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 on: Today at 01:26:08 AM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Cipherhornet18


"Yeah, but, what can I say? I tend to get pulled all over the place with this job." Cam said with a chuckle as they made their way to the courtyard.

"Actually, there's two reasons why I'm here, but once Teal'c and Bra'tac are here, I'll get to that. It's good news, I promise." Cam added in regards to their purpose. Once there, he greeted the Jaffa with a wave and a smile.

"A good day to you, as well. Colonel Cameron Mitchell. This is Vala Mal Doran, and Chief Petty Officer Cooper Morgan. I'll admit, it's not often I meet someone that comes more recommended than the new pizza place near my house. But we can get to that after Bra'tac and Teal'c get here." Cam kept his polite smile, he really didn't want to get his butt kicked by the Jaffa today.

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 on: Today at 01:17:58 AM 
Started by Kendrall - Last post by Cipherhornet18
VADM Ian McRaven

Coming up from the control room, McRaven set his cap and briefcase on the table. He wasn't quite ready to take over someone else's office while the seat was still warm from how recently it was vacated.

"I'm afraid that if you were expecting to meet with Air Vice Marshal Fraser, that's no longer the case. Seems the IOA shook the tree a little harder than usual this time and reshuffled things to the envy of a Vegas card dealer." McRaven said with a bemused grin on his face as he took a seat, "Vice Admiral Ian McRaven, formerly of US SOCOM, now I'm going to be temporarily running things around here. At ease, take a seat. I'm..."

McRaven was about to continue when he found that several files and a small case was set before him by an Airman at the behest of Walter, as if the Chief had predicted what the Admiral needed next. He flipped them open and scanned through the contents of the files.

"...at a disadvantage, but not nearly as much of one as I think I am. Right, so, the three of you are being transferred from the Saggitta, but it seems I've only got muster orders for three of you to the Coral Sea? I thought she was deco...oh. That's not at all confusing. Right, so Colonel Aguyao, Major McCaffry, and Captain Jackson, you're reassigned to the Coral Sea. But while I don't have a deployment order for you, Colonel Radovic, I do seem to have something else for you." McRaven said, clearing his throat.

"By order of the President of the United States, Lieutenant Colonel Lillian Radovic is hereby promoted to the rank of Colonel, United States Air Force, effective on this date. So then these would be more currently appropriate for you." McRaven handed over the small box that contained the silver eagle insignia of a full Colonel."Congratulations, Colonel." McRaven said.

"However, it does seem that the brass in DC do want to see you regarding events that recently transpired. Is there anything that I need to be made aware of at this time, or is it something I'll hear about at a later date?" McRaven finally concluded.

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 on: Today at 01:01:53 AM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Cipherhornet18


Jack was about to reply when Landry started talking to someone in the background...of course Jack still knew the voice of one of his oldest comrades, Lou Ferretti.

"Hank? Haaaank? Helloooo..." Jack said, waiting for a response, and continued once he got it.

"Why are you asking me to drag Ferretti out of retirement to run the site that I hope the Orkin guy visited when he's obviously sitting in your office and you're already offering him the job?" Jack asked, shaking his head. "Actually, let's speed this up, put me on speaker."

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 on: Today at 01:01:17 AM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Cipherhornet18


*PHONE*

"Hank? Haaaank? Helloooo..."

*pause for allowing Landry to respond*

"Why are you asking me to drag Ferretti out of retirement to run the site that I hope the Orkin guy visited when he's obviously sitting in your office and you're already offering him the job? Actually, let's speed this up, put me on speaker."

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 on: Today at 12:54:35 AM 
Started by Cipherhornet18 - Last post by Cipherhornet18

Played By: Cipherhornet

[BASIC STATS:]

Full Name: Ian Benjamin McRaven

Birthday: July 11, 1955

Nationality: American

Rank, Title or Position: Vice Admiral (USN), Acting Commander, SGC (Original post, Commander, US SOCOM)

ATA Gene: Negative, No Therapy Attempted

Height: 6' 1"

Weight: 195 lbs.

Build: In Shape, but Aging

Related Skills:

After graduating from the University of Texas at San Antonio in 1977, enrolled in the NROTC program, McRaven volunteered for SEAL service and graduated the following year. He has since been in the SEALs ever since, and has risen to every level of command all the way to what was to be his next posting, command over all of the US Military's special opertions forces. This has left him with a wide range of knowledge and skills from the lowest levels all the way up to national command authority level decisions, which made him an ideal (if unusual) candidate for acting as commander of Stargate Command. Though he no longer deploys into the field, as a point of personal pride, McRaven does keep up with his weapon handling skills. He holds a bachelor's degree in journalism, as well as a master's degree in the Naval Postgraduate School's Special Warfare/Low Intensity Conflict program.

Unrelated Skills: McRaven prefers to enjoy a quieter lifestyle when at home, spending time with his wife. He also does conduct speeches, typically within the Special Operations community but has delivered a few outside of work, particularly at the University of Texas in San Antonio. Additionally, he has published several papers on Special Operations theories, and has been at work as of late on a book studying the evolution of naval special warfare tactics in the 20th and 21st centuries.

