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 on: February 15, 2024, 01:45:01 PM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Troy
<UNS Invincible Cells >

The battle was over with the SGC teams taking the field over their Ori and Go'uld opponents. Once the fighting was over, the teams moved across the battlefield, disarming their foes before taking them prisoner. It was quickly decided they couldn't be left on the planet, so they were all currently housed in cells on the Invincible. What was to be done with the 39 extra souls aboard wasn't something Romero gave much thought to until Captain Albright brought it up during their meal break.

"So maroon them. Works better than locking them up, and should prevent them from causing trouble for a while. As long as it's not Ceti-Alpha 5, it shouldn't come back to bite us."

He grinned at the confused looks on the officer's face.
"Remind me to show you some Star Trek when we get the time."


 on: February 02, 2024, 04:35:31 AM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Ellen_Ripley
<UNS Invincible Cells >

B company had the watch, and the unenviable task of watching and taking care of the prisoners for the next four hours. Beth felt that while it was a duty, it was a duty she could well do without. But at least they well behaved so far, they’d been fed and all thirty-nine of them had been taken to the showers one by one. Now they had a moment of respite, she could finish her meal of Yorkshire Pudding. She looked across at Romero, sitting opposite her at the little table they shared in the Cell’s office. Finishing a mouthful, she spoke. “What do think they’ll do with them? Rumour has it, Captain McFearson and Captain Cutter want to drop them off at some remote gateless planet. I suppose there could be a worse fate.” She took another mouthful, then pushed it aside, it had gone cold.


 on: February 01, 2024, 09:59:15 AM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Ellen_Ripley
<UNS Invincible Medbay>

Feeling the bandages that wrapped around his head, Al groaned. His eyes looked around the ward of the ship’s number two medical wing to see who he might recognise, there was Ruby Forster at the Nurse’s station a little way down past three beds to his right and through the glass petition he could see Cate and Mike Jaworski talking.
He went to stretch his left arm to reach for the nurse’s call button, realising that one; that arm was bandaged as well and two; the call button dangled from its cord on his right side. Grabbing it pressed hard, hearing the distinctive ding and seeing the blue glow of the call light reflect from the wall opposite Cate and Mike.

In the number one ward, essentially now the recovery ward, since they had so many wounded to take care of, Kevin opened his eyes for the first time in what had been near seventy-two hours. He felt groggy and nauseous, he wanted to be sick. He tried to move but found that was near impossible. Wondering if he could speak, he did the natural thing and called. “Nurse!” That hurt, though he was sure someone heard him, because another patient near him, told him to ‘shut the hell up’.

@Mim @NG @sorra @DanielRyder @Troy @Thaddeus

 on: January 17, 2024, 05:33:15 AM 
Started by Ellen_Ripley - Last post by DanielRyder
I might try this. I do love Science Fiction and Fantasy combined. I might have a character in mind. That might move this a bit.

 on: January 17, 2024, 05:19:27 AM 
Started by Mim - Last post by DanielRyder

Onboard ship

The warm cocoa suddenly warmed up his hand as he drank it. Coughing silently, Taer placed the cup back down, winced and silently wondered if they scrouged any whiskey. It hit him. Jaffa don't drink alcohol, do they? Thinking back a bit to a time when he passed Tael'c, he never saw him drink any. Sighing, he placed the cup down and excused himself in front of Willian and Flynn. He wasn't in a talking mood. Not when there was so much to be done. The battle's not over. It never was. At the moment, he was missing his alcohol. Because tough men don't drink hot chocolate.

His groaning gears crunched as he moved across the room. Aside from the quiet mumblings of chatting, almost everyone on the ship was quiet. Even the repairs to the battle were ongoing. Leaving the ship's cafeteria, Taer made his way across the quiet hallway. There were scars among the steel walls. Battle signs. Wounds. While he was offshore, the ship went through a heavy battle overhead.

Not far from the cafeteria was a small observational room. He needed some private time to gather his thoughts while looking at the stars from the window. They were going home. He could use some much-needed leave.

 on: January 10, 2024, 01:29:50 PM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Mim


2 hours later

 Unexpectedly, with both Al and Cate wounded, that left a leadership void that needed immediate filling. Major Mike Jaworski, the ship's doctor, found himself thrust into an unfamiliar role as the de facto commander. Of course, Taer was there and so to William, but now with so many other wounded and prisoners, everyone had their hands full.

