Sep

Stargate - Alliances - Into the Unknown

I just noticed this

“Chevron nine encoded.”

@mrambo90

They don't often announce it on Atlantis but Chevron nine isn't going to happen xD For ones within the galaxy it's seven, outside it's eight and Destiny is Nine.

:P

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

@DrewVonAwesome I didn't squish yo hand Drew. Just a nice little handshake.

Stargate - Alliances - Into the Unknown

You can.

@Nallore

Oh, yours are completely different. They cover a little less than what we call a BA or Bachelors Award but are meant to take less time. That's kinda cool.

That's fine them, just need @Sundered Echo so we can start posting more than flashbacks :P

Stargate - Alliances - Into the Unknown

Name: Elena Fowler

Race: Human (Tau’ri)

Age: 36

Appearance:

Title: Pilot, 1st Lieutenant

Nationality: American

Organization: Homeworld Command.

Skills:
Bachelor's Degree in Aeronautical Engineering.
Bachelor's Degree in Mathematics.
Bilingual, Knows Japanese, Spanish and Russian
Fighter Pilot

History: Elena was born into a rather small American family having only a younger brother she was raised in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, growing up Elena was always interested in airplanes as well as space. As Elena went into high school she was extremely smart and always got good grades though she was the best in math and science she also leaned Spanish which she picked up rather quickly, and eventually graduated in honors at age eighteen. She eventually chose to go to college for aeronautical engineering and mathematics, and chose to also pick up two more languages Russian and Japanese, enjoying both languages very well.

When Elena graduated college at the age of twenty-four she decided to join the United States Air Force, much to her family's dismay but they accepted it eventually. She went through the next few years of training and at the age of the age of thirty Elena was a Second Lieutenant and able to fly. Elena was then deployed to the Middle East where she saw some combat and became a very well known pilot where she caught the eye of the SGC.

Elena was assigned to the Prometheus when Anubis' fleet invaded Earth using the F-302 she joined in fending off the Goa'uld Death Gliders, managing to take down several of them Elena was shot down by one of the Death Gliders. Shortly after the battle Elena was injured and rescued a few hours later with several broken bones and several stitches. After spending several months recovering, and some rehab Elena was fit for duty again and was assigned to the Atlantis Expedition. Elena went through several off world missions and engagements with the Wraith, and eventually discovered having the ATA gene Elena eventually learned how to pilot a Puddle Jumper. Elena went on several other missions around the Pegasus Galaxy before being reassigned back to Earth.

@Nallore

I have no idea what the American Education system is like to whether or not it's possible to do two bachelor degrees in that amount of time xD

I'll find out (Just wanna double check) and get back to ya.

Stargate - Alliances - Into the Unknown

LongPost

It was only two days since general O’Neill hinted that she might actually be getting her wish, and she was already back on her way to the dock. She couldn’t help but keep a stupidly victorious smirk off of her face once she had the details of her assignment and exactly how much freedom would she be given. After constantly bashing heads with Williams on board the Langford, that was a source of great relief. There were some key personnel she would have to request from offworld, but that could wait.

O’Neill walked out the elevator as it came to a halt and the door opened, turning to Catherine. “You know, I’m tempted to relieve you off command simply because of the smirk on your face. If you don’t stop your face is going to be stuck like that forever, I don’t think anybody wants that.” He walked over to the blast door and slid his card through the reader, the door opening on front of them, to show… nothing. No ship.

“Huh, I’m sure this was where I parked.”

Black straightened her expression with a faked clearing of her throat for a few seconds before she pinned O’Neill with a curious stare. “I’ve seen your face when you were excited about something, sir. Please...” she smiled, “I get to have IOA off of my back, don’t tell me you wouldn’t like that.”

She did not find the sight in front of her amusing. Blinking a few times, her mind tried to make logic of the situation but so far was coming up empty, leaving her just standing there with an empty stare. “This is either the prank of a century, crazy dream, or the proof that you are in dire need of a vacation, sir.”

“Come on Catherine, do you really think I’d do something like that?” He nodded to an airman behind them, who handed him a bottle of champagne. “This was going to commemorate the start of your journey, but I guess that’s a bust-” He then tossed it, which took more effort than he would have liked to admit, out into the hanger. Where it then shattered the liquid going everywhere as it hit the hull of the currently invisible ship.

