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At the Alpha Site’s weapons range, a burly Norwegian man of thirty-three years of age with blonde hair in a buzz cut and brown eyes stood before a table filled with various alien weapons; Goa’uld staff weapons and Zat’nik’tels to be exact. A group of twenty men and women who were new recruits to the SGC were gathered around the Norwegian and the table.
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Love the way you are bringing the characters together, forming the new team for the adventures to come
Tremendous work brother. This is becoming my go to every other day, I am really loving it.
EXCELLENT-I am enjoying this so much. Another very interesting installment.
“Thank you, ma’am!” Thorin exclaimed. “You’ve thoroughly earned it, Bjornson,” Group Captain Noble replied. “You’ve been a hard working and dedicated member of my staff for seven years now. It’s time for you to put your skills out in the field. Go and pack you things. We’ll have a little farewell party for you at breakfast. You’ll leave at 0930 tomorrow.
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you!” And so Oversersjant Gunnar “Thorin” Bjornson, the pride of Norway, went forth from the Alpha Site back to Earth to take his place as Tactical Specialist of SG-24, looking forward to the challenges of working in the field for the first time.
“Any speculations on why it malfunctioned, Sergeant?”
“My guess is that it was bought properly calibrated during the last calibration cycle. I was not happy with the last tech that we had. His work was very poor. I had to personally go over his work. I will personally calibrate the weapon tomorrow.”
“That's not going to be possible. I've just received word from General Carter that you are being reassigned and recalled back to Earth. You are going to be joining SG-24 as the team’s tactical specialist.” She smiled and he extended her hand. “Congratulations, Sergeant!” Thorin, beaming with pride, shook her hand.
“I heard we had a weapons malfunction this afternoon, Sergeant” said Group Captain Noble in Australian accent. A native of Sydney, she had served at various air bases in Australia with the RAAF and several SG teams before assigned to be the Alpha Site’s base commander.
“We did, ma’am," Bjornson replied. "Group captain noble mentioned for him to take a seat in one of the chairs that were in front of Bjornson’s desk. After sitting down Thorin spoke. “The staff weapon that I was using overloaded as Lieutenant Ernestes was ready to fire it. I had the weapons techs take it to be repaired and checked."
Hours passed. After a break for chow, and several hours more, Thorin was ready to call it an evening. As he was shutting down and tidying up his office, the Alpha Site’s commanding officer, Group Captain Davida Noble knocked on the open door.
“Come in, ma'am,” Thorin said as he stood, coming to attention and saluted. Group Captain Noble returned to the salute. She was in her late 40s, she had an average build and height, blonde hair and brown eyes.
“Corporal, we had a weapons malfunction during training.” Thorin said as he pointed to the Staff weapon. “I need this weapon checked and repaired before the next session.”
“Will do, sir,” the corporal replied. Thorin watched as the two placed the weapon in a containment locker. Once they were away Throrin picked up his clipboard, file folders, the Zat Gun, and after a friendly chat with the range staff, went to his office.
After placing the zat in the weapons locker and logging it back in, Thorin went into his office. He poured himself a cup of coffee, put on some Nordic folk music and worked on his reports.
“Alright. Let's practice. Remember to aim for the center of mass.” The recruits practiced firing the Zat gun, with Thorin providing guidance and support; all the while he kept steady eye on the malfunctioning staff weapon
When the recruits had finished firing the Zat gun and Thorin was satisfied with their work, he called the team to gather around him. “Excellent work, everyone. Keep practicing and these weapons will become separate nature to you. Dismissed!” As the recruits went their separate ways, Thorin pulled out his radio. “Weapons each team to the firing range,” he said. Within a few minutes, a young corporal and private came up to him and saluted.
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