Sergeant Chef Nathan Wolf: Arrival

Posted on Sun Nov 6th, 2022 @ 12:06am by Staff Sergeant Nathaniel Wolf & Major Amy Carter

Mission: Jumping Right In
Location: SG-3 Commander's Office
Timeline: Backpost
1673 words - 3.3 OF Standard Post Measure

McMurdo Station

Sea Ice Runway

McMurdo, Antarctica

September 2022

The USAF C-17 Globemaster III carrying Sergent Chef Nathaniel Jakob Wolf to and cargo for McMurdo Station and Stargate Command landed as gently as it could on the Sea Ice Runway, the primary airfield for McMurdo Station. Nate could already feel the cold coming through the hull of the aircraft.

“You picked a good day to arrive, Chef,” said the crew chief, using the proper title for a Sergent Chef in the French Foreign Legion. Nate was equivalent to an E-6. The crew chief was an E-7. They were close enough in rank to joke with each other on a fairly equal standing. “It’s -18F here in paradise. Better odds that we weren’t going to go through the ice. The last C-17 that crashed here, well, they rescued the crew, but didn’t bother to salvage the aircraft. They just let it sink during the spring thaw.”

“Merci, Sergent,” Nate replied with a smirk evident in his voice. “That makes me feel so much better about having to land here in this morbidly obese aircraft of yours.”

“Hey, now,” the USAF Master Sergeant replied in equal humor. “Be nice! She’s not fat. She’s curvaceous!”

They both laughed and said their goodbyes. Nate wondered if the crew chief would have been so friendly if he’d known that Nate was an American serving not his own country, but France. Nate had avoided the whole issue by pretending he was Austrian, since his first encounter with the German language was with his Austrian relatives. His last name, the one on his fatigues, was Wolf, and he tended to speak German with an Austrian accent, so this was his go to deception for these situations.

As the back door of the aircraft opened, Nate was hit with a blast of cold air. He shivered, adjusted his bags, lowered his head into the wind, and disembarked. Ground crew directed him to a vehicle that took him to McMurdo Station. Nate made his way through the security checkpoint process, went to his assigned room (apparently as the equivalent of an E-6, Nate got a smallish but comfortable room to himself) and put away his gear. As he had requested, a small firearms safe had been installed and Nate used it to put away his personally owned Manurhin M73 revolvers, then stopped by the armory to drop off his Manurhin M73 sniper pistol, the .357 Magnum ammo the government had given him for it, and all it’s spare parts, since all of that was the property of the French military. The sniper pistol had originally been the property specifically of the Gendarmerie Nationale’s GIGN counterterrorism unit. On a joint training mission with GIGN, GCP members had been given the opportunity to test one out. It was only accurate to about 100 yards, but it was fun to shoot and had its uses. Nate was able to get a few transferred to the Legion’s GCP platoon.

GCP stands for Groupment des Commandos Parachutistes or Commando Parachute Group. The GCP consists of less than 250 men out of the 8000 members of 11th Parachute Brigade, which consists of all of the airborne/parachute regiments of the entire French Military. Nineteen teams are dispersed among eight regiments and one company. Of those approximately 250 GCP operators, 2e REP has 24, broken up into 3 teams.

Technically, GCP wasn’t part of the French Special Operations Command. However, they receive all of the same training and conduct counterterrorism and counterinsurgency operations. They can do Green Ops and Black Ops. They operate both in support of 2e REP and independently of 2e REP. They can deploy alongside SpecOps units of partner forces (US, UK, Canadian, German, local forces, etc.)

Nate had spent most of his career with the GCP. Prior to that, he’d been a sniper after a short period of time in a regular 2e REP company. During his time in the Legion, Nathaniel had deployed many times to the Sahel region of Africa for counterterrorism, counterinsurgency, and counter alien missions.

Once he was settled, Nate figured out where his team leader’s office was and proceeded there. When he arrived, he knocked on the door.

Amy sat behind her desk with her eyes glued to the compute screen. She had embraced the rapid march of technology and she had made sure that the equipment she was using here was top of the line. This, however did not help her in understanding the email that was currently displayed. Maybe she was tired but she couldn't work out what was being asked of her. It was from the pay master, officially she was on loan to the USAF from the British Army but as far as she knew her pay was still from the MoD not the US DoD. She sighed, she was gonna have to ask the Colonel for help with this one. When the knock came she gladly closed the email and got to her feet.