“Huh.”

The bottle did the trick. After a while, Catherine burst into giggles. “It’s the thought that counts, sir. Might want to save it for someone who can appreciate it next time though.” she said apologetically before patching into the local comms: “Cloak works doc.”

O’Neill moved his hands a little a she spoke, in an almost theatrical appearance. “I just really thought it would have… broken something. I’m a little disappointed actually.”

Lawson was standing in the command and control centre when the comm came through, since all the systems had been patched into the room he had taken to performing most of his tests in it. It was the most important room on the ship after all and it wouldn’t do Captain General Black any good down the line. He smiled slightly at the remark, before pressing a number of controls as the ship shimmer again as it became visible.

He hit the comm button. “You know, if it didn’t by this point I’d happily activate the self destruct.” Sounding obviously exhausted. “I would have if the champagne bottle had caused it to fail, on that note someone threw a bottle of champagne at your ship's hull ma’am. Should I power weapons?”

Chuckling at O’Neill’s comment, she shook her head. “You took my chief engineer off of my ship in the middle of things to design this thing. If it didn’t work, I’d give you both hell.” she winked.

“God, no, Phil!” she called back, “Clear the hangar first!” she grinned. “Well, sir, do you need a cab back home?” she offered.

Hearing the exchange through the radio Lawson chuckled. “If you haven’t been making my life hell to this point thats a threat I’m seriously scared off.” He just laughed at the rest off it, as he cut the comms and extended the boarding tube as he began powering up more systems waiting for Catherine to reach the bridge.

At the same time O’Neill looked really torn. “You know me, I love both maidans and voyages… however I have an absolutely thrilling meeting with the IOA to go to aboard the Langford. Right on the observation deck in Earth orbit-” He threw her a wink. “So I guess I’ll be taking the old… Chappa'aii back to Earth.” He threw her the least official looking salute he could muster. “See you on the other side General.” Before turning around and walking back out of the hanger.

Before the blastdoor could close he leaned to look underneath it. “Also no spying through windows, drink driving or speeding. Or I’ll see your license-” The door slammed cutting of the end of his sentence.

Returning the salute, she said her thanks, wishing the general good luck and strong nerves. She resisted the urge to throw the nearest fire extinguisher his way through the blast door.

Turning around, she took a deep breath of the recycled, conditioned air. “Ah, finally the smell of home.” Kat smiled for herself, heading straight to the C&C.

The ship looked a lot better than two days ago. It didn’t look just new, it was polished. Dropping her bags at the door, she greeted the doctor. “It would seem your gift of farsight remains intact.” she smiled, offering a hand.

Before stepping down from the centre podium Lawson hit several commands in the panels beside him, a different interface came up much the same as the General would be used too. He then stepped down, and shook her hand. “You know, I’ve read reports on people having that gift and I would really like it when designing a ship. Yes I designed the 547s but this…” He shuddered.

“Lets just say that designing the latest ship, full of goodies isn’t the least stressful way to spend your time. Yes I had help but-” He raised his hands. “This is very much my baby.” He pointed at Blacks chest. “That’s why I wanted you. I don’t think I’d trust anyone else with this ship. I also don’t know any other captains but that’s besides the point, I could have met some.”

He scratched the back of his head. “Anyway before I ramble anymore, you have the con.” As if on cue one of the other doors opened and personnel walked in, though there were five stations only two were taken. Lawson shrugged. “You’re on a Skeleton crew as well so go easy on them. They’re not as used to you as I am. Any questions before you launch us, preferably after opening the door.”

“Yes, yes, unfortunately I wasn’t told for sure until few hours ago. I suppose I’d still have to pick out the rest of the crew - so looking forward to that...” Catherine sighed, shuddering at the memory of the previous IOA directed selection process. “I wonder if my former XO would be available, I’m going to need to make a long distance call once we’re home.” A disturbing thought came to mind: “You’re coming with, right?”

Rubbing her hands, Catherine didn’t head for the command post. Instead, she grinned and gone to the helm’s seat. “You say the nicest things, doctor. Don’t worry, you know I take care of my own.” she said as she loaded her personal preferences into the interface. “Take my post, I bet you need more screens than I do. Done the system checklist yet?” she shouted over her shoulder.

