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Date: January 18, 2002
Title: In Search Of The Bar
Author: Travis De Winter

"The civvies will just have to deal with the nicknames. I happen to like Spider... As for my looks, you are just going to have to deal with it without the bag. And, no offense, but damn I thought Quasimodo was ugly... He ain't got nothing on you." He chuckled at the Aussie.

"Very cute" Travis said with a grin.

Spider grabbed the map off the desk and held it up, "Know the one thing missing on here? A bar! But I bet there is one around, wanna go see if we can find it?"

At the mention of a bar, Travis seemed to mysteriously forget about wanting to go to the hangar.

’I can always go tomorrow,’ he thought. ‘It's more important to get to know your roommate first.’ And they were two of the more nicer excuses.

"Sounds like a plan to me, but weren't you suppose to meet up with a couple of friends first" Travis said, remembering that Spider said he would catch up with the others later....

Travis De Winter
Combat/Flight

Date: January 18, 2002
Title: A Light Jog
Author: Michelle Rhial

Michelle glanced at her watch. Twenty minutes... 3 3/4 miles, not too shabby. A little slow, but she hadn't run in a week, so it was to be expected. Continuing at her sprinting pace, Michelle began to slowly run through the events of the past few years. Seemingly, everything that could go wrong, did. First, her parents had died, then her fiancé. Life just wasn't fair, not at all, but that's how it went, often times. Michelle recalled when she had thought living in a tent was a life changing event and remembered how she thought it couldn't get any worse than it was. But, even though she was living in a tent, her parents were LIVING and that was all that mattered.

Michelle broke out into her fastest sprint just as she reached five miles. The Stargate Academy was a turning point in her life, a way for her to escape Earth, while helping it out at the same time. The wind screamed in Michelle's ears as she continued to run, keeping one pace at the whole time. It seemed to command her to slow down, but she was unwilling to do so, and instead concentrated on her breathing so she wouldn't get those horrible side pains that happened occasionally. Faster and faster, she ran, feeling her heart beat quicker along with her pace. The world flew by as she ran off all her aggressions, and ignored her legs finally beginning to complain. They were crying out for a break, for blood, but she continued relentlessly. Nothing in the world seemed to matter but running.

Her run ended just at 56 minutes, two minutes over her best time, and she slowed to a jog. Slowing her heart too fast was too dangerous, so she had to maintain a jog for ten minutes, gradually getting slower until she was walking, then she could head for the training area. Michelle ran her schedule through her mind over and over. She was determined not to get lost, or foul up as much as she had at the SGC. That had been way beyond embarrassing. Michelle switched her thoughts over to her new roommate, Adena. She had seen her briefly at the gathering that had been held, but hadn't had a chance to introduce herself. There was always time to do it later,
she figured, especially after this workout. Michelle finally slowed to a walking pace just as she entered the general vicinity of the training center. It was time to do some serious lifting before hitting the showers, and then getting some food. Running ten miles really wiped her out, especially when it came to food, and she just HAD to replenish her savings. Michelle cleared her head and walked energetically into the training center. The sooner this was over
the better... and the sooner she could eat.

Michelle Rhial
Combat
GA-1

Date: January 18, 2002
Title: A Second Start
Author: Ellie Parker

Ellie had tried to brush off her roommate's comment about `grown-ups' by keeping a smile on her face. She jumped off the bed to begin putting her things away when Devon's voice broke through the silence of the room.

"Hey," Devon said in a softened tone. "I don't do first impressions very well, do I?"

"That's okay," Ellie said with a smile growing across her face.

Devon smile then said, "I guess there'll be plenty of time tonight for me to look over that stuff," pointing to the pile of papers on her bed. She then shrugged slightly and looked towards the door. "You said you haven't been shown around, right?" Ellie shook her head no. "Well, I'm probably not the best tour guide, seeing as I got lost
on my way back from the orientation, but I'm not opposed to taking another look around the place. Maybe between the two of us we can figure this maze out."

Ellie nodded her head in agreement. "Sounds good to me. Maybe after our impromptu tour we can grab a bit to eat. I didn't realize how gate travel could make you hungry." The girl said as she grabbed the map and headed out the door followed by Devon.

Ellie Parker
IT/Combat
GA-2

Date: January 18, 2002
Title: Settling In
Author: Aaron Danik

At ease Danik." Lori said. "You've come to the right place. All of the information you'll need has been posted on the information screen both in your dorms and on the main board outside the Admin office. Classes begin on Monday. There will also be a weekly team briefing as part of your schedule. If you need anything before
classes are in session, I'll be in my office until 4 today and all day tomorrow."