Credentials: His career spans 34 years, and he is the second longest serving SEAL to date. As stated, he has risen from a platoon commander all the way to command of America's elite warfighters. This means that he not only has the trust of the Navy, but also of the other four branches and the President of the United States.

[DETAILED STATS]

Appearance: McRaven keeps his graying brown hair closely cut, and remains clean shaven at all times. As a high ranking SEAL, he maintains his appearance to the highest standards to set the example and as a mark of his personal responsibility. However, unless required, he will often eschew wearing his service uniform in favor of fatigues. Off duty, he will be more casual in his wear but no less maintained.

Personality: To McRaven, the smallest things add up to the biggest. It is why he starts every day making his bed, as in his mind, that first commitment to accomplishing a task that he sets for himself. In doing so, he feels this opens the door for more accomplishments, and reinforces that if one does not control the little things in their life, they have little hope of tackling the larger ones. He was forced out of SEAL Team Six in the mid-80s because he disagreed with the culture of recklessness, lack of discipline and butting heads with the team's famous founder, Commander Richard Marcinko. This reflects that while he accepts that the world of Special Operations warfare is always changing and has variables that can never be accounted for, there should always be a degree of professionalism maintained by those in the field. In a way, this is an attitude once reflected by the late General George Hammond, and one of the reasons McRaven was selected for the role he is in now. He gives trust on the expectation that it is not a one-sided exchange and has no room for those who can't be bothered to follow the rules. That is not to say he is not understanding if a situation warrants taking risks, but breaking rules just for the sake of it tends to be one thing that will make him angry.

Hobbies: Outside of his studies and writing his book, he enjoys light activities with his wife, his age having slowed him a bit down from where he once was. He has been also known to enjoy a bit of fishing.

Interests: Ian is dedicated to his career, and as such, studies every aspect of Special Operations warfare that he can. He also enjoys reading history books, but is a bit of a sucker for Western cowboy films.

Personal History: McRaven was born in South Carolina, his father having flown in World War II and then played briefly for the NFL. He attended college originally on a swimming scholarship, but enrolled in the NROTC program that led him to being commissioned in the Navy as an Ensign and to enrolling in BUD/S. He was first assigned to SEAL Team Four, and was among the SEALs selected to deploy to Grenada in 1983, but ultimately that fell to Team Six. Six years later, he was deployed to Panama during Operation Just Cause, as part of the team to destroy Manuel Noriega's personal aircraft. By 1991, he had risen up through the ranks and was a task unit commander in Operation Desert Storm, and continued his rise. This has included command of SEAL Team One and roles within US CENTCOM, JSOC, Naval Special Warfare Group 1, and Special Operations Command Europe.

By the start of 2011, he was in position to be appointed by request of the President to commander of US SOCOM, but the Senate withheld his promotion to Admiral for the time being but accepted him for the role. He endorsed SOCOM's growth in manpower and facilities, as well as improving their technological edge. His service record and experience earned him the notice of the IOA, who had to quickly fill the role of who would lead Stargate Command, and in a move so rapid it took a lot of people off guard, McRaven included, he was appointed commander of Stargate Command.

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 on: February 16, 2018, 07:39:09 PM 
Started by Staff-Team - Last post by DanielRyder


The gate opened brilliantly as Kára walked through carrying the coms device. Exhaling a small gasp, she balanced the device on one arm and pulled down her hood with her other arm. Quickly, she placed her arm over the device and hugged it against her chest to steady it. Pulling down her hood revealed several of her features including a nose ring, a sidecut blonde hair with a singular braid tucked inside her coat and a tattoo across the right of her skull. It went down inside her heavy coat which was growing warm for her because of Atlantis's ac.

Looking around, she kept her mouth closed and looked around in awe of the gateroom. She was almost mesmerized by the place.

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 on: February 16, 2018, 07:19:16 PM 
Started by Ellen_Ripley - Last post by DanielRyder


Kára bowed her head and replied, "Thank you, commander. I won't fail you."

Turning to the portal, she walked forward carrying the device and disappeared through as the portal shut down. Her final destination was Atlantis.

To Atlantis Gateroom

@Mim

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 on: February 16, 2018, 07:03:04 PM 
Started by Altzek - Last post by Altzek
Preoccupation, worry, fear, had filled his mind, and those around him could tell. Quick, frantic steps, the noise of his sandals had filled the large and wide hallways of the palace, followed by those of his comrades who either shared his feeling or merely attempted to keep the pace.
Now, in the throne room, two figures sat in the middle, one wearing leather and another red silk. Apparently the queen was back from her trip.