 Mike had spoken to Lieutenant Colonel Muir; he basically left it in the Major’s hands. His part was done, he told him, although Doug added, he was leaving behind the B company as a security detachment. Soon after the Colonel’s detachment left in much the same way they arrived.

 With composure and quick thinking, Major Jaworski then rallied the remaining team members of SG3 and 4, coordinated the evacuation of enemy prisoners, and ensured that every aspect of the remainder of the mission was executed flawlessly. It's a testament to his dedication and adaptability that he seamlessly transitioned from a medical role to the leader of a combat element, it was a strange feeling.

As the last enemy prisoner was secured, Major Jaworski made it a top priority to see to the well-being of every individual under his command. His focus on the mission's success didn't waver, yet he never lost sight of the importance of each person's safety.

One particularly touching moment was when he turned his attention to Wing Commander Cate MacGregor, a friend and comrade who had been wounded earlier in the battle. Major Jaworski took the time to tend to MacGregor's injuries personally. His skill as a doctor and his genuine concern for his fellow soldiers were on full display.
Cate had lost a significant amount of blood, and Mike’s expertise and calm demeanour played a crucial role in stabilizing her condition. It was a poignant moment that showcased the bonds forged in the past had never changed, despite the occasional crossed word.

Mike looked around the makeshift triage, observing the chaos and urgency of the medical personnel attending to the wounded. The acrid smell of burnt metal and the distant echoes of gunfire lingered in the air long after the battle was over. Cate, lying on a makeshift cot, looked pale and weak, but her eyes locked onto Mike as he approached.

"Hey, Mike," Cate managed a weak smile. "Looks like you're in charge now."

Mike tried to return the smile, though worry weighed heavily on him. "Don't worry, Cate. We're gonna get through this. How are you holding up?"

Cate winced as the medic adjusted the bandages. "Could be worse. Got banged up pretty good, but I'll survive."

Mike nodded, glancing at the bustling activity around them. "You did a hell of a job back there earlier, Cate. If it wasn't for you rallying the troops, we might not have held the line."

She chuckled weakly. "Just doing my part, I wasn’t alone you know. But now, it's your show. You'll handle it just fine, I know."

Mike sighed, realizing the weight of the responsibility that had fallen onto his shoulders. "Yeah, but I never expected to be in this position. I'm no leader, Cate. I'm just a doctor."

Cate reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Mike's arm. "Mike, leadership isn't about rank or title. It's about making tough decisions, keeping your head clear, and taking care of your people. You've got that in you, trust me."

He nodded, appreciating her encouragement. "Thanks, Cate. We'll get you back to the ship, and then we'll get you patched up properly." He held her arm for a moment, then he remembered Taer’s call. “Acknowledged Captain.” Was it really true? The battle was over?

The distant sounds of explosions punctuated their conversation, a stark reminder of the ongoing battle, yet he realised it was only the clean-up team, setting off mines and booby traps the enemy had laid. Mike took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges ahead. With Cate's words echoing in his mind, he stood up and turned towards the ramp, then stepped out into the damp cold air, teams of combat troops awaiting his orders.

"Alright, let's get organized. We've got a job to finish, and we're not leaving anyone behind," he declared, taking the first steps into his unexpected role as the leader on the ground.


 Soon after Mike gave his command, Flynn, with the remainder of SG3 and 4, finished her work on the DHD, and she hit gold, finding a dozen or more of the most recently used addresses. The last, just 65 hours ago. That was a starting point. Ten minutes after that, they were on their way back to the ship, where Elle called an immediate conference; she had Damian come over and join them.

 Meanwhile, Mesa had found their bogey, a Hatak some four hours away from the two Earth ships. She approached in the 401, cloaked, the ship wasn’t shielded, as it probably didn’t expect any attacks this far out. Coming within metres of the hull, she launched a tracking device that would virtually weld itself to that same hull. Then she promptly left, returning to the Invincible to make her report.

 After some hours of deliberation, it was a unanimous decision to head back home. For one thing, as Mike had rightly pointed out, they had too many wounded and prisoners to take care of. Damian’s mission alone to the wrecked Hatak had netted some 70 prisoners alone, many wounded. Then there was Al and Cate, both now wide awake and telling all and sundry they were fit for duty, much to everyone’s amusement.