Aaron decided the best place for him would be his dorm room. After opening the door to the bland, quite boring room, he decided to make the best of it. He threw his bags on the bed, and got out his CD player, and put some
relaxing music on. After the strains of Billie Holliday started permeating his body, he began to put things away, putting some of his books onto the shelves, and storing some of his civilian clothes into the closet. After all was done, he sank to his bed with a book he had been working on, an exploration of the theory that Hippocrates, from Greece, was not the first medical practitioner to teach others the art, and put those methods in writing, but instead it was Imhotep, in Ancient Egypt.

After pondering these possibilities, Aaron couldn't stop from wondering... Would he be a pioneer on some other planet? Some other planet.. This too was wondrous. This was his first night he had ever been off Earth.
He absent-mindedly closed his book, and set it on the bedside table. What was he in store for? Right in the middle of his reverie, he thought he heard a sound outside the door.

Aaron Danik
Medical
GA-1

Date: January 19, 2002
Title: Caught Unawares
Author: Deacon Brezhnev

Deacon had never been good at hide and seek. Unless it involved barricading his room and staying in there with a supply of food and the like for a few days. He held his breath as O'Malley passed him and closed his eyes, knowing that he was going to get caught first.

But that didn't happen when he thought it would. The Canadian passed him and the Russian let out a sigh of relief. He knew he was really bad at this game. A few minutes later, a resounding thump echoed through the warehouse and was soon replaced by the tropical jungle sounds that had started. Frowning in curiosity, he slowly rose to his feet and remained hunched over as he went to follow the glimpse of someone he had caught sight of. It wasn't O'Malley or one of the others, the clothing was wrong.

Was someone else in here?

As quietly as he could, Brezhnev crept along the side of the warehouse to the back. It sure was big. That's when he saw someone...an older man (maybe an instructor?) coming down a set of stairs just beyond a fence that sectioned off the engagement area. There was a door at the top of the stairs, probably leading to a control room. The set up was quite amazing. The man slipped out the back door, not noticing Deacon hiding in the brush.

That's when something caught his attention. His head darted quickly to the side to see what it was. That was his first mistake. Making a move to duck was another one. Seconds later, he found himself tackled to the ground with
O'Malley grinning down at him. Another man - older than them all, but not the guy he'd seen earlier - came up beside them. "Gotcha, pal," O'Malley said. "Thanks for the help, Sergeant."

The 'Sergeant' smirked. "Looks like you're out of the game, kid," he said to Brezhnev, who pushed O'Malley off him and started to dust himself off with a disappointed frown. "Come on, there's more to catch." O'Malley jumped to his feet and darted off into the brush again.

Deacon sat, head drooped for a few moments, before pushing himself to his feet and heading back to the entrance. Maybe he'd just go back to the dorm. The other guys were having fun, but he had some stuff to unpack.

Deacon Brezhnev
Psychology/Diplomacy
GA-2

"You wouldn't believe the things that you can make from the common simple items lying around your planet... Which reminds me, you're going to need a new microwave." [Orlin]

Date: January 19, 2002
Title: I Thought I Quit This Teaching Gig
Author: Lt Commander Kaitlin O’Connell

"Okay, so the Goa'uld are the bad guys and the Tok'ra are the good guys, right?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And I've just gotta step through the Stargate and I'll be there?"

"Yes ma'am."

She paused for a moment, nodded and shrugged. "Alrighty, when do I leave?"

The Lieutenant looked at the woman strangely. "You're not going to ask if this is a joke or anything about how it works?"

"Uh...no...should I?"

"No ma'am, it's just that most people don't exactly take this so easily."

"It's a big ring that's gonna take me to the other side of the galaxy, right?"

"Ahh...that's right."

"So what else is there to know?" She looked a picture of a zat'n'ktel and held it up, pointing to it. "Can I get one of these?"

***

Lieutenant Commander Kaitlin O'Connell, Royal Australian Navy, finished her briefing, grabbed her gear and headed through the Stargate towards Stargate Academy - her new posting. And boy, did she feel sick on the other side. The ride wasn't as bad as it could be (so she was told) because they'd worked out how to ease the trip somewhat. But hell, that was some ride just as it was!

"Commander O'Connell?" A distinctly American voice called her name. She took a deep breath and let it out, shaking her head to clear it.

