[b][right]EXODUS // CORUSCANT // GM[/right][/b] The parties from both the [i]Prometheus[/i] and [i]Enterprise[/i] were seated in separate conference rooms, receiving a basic 'debrief' by Republic forces. The simple background check, who they were, why they were here. All the while they waited for the shuttle from the [i]Vengeful Spirit[/i] to arrive. Which took its time. CT-35691 seriously believed for a moment that the shuttle wouldn't fit in the bay, until it folded up its wings and eased itself in [i]very[/i] carefully. With very little of it protruding out of the hangar. He supposed they should have used the main ventral hangar for it to dock, however the Admiral had ordered the side hangars be used as it put the [i]Exodus[/i] in a less vulnerable position. He offered a salute at the singular man as he descended. Allowing him to speak first. "All corridors have already been secured, for our own safety as well as your own. The other, delegates-" There wasn't really a better word for the motley assortment of individuals aboard "-have all been allowed arms so I believe my Admiral will consent to your request." [hr] [b][right]PROMETHEUS AWAY TEAM // EXODUS // CORUSCANT[/right][/b] Since beaming aboard General O'Neill, Teal'c, Daniel, and Sam herself had been drilled relentlessly. She was a bit tired of it, but she had already been in a grumpy mood by the inclusion of the General. When was he going to realize that SG-1 was now her team? And Mitchell was a fine officer who deserved to be here instead of back aboard the Prometheus keeping watch. Still, that wasn't her place to speak up against him. He was in command. Teal'c cast her a look and she ignored it. He was always too perceptive. They all turned as the door opened, revealing one of the [i]clones[/i] that inhabited the ship. She was used to seeing identical beings, with the Asgard, however, seeing identical humans walking around was weirdly unsettling. "All parties are present Sirs-" Sam waited for the inevitable [i]and ma'am[/i], but it never came. "-If you would follow me." "About time." Groaned the General. "What, did they walk here?" "We have no idea what their technology is like Jack." retorted Daniel. "They were pretty far out Sir. Depending on the preparations they had to undergo, and any transport aboard a ship of their size. I would say the time was justified." "Meanwhile the Replicators just keep... replicating." "I didn't say it was ideal, sir." She winced as she said it. It came across as a little harsh. Any response was missed as the door to the conference room was opened just as some individuals in very bright uniforms were escorted in from the other side. Their clone attachée introduced them as the Crew of the Enterprise. Meanwhile, the clone escorting SG-1 introduced them as the crew of the [i]Prometheus[/i]. The General moved over to the individuals in the Red, Blue, and Yellow shirts. Aiming for the bald man in the middle. The middle was a good safe bet, especially when he looked like the oldest there. O'Neill offered his hand to shake. "General Jack O'Neill, commander of the USAF vessel Prometheus. A pleasure to meet you, and might I just say those are some [i]mightily[/i] colorful uniforms you've got there." [hr] [b][right]PELICAN 479er // MANDALORE[/right][/b] Carolina looked around her as she walked out the back of the Pelican. Flanked by the Dakotas, Washington, and York. They all eyed their surroundings warily. Carolina had already noted several guards out of plain sight. Turning to face the rest of the team, speaking in a hushed tone. "North, focus attention on the higher levels. Several snipers at your 3 and 9. South, lower 2 and 10." Turning back as a guard approached, hand held out. "You will need to wait here. Another unidentified ship is approaching, the Duchess will see you both simultaneously." Carolina nodded, turning to wait for the [i]other[/i] uninvited guests.