[u]Kay[/u]

Kay nodded when Miller gave her thumbs up, a sign he was ready as was her team. In several moments, the familiar white light engulfed them and they were instantly transported from the ship to the planet. Bright light, a queasy sensation, and in moments the surroundings revealed their location. A warehouse. Shadows and odd shapes, likely packaging, stood out in the darkness like stalking predators. Everything was silent aside from the breathing of her team, likely alert and tensed from the new surroundings change. 

This wasn’t the first time she had beamed down, but the eerie feeling of being so close to their goal and enemy territory was an unnerving feeling for Kay. Her middle still flipped and flopped after the experience. To ease it, she let out in a heavy mist which helped only a margin. Once her eyes adjusted to the abrupt change in scene, she immediately sought her other teammates in the gloom. 

Lt. Kay’s eyes did a number count, four total members to take their destination. 

[i]This was going to be interesting. [/i] Kay thought with slight bitterness, unsure of her team’s strengths or weaknesses, her confidence unsteady at best. 

She took a moment to absorb her current team and thought back to their files- at least those who she could gain before the sent off. The French man, Tristan J. Morneau, was a sharp featured man with bright blue eyes, blonde mid length hair tied up in a short ponytail in the back. Explosive and Support type specialist for the field team. His uniform shoulder, like hers, bore his nationality’s flag alongside the SG insignia declaring them both of the Langford making him French. Then she lingered over the Jaffa female, a first for Kay, who was about her own size and for most too thin to be considered a combative threat. However Kay knew better when it came to Jaffe, her mind flickered to Rea’c for a moment and how his strength had easily crippled a private to need his leg relocated. Blond, dark eyes and predatory features were what came to Kay’s mental description. 

Her attempt to study Miller was jarred when the man spoke. “All clear this way Sir.” 

It ripped her back into the moment snappishly, her head nodded in understanding. Her voice was hushed and cautious, if not strong in her deliverance. “As far as we know, the Alliance doesn’t know we’ve made it planet side or are heading to secure the gate facility. Keep an eye on each other; I don’t want anyone dropping off or being taken out without notice. Keep your weapons ready but [u]do not [/u] fire unless fired upon or give an order. Now let’s move out. “ 

Quietly as a shadow, Kay took lead when her team was ready, her hand gestured quietly for Miller to cover the flanks and follow. Her body was locked in tension like a cat prowling unfamiliar territory as she led her team towards the facility’s direction. She ignored the bitter chill filling up her body, stealing her warmth, in each step across the concrete floor made a muffled echo. Her knuckles tightened about her main gun when she came to a door. Her eyes shifted to Miller, a silent request to watch her back, and her hand reached out, twisted the handle open and pushed. The door revealed the outside. 

 Snow drifted down in lazy paths all around, gathering in banks of white about large trees. Their bark plastered with white, snowy stripes and gnarly limps reached upward towards the sky. Kay’s eyes lifted a moment to spot the faint blaze of a bomb hit, the fire fight in the sky far too high for any of the team to see, before she snapped her head back down and moved her foot. Her boot sank into the crisp, freshly falling snow a few inches then met solid ground. Walkable but difficult and slowing, Kay inwardly sighed while she edged farther out. Her head whipped from side to side just to spot any signs of life among the trees. Her hand motioned for the others to follow her and together they would make their way towards their destination and possibly secure the gate.