[u]Kayle[/u]

Rea’c’s lessons on his mediation had ended sooner than Kayle had expected. Now she currently sat up in her quarters, her body once more laid out over the made bed and earphones played in her ears to calm her nerves. Like before, her nose was stuck in material over her passion. Her eyes settled over the Ancient writings that flickered across her screen, slightly amused that the languages she was best at had connected to ancient cultures back on Earth. This was a faint attempt not to dwell upon the mediation secession’s short comings. However her perfectionist decided it was far more fun to nitpick upon her performance then leave it alone or focus upon her studying one of the languages she was actually good at. It was the fourth time she had looked over the material that day alone so it was easy to become distracted from it. 

Kayle sighed and plopped her reading at her side, her mind drifted back to the scene and the point of how she failed. Her leg curled upright again her front when she let her mind think back. The most notable, at the least the one that bothered her most, flaw was her ability to stay quiet. It wasn’t a surprise taking in account her religion and fact silent mediation seemed akin to idol worshiping when one tried to ascend to that level through spiritual power. Her stubbornness started to drive on her mood while she degraded herself. [i]She couldn’t simply stay quiet could she?[/i] 

Kay found herself scolding her lacking until it caused her to groan, head thumped backwards against the wall to stop it. It wasn’t going to help her now. Slowly her mind drifted to another topic. This time it was about how many more differences there was then similarities in both cultures, his and hers, when she looked closely at the beliefs systems. Unless she eliminated the key elements like worship source, method of worship, and other aspects, there was one key thing all religions shared: believing in something higher then themselves. God, Gods, the universe, destiny, science, ascension, afterlife, wealth and more, there was always something higher for someone in believe then themselves alone. Or else everyone would’ve been rather content in living out their lives until it ended. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when from the corner of her eyes spotted the flashing screen. The second Lt. removed her headphones and picked up the small melody of her PDA, her finger slid across the screen to view the message. She quickly sat upright while she read the IOA’s massage. After finishing it, her eyebrow rose in question and once more retraced the wording until she couldn’t help but smirk. It said nothing about knives or handgun, just no explosives. One could never be too careful when running in the field after all. 

Without wasting much time, she pressed her legs together and swung them over the bed side. The PDA was clicked off then left on her bed while she made her way to the ready room’s location becoming one of the earlier arrivals. 

The first thing she did was head towards her locker. Clicking the handle and opened it easily, she pulled out her uniform and began to suit up in the black outfit for the strike team which included pants, shirt and jacket finished off with a combat vest over top. Next was the radio as she slipped in the ear piece in before she reached to ensure the wrist watch was secure. It won’t do if she lost track of time when it came to meeting up during splitting up. Another few small items were a pair of sunglasses clipped around her neck alongside her dog tags, pad and pen placed into her side in a pouch. She wanted to create a crude map about the area in case things went wrong and an escape route was needed fast. Part of her was hopeful she was just hauling extra crap instead, something she could’ve lived with, then depending on it. Next came her standard mm9 Berretta and an additional two magazines. She popped open the current one within the gun and counted the bullets, then checked the chamber as she slammed the mag back in. Then she holstered and snapped it in place upon her right hip near the belt pouches with the other two. She liked having them close so it was easier to get to. Last of the fire arms was the Zat, her eyes looked over it warily in her mental debate. 

Unlike the gun, her aim seemed off slightly every time she fired it. On a still target it didn’t matter much as even when it clipped, the pulse rushed throughout the whole too fast. However with a moving target, even a slight aim off by a few inches could result in a hit or miss. It was a hard decision but finally, Kay sighed and placed it on the other side of her hip where she could easily get to it. At least now came her favorite part, strapping on her knives. The woman reached roughly for a small, wrapped up bundle which contained about sixteen or more knives of various sizes and unfolded it upon the bench behind her. She separated three throwing knives, a normal combat one, and lastly one that could easily fit into the palm of her hand, attached to a thin cord she create a makeshift loop with. 

Anyone who was arriving then would likely see where she had them hidden, though likely that wasn’t all of them. Three throwing knives were placed in clear view towards the back of her belt while a standard combat knife fitted just before the Zat on the other side. Immediately she hiked up her pant leg to slip one into the nook of her boot then hid it under the pant leg. The last one was about to be place within her hair, squarely at the base of her ponytail where the band held it tightly, until she suddenly stopped. For a moment her eyes widened in surprise then her lips broke up into a smirk, her hand pulled away from the hiding spot for another. She mused for a moment about the reason and rolled up her jacket sleeve, the right one, where she placed her last knife within her hand’s reach. Finally done with her preparation, Kay stiffened to attention when she heard footsteps followed by Captain Black’s voice. 

It was made clear the mission wasn’t an order and shortly stepped aside, Kay’s attention distracted when Coronel Blaze shouted to those still readying themselves. Her head snapped towards the direction as she inwardly smirked, knowing fully well she was already finished and ready to leave. Though she wisely kept her words to herself, Williams saw little point in it. His words reprimanded the Coronel Blaze for his choice in words and easily chewed him out with corrections about the mission. Her sight shifted from the scene to notice Cody smiling from his position upon the wall, her mouth about to open only to close shut when Williams turned his attention upon her and Rea’c. Kay listened to her mission objective intently. It was simple, her mind recounted the dos and don’ts over again that seemed rather common sense. She only hoped nothing unexpected happened in the meanwhile. 

The notion of being stranded on a hostile planet wasn’t a pleasant one to her. Kay pulled from her thoughts when she realized Rea’c had moved to get ready, allowing her to finally reply to the Captain. She watched Williams leave the Captain, unable to hear what was said and not wanted to eavesdrop, and began. “About your comment on this being strictly a volunteer mission, Ma’am, I’ve only have this answer: One of the reasons I was excited about the Stargate program was because of my passion. Off the recorder, I’m going not out of duty or to unite the worlds, but because of my own selfish desire and curiosity. If danger just happens to be part of getting there, it can’t be avoided, can it?” 
When she finished her sentence, Rea’c was already on his way back and stood waiting with his staff weapon at the ready. Once the others were ready, she was ready to head out.