“System checklist? You know how many times I’ve checked systems?” He walked back up to the podium and smirked. Unlocking his own interface - naturally he had a slightly more advanced one so that he could alter programming on the fly. “Also of course I’m coming with. Secrets of the Asgard? New unexplored regions? Who knows what else? They did try and ship me back to R&D but thankfully O’Neill said you’d want me.”

He swiped one of the controls up, as a group of holographic screens appeared around the C&C showing an array of different views of the ship from the hangers camera, just so he could show off some more to the General. “I think you’ll like what we’ve done with the hull. We’ve actually finished it. Seems to hold in atmosphere a lot better now.”

He pushed his finger on the bottom of a slider on one of his screens, and begin pulling it up as a low hum resonated throughout the ship. “You’re engines are online, she’s all yours helmsman.” He said that with an implied wink. It did seem like her however, do everything you expected of your subordinates at least once. Also he knew she’d never be able to resist flying the Nyx at least once.

Nodding and popping the joints on her fingers, Catherine tapped the controls. “Boarding tube retracted, docking clamps released, antigravity pod powered, inertial dampeners operational.” Kat said, more for herself than anything. She knew a voice behind her would notify her if she forgot anything. “Shipyard control, Nyx. Requesting permission for takeoff.”

After half a minute the roof indicator flipped to green, indicating the route was free. “Nyx, you have a green light. Bon voyage.” Acknowledging, Kat grabbed the controls and eased the Nyx out. Once they cleared the hangar, she pushed the throttle forward. The roar of the engines could have been felt rather than heard, something that would go away after they were out of the atmosphere.

“Shield is at 100%, did you test the weapons as well or have you saved some fun for me?” the general called back.

Lawson was bringing up screens and going over telemetry constantly. The hanger itself was designed so it could purge itself of atmosphere, shielding and modules in the hanger itself let them test most systems however the first flight was always the big moment. So even though everything worked perfectly he wanted to see how it performed. That’s when the comment was called back.

“We’ve tested them to a degree, though if you’re feeling a bit rusty the spine cannon could do with some exercise on a local asteroid belt. It’s on our way out of the system anyway-” he checked his readings. “-That is if you feel like pushing the sub-light and taking a detour.”

“Done!” Black nodded, plotting the course and slowly bringing the engines to their safe maximum. Pulling up a screen displaying the power drain, she directed power to not just the spinal gun but all of them. So far so good. “So this gun is a first, I get that it can go for ever until it hits something unlike the plasma beams, but what are we looking at in terms of effective range?”

“Well obviously the closer you are to the target the more explosive the hit will be, you also have to take your aim into account. Other than that… Well I can’t really say for sure as it’s not been tested out in space yet. Really however it’s range is however far you can aim comfortably, a tag missile from a 547 will be useful in that regard.”

His hands ran over the controls, bringing up a larger asteroid in the centre of the belt, smaller ones occasionally moving in front of it blocking it from view. “Lets see how many you can take out in one hit.” His hands ran over several more controls, of course she’d learn many of the functions herself however they were technically on the clock. “Deploying main gun now.”

Elsewhere in the ship a hatch opened as the end of the barrel deployed sticking out from the main hull of the ship. Lawson pulled up a screen of a camera facing it. “We decided to keep several of the external cameras on the hull. I’m glad we did, it lets us see sweet moments like that. The gun itself is in the spine of the ship, gives us a nice long barrel to speed up the projectile. The reason it’s hatched is so that anyone looking at the ship doesn’t just go Oh shit, it’s got a big gun. It’s a little more subtle this way.”

“Good thinking. It’s one more thing that could break, but sure beats getting preemptively shot at.” Kat nodded, “Watch the power grid, I’ll see how much it can take. Going into military thrust.” she notified, pushing the lever to the setting.

The dampeners struggled for a little while to deal with the vibrations, but the acceleration was every bit as good as Lawson advertised. Coupled with the fact that there were six smaller engines instead of two large ones and they were better armored, she had to once again admire the design.

“Target locked. What sort of ordnance do we carry?” she inquired, wondering if she could lob a nuke at someone at a reasonable fraction of light speed if the need arose. No one would be able to detect that in time. Still she selected the kinetic projectile if only to save money. “Targeting solution calculated, let’s see what this thing can do.”