"Yeah?" Her accent was a combination of some really. It wasn't quite Australian, but it wasn't exactly British either. Then there was all the different bits and pieces she'd picked up (including a lot of new words in her vocabulary) in her travels.

"Paul Ratherty, welcoming committee," he offered a sympathetic grin and a hand to shake. Kaitlin laughed, despite how she felt, and shook his hand.

"Quite a ride you've got there," she gestured to the Stargate (now deactivated) and ruffled her mousy blonde hair.

"It serves its' purpose," Ratherty smiled. "Welcome to P2T-457. First time off-world?"

She grinned sheepishly. "I lost you after 'P'. Sorry about that." Grabbing her bags, she followed him as he gestured in a direction. The place was huge and very, very impressive.

"You'll get used it. This is your first time off-world?" he repeated his question."

Kaitlin blinked, trying to gather her thoughts, then nodded. "Sorry, yeah, first time. Not a bad place to end up, though...why didn't they turn this place into a holiday resort instead? They would've made millions!"

"Well, I tried to convince them..." Paul chuckled. "Come on, I'll show you around."

***

After Paul had shown her the basics of the campus, he'd dropped her off at her quarters. It wasn't a bad sized room. The instructors here appeared to be very well taken care of. Hell, it was just better than sleeping on a makeshift cot in the middle of nowhere. Great view, great accommodation...she had to think hard to make sure this *wasn't* really a holiday resort!

So this was where she was going to teach. Again. Shaking her head, she ran a hand through her hair. O'Connell had been pretty sure that she was done with the teaching gig back in Australia. 'Ah well,' she thought absently. 'Apparently not.' Not only was she teaching, but she was teaching straight out, basic command. There was definitely going to be a need for some Stargate field experience to make herself better equipped to teach after the basics had been done. Rubbing her hazel eyes, she dropped back against the bed and let out a breath. This was certainly going to be interesting.

Lieutenant Commander Kaitlin O'Connell
Command Instructor, Royal Australian Navy
Stargate Academy

"Having Tammy analyse you would be like slapping the blueprints to the F-18 in front of a first-year aerospace student and saying 'here, fix it.'" --Tiz, about a certain GM's mental health

Date: January 19, 2002
Title: End Game
Author: Jefferson O’Malley

After he'd tackled the Sergeant, the man had growled at him a few times and 'recruited' the Canadian to help him capture the ret of the students. As O'Malley's only other option was to see himself hauled in front of Jamieson, he'd reluctantly agreed, but his hope was still to turn that tables on the newcomer... until Deacon's untimely arrival. From there the game had slowly fallen apart.

First Andrew had been discovered and then ensued a long *long* search for Adena. He finally found her hidden inside some netting and O'Malley turned to face the officer who'd recently joined them.

"Y'know this was all my idea," Jefferson stated, avoiding looking at Andrew but glancing at Adena slightly as she went to speak. "Any fallout from this doesn't have to go any further than me," he added. Hell, he'd more or less dragged the others into this anyway.

The officer looked at him for a moment and dismissed the other two students, before taking Jefferson by his arm and heading back into the jungle. The man - a Lieutenant Colonel Eden - then went on to give him one of the longest lectures he'd had in a while and the Canadian tried his best to listen, but he kinda drifted a little around the bit where he learnt how 'damned stupid it was to sneak into academy training grounds unsupervised...'. But it'd still been fun and he worked hard to keep the smile well clear of his face.

"Go on," Eden said eventually. "Hike it back to the main building. What was your name again?"

Controlling the exasperated sigh that threatened to escape as yet another instructor was about to make a note of him... and not for any particularly good reason. "Jefferson O'Malley," he answered.

Eden looked at him appraisingly for a second or five before asking, "Don't suppose you're here to study flight?"

"Ahh... no... linguistics, although the old goat who's my Professor probably wouldn't mind if I swapped course right now," he told the other man with a wry grin. "I guess I got off on the wrong footing with him."

"Bit of a habit, is it?" Eden asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jefferson laughed softly. "Yeah... so it would seem," he admitted. Eden dismissed him then and he left the warehouse, heading back to the main block, deep in thought. He'd only been on the plant a matter of... he glanced at his watch to check the time... hell, only 3 hours and he'd already managed to incur the wrath of two tutors. "Oh, you're doing sooo well, you dumb-ass Canuck," he muttered to himself as he headed for his room.

