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Just as she turned off her Tablet there was a knock at the door. Paige knew it could only be one thing, or at least she hoped it could. Rousing from her bed she threw on one of her loose Nirvana shirts and opened the door to see an Airman waiting expectantly. He informed her that it was time for her to finally make the journey over to the Catherine Langford. Not a moment too soon, she thought.
As she readied herself for the trip through the gate she could only imagine what lie ahead. Walter’s countdown only made the event all the more dramatic. The rush of air from the gate opening once again was exhilarating. She couldn’t help but stand in awe of it’s brilliance until one of the Airman carrying her largest of suitcases nudged her slightly. Seeing his expression she knew he wanted to be somewhere else instead of dragging her monstrous luggage up the ramp. She followed in line and almost jumped in anticipation through the gate.
The gate room was simple, to one side there was a large round slab of what looked like steel several feet thick which appeared to be on some kind of hinge, indicating that it moved around and inserted itself in the gate itself. Obviously the gate plug design that would stop an incoming wormhole from forming. The room was as big as the SGCs gate room, the gate itself was an Atlantis type which to someone new to the programme would raise questions in itself about the difference, the gate wasn’t ramped and built into the floor. At either sides of the room just past the end of the plug there were slits, the ends of guns could just barely be seen pointing out of them. As the incoming travellers were identified as friendly military personnel moved out to help with the suitcases and various pieces of tech that had to be moved out of the room and to their respective locations.
An man, who appeared to be in his mid to late forties, something he didn’t really like when he was only forty two, in a lab coat walked forward ignoring everyone else but the young lab tech who was apparently going to be his responsibility. For all that he had to do he totally had enough time to keep an eye on a lab tech or computer technician or whatever she was. He admired her willingness but it was still an inconvenience. He moved up to her and offered his hand “Dr.Harper? I’m Dr.Phil Lawson, you can call me Phil or Lawson whatever takes yur fancy. I’m meant to be yur instructor so to speak, I’m tae make sure you fit in enough wi’ the ship an’ with the program. There isn’t any time for you to settle in. You need tae gear up-” He indicated to the fatigues he was wearing underneath his lab coat “-We’re gan down to the planet soon. They need me and as your supposed tae be my assistant I want you tae come wi’ me. Any problems? No? Good. Come with me we’ll get you ready.” He began walking down the corridor, she still hadn’t said anything. Likely stunned into silence. “So, can ye talk? I know its impressive an’a but I’d at least expect some reaction.”
Paige had seemingly stepped from one side if the Stargate to another but was now in a completely different place. She almost fell over as she exited the gate and was immediately greeted by an old Scotsman in a lab coat, who addressed himself as Dr.Phil Lawson. He barely gave her enough time to react before he was ready to whisk her away to some other place to get ‘geared up’ which she assumed meant donning a uniform like his own. The amount of new things to see were overwhelming and for a short while she was speechless.
Dr. Lawson beckoned her to come along and she followed quite readily. She was eager to see the rest of the ship, of course, but duty called and she wouldn’t dare shy away now. She walked briskly behind him towards what she assumed would be an armory or supply room of sorts. It took a minute for her to realize what he had said. “Oh, right. I’m Dr. Linda Paige Harper, apparently at your service. Can I just say that this the coolest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen? I mean we’re in space! On a spaceship! In Space! Oh wait, you said we’re going down to a planet?”
“Well there is something tae be said about enthusiasm I suppose…” He knew what it must be like for her. He himself had been ecstatic the first time he had went to space. Despite the fact that he had already been working for the programme before hand. The best sight hoiwever had to be watching Atlantis cruise through space, it made all the effort the Ancients put into its aesthetic design worth it unlike their battlecruiser which were built for function, jesus he even digressed when he was thinking to himself. He sighed as he entered the elevator and hit the “up” button rather than the down button where they had to go. He had something to show her first. “By the way, I’d keep that tone doon when yur talking to the IOA rep, he is a bit official an’ all that. Also, aye we’re gan doon to the planet. There is an ancient facility and we need tae download data from it.” The elevator dinged as they reached the top, he took them straight ahead and took a door to the right. Opening them up to what would have been the bridge had the bridge not been built inside the vessel. The observation deck.
Out beyond the rest of the ship could be seen, as well as the planet and the Ha’tak could even be seen in the distance. One of the planets moons could be seen as well in the picture. He turned back to her awestruck face. “Welcome aboard the Langford Doctor Harper.” He left her to the view.
Of all the things she could have seen in her lifetime this was right at the top of the list. Not exactly how she had imagined it but splendorous all the same. Seeing the vastness of space made the entire experience feel more real. There was one thing that stuck out more than the rest however. “Is that… an Alien Spaceship!?” Her eyes were wide open at the site of it. She had been given a vague explanation about alien species but here was an alien space craft hanging out in the upper atmosphere just outside their own space craft. It was certainly a lot to take in. She felt as if she could look out into space until the end of time but again, duty called. “I guess there’s no rest for the wicked. I still have a million questions but if we have things to do I guess I shouldn’t really waste any time staring at space like a deer in the headlights. Onwards to victory then!” Paige started for the elevator again before realizing she had no idea where she was supposed to be going and turned back to Dr. Lawson. “Maybe you should lead the way?”
