John pointed to the map on the wall. "Okay, Lorne, you, Zelenka, and SG-2 have your base here. SG-1 and Colonel Carter, we have our base here." He points to another spot on the map. "Any questions?"
"Yes! Why does a stupid, little, paintball fight have to take the entire North Pier?" Rodney started whining already. John sighed.
"Because Colonel Carter said we needed something fun. And this out-voted studying the ZPM." John rolled his eyes at Rodney's vote. "Even Zelenka voted for the paintball war. Now, gear up and head to your respective bases. War starts in 30 minutes." Sg-1 and Sam ran out of the room towards the makeshift armory. There, they loaded up with guns, vests, and extra ammunition.
From there, they ran to their base. "Now, we need a plan. Rodney, you and Teyla stay here. You can defend it. Ronon, Colonel Carter and I will attack their base and hope we don't get shot." Teyla looked at him with reproach in her brown eyes.
"Why must I stay behind?" Teyla was surprised and a little insulted. Did he not think her a good fighter? Was he trying to protect her? If so, she was flattered, but she'd prefer to be out in the action.
"Because I don't want you to get hurt and because someone needs to keep McKay from running off to his lab." John realized how Teyla felt and his eyes widened. "Oh, geez. I'm sorry. Did you think that I thought you weren't good enough? I'm sorry. I am so sorry. Did I say I was sorry?" Teyla laughed at John's apologies.
"Yes. Several times, in fact. Are you done yet? We must prepare." Teyla reminded him. John nodded. In his haste to apologize, he had forgotten the war.
He held up what looked like a grenade. "This is a paint grenade. Works the same as a regular one. Pull the pin and throw it. These, however do not cause an explosion. Well, a regular explosion. There is a paint can inside these. Paint goes everywhere." Everyone nodded. Well, not Rodney, he was still grumbling about being forced to participate.
"Use them sparingly, we only have a dozen." And with that, the war started.