 As evening was settling over the mountains of Colorado, the clocks on the ships were set in sync. Crews went about their duties more quietly now, especially after such a harrowing operation. Some slept, some like DJ, couldn’t. He read his bible alone in the cabin he shared with his XO William Troy.

 In the ship’s cafeteria, some simply couldn’t sleep at all. Bonnie and Bryan were buried in a corner, heads together. William, Taer and Flynn shared some hot cocoa and toast, talking quietly, while Mesa returned to the bridge after Elle handed command over, her new friends, Steven Lyall, Toni Hagan, and Chief Ellis Minchello, had followed her, much to Warren’s dismay. She was more than glad for her skipper’s Aussie tradition of a beer ration, that one can of Miller’s was more than welcome, down in the Air Crew’s mess. Now it was business as usual. Mesa took a moment to stand by the window, watching all that space pass by as the two ships sped home.

 The door to Elle’s cabin had a virtual ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door. The ship’s crew knew better, no one would disturb her. Crumpled clothes lay on the floor at the foot of the bed; yet two figures sat, side by side, staring at that same space as Mesa did. Ye,s they were going home, but peace was far from their minds. War was certain to be pointed at Earth in a very short time. They held each other closely.

 @NG @sorra @Troy @Thaddeus @DanielRyder @Ellen_Ripley


 on: December 26, 2023, 03:31:36 AM 
Started by XARXU - Last post by XARXU

I have updated my character, Maerin Stormcrest to be a little more true to the naming convention, and to be a little less vague and more lore-friendly than he was previously.

I am excited to get some RP going! If anybody feels like we need a certain minimum number of people to get it going (higher than 2), than I would be more than happy to prove everybody wrong in the happiest and most positive way possible! :D

This is the same character, we just might have to retcon his name and a few scant details in his backstory and heritage. But I did put extra work into explaining how his exotic heritage is feasible, even if unusual.

 on: December 24, 2023, 06:58:09 AM 
Started by Ellen_Ripley - Last post by XARXU
@XARXU Apologies for the late reply. I would dearly love to do this again. Our problem for that at the moment would be numbers. There'd only be you and I. My Mum doesn't have as much time as she used to, and even with three, it'd be hard to do. If we had at least two more, that might make a difference.

If the boards were made visible from the main page again, I could do this by myself lol. The fandom practically writes itself! And if 1-player is doable, surely 2-player is doable in the interim, yes?  :yes:

 on: December 21, 2023, 01:48:18 PM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Mim
Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year.

Just to let you all know, I haven’t disappeared at all. I was recently promoted and with that came new responsibilities, something I wasn’t expecting in as much as the depth and scope of what I had to adjust to. Suffice to say, for the last month, it has been utterly impossible for me to do anything, but focus on work. Now that is out of the way and I can take a few days rest, I’ll be back in the new year to pick up where we left off.

I do hope, I will see as much enthusiasm from you all, as I will be putting into our little forum.

Thank you all.


 on: December 11, 2023, 09:28:53 AM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Thaddeus
<AR-5, LZ trail>

There was a nod of agreement from Mike as the thought to follow-through and continue forward with their path was the sane option, or at least more productive than rallying back around the ship waiting for someone to get themselves killed. It was either they tip toed through the mine field or wait until someone tripped over another IED as O'Neil came up with the three-pronged approach when Agathon, Rook and his marines had returned with additional firepower. However as the plan did take shape, so did the urgency to react as one of the Wraiths called out 'Captain', prompting Mike to look over at the Wraith to see which one of them he was directly speaking to.

Mike then glanced at his team, counting their positions and taking note where they would have the best chance of proceeding forwards whilst maintaining line of sight with the other two contingents from their team. He wasn't particularly fond of having to split up in relatively unknown environments however it made sense, if they were lumped together meant that they most likely would be a larger target to ambush so he did not speak up against the plan.

"AR-5," Mike whispered low as he checked he had his team's attention. "Once the IED has been disabled, everyone form up on me. We'll proceed when everyone else has hit position. Then-" He signalled their next plan of motion was to venture forwards slowly. They still did not know fully the risks, traps and hazards that could plague all of them if they wrong-footed. "How long until it's disabled?"

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