She pushed the button. The ship shuddered and she felt it slightly decelerating as the reaction to the shot pushed the ship back. The muzzle velocity was added to the speed of the ship. She slowed the Nyx down and put up the target view on her own screen. “Clocking the shot at .65 C. Still it will be a minute until it arrives. that’s going to be one hell of a bang though at that velocity, right?”

“If you mean impact, then yes.” He brought up the best screen he could as the asteroids were torn to shreds, the projectile actually kept going after vaporizing the first as it had been designed for much heavier targets. “She should be able to take down a Ha’tak in just as many, maybe less hits than an Asgard beam weapon. If you’re talking about an actual sound or heat signature we’ve managed too…”

He took a moment to think of the best way to phrase it. “We’ve managed to effectively put a silencer on it. Someone with as advanced scanners as us will be able to work their way passed them it no doubt but anyone with say Goa’uld level technology or lower will have a hard time detecting the shot until their sensors identify it as a threat.”

He shrugged. “In terms of armament that’s pretty much it. We’ve thrown ideas about throwing a nuke in the barrel but in the end we can’t make the warhead effective enough. Either we make the casing strong enough to withstand the extreme acceleration within the railgun and then the radioactive material is so minimal it’s barely worth it or we risk the chance of a nuclear explosion in a spinal gun. I didn’t think you’d like the idea of your own weapon ripping your ship in two. By any means we’re working on new designs based upon energy which are turning up some interesting results. Though that’s still not quite ready.”

“Works for me- Whoa.” Catherine said as she gazed on the bright flash as the shot impacted. The resulting release of energy was a lot smaller than it could have since the asteroid broke apart, but the blast still took out everything in a decent radius.

“You say you have something stronger in the works? Hard to imagine.” she whistled, powering the unnecessary systems down. “If the engines are holding up, let’s get to it then. I’d like to see if we can approach Earth undetected.” she suggested, remembering what the good general mentioned about her old ship.

“We’re trying to get something stronger in the works. Though you know me, I’m kind of fed up of weapons. I’m more about the hard science, I’ll make weapons if I need to but right now-” he just shrugged. Which he saw as pointless as she was facing away from him. He brought up the hyperdrive controls, the co-ordinates for Earth were already pre-programmed into the computer and he selected them. “Initiating Hyperdrive, we’re not that far away so at max speed it should only take half an hour.”

He rubbed his eyes, as he stood down from the podium. “Just so you know there is a brief pause between exiting hyperspace and powering the cloak. While we managed to make this time lower than it is for Goa’uld cloaks it’s still there. That said we shouldn’t be noticed unless Earth is actively scanning for us, and I don’t see why they would. They’ll just be waiting for us to turn up.”

“No rush, you know best I appreciate the cloak the most. It would have prevented a lot of trouble back in the day.” she said, shaking the memory off. “I figured out as much, if the hyperspace window wouldn’t tell them. That’s why I’m dropping us out behind the Moon.” Kat said with amusement.

With a bit of time to kill, she got up from the helm’s station to go and look over the doctor’s shoulder. She liked to know her equipment, but the sheer number of outputs he was observing was overwhelming on it’s own. “Well, I took theoretical physics, but apparently I’m way too rusty.” she admitted. “So doc… We might be going away for a while. Don’t get me wrong, having you here would make me sleep a lot easier, but I have to ask this - are you OK with leaving for so long? Does your daughter know?” Catherine asked softly.

Lawson pressed a series of controls and the outputs normalised to what the General would usually see. He rubbed his eyes again. “Yeah, I’m not though. She’s running fine. Best ship in the fleet.” He chuckled slightly, not really through humour more from nervous exhaustion. He stood down from the podium, the light directly above it dimmed. It being designed to ensuring the person on the podium had the most light necessary to see around easily, without being blinded.

“Ruth? Ah, she’s grown up now General. She’s twenty five, musician. Plays the piano. Pretty good at it actually, dabbles in art. She got all the creativity I missed out on. Got it from her mother. Anyway it’s not like nowadays it’s not impossible for us to keep in contact from the other side of the galaxy. Besides, you should know better than anyone strong pull doesn’t let you give security clearance to whoever you want. As far as she’s aware I’m stuck in some research base in the middle of nowhere trying to come up with a new form of power generation. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I wish I could tell her so much more-” He raised his arms to signal the ship.

