[right][b]AR-1 PUDDLE JUMPER // TRANSITORY MISTS[/b][/right]

Sheppard hadn't been thrilled about the idea of using a Puddle Jumper, but he supposed Caldwell was really serious about the whole 'full disclosure thing'. There wasn't anyone in the jumper, just him and Caldwell. McKay had told them that he was doing something important with the information that 'Wampa Squad' had recovered from their trip to the Imperial shipyards. He sighed, his hands on the control yokes as the Jumper glided effortlessly through the void between ships and into the waiting maw of the [i]Resurgence[/i]. Once it was low to the deck he guided it through the ray shields into the pressurised space. Standing up he opened the rear hatch, gun in hand looking around the room. He could already see all the other vessels from the different ships among the fleet. He had become quite accustomed to seeing them, looking out of place in the hanger. The Jumper had to be one of the strangest though, if only due to the fact that it didn't match the design aesthetics of the rest of the Daedalus or the F-302s. Sheppard smiled as he walked following his clone escorts, leaving the door open. Nobody here could fly it anyway, without their timelines matching up there wouldn't be anyone here with the ATA gene. Surely. He hoped.

That's when his earpiece buzzed and he clicked it. "Sheppard, you there?"

The grating voice off Rodney came through his earpiece just as he waved at Ronon and Teyla who were walking towards them. "Yeah, we're here." He looked at Caldwell who tapped his own earpiece to tune in, being on the same team they had set up for the same frequency for effective communication. 

"You need to find Erthos. I've got more information"