-Past-

Corporal Alexander Johnson had retired to his room shortly after the briefing had taken place, he figured that any extra hours of sleep he could get his hands on she be taken full advantage of since sleep was likely to become a commodity in the days, months even years to come in their deployment aboard Tempest. He seemed to be settling in quite well, that Corporal Miller seemed to be taking a shine to his optimistic attitude. At first he wasn't looking forward to his new station after having learned that the IOA he had despised throughout his deployment at Stargate Command was serving aboard the same ship, but having been here for his current time everything has turned out to be not that bad. He was yet to speak with the Tok'ra that was rumored to be aboard the ship. Alexander knew from first hand experience that the Tok'ra didn't get involved unless there was a specific objective they were trying to achieve, they tend to just leave us be.

Alarms.. Alexander woke from his sleep to the sound of Alarms blaring across the ship after he was thrown from his bunk as Tempest exited hyper space, he had felt a sudden jerking in the ship from what he could only assume was weapons fire. He quickly dismounted his bed and made his way outside into the hallway with his medical field kit, engineers were running up and down the corridors and from what he could tell a few people had taken some serious wounds to the head. Likely from being thrown into the bulkhead.. The nearest casualty was a scientist who was too dazed to really say anything as Alexander set about cleaning the wound and wrapping his head in a bandage. He sighed quietly to himself and stopped a nearby crew member, he needed answers.

"Hey! Listen to me, do you have any idea what is going on right now" he said as he grabbed the mans shoulder and brought him around to face him.

The stunned crew member put his hands up "Sir, i have absolutely no idea.. we have received no word from the bridg-"

Before the man could finish his sentence the speakers in the hallway opened up with Captain Wests voice, it was a call for Medical personal on the bridge. Alexander patted the man on the back and sent him off down the hallway to whatever it was he was in a hurry for and he still didn't have any answers. He packed his field kit up and began running the length of the ship and using an elevator to get to the next level where he waved his Identification card to the officer on deck.

"Medical Personal, i am here to treat the wounded" he said, pulling the ID card back.

The officer motioned him through "Go right ahead, i am sure they need your help and i won't hold you up".

- Present -

Johnson had restocked his Field Supplies at the Armoury, prior to checking out his assigned weapons. He was running with the standard gear that would have been issued to teams at Stargate Command. He rest his FN P90 across his lap and holstered his M1911A1 in the holster situated above the knee on his right leg. The P90 was an exceptional weapon in the field primarily due to its light weight and compact design which made it suitable for in door and outdoor uses. It may be 'Primitive' in terms to their Alien foes due to it not being energy based but it certainly outmatches their weapons in the field. Where the Staff Weapon is slow firing and cumbersome in tight spaces, the P90 with its high rate of fire and hard rounds make it more than capable of putting down enemy hostiles at reasonable distances and piercing their armour. The M1911 with its high caliber bullet could certainly be used in a hurry to keep a few Jaffa at bay if he needed to. He sat quietly as Miller started the briefing and when he finished he simply stood up and nodded towards Miller.

"Sir we are ready to move when you give the word, it will be good to these boots dirty.