“-I mean I want to share this accomplishment with her but I know why we can’t. So I just have to hope, that no matter what happens I’ll be able to be there for her. Besides, we can surely pick up a gate if needed and I hear that SG-7 is trying to bargain for a supergate from the Children of the Ori or whatever they’re calling themselves these days. So-” he offered her a smile. “-It should all be fine, though I’m officially putting in for holidays if she gets engaged or pregnant in advance.”

“Duly noted.” Catherine nodded with a smile. “And just give me a call if something changes. I can’t promise to do much more than put in my word behind that security clearance, but least I could do is talk to her.”

---Several minutes later---

The alarm she set up at the helm beeped and she promptly returned behind the controls. “Dropping us out.” she notified and gave the ship the command. A few seconds later she had the cloak up and was plotting a course. “I’ll slingshot us around and cut the engines, that should minimize our trail. I believe a certain general might actually be looking for us, let’s not disappoint him shall we?”

doing as she said, she carefully maneuvered the ship as the navigation computer told her. “Intercept course for the Langford plotted. Time to wave her goodbye.” she grinned.

A couple dozens of seconds later, she began decelerating using only the maneuvering thrusters before putting the ships into a close formation and instructing the computer to keep it and told one of the crewmen to man the controls to ensure no crashing occurred. “Care to join me on the observation deck, Doctor?”

He sat silent through the exchange. The Langford while a great ship hadn’t been taken from him, he understood that the General had some unresolved issues and with a ship like this, such a prank would be easily excusable as testing the system much as General O’Neill’s plan back at the hangar where he had cloaked the ship specifically for Catherine coming to see the ship. So he just played along. “It’s a pity our nose is designed as a hangar and there’s no observation deck closer to the front, though nothing a little ingenuity doesn’t fix.”

“Ingenuity or skill. I was a fighter pilot before this, and let me tell you…” Catherine chuckled as they came to see the view outside, “...the Nyx fits me like a glove.” she boasted. The ships were parked in a way where the Nyx was upside down and facing rear in relation to the Langford, their observation decks lined up so close she could make the shapes of general O’Neill and Mr. Williams in the 304’s deck. “Put on your proudest face, for she is a masterpiece.” Kat said as he whipped a salute. “Drop the cloak and open a channel.”

The whole ship shimmered as the cloak disabled, and he opened a channel. In the briefing of several IOA members and General O’Neill in the Langford it took several of them a second to figure out what they were seeing, and there was a look of shock on all their faces but one. O’Neill, if he could be seen was beaming a smile and trying to contain a laugh.

Instead, he just started to clap. After a couple of seconds others in the briefing room joined in, and it was the first sound heard over the comms. Lawson could almost cry.

“ES Nyx, reporting to earth as ordered, sir.”

“Nice entrance Catherine. Anything we can help you with or are you doing exactly what I told you what not to do?” Replied O’Neills voice, some of the IOA members still seemed too… shocked to say anything.

“Merely here to report that the 307 is performing as expected… and to say goodbye to a former home. We will be assuming polar orbit and start beaming up supplies. Please pass along my most heartfelt greetings to Mr. Williams. Nyx out.” she said, saluted again and instructed the helm to break formation and head above McMurdo.

As they flown out of view, Catherine couldn’t hold a straight face any longer. “Those faces - priceless.” she wiped a tear of mirth out of her eye. “Well, we’re here, and for now, we’re done. Now, could you do your commander a favor? Please go and take a day off. You’ve been looking ready to fall asleep the whole time.” she smiled.

“I’ll be spending some time with family, just give me a couple of hours warning when you’re ready for me. I’ll see you later General.” He nodded before walking off the observation deck.

Stargate - Alliances - Into the Unknown

Hannah Evans

Race: Human (Earth)
Age: 25
Title: Miss
Nationality: English
Organization: International Oversight Advisory
Skills:
- BA in Ancient History
- Versed in the Asgard Language
- Versed in Asgard History
- Trained Aide/Diplomat
History: Hannah was born into a well off family down in London. Her family trained diplomats, her path was always clear. She would go on to represent queen and country in the future and it was all she wanted to do. Though from a young age she was always interested in the past. Though this didn't truly come out until she was in her later years at high school, A-Level History was a crash course but she was immediately hooked on the subject. She devoted as much time as possible too it, though part of her wished that instead of focusing on more recent history they focused on the truly fascinating stuff.