Lawson ignored his desire to shake his head. He had the distinct feeling that she and Eli Wallace would get along pretty well if she ever had to use the stones to go onto destiny however he doubted that there would be cause especially as she was aboard the Langford and not on earth. “Yur right, we have loads tae dae and naw a lot o’ time.” He moved to the elevator and once they were both in he pressed the down button to take them to the correct deck. Where he walked them to the door of the female changing room. “Just hop in, take a pair o’ clothes and throw ‘em on. Preferably the yins like mine, it is going to be pretty forested down on the planet. Once yur done we’ll sort ye out wi’ the tech you’ll need on the planet.” He stood at the door waiting for her to come back out.
As she passed through the door she turned back and gave a slight smirk. “No peeking.” Once the door closed behind her she tossed her shoes on a bench, along with her shirt and jeans. Scanning the unmarked lockers for a uniform her size she finally found one that both resembled Dr. Lawson’s and was small enough to fit her comfortably. When she emerged from the changing room she took a spin and showed off her uniform for the old man. “Looks good right? Not really my color though.” Paige cleared her throat and pretended to straighten out a tie. “Right, let’s be professional. So what kind of toys do we get to take down planetside?”
He sighed, this was really going to be tough on him to look after her. Or should he say babysit. “This isnae a party Dr.Harper. Anyway we aren’t taking toys doon, a tablet each with translation programmes wi’ some diagnostic equipment and other tools to do bits and bobs. Not a lot of fancy equipment, the fanciest stuff is gan ahead of us with the recon team.” He lead her down the hall. “We’ll get a flak vest each and our gear, oh. This too.” He reached under his lab coat and pulled out a Zat’nik’atel before handing it to her. “Be careful with it, squeeze it once stuns an opponent and the second kills. Try naw to shoot anybody that is a friend. We’ll get you some practice after the curren’ mission however the noo’ we dinnae have ony time.” He lead them both to the ready room which was now empty. He pointed to a locker. “That yin for flak vests-” He pointed to another. “-That yin for your backpack with the gear.”
“Can you really blame me for being excited? Before this I was a nerd locked away in a lab working on algorithms and software architectures that might as well have been designed by toddlers in comparison.” It seemed odd and slightly alarming that she had been given a stun gun. On the other hand, It was the coolest stun gun she had ever seen. She gave it a last look over before placing it securely in her pant’s cargo pocket. She felt a little less talkative now that they would be wearing armor, which you don’t normally put on in advance unless you expect to need it. The flak vest was simple enough to put on with the adjustable straps and the backpack seemed fairly light. Once she was ready to go she gave him a thumbs up. “Let’s get to that ancient facility and crack it open.”
“Haud yur horses. We’re still waiting for the recon team to radio back in an’ then we’ll ken what we’re gettin’ intae. We need to make sure we can get intae it firs’ rather than get doon there an’ just hae to come back.” He walked out of the room. “Come wi’ me. I’ll sure you where you’ll be spending most o’ your time.” He walked out of the room and led them down several corridors. He passed a room with a keyboard and a guard. “I’ll get ya in there later. Thats the Asgard Core. Everythin’ they left behind for us in a nicely bundled up room. Access is restricted but I can get in whenever I wan’ I’m in that many bloody projects.” He nodded at the guard and continued down the hall. He was hoping the kids attitude would grow on him, as right now it was just annoying.
They past the core lab, which again he indicated to and finally they reached his own personal lab. Smaller than the core lab however it was far more private. A couple of work stations and a holographic table in the middle for building 3d models to run simulations. Similar to the one that inhabited the centre of the CIC. Thank you asgard. “This is my playpen. We got a couple o’ workstations as well as the holographic table. I’ll have tae read you into projects I hae running as soon as we’re off mission. However just noo go ahead and power up the table. You may as well get used to the interface as you’ll be usin’ it most o’ the time. Bring up file… 211 it should be a model of the BC-304 so you can learn a’ the ins and oots o’ yur new hame.” He sat at his own computer, and began booting up the R-302 project. No, it wasn’t that anymore. The X-200 project. Yeah, he may as well start a new numerical system otherwise it would be the 306 after the British ship was built and then the transport vessel in design would end up being the 307 and it would just end up a mess.
Paige listened intently as he explained everything. Once they reached the lab her ears perked up. This would be the place she was going to work while aboard the Langford. She did as she was told and opened up file 211 and sure enough a model of the BC-304 Catherine Langford appeared. She wasted no time and started picking apart the model deck by deck. She had nearly forgotten that anyone else was in the room as she concentrated on every detail.