily, he had heard of such a thing through his contacts before he had blended with Elvria, it was not something he shared readily with his host and did so at risk of loosing the trust the Tok'ra and Tollans have. "But if these 'non-furlings was it you called them? If they also acquired that, then there could be more trouble waiting for you. The more threat you become, the more likely an enemy is to strike, this is why the Goa'uld targeted the Tau'ri before."

Parnell knew that Fia did not need a history lesson, but it had to be said, it was something he had seen time and time again with the Tau'ri. Yes there willingness to fight was admirable, and their freedom from any kind of slavery something to work towards, but in that process they also made enemies fast. Them enemies were not always so easily deterred, especially the more you made yourself armed.


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 1:55 am 
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The change from Elvria to Parnell was just as disconcerting this time as it was the first time she saw it. However, Fia was glad to see it happen. While she knew that Elvria was just as capable as she was in hostile situations, the young woman just seemded too ... young. She elicited a protective instict in Fia, one that was unwarranted. Parnell brought out no such feelings.

Fia gestured to the nearest table, inviting Parnell to sit with her. Escalation has always been a problem with us. That said we are perfectly capable of defending ourselves with knives and bows if need be. I am more concerned with finding them. The Tollan technology that allowed them to shift through matter, does it also account for invisibility? Fia Slid into a chair as she talked, pulling a pad of paper and a pen out of her vest.

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:16 am 
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Parnell followed Fia to an empty table and took the seat opposite her, nodding his head slightly in thanks as he did so. “Sadly it does not render one invisible, the ability to distort matter can be projected onto another person, or animal, but it can not render said things invariable.” He answered, aware that, that was not what anyone wanted to hear, what people wanted to hear was an exact answer that it was such a thing from such a person. Parnell could not give them answers to Fia or to anyone as he himself did not know who or what they were dealing with.

He took a glance around the room, despite the 'emergency' on base no one in the Mess seemed overly concerned. He knew the Tau'ri would carry on as much as they could, it was something to be kind of admired their ability to carry on even in the most dire of situations.


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 9:23 pm 
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It was strange feeling knowing that danger potentially lurked around every corner and yet people appeared to be going about their business as if nothing had ever happened in the mess. Of course nothing specifically had happened yet, apart from several more armed guards lingering at each doorway fingers resting nervously near by the trigger. The danger however had been very real anything that could attacked the Tollans in quite that way had to be a substantial threat. He'd read the files on the Tollans their technology far advanced to that of theirs, anything that could take them by surprise could almost certainly obliterate them.

He was a realist, one his perhaps most unappealing qualities, Lorne had dwelled for some time on what death might look like now it was almost certainly around the corner. He supposed it would be quiet, black almost just like the coffee that swilled around within his mug, a stray drop having made a break for freedom down the side of the white mug. He stared into it watching out of the corner of his eye as more people appeared in the mess. 'Comfort in the company of others he supposed not that he had ever derived any comfort from anothers company. He spent much of his time alone and even in the most difficult period time of his life following his fathers death he preferred his own company rather than that of others.

A tray clattered breaking his gaze his senses of full alert wide eyes searching the corners of the room. Not a 'furling' to be seen, not that he was certain that they could even be seen. How else had they managed to get through the gate undetected, it only took one wrong step in the Gateroom and dozens of armed guards were on the case, he'd seen it happen a handful of times before. It was safe to assume that 'furlings' would not be easily found, that is if they would ever be found at all. What was to say they weren't already half way to Vegas already, room booked at the Bellagio.


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:15 pm 
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Working in her office would not do. Sun knew that within five minutes from starting. It was not as though she was uneasy. It was the quiet that did for her. The base was on red alert and still, most people were condemned to sit tight and wait for whatever to happen. That would be for an unseen enemy to strike, or for nothing to pass at all. At her old regiment, a state of alert would have put everyone on their toes until orders arrived and teams were shipped out into the hot zone. But there was no hot zone in this case. If anything happened it would happen on base. So, for the time being, it was probably good that everyone was keeping their calm.