After all everyone knew about the First World War and the Second World War. Though the Greeks, Romans and Egyptians on the other hand... many knew about them but they were the true forgers of society and there was so much she could learn. She even felt that the current world could learn lessons from the past, great lessons that could change the world. Little did she know that after she left university her life would change. Her father, Martin Evans was one of the first members outside of the US governmental system to be told about the Stargate Program. Having been his aide, and signing a non-disclosure agreement she has wanted nothing more to join the program. There was so much going on... out there. Who wouldn't want to be a part of it? The secrecy was a little to be desired but she could understand why it was so important.

When the IOA was formed she became a junior member, not holding that much importance. From there she would occasionally sit in during a meeting between a member of the Asgard and the IOA finding them truly fascinating. She was literally heartbroken when she heard about their demise, but saw an opportunity. Whenever she could she learned from the Asgard knowledge core, which is why when the IOA were looking for someone to send aboard the Nyx to Ida, with her knowledge on the Asgard, eagerness to learn and diplomatic skills she was an easy choice. That being coupled with the fact that the IOA did not want to risk sending a senior member, when all the representative aboard the Nyx is supposed to do is write reports.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

"Things shall get naught but better for my people my dear. I will be announcing something soon that will change the face of Latveria! Usher in a new age of prosperity for it's people. You can never do too much for your people, something you will learn no doubt my dear." Doom clasped his hands behind his back, looking over at Tony Stark and the young woman he was dancing with who were both glancing at him. He tipped his head in their direction, acknowledging that he saw them and knew they were talking about it.

They could talk all they wanted for all he cared, they didn't know his intentions. They could judge him all they liked, in the end it was him who had ushered in a new age of prosperity for his people. Crime was non-existent, tensions in the region were gone. He could stand by his record and would not be ashamed of it, occasionally he did things that others would not but the ends justified the means. That did not make the fabled Captain Steve Rogers a villain during the second World War why should he be labelled as one? The answer was obvious and yet, nobody else could see it.

Pitiful.

"In terms of my schedule you should enjoy yourself tonight my dear. This is after all your parents party and very much in your honor." He signaled to the dance floor. "Please, you are the lady of the hour. Do not let me hamper your celebrations. I am sure if anything were to happen you won't be too far away." He turned and then began striding towards Tony Stark and his friend.

He extended his hand, like the rest of him encased in metal. Eyes turned on them, it wasn't often a monarch offered someone a handshake. "Congratulations on the creation of Stark Tech, Mr.Stark. I was quite impressed by your demonstration." He felt like a fool, offering his hand in greeting.

Stargate - Alliances - Into the Unknown

Oh if any of you who has a new character want Black to interview your guys for the job or something, jsut PM me and we'll set up a collab :)

@Forsythe

^Won't be as interesting as Blacks/Williams interview^

xD

Stargate - Alliances - Into the Unknown

Character sheet: Eirin Omdahl / Caelia

Symbiote

Name: Vanya
Species: Tok’ra
Age: 2427
Specialization: Scientist, undercover as underlord
Personality:
Focused. When Caelia sets a goal, she can pursue it to the ends of the world. She can at times get deeply entrenched in roles she takes up,

Host

Name: Eir Omdahl
Species: Human, Tau’ri
Nationality: Norwegian
Age: 26

Appearance:

Eirin is average both in height (168.2 cm) and weight (62.3 kg), has chin-long dark brown (almost black) hair, her nose is small, her chin narrow and her skin a soft, pale color, without any freckles to speak of. Her eyes are blue-green in color and she has no prominent scars or birthmarks.

When it comes to clothing, Eirin’s preferred mode of dress is Tok’ra in origin, though there are some Tau’ri influences upon it. She dislikes the idea of dressing in any sort of uniform, preferring clothes she considers “comfortable”. This of course, means that she tends to have a bit more bare skin than most Tau’ri would. Not to any inappropriate level, but enough to stand out. While not true of all her clothes, some of them are also more form-fitting than what Tau’ri women in the SG programs would normally prefer.

