I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT GAROU SO YOU GET MORE SGA/GW INSTEAD SO THERE.
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Lorne had spent two days now with the troops from Earth 2. He was starting to get a feel for them. He did find it a little funny that the commanding officers all had codenames, but it seemed to be a badge of honor more than anything else; everyone refered to them by codename more than by legal name, though the two were interchangeable, making the habit useless as a security measure. He gathered it hadn't been so at the start of the organisation.
Anyway, so they had been fresh from a months-long ship trip from Earth 2 to Stargate Command, and then they'd spent the next day undergoing doctor visits and inoculations and a last crash course about the dangers of Atlantis... but Atlantis was Atlantis, which was why he was leading Preventers Storm, Blizzard and Void and their attached squads through the most circuitrous route he could find to their bunks. They all, frankly speaking, looked like shit, with shadows under their eyes and uniforms a bit wrinkled, and Lorne had no doubt when they got around to bunking down they would be crashing for the next twelve hours (barring Wraith, of course.) They'd insisted, though.
Lorne had to admit he hadn't been very hard to convince to show her off to the newbies.
"And on your left, through those glass doors, is the Ivory tower and attached pier, so named because there are only so many synonyms for white that come with appropriate initials. You'll find them under Tower I and Pier I respectively on the transporters. The other towers and piers are Alabaster, Blanche (the French contingent insisted), Chalky, Fair, Ghostly, Pearly, and Snowy." (The towers had been named from the Ancient script letters designating them on the transporters and the age-old tradition of "doesn't that squiggle sort of look like a F, if you turn your head a bit?" but no need to confuse the newbies even more just yet.)
The pier was a couple of miles long, surprisingly pristine for something so exposed to the elements, and the green ocean gorgeous as it broke against its side, spraying some more picturesque foam on the edge. The sky was immense. He came to a stop by the doors to let the Preventers admire the view.
"Ah, and here is our military leader, Colonel Sheppard." The man was jogging to them now, smiling pleasantly as he left behind a bunch of scientists fiddling with Lorne wasn't sure what.
He could see which of the Preventers had come from the military, and which from the police or straight from the civilian masses, by the way three-quarters of the men immediately snapped into a slightly strange salute.
"At ease. Welcome to Atlantis. Enjoying yourselves so far?" Sheppard accepted exclamations like the men were complimenting his kid, or perhaps his wife. He gestured at them to come out onto the pier. "My apologies for not being there to greet you in person. Emergencies..."
A little shrug, as if to say 'you guys know how it is, there's always something they absolutely need the leader on a base like this'. Preventer Storm nodded his complete understanding and forgiveness; Lorne gave his commanding officer a vaguely cynical look. By the missing aircraft on the suspiciously empty pier and the way the scientists surveyed the sky he could figure out what Sheppard was really doing there.
"The aircraft doing well, then?" he asked pointedly.
"Well, it hasn't crashed yet," retorted Sheppard, looking disturbingly cheerful, as he led his little pack scientist-ward. "It's actually something you people might be familiar with; the technology was refined here on Atlantis but the original concept and frame came from your Earth. I have to say, it's gorgeous."
His eyes were sparkling, which Lorne took to mean it was gorgeous, and also hilarious, but then again Sheppard had found it absurdly hilarious pretty much from the start. The Preventers were straightening up proudly, feeling an elan of proud patriotism.
"It's coming back for a landing, if you want to stay and watch?"
"Of course," assured Preventer Blizzard with a firm nod, and he and his troop turned to a man as Sheppard went, "Ah, I think I see it, over that spire."
Another for Sanctuarium! (GW/SGA) (1/2)
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Lorne had spent two days now with the troops from Earth 2. He was starting to get a feel for them. He did find it a little funny that the commanding officers all had codenames, but it seemed to be a badge of honor more than anything else; everyone refered to them by codename more than by legal name, though the two were interchangeable, making the habit useless as a security measure. He gathered it hadn't been so at the start of the organisation.
Anyway, so they had been fresh from a months-long ship trip from Earth 2 to Stargate Command, and then they'd spent the next day undergoing doctor visits and inoculations and a last crash course about the dangers of Atlantis... but Atlantis was Atlantis, which was why he was leading Preventers Storm, Blizzard and Void and their attached squads through the most circuitrous route he could find to their bunks. They all, frankly speaking, looked like shit, with shadows under their eyes and uniforms a bit wrinkled, and Lorne had no doubt when they got around to bunking down they would be crashing for the next twelve hours (barring Wraith, of course.) They'd insisted, though.
Lorne had to admit he hadn't been very hard to convince to show her off to the newbies.
"And on your left, through those glass doors, is the Ivory tower and attached pier, so named because there are only so many synonyms for white that come with appropriate initials. You'll find them under Tower I and Pier I respectively on the transporters. The other towers and piers are Alabaster, Blanche (the French contingent insisted), Chalky, Fair, Ghostly, Pearly, and Snowy." (The towers had been named from the Ancient script letters designating them on the transporters and the age-old tradition of "doesn't that squiggle sort of look like a F, if you turn your head a bit?" but no need to confuse the newbies even more just yet.)
The pier was a couple of miles long, surprisingly pristine for something so exposed to the elements, and the green ocean gorgeous as it broke against its side, spraying some more picturesque foam on the edge. The sky was immense. He came to a stop by the doors to let the Preventers admire the view.
"Ah, and here is our military leader, Colonel Sheppard." The man was jogging to them now, smiling pleasantly as he left behind a bunch of scientists fiddling with Lorne wasn't sure what.
He could see which of the Preventers had come from the military, and which from the police or straight from the civilian masses, by the way three-quarters of the men immediately snapped into a slightly strange salute.
"At ease. Welcome to Atlantis. Enjoying yourselves so far?" Sheppard accepted exclamations like the men were complimenting his kid, or perhaps his wife. He gestured at them to come out onto the pier. "My apologies for not being there to greet you in person. Emergencies..."
A little shrug, as if to say 'you guys know how it is, there's always something they absolutely need the leader on a base like this'. Preventer Storm nodded his complete understanding and forgiveness; Lorne gave his commanding officer a vaguely cynical look. By the missing aircraft on the suspiciously empty pier and the way the scientists surveyed the sky he could figure out what Sheppard was really doing there.
"The aircraft doing well, then?" he asked pointedly.
"Well, it hasn't crashed yet," retorted Sheppard, looking disturbingly cheerful, as he led his little pack scientist-ward. "It's actually something you people might be familiar with; the technology was refined here on Atlantis but the original concept and frame came from your Earth. I have to say, it's gorgeous."
His eyes were sparkling, which Lorne took to mean it was gorgeous, and also hilarious, but then again Sheppard had found it absurdly hilarious pretty much from the start. The Preventers were straightening up proudly, feeling an elan of proud patriotism.
"It's coming back for a landing, if you want to stay and watch?"
"Of course," assured Preventer Blizzard with a firm nod, and he and his troop turned to a man as Sheppard went, "Ah, I think I see it, over that spire."