He stopped in the doorway as he watched the guy inside unpack some of his kit and he folded his arms to lean sideways against the frame. "Well, this is going to be interesting," he commented with a grin.

The figure looked up and raised a hand to push at his hair in a action that was looking increasing like a habit to O'Malley. "This is your room?" he asked, his accent tingeing his words.

"No, pal," he replied, walking over to clap his arm around Deacon Brezhnev's shoulder. "This is *our* room and *boy* are we gonna cause a storm!"

Jefferson O'Malley
Linguist
GA-2

Date: January 20, 2002
Title: Game Over
Author: Adena Castile

Adena laid in the netting for at least an hour. She didn't move and didn't say anything. If she understood the rules correctly, this game was pretty dumb. No end time, no food breaks, no nothing until the "it" person found the not "it" people. Yeah, she didn't think she was going to play this game again.

After awhile, and mostly in silence, the group found her. Adena blinked at them in confusion, since it wasn't supposed to be the whole group that looked for her. Although that made better sense to her, that the "it" person could recruit whoever they managed to capture. But it seemed that they had been caught by a ranking officer, playing their game somewhere they should not have been.

Adena would have confessed her part in all of the mess, but O'Malley had flashed her a look and took all the blame. She didn't think it was right, but when the Sergeant dismissed them, one of the other students grabbed her arm and pulled her out of there. Afterwards, they split off to do their own things.

Adena didn't really have her own thing to do, except maybe go back to her room and unpack. It wouldn't take long, but it was something to do anyway. Adena headed back to her room, only to find another person already there. She glanced questioningly at the young woman, and finally turned to address her.

"Hello. I am living here too. I am Adena Castile."

Adena Castile
Linguist/Asgard Specialist
GA-1

Date: January 20, 2002
Title: Meet And Greet
Author: Michelle Rhial

Michelle completed her work out, then headed for her dorm room. She was famished and the ten mile run hadn't helped in the matters regarding her stomach. People had always been astonished at how much Michelle could consume, but never gain a pound, sometimes they were even jealous, but then Michelle pointed to the fact that she did run ten miles a day, which brought somewhat of an understanding between them. Upon entering the dormitory, she realized again how great the surroundings actually were. They were definitely more upper class than she had ever lived before in her life, and she was sure to take advantage of it.

As Michelle headed over to her dorm room she pondered on what it would be like to share a room with Adena. Their life experiences had been so different, that it would most certainly be interesting comparing them. It was almost breathless to think that she would be sharing her room with a person that was not born on her planet, but it quickly subsided. Michelle's thoughts on how to torture GA-2 returned to her head as she drew closer to her dorm room. Somewhere down the hallway, the sound of laughter resonated through the walls, like a church bell does through the country. Ignoring it, Michelle entered her dorm room and quickly prepared to take a shower.

Just before she was about ready, someone entered into the room. Not paying attention at first, Michelle continued to hum a song as she dug in her bag for her tank top. It was somewhere in the bottom, at least she thought. Finally, her efforts were rewarded, and Michelle turned around to face her new room mate, Adena Castile. Quickly, Michelle threw a smile in Adena's direction, then quickly placed all of her things in a pile. She didn't want to seem overly friendly, though, the therapist HAD said that she needed at least one friend in the world. Something to do with all the tragedies she had faced in life and that she needed to be supported by someone... and she was, by herself.

Michelle ran over the brief picture she had accumulated of Adena in her mind before she had so abruptly turned around. What struck her the most was the awesome shade of lavender, radiating from Adena as light does from the star. Michelle's dark brown hair thrust itself in front of her eyes, as though reminding herself that brown was a nice color, especially since she was getting an idea. She had always wondered what other colors would look like in her hair, though it could prove inconvenient in the field. Michelle shook her head and almost laughed at herself as she turned around, more slowly this time. Adena was still in the same position that Michelle had left her, obviously observing Michelle's actions. Quickly, Michelle prayed that she would royally screw up this girl before stepping
slightly towards her and smiling again.

"Hello. I am living here too. I am Adena Castile."

Captain Michelle Nolina Rhial
Combat
GA-1
Stargate Academy

Date: January 20, 2002
Title: How Do You Do
Author: Andrew Milborne

After the game of hide-n-seek fell apart, Dreu took a hold of Adena’s arm and guided her back to the main building to the academy. He then decided to head back to his room and start getting settled in a little more. Dreu was standing outside his room as he dropped the map that he had picked up at the orientation then hit his head on the door, making a loud clatter.