The reason for these preferences are many and intermingled, but one of the core factors is that she now considers herself more Tok’ra and less Tau’ri and wants to make that distinction clear to other people. More than one Tau’ri have been unnerved by this.

At her waist, where Tok’ra traditionally carries a Zat, she has instead opted to carry a slightly modified Ori stun weapon. It has chiefly been modified to make it easier to grab and use. Where she acquired it is uncertain, but it must presumably have been during her years among the Tok’ra.

Title: Doctor (Biology)

Skills:

Scientist

Biology & Genetics (doctorate)
Xenobiology (in-depth study)
Various Tok’ra sciences (Inherited)
General sciences (Fair grasp)
Crystal engineering/mechanics (Inherited)

As a Tok’ra, she’s adept at both subterfuge, lies and acting.
In addition, there are innumerable other skills known to Caelia, but seeing how neither is using them, they are not listed.
Weapons/Combat training:
During her time with the SGC, she was trained with a handgun, but never really became proficient with one. However, after blending with a Tok’ra, she “inherited” her symbiote’s skill with certain weapons of non-Tau’ri design and has begun to practice martial arts. Caelia has considerable experience with it, but Eirin’s body is still not fully trained to use that experience.

Personality:

Eirin is in many ways similar to her symbiote, which is part of the reason they get along so well. She’s methodical, patient and shies few measures when it comes to science or the survival of their species. Following her graze with death, she’s intimately familiar with self-sacrifice. Blending with Caelia offered her the second chance she never thought she would get, let alone deserved. As such, she will do almost anything to save the Tok’ra as a species.

Symbiote History

Caelia was born as one of the last generation of Egeria’s spawn that weren’t utterly purged by the System Lords following the discovery of Egeria’s betrayal. From her first host and on, she’s consistently preferred female hosts, only taking male hosts when she had no choice, and then often changing host again at the first opportunity, simply because she meshes poorly with male hosts.

During the life of her first host, Caelia did not achieve much, being on the run and actively hunted by the Goa’uld. The Tok’ra of this era never stayed long in one place, following the orders of their elders, Egeria’s first generation of Tok’ra. Sometime during the lifetime of her second host, they changed their tactics, going from the plan of fleeing the system lords and establishing a safe domain to infiltration and destruction from within.

This tactic left much of the Tok’ra population scattered. Countless Tok’ra died before they learned how to adapt, how to successfully hide, but learn it they did. She had many hosts over the years, living both among the Tok’ra and undercover under the Goa’uld, minor ones and System Lords alike. Though she hated the Goa’uld for the way they dealt with their hosts, she nonetheless did everything she had to do to blend in among their ranks. As such, Caelia is not unfamiliar with murder nor with countless other bad habits of the Goa’uld. She may not have liked such acts personally, but outwardly she acted as though she did.

During the past two centuries or so, even more so after the Tau’ri emerged back onto the galactic scene, she has spent her time on science. Once Egeria was found, and sadly perished, she was one of the scientists who worked out the Tretonin from the information Egeria provided. Ever since, she has been working tirelessly at exploring all possible solutions to their negative population growth, sadly it has been without any noticeable success so far.

Host History

Eirin was born in the late winter of 1990, about an hour outside the capital of Norway. She had a fairly normal childhood, though it was clear early on to her parents that she had above-average intellect, though there were some areas she also struggled longer than her peers in. Neither of her parents were surprised at her above-average intellect, as it was something they both shared. Later on in her childhood, especially after she started attending school, it was clear she struggled more than many. The school system was not designed to handle children with above-average intellect. Had it not been for her parents, help, she would not have gone as far as she did, what she struggled with, they helped her get through, when something proved easy for her, they acquired further books on it, so that she could learn more.

All throughout her childhood, she had very few friends, both out of preference and due to her inability to hold on to many of them. The few good friends she had, she kept close, not relinquishing them even when their interests at times deviated wildly. Around the age of twelve, she was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome, something which again her parents helped her use to her advantage, rather than viewing it as a flaw.

