A Little Needed Muscle

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2022 @ 10:22pm by Lieutenant Colonel Jonathon Raynor

Mission: Jumping Right In
Location: Mess Hall - SGC
1280 words - 2.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Shep had stowed his gear. His room was sparse of any real life, colour or in fact anything at all. It had a bed, desk, little heater in there with a mirror just in case he wanted to make himself look pretty for a change. He generally didn't, scruff and ready was what he'd always been.

He had a meeting with the leader of the lead group, SG1, the team spearheading their endeavour to other worlds. After 2008 he had imagined Governments would have been cooking something up, but a large spinning donut was not something even close to that. Just made him want donuts.

2008, he had been in Iraq when aliens arrived. They must have saw the large military presence and decided to try and wipe them out. He was part of a multinational base, Fort Isaac, that was tasked with pushing the enemy back (just like everyone else) and teaching the locals how to fight as well as try and give them a better way of life.

Jaffa stormed them, obliterated through their walls and they fought tooth and nail to push them back. Oliver was likened to a Berserker by some of the more Nordic members there as he swept through with axe in his left and another blunt instrument in his right.

Now fast forward 13 years to 2022 and he's in Antarctica looking for a new CO, Lt. Colonel John Raynor to possibly let him join his team.

Mess Hall. Everyone likes to eat and as luck would find it that's where he was after their briefing that he was late to. He walked up next to Raynor, who was filling a tray. "I'd say nice spread but... I think my old school canteen served livelier looking food." he said as he tapped a rock hard bread roll off his own tray.

This made the colonel smirk and looked over at the man. "Another brit on the base. Hopefully they can get with the program and make us a nice English breakfast. Love that stuff."

"Sure enough." Oliver said throwing the roll down. "Can't beat a good piece of bacon and eggs. Oliver Shepherd." he said extending a hand.

"I couldn't agree more..." John smirked as he nodded to it. He looked over and it hit him as to who this was. Unlike most other commands and having people come and make a meeting at the CO's officer for a formal meeting with him, he didn't mind meeting his team mate for the first time... in line... for food. This man was one of the candidates to join his team. "Sheppard, right? When did you arrive on base?"

"That's me Chief." He said as they moved up the line a little. "Only this morning. I tell you flying to an icy wasteland definitely works up an appetite. C-130's are uncomfortable, no hostess, no snacks." he sucked air through his teeth. "Retirement definitely had better drinks."

"Yeah..." the colonel shrugged as he finished up and came to the deserts. His eyes lit up as he came to the pies. He opened the glass and grabbed two slices. "... You didn't hear it from me, and I will never admit to it, but I'm heading down to meet up with SG3 team to butter up to them. They will probably be the first out of us all that will put together a still somewhere."

"Lips are sealed." Shep said as he pretended to seal his lips with a lock. They moved up and sat down at a table together setting their trays down. "So, how'd you end up here? Request, or someone decided you'd be good here?"

"Well.." John started off as he rearranged his tray. He seemed to idolize the pie as he peeled off the plastic covering it and cut a large bite. The bite was overwhelmingly amazing as he ate it and smiled. "Love pie," he spoke as he beamed with excitement. After he swallowed the sweet treat. "... Sorry... To answer your question, I have been part of the set up of this program for the past four years. While I wasn't here, I flew the cargo ships and shuttles. How about yourself? How did you end up here?"

"Ah!" Oliver said holding up his hand and taking a bit of his own food. "Don't apologize for enjoying food. One of the simple things we take for granted." he said enjoying his own before hearing him ask about him. "Fuck knows." he said simply taking a swig of his drink. "I was sitting in the pub, US Army Colonel comes in and drags my arse out of official retirement into some mad fucking dash across the stars through a metal donut. I mean how can anyone turn that down?" he asked rhetorically. "Give me a ray gun and call me Captain Kirk."

"Ha..." the colonel smirked as he chowed down on his pie. As he swallowed his food, he continued. "Well our earth based starships are not fully operational, Captain, so you will need to wait a bit while we use wormholes to find your next alien girlfriend. we do have ray guns though. Shoot out electrical beams that stun, then kill, then vaporize people."

Oliver smiled. He'd heard through the intelligence community about the building of starships. He had not seen them with his own eyes, a few reports here, whispers there. "A girl on every planet? Sounds like a lot of work." he said scratching the back of his head. "But I'll fly the Earth flag for us eh? Although I'm interested in these ray guns. If anything that'll get me outta the sorry excuse for a bed I've got."

"I didn't take ya for to go the sailor route. Who would have thought that the new phrase would be instead of a different girl in every port... it would be a different girl on every planet," John joked as he took another bite. Once he was done, he looked at the sergeant. "Makes ya wander if there are pink or blue skinned chicks out there. Be kind of weird. But hey, who are we to judge?"

"Oh people judge me as soon as I open my mouth. I tend to say what I feel when I feel like it. Really fucks people up." he laughed. "But I'm not here to hold hands... blue, pink, fuck even gold. That's why I left the service, marines, SAS then intelligence... people have a habit of just getting their knickers in a twist because they get offended some colourful language." Oliver laughed. "And I'm not even the worst, should hear my old mate Hughie..."

"Oh then I guess we will work out quite well. Speak your mind as long as you do as I say... unless I'm wrong. I think we will do alright. Just don't expect to walk through that gate before I do. Been working on this damned project for several years now. Sue me... I am pulling rank here."

"From what I hear boss if you want to walk through the watery middle of a metal donut first you have my support." Oliver said holding his hands up. "If I hear screaming, flying body parts then I know I've made the right call and stayed a Sergeant."

This caused John to chuckle before nodding and slapped the man on the shoulder. "Hey, I think we are going to work out just fine. Let me see wht I can do. Just get in processed and spun up. If I can't get you on my team, I'll make sure you get on one of them. We will need bad asses like yourself."

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