He then stood at the door to his room, noticing that there was music coming from inside. He grabbed the knob and twisted it so he could enter. He saw a brown haired guy putting some books on the shelves in the room turn and look at him.

“Hello. Guess you’re my roommate. The name’s Andrew Milborne but you can call me Dreu if you would like,” Dreu said, offering the other man his hand.

Andrew 'Dreu' Milborne
Astrophysics
GA-1

Date: January 21, 2002
Title: Roomies
Author: Adena Castile

Michelle nodded her head knowingly. "I'm Michelle Rhial, it's a pleasure to meet you. I understand you're on my team... or at least that's what the file says." Michelle paused to pick up her stuff. "If you don't mind, I really need to take a shower, but if you'd like, we could go to the mess hall and discuss how we're going to cause havoc within the halls of the dorm?" Michelle smiled mischievously and waited for Adena's reply.

Adena stood there shocked at her new roommate. "Havoc?" she echoed as the other girl was leaving for a shower. Perhaps it was another game, she thought distractedly. Rhial had also mentioned teams and a file. Seeing papers on her sleeping area, Adena immediately sat down and tried to catch up.

It was harder than she expected. Words mingled together with apparent abbreviations. She had no idea what all this was, but from the pictures she had met everyone who was in her little group already, except Michelle really...and if she waited a little longer she would get to know her. Adena looked over the files again, comparing them with her own. It was becoming clearer to her, though the language was tougher in written form than verbal. She really had her work cut out for her.

It was about a half hour later when her stomach rumbled for the first time. She had given up on the files and unpacked her meagre belongings. It had made her homesick. Laying back on the bunk, Adena thought of pink skies and the hills of home. These people were frightening and amazing at the same time. Such a mixture of life and barbarianism. And they came in so many colors that her eyes didn't know who to look at first. A thought crossed her mind that she should ask if staring was an insult...somewhere she must have been told that. But no one had told her to stop yet. Certainly, her own roommate hadn't minded the prolonged staring that Adena had done.

It was then that Adena rolled over to watch the door. A (characteristic) wave of rebellion swept through her. If Michelle didn't get back soon, Adena was going to leave without her.

Adena Castile
Modgul
Asgard Specialist
Linguist/Diplomat
GA-1

Date: January 21, 2002
Title: Out To Supper
Author: Michelle Rhial

Michelle quickly changed into a comfortable outfit after her relaxing shower. She hadn't meant to keep Adena waiting for so long, but man, did that shower feel good. Her body was still screaming at her for the ten mile abuse she had just put it through. Silently, she promised herself to never go through a week of not running again. Her body eased a little on the promise, but none-the-less continued the painful process of torturing Michelle.

Adena had moved since Michelle had left the room. Now she was reading over files, looking a bit confused while doing it, and resting. Michelle quickly threw her stuff into her bag and walked over to Adena. "Are you ready to get some grub, 'cause I'm starving!" Michelle said as she gave Adena a smile.

Adena placed the file she had been reading next to her. "Grub?"

Michelle smiled again. She had forgotten that Adena probably wouldn't be associated with a lot of Earth's slang, but give it a month, and she'd be speaking it better than any Italian she knew. "Grub, another word for food. Anyhow, let's go get some food and we can discuss anything you want. The topic is of your choice tonight, but, eventually, we will have to get around to the topic of creating utter chaos within the realms of this dorm. It would be way too boring otherwise." Adena nodded again, pondering something. Quickly, Michelle turned around and motioned for Adena to follow her out of the door and to the mess hall. Together they walked, in silence, eventually meeting up with a few other students. Upon arrival, they quickly grabbed some food and sat down. Michelle quickly took a couple of bites before indicating for Adena to bring up a topic for discussion.

Captain Michelle Rhial
Combat
GA-1

Date: January 22, 2002
Title: New Friends
Author: Aaron Danik

”Hello. Guess you’re my roommate. The name’s Andrew Milborne, but you can call me Dreu if you would like,” Dreu said, offering the other man his hand.

Aaron turned to see his new roomie, a rather happy looking man. The smile on his face seemed to be genuine, almost radiating good nature. He shook Dreu's hand. "Aaron. Aaron Danik. Thought I was going to be all alone here, thank God I was wrong." He moved and turned down the music. "Hope you don't mind the tunes. Helps me to relax. New place and all. New planet as a matter of fact." He sat in one of desk chairs.

Aaron Danik
Medic
GA-1