[Daniel] Day 20: Debriefing (open tag)
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crossing_lostrpDaniel waited quietly, going over the notes in front of him, while waiting for everyone to have some breakfast and get on the same page. The notes were simply a way to organize his thoughts and a list of questions he wanted to ask, systems that needed to be investigated, observations that he'd made about the prisoners and the facility.
"Okay then, I'm not seeing any dusty rocks so what do you –" Jon leaned over his shoulder to peer at the writing and stopped in mid-sentence. "Do you do anything the normal way, ever, Daniel?"
"What's the problem, Jon? Not up on your Gaelic?"
"You're writing notes in Gaelic. If I ask why are you going to tell? You know without boring me to death before I'm actually legally old enough to drink?"
"It's a precaution," Daniel explained. "Our friends here, and I do use the term friends quite lightly, have access to –" Daniel paused, then decided that there was really no point in not saying it aloud, "—Ancient technology. They might be able to read it.
"I thought about all the other languages, but didn't want to chance that they knew one of those."
"Right. Makes perfect sense," Jon rolled his eyes. He kicked out a chair and dropped into it. "So, what's the big game plan? Interrogation? Torture? Throw them to the smoke monster?"
"Sounds good to me," someone muttered.
"It looks like we're all present and accounted for," Daniel looked up at those assembled and smirked at Dean balancing two plates of food. That seemed awfully domestic for Faith, but he could be wrong. "At least all of us whom are going to be present and accounted for.
"Let's get down to it, then."
"What are we doing with them?" Damon asked. The red head didn't have to point out which them he referred to.
"Before discussing the prisoners, I'd like to go over a few other things. This is the easy stuff." Daniel looked at Rodney and then the Doctor and gave them both a nod. "The Doctor and Rodney spent a lot of time working with the start you gave us, Damon. This entire complex is under our control now and completely separate from any other systems that these DHARMA people might have or do have running.
"That doesn't mean that we can let our guard down. It's entirely possible that they are planning a counterstrike. We do have several of their people, and I'm sure that they'll want them back. We'll keep the outside guard rotations at night. The cameras do have a lens to shift to night vision and we can engage the perimeter lights if we chose to do so.
"This place has food and supplies, but we don't know what or how much. Someone, probably several someones, are going to need to take stock of what's in the pantry, what's in the storeroom and what's in the kitchen. Also, I'll see if Dr. Pierson can't take stock of the medical supplies, particularly the drugs that we might need."
No one interrupted to ask why he hadn't chosen House.
"Preliminary checks and a bed count reveal that this facility sleeps 22. I'm not going to assign rooms. We're all adults, and I'm sure you can figure it out. There are twenty beds. There are a limited number of rooms. Some of you are going to be roomies, if you want to have a roof over your head. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
"In addition to inventory, someone is going to need to go back to the garden, the tunnel, the Beach Camp and Camp Serenity, to brief them on the situation here. We have a jeep, which won't be as fast as the other methods of transport available to us, but a jeep won't physically tire anyone out."
"A jeep that has to go in two different directions. That's going to take time," Damon pointed out. "Whichever way the jeep doesn't go, I will." He didn't elaborate. He also didn't sound happy about volunteering. Given his preoccupation with finding Claire and being with Claire, Daniel wasn't surprised.
"Let's not jump the gun, Damon. We'll see what we need," Daniel said quietly, giving the other man a sympathetic nod. "Last but not least, we have the prisoners. Some of them got away, and chances are that the ones who escaped will come for their people. We need to be prepared, and before we decide what to do with them, we need to find out a lot more about them."
"Okay then, I'm not seeing any dusty rocks so what do you –" Jon leaned over his shoulder to peer at the writing and stopped in mid-sentence. "Do you do anything the normal way, ever, Daniel?"
"What's the problem, Jon? Not up on your Gaelic?"
"You're writing notes in Gaelic. If I ask why are you going to tell? You know without boring me to death before I'm actually legally old enough to drink?"
"It's a precaution," Daniel explained. "Our friends here, and I do use the term friends quite lightly, have access to –" Daniel paused, then decided that there was really no point in not saying it aloud, "—Ancient technology. They might be able to read it.
"I thought about all the other languages, but didn't want to chance that they knew one of those."
"Right. Makes perfect sense," Jon rolled his eyes. He kicked out a chair and dropped into it. "So, what's the big game plan? Interrogation? Torture? Throw them to the smoke monster?"
"Sounds good to me," someone muttered.
"It looks like we're all present and accounted for," Daniel looked up at those assembled and smirked at Dean balancing two plates of food. That seemed awfully domestic for Faith, but he could be wrong. "At least all of us whom are going to be present and accounted for.
"Let's get down to it, then."
"What are we doing with them?" Damon asked. The red head didn't have to point out which them he referred to.
"Before discussing the prisoners, I'd like to go over a few other things. This is the easy stuff." Daniel looked at Rodney and then the Doctor and gave them both a nod. "The Doctor and Rodney spent a lot of time working with the start you gave us, Damon. This entire complex is under our control now and completely separate from any other systems that these DHARMA people might have or do have running.
"That doesn't mean that we can let our guard down. It's entirely possible that they are planning a counterstrike. We do have several of their people, and I'm sure that they'll want them back. We'll keep the outside guard rotations at night. The cameras do have a lens to shift to night vision and we can engage the perimeter lights if we chose to do so.
"This place has food and supplies, but we don't know what or how much. Someone, probably several someones, are going to need to take stock of what's in the pantry, what's in the storeroom and what's in the kitchen. Also, I'll see if Dr. Pierson can't take stock of the medical supplies, particularly the drugs that we might need."
No one interrupted to ask why he hadn't chosen House.
"Preliminary checks and a bed count reveal that