"My Lord, my Queen..." he hailed them as he walked to the throne. A short bow followed.
One of the figures turned towards him, followed by the other. Euclus, the leather-wearing man hailed him first. "Good evening, soldier".
"My Lord, my Queen" he bowed again to Mefitis.
"At ease, soldier. Take some breathe and tell us the matter. Are you already back from the expedition?". Mefitis turned towards Euclus for a moment, then her glance returned to the soldier. He must've kept himself busy.
The soldier took a few moments to catch his breath, then his mouth opened again. "Indeed, my Lord, and I return with grave news. The world that you chose to claim in the name of our good queen is inhabited and owned by another god".
Mefitis was now really listening. It was good to know others of her kind survived.
"And who is the god of this world, my warrior?" she inquired.
"He answers to the name of Mamers, my good queen. He appears to know you, and he demands our... your subjugation to him".
Silence fell on the hall like a hammer.
She remembered Mamers, one of Laran's lieutenents in his war against her, back on the First World. She could even swear that she respected him, unlike Laran's other underlings, though she never understood why. Admittedly, she put relatively little thought in it. A youth's crush?
"Do gods even experience these things? They're born ancient, after all" she thought.
But this didn't matter. What mattered was that this Goa'uld, this survivor, now demanded her subjugation. And she had nowhere to go, this time. She could have called in the others, but in the best case she would have been in debt with them, and in the worse they could have replaced her with him.
Meanwhile, Euclus broke the silence. "What happened to the fighters that we sent through the ring?".
"What about them?". The man had no idea, Euclus could see it.
Not liking the situation, Euclus drew a deep sigh, but eventually he pushed on. "What can you tell me about this world? What did you manage to see so far?".
"We passed through a mighty city, the likes of which this world never saw. Their society appeared to be militarized and, if more cities like those exist, they are likely a power to behold. Perhaps with manufacturing abilities far surpassing our own".
"Did this Mamers have a queen?"
"Does it matter?" the man scoffed. Of all questions, this appeared to be the most frivolous of all.
Euclus became visibly outraged, disrespected as he was in front of his mother. Raising his hand, he prepared to instill the worst of all pains with his ribbon device but, before the beam could be emitted, the man began to speak. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry my Lord. Yes, he does have a consort, apparently. She answers to the name of Herentas".
Lowering his hand, Euclus smiled at the soldier. "You have done a good work. We may need to do something about the fighters, but I am satisfied with your information. You are dismissed".
Bowing, the man left with his comrades.
"And soldier?" Euclus said as they went out. The commander turned. Was this a promotion? "I am the one asking the questions" he said as he waved his kara'kesh.
Bowing again and understanding the meaning, the men left the room.

Mefitis just stood there, processing everything she heard, then she went to rest in her sarcophagus. It was late, she would discuss this with Euclus later.



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 on: February 16, 2018, 06:10:31 PM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Bowsy 112
Colonel Louis Ferretti (Retired)

It was an odd feeling. One of being unsure. It was rare Ferretti was unsure. Sure he changed his mind. On the First mission he hated Doctor Jackson, and then when the good Doctor returned to Earth Feretti was rather fond of the man. But in the middle there was never any unsure feelings about him. Which made this odd, looking at the paper he was unsure of if he wanted to say yes. He was sure though that had he been asked this at home, he would have said yes with out a second thought. But he had been so sure about leaving the SGC and living the simple retired life that he felt he would miss it if he said yes to this.

"I dont know General... I'd have to think about it. I left the SGC for a reason. I may be bouncing off the walls with retirement, but..." He trailed off as he thought, chewing the inside of his lip. "Who's in command of the SGC now?" He asked. He wanted to know who he would be working for. "Who's still there from the old days?" Of course the old days were long gone. But any team leaders that had been there before 2006 he would know. That was the deciding factor for him. Would he be going in to something full of young men and women who he had never met. He knew SG-1 wasnt the same. But last he checked Jackson and Teal'c were still on the team. He had never met Mitchell. Or maybe some of the old SG-3 marines. What about other team leaders. Did they still have a Russian team, or a British Team. Did they still have the same people he knew. He wanted to say yes but these things gave him pause as he reached out and took a mug of coffee and sipped it, not really focusing on the taste of contents. He was still thinking to much to care. He had left the SGC because all his friends were gone, and he was to old to make new friends, but maybe he could rekindle some old friendships that had never had the chance to grow thanks to conflicting mission schedules.

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 on: February 16, 2018, 05:24:56 PM 
Started by Mim - Last post by Mim


 Hank pushed a paper across the table after pinging his intercom for coffee to be brought in. "Read and smile Lou, this is an official request signed by General Gallagher for you to come out of the woods and be reinstated with full privileges to your rank, added with the reason you're here. How would you like to command the Gamma site, it has the potential to be upgraded to staff rank in the very near future." A big hint and he wasn't lying, the plans they had for the base were going to take some needed activities out of the now overcrowded Alpha site.

 A young woman in a power suit came in, placing a tray down with freshly brewed coffee, two mugs, sugar and mint chocolate cookies on a plate. "Thank you Alice, on your way back could you see that Mr Lee is made comfortable, I'll see him shortly."

 "Yes sir, I'll do that immediately." What many in the IOA didn't know, was that half of Hank's staff were still withing the Air Force, here for one reason, to keep a lid on the civilians and their machinations for control.

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