Still this did not help her very much. If she wanted quiet, she chose the time for that. And it was not right now. Tucking her laptop under her arm, she got en route to the mess hall. Food was the last thing she wanted, but it was the only place she could think of. In the current situation, people usually gathered there, looking for exchange and company. Sun only needed the buzz. And perhaps some of the conversations there would help her build an emergency plans. She felt a rising need for input. This kind of thing was unusual for her, but so was the situation.

Upon arriving she saw that her assumption had been right. Passing through the vast room, she spotted a few familiar faces. Captain Serigliano was one of them, but she was engaged in conversation with a young woman whose name Sun did not recall offhand. This meant she was definitely not the only one here seeking whatever form of input.

After a moment Sun walked on, until she found a table for herself. She put down her computer and set out to work again. But she wondered just how long it would take until someone sought her out, hoping for a chat on the situation. Much as some people needlessly feared her, she was also good at putting people at ease during emergency situations such as this unnerving lockdown. So she sat, and waited.

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Fia nodded. She had expected that these non-furlings were using technology of their own, even as she expected they may have appropriated the Tollan's matter shifting technology. While part of her wondered just who these aliens really were, that really didn't matter. Find them first, find out who they are and what they want second.

Fia's gaze ran over the others in the Mess, taking inventory without realizing she was doing it. A few civilians and several military, though at least one was a tech judging by his demeanor. Major Sharpe was there as well. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Fia was preparing for the worst. It wasn't conscious, it was just what she did when in high alert situations.

Retirning to the entity in front of her, Fia gave a respectful nod of understanding. Thank you Parnell, I appreciate anything you can tell me. Have you run across this kind of cloaking technology before?

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By the time Ruth had paid, there were no tables free. She glanced around for anyone she might feel comfortable enough sitting with, and frowned. There was Elvria, but she seemed to be deep in conversation with someone, a relative newcomer whose name Ruth couldn't quite recall. That was, if she had ever known it in the first place.

Then there was Major Desiree Sharpe, who had been dubbed "the Miserable Major" by a fair few of the civilians. A sour face, a sour temper, and a reputation for abusing her rank to terrorise others - yeah, right. Just the kind of person she'd like to sit with. Not.

Ruth kept looking around, and the number of spare seats were dwindling. Finally, she laid eyes on a vaguely familiar face, and headed for his table. Edging up to Lorne Davidson's table, she flashed him a friendly smile. "Mind if I sit here, hon," she asked, her eyebrows raised in hope. "There seems to be a lack of people I know well enough to sit with, otherwise."


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Parnell couldn't quite suppress the slightly incredulous look that appeared on his face at Fia's comment. "You mean technology that can make lights flicker, the chappa'ai become active all so some unseen thing can come through and possible attack the Tau'ri?" He got snippy when under pressure and although he knew it was not the Captains fault, it didn't help matters either. He crossed the arms across the chest, it would have looked like a young child being petulant if Elvria had been in command of the body. On Parnell, it just looked almost like he was being stubborn.

"There are several invisibility technology that the Goa'uld and subsequently the Tok'ra use at times," he explained. He had seen ships become invisible, Goa'uld able to hide when under attack, but all of that technology gave off a heat signature. Something that could be detected, as far as Parnell was concerned he had not heard of anyone detecting anything earlier than the briefing. "I do not know how most of this technology works, the Goa'uld and Tok'ra technology some of it only works with us. The Naquadah in the blood is what makes a lot of the devices work. There is one way of detecting if anything like that is being used, a lot of that technology it emits a heat signature."

Parnell could be helpful if it was warranted, although he was unsure of how much of that information people already knew. Some people that he spoke with, like the Doctor Te Atua knew some, whilst others did not. Sometimes he did feel a bit like he was repeating himself again and again. He couldn't stop his own glance back up to the lights though, he remembered the conversation earlier that morning that they were brighter somehow, he remembered them flickering. He wondered if the thing that had come through was not in the electrical side of the Tau'ri base.


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