By the time she finished the mandatory 13 years of school (at 18 years of age), she had already completed most of the first-year and some of the second-year university-level classes in the field of biology. It came as no surprise to anyone that she continued her meteoric rise through the university system. Though a civilian and a foreigner, she had come to the attention of the Stargate program the year she finished her master’s degree two years before the norm. When time came for her to begin her doctorate, a challenge both her parents encouraged her to undertake, an unknown benefactor, later revealed to be Homeworld security, paid for her studies and then some. Where others, her parents included, thought she merely studied cellular biology, her studies were at least as much in the fields of xenobiology and non-earthly sciences.

After finishing her doctorate, she was well on her way to becoming a high-ranking scientist in the Stargate Program. Unfortunately, luck, or chance, would have it otherwise. Its uncertain exactly whether it happened on a vacation or during her work, but less than three months after formally being hired by a shell company used by the Stargate program, she got exposed to a particularly virulent form of multi-drug-resistant tuberculosis (MDR-TB). Even with the best medical care on the planet, they could only delay the inevitable.

Eirin was dying.

Shared History

That, of course, was not the end of the tale for Eirin. The IOA had not invested the money in her education to see it all go to waste because of a mere disease. For months following the initial discovery of the disease, they tried every drug at their disposal, even tried to make some new ones, but it was all in vain. No viable cure could found. If anything, some of their attempts only made things worse for Eirin. Cutting her time left to less than half of what was normal.

They were about to declare her lost when someone remembered the sub-clause in the treaty with the Tok’ra concerning volunteers for becoming hosts. That someone established contact with the Tok’ra, sending them a briefing on Eirin’s condition and MDR-TB, asking if a Tok’ra symbiote could heal such a condition. After receiving a positive answer, the individual in question raised the idea to her.

Sick as she was, it took a full day to brief her, even with her prior knowledge of alien biology and their allied species. The implications were so vast it took her several days to think them through. She could not deny that the idea of blending intrigued her, but at the same time, being incapable of having any secrets from someone for the rest of her life was more than a little unnerving. The scientist in her found the biological implications of it even more interesting. Having an alien enter her body and at times assume full control over it was something that scared her. Not having control over her life had been one of the greatest fears she’d had growing up. But the choice was clear enough from the start. Say yes and live, say no and die. No matter her fears, she would not let the disease assume control over when she would die.

The decision made, the next steps were up to the Tok’ra. First, one of their councillors came to Earth in order to speak with Eirin, to learn what sort of person she was. Everyone knew that if he did not like her, no blending would come to pass. She found him to be a nice old man, his symbiote exceedingly wise. They spoke of everything between heaven and earth, and he answered many of her questions about blending. After three days, he left once more, telling her only that he would talk with the Tok’ra whose hosts would not live long about her. If any of them his descriptions of her, she would get to meet them.

For a week, nothing happened, then word came that three tok’ra had arrived, eager to meet her. Sick as she was, meeting them was anything but easy. She got exhausted often, racked with pain, but she found one of them, unlike the other two, a scientist like herself, to be more than a little intriguing and most definitely worthy of respect. Their liking turned out to be mutual, so while this Tok’ra stayed, the others departed. For two weeks, they spoke at length, learning about each other.

Eirin found that it wasn’t easy to grasp the concept of a being that had been alive for over two thousand years. At barely above twenty-two years, she couldn’t conceive of events a century away, let alone two eons. But that was all covered in her equally long talks with Caelia’s host, who had gone through the exact same experience a couple of centuries earlier.

Afterwards, when it was clear to all involved parties that a blending would be acceptable, each notified her superiors, and Eirin was trussed up into a hazmat container, transported to the SGC and sent along with the Tok’ra to the Tok’ra homeworld. Things happened, she blended, Caelia slowly healed her body, then she spent the next few years becoming one of the Tok’ra in truth as well as fact. She occasionally had contact with her family and friends back home, but with them not having security clearance, there wasn’t much she could speak of with them. She dared not yet visit, as she was sure her family would notice how different she had become. As such, she spent most of her time among the Tok’ra, with whom she got along splendidly.

A few years passed and the need to save the Tok’ra as a species rapidly became more and more acute a problem. As scientists and geneticists, it was no surprise to anyone that both Eirin and Caelia wished to do anything to fix said problem. Contact with the Tau’ri was made and due to her latent connection to Earth and her value to the Tau’ri, a spot was negotiated forth on the soon-to-be-launched Nyx as chief science officer.

@Ellri

I believe me and @Forsythe have pointed out the errors in the IRC.

Good to go.

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