"Sergeant" she said upon opening the door. Stepping back the Major indicated a chair before her desk. "Please, take a seat"

Nate entered and took a seat. "Sergent Chef Nathaniel Jakob Wolf," he said. "It appears I'm assigned to your SG team."

"I'm glad you could make it, how was your flight?"

"Well enough, Major," Nate said. "And, begging your pardon, ma'am, but it's 'Chef'. The proper way to address a Sergent Chef, that is. I know that sounds weird in English, but I'm used to responding to 'Chef'. In the middle of the shit, I don't think either of us want me to have to stop and think about whether you're talking to me or someone else, " Nate grinned. He meant no disrepect and hoped that was how he came across. He'd dropped the Austrian accent from the flight down. The Major had access to his service record. No use claiming he wasn't born in the US and in fact had dual US/French citizenship.

Carter nodded, "My mistake Chef" she said, it sounded strange to her but wasn't a problem. "Do you have any questions?" It'll be good to get any questions out the way with sooner rather than later.

"Have you been through the gate yet?" Nate asked. "I have to admit, when I ran off to join the Foreign Legion, I expected to travel, but not quite so far as I'm hoping I'll get the chance to here. I'm looking forward to getting some extraterrestrial dirt under my boots, Major. Maybe even meet some aliens who aren't trying to kill me and mine and take over the Earth."

Amy smiled broadly, "Not yet no, Gate operations are still a tad closed. A few teams and people have gone through but alas not be yet" she said a slightly sad look crossed her face for a moment before "I have heard only wonderful things though..." she paused "Well, I am told that gate travel does leave one a little frosty. Something to do with the physics of wormhole travel" the Major grinned "But I have no idea... yet!"

"As to meeting aliens, as i understand it most of the encounters will be with displaced Humans, Jaffa who are modified Humans and maybe the old Gou'ald who are Humans controlled by a parasite!"

"I was in Chad when les salauds, excuse me," Nathaniel said, catching himself. "English was my first language, but I've been speaking French regularly for years, to the point where I think in French. I was in Chad when the bastards hit us. I was a sniper at the time. I fought them then, and I've been fighting pockets of stay-behinds, or maybe left behinds, during tours in the Sahel region of Africa with GCP. Basically alien whackamole. We think they're somehow working with terrorist groups there. Anyway, we were ordered not to touch the bodies of dead Jaffa, to stay completely clear of them. We never new why. But I know someone who got too close. Something happened to him. I didn't see what. But he changed. He caused a lot of harm before he was taken down. I take these aren't microscopic parasites, like a swarm of them? We're talking about something larger, right?"

"Not at all" she said "The Gou'ald are about yay big" she said holding her hands about a foot apart. "They are fiercely intelligent and very aggressive, The Jaffa are more like incubators for the young. Until they are old enough to take and control a Human host." She cocked her head a moment "They normally enter the Human host through the back of the neck, they are then able to almost instantly heal that wound leaving only a very thin scare."

Nate grimaced. "Lovely," he said. "Merde, that explains a lot. Makes me kind of queasy, but doesn't scare me off. It's just another problem to work."

"Indeed" she said a little creeped out herself. Her own experiences during the invasion came bubbling to the forefront for a moment. Pushing them aside, "However, it isn't an easy process, there is great pain. It is something you would notice happening, unless in the middle of a chaotic situation." Carter had witnessed it happen twice, both had been during body clean up at the end of the attack on her FOB, and both victims had been whisked away shortly after. It was only later, when she had joined the SGC that she had discovered their fate.

"Good to know," Nate replied. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Major. Is there anything else you need from me?"

"Just get your gear stowed and make sure your equipment is stored away. The Team locker room is room 3-3A. The team consists of us, Sienna and Arldana, a Tok'Ra you'll need to meet and work them out yourself, and our medic PO2 Renfroe. We will be heading out on a mission shortly so be prepared. Beyond that your time is yours until its mine" she winked "Dismissed"