[b][right]INTERUNIVERSAL LAB // RESURGENCE // TRANSITORY MISTS[/right][/b]

McKay grunted as the tablet was thrust at him by one of the Clone, Commandos? He thought that's what this specific set of armour meant. He wasn't entirely sure what armour meant what despite trying to recognise the variance in colours or designs to determine what was what. Yet the only one he could easily recognise as of yet was the difference between the Clones and everyone else. Hermiod had taken an interest in their cloning techniques, so McKay had tried to mine as much data as he possibly could. It always helped to have the Asgard owing you a favour and if they could figure out the cloning problem the Asgard would be able to help them in a myriad of conflicts throughout the Milkyway and Pegasus. It was the real reason they hadn't been as active galactically even with the fall of the Replicators. 

McKay scoffed at the clone as he held the datapad looking over the specs. These looked almost identical to those from ships in this universe, except they seemed to be more efficient. He panned in on a key component of the weapon system. That looked, no it couldn't be. That technology wasn't native to this universe. He tapped his earpiece. "Daedalus beam me to engineering right now." They had kept a limit to the beaming while in the fleet, as it had been a secret to everyone except the [i]Resurgence[/i] so far. 

He heard Marks voice return over the line. "Sir, you know the..."

"I don't care. Beam me now, this is important. Trust me Caldwell would make an exception."

[b][right]MEETING ROOM // DAEDALUS // TRANSITORY MISTS[/right][/b]

Sheppard and Caldwell sat one across from another in the briefing room. Sheppard was still wearing his 302 flight suit. Really he should have been getting changed for the meeting, this was a formal occasion after all. "So what's this all about Sheppard?"

Sheppard sighed as he leaned back. "Sir. We're going to have to fight the Empire." 

Caldwell raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Sheppard sighed leaning forward again. "It came to me while I was out there-" he indicated the outside of the ship. Flying the CAP with the vessels of the other ships. "-as much as I don't want to get involved in this fight I think we're going to have too.  Whatever dragged us here can always drag us back if we leave and I don't think it's any mistake that our ships are the ones that are here. Between us, we have a wealth of military technology and knowledge, a vast array of different skills that all complement each other and even look at the assortment of ships. It's almost as if it was designed to be made into a fleet. We need to find who pulled us here, or do what they brought us here to do-"

Caldwell held up a hand to stop him. "I know Sheppard. In fact, as off yesterday, McKay hasn't been working on a theory to get us back to our universe. He's designing a probe that uses Asgard Sensors and Subspace communications to seek out energies consistent with interuniversal travel so we can find out how we got here, and talk to whatever did this and find out why."

"Oh." Sheppard leaned back in his chair again, more relaxed. Hands-on the table, stunned into silence. A rare occurrence. "Okay good. So we're going to fight?"

Caldwell sighed. "Yes, we're going to fight."