Ingrid Berg stared out of the viewport, pondering what to do. Though others on the ship had been busy with a mission in the nearby star system, she had not had any specific tasks. Which really meant that the military hadn't been in real trouble, because everyone knows that when the military are in trouble, they turn to the scientists to pull them out of it. It is inevitable. Even since boarding the ship, she had spent her time working on a project of her own, the development of a nanite-based system for treating fractures. Unfortunately, she had not made much progress. Writing the code from the bottom for such a complex technology would take months, if not years, and the code made available from replicator tech was just too advanced again. She had read all she could about the encounters other SG personnel had had with replicator nanites. While that could easily repair any body, there were so many other elements to replicator tech that were risky. No matter how many safety protocols and failsafes she could insert into the code, the military would never trust it outside an emergency.

The sight of the stars outside was quite breathtaking. Ingrid tried to look for recognizable constellations, only to remember that there were none. This far from Earth, all the constellations were different. Even after several days on the ship, she could hardly believe she was actually in space. She had read a lot about the sort of technology used to generate artificial gravity, so she was not at all surprised that walking about felt perfectly normal. A few years ago, she had thought such tech belonged in science fiction, but she had had no idea at the time that the tech was not only in existence, but available on earth! Or available to Earth, that is. Not much point in generating artificial gravity on Earth.

She had heard, during the few times she had left the labs, that there were a few aliens on board, but she had not quite mustered the courage to go talk to any of them. Not that they had been available during her breaks anyways. Ingrid had mostly chosen to eat in one of the labs.

One of the lab assistants, a particularly excitable woman, was already beginning to look over the data on the planetary facility as it was uploaded to the Langfords lab systems. “Ingrid come and look at this!” She said gleefully. “Isn’t it amazing? We’re looking at data gathered by humans before we had even figured out fire! Oh I wish I could’ve met one!” The woman was silent for a minute just gazing at the streams of data in ancient before eventually starting to speak again. “I wonder how far the locals got with this? Probably not much but the… What was it again? Gould? That lived here before might’ve found something… They are supposed to be really intelligent aren’t they? I wonder if the one onboard would know? Maybe we should ask it. Her. Oh I do so want to meet an alien, even if its not an ancient. Don’t you?” She looked directly at Ingrid then, obviously expecting an answer, or perhaps permission.

Ingrid looked up when the assistant spoke, distracted from her thoughts. “All i’ve read is that the Goa’uld were scavengers. That they rarely managed to invent anything that was truly their own. While meeting aliens might be interesting, I don’t know how safe it’d be. I’d rather stick mostly to humans myself. I haven’t seen any of the ones on board so far, so can’t say whether they know anything.” The girl’s expression rapidly changed to one of disappointment and she quickly turned away back to the screen, ignoring Ingrid.

Out of curiosity, Ingrid looked over the current projects, just to see what the others were working on. There were some working on the data from the planet, but only on initial analysis. It had barely been parceled up so far. In time, Ingrid knew that they would be able to figure out who should take what part of that. Some of the engineers were working on that recon fighter project, and that bioweapons specialist was working on some sort of virus. Even with her knowledge of biotechnology, the finer details of the science of virology were mostly gibberish to her. It was clear to Ingrid from what she had read from earlier project reports by this “Ylva Falk” that there was some goal in mind for them all, but she could not see what that goal was.

On one hand, knowing more about it would be useful, but on the other, Ingrid wasn’t sure she wanted to know more about weaponized diseases. To be frank, the idea of using Earth diseases against other human populations without natural resistances scared her a bit. Satisfied with the overlook over the various projects, Ingrid decided to leave the labs for a while and attempt to socialize with some others by eating in the mess hall rather than her lab. Not that she had much idea of how to do that socializing bit. 

~| Meanwhile, in the Biohazard lab |~

Ylva smiled to herself. It had taken a full day of work, but she was reasonably sure she had finally stripped the entire payload from the chosen retrovirus. If used right, she thought it could perhaps even improve human physiology. Not much, but enough to make a difference. She finished up programming the assembly sequence for the raw virus, intending to put some on ice for future uses and for return to Earth. The Tau’ri high command might want to have it for their own uses, whatever they might be. If they ever got a chance to contact them again, she knew Vanja would also want to get a sample to the Tok’ra High council.

After her host set the production sequence in motion, Vanja felt just how tired her host was. Exhausted really. Even with her aid, Ylva could not remain awake forever. Not that Ylva would ever admit to being tired. Rather than argue over something Vanja would win in any case, she chose to simply assume control and march their body straight towards their quarters.