[b]Lawson[/b]

Lawson ran his hand over the console. "Well, that wasn't overly exciting." Damage reports were already running over his screen most of them inconsequential, minor scarring and electrical fires. Nothing that a full on battle would have done. "You know Captain, I may be too good at my job. It could be hard finding a challenge for you over in Ida you know." He stood up from his station and sighed. "Sorry Captain, I'm just too good. Though what I will do is go and get you reports on the fights and set about doing the repairs." He began walking out of the bridge when one of the techs shouted. "We've got a contact!"

Before the General could do anything, or anyone could do anything two hyperspace windows opened. The [i]Sol[/i] and the [i]Langford[/i] both dropping out of hyperspace. While the Generals old ship was smaller the [i]Sol[/i] was far, far bigger. Lawson regretted not working on the ship that would be the flagship of the entire Earth fleet. The transmission came through at was relayed onto the bridge. "Well Catherine. We came as soon as we could though I see that was a bit unnecessary." The voice of General O'Neill was easily recognizable as it came through the speakers.

"I'm kind of disappointed actually, I've not had the chance to put this ship through her paces. Though while we're here, I have brought you your crew and supplies. I know the original plan was to return to drydock but so long as there aren't any problems after seeing the ship in action the IOA and just about everyone else is wanting a 307. You ready to go? Or do I need to tell them to hold off?"