Ascendent
Part 2-Reassignment
Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers. They officially belong to Hasbro and Takara. I'm taking them for a short spin.
From the journal of Dr. Daniel Jackson:
Jan. 2
I, or we, I should say, have been reassigned. "We" including Col. Cameron Mitchell and Gen. Henry "Hank" Landry to a new assignment in Nevada. I almost wish it was with Samantha, but I know we had to part ways sometime.
There is no easy way to describe the events of the past few months. After the incident on the Odyssey with the Asgard core and the Ori, the International Overisght Committee, along with the President, deemed the situation too dangerous to continue. The Stargate is now out of commission, the iris closed and under heavy guard at Cheyenne Mountain, unlikely to be used again in the near future, or at least until a way can be found to defeat the Ori.
I'll miss Colorado. It was my home for 10 years. I leave my lab, my work and more importantly, friends and comrades who have become my family, like Teal'c, who I consider my brother, and Vala Mal Doran, my friend. Teal'c took over the lease to my apartment, as he's stayed on at the mountain, along with Vala, to act as advisors in my stead because my services are needed elsewhere.
I don't know what to think about this new. . .opportunity. I now know the truth of what happened in Mission City three months ago, and this assignment carries with it a great deal of weight, considering the order to relocate came from Secretary of Defense Keller. My new job consists of my old job description--civilian consultant to the United States Air Force.
Gen. Landry will be heading up the human side of base operations, overseeing the day to day aspects while Col. Mitchell will be the military liaison and head up our security forces. I'm not clear on how the Army contingent will react, considering they made first contact, and the Air Force will now be running the show.
Given the current situation in Washington regarding the Stargate program, I wonder how the Oversight Committee will proceed, and what they would do if they knew of the developments in the Southwest since the Odyssey incident. I, for one, will not miss them.
On a happier note, I start work tomorrow, after I finish unpacking at my new apartment, which I will be sharing with Col. Mitchell. It should be interesting, having him as a roommate. He starts duty next week, on Monday. Mitchell's visiting his parents in Kansas right now. And Gen. Landry is already here, has been for almost a month, keeping an eye on the renovation of the old World War II air base to something habitable for our new. . .friends and us.
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7:01 a.m. Daniel checked his watch again, yawning. Landry was late, and he was standing on the sidewalk outside his apartment building, looking like an idiot. He frowned. The sky was overcast, threatening rain, and it was a little cold to be outside early, without so much as one cup of coffee. He normally wouldn't be so annoyed, but he wanted to make a good impression his first day, considering how well some in his past had gone. Daniel reached into his jacket for his cell phone when he saw Landry pull around the corner in a new gunmetal grey Dodge Charger, parking alongside the curb.
He waited for Landry to reach across, opening the door. Daniel climbed in.
"It's good to see you Dr. Jackson," Landry said. "We would have been here sooner, but I got called out to the base late last night when one of our resident scientists accidentally cut power to the entire place, and half of town."
Landry put the car into gear, Daniel giving him a quizzical look as he fastened his seat belt and settled in for the drive to the base.
"I'm fine sir," he finally answered.
"Good. You had anything to eat? I'm starved. . .so do you mind if we stop?"
That was the second time Landry said "we" in reference to himself. Was the general out of his mind? Daniel let it slide, riding in silence, only talking long enough to let the general know what he wanted at the McDonald's drive-thru.
Landry parceled out the food, content to drive in silence, or so Daniel thought.
"Blue, everything all right?" Landry said. "You can talk."
"I'm fine sir, I just didn't want to startle Dr. Jackson," replied a disembodied voice.
"Well, he needs to be introduced sometime," Landry said. "Dr. Jackson, meet Bluestreak. Bluestreak, this is Dr. Jackson, archaeologist and consultant to the U.S. Air Force."
"Pleased to meet you," said the car.
"This young fella here is one of the Autobots, their resident sniper, but because there hasn't been much call for that lately, he volunteered to be my ride until I can get settled into the house after the deal closes," Landry said. "And Dr. Jackson, enjoy the ride. He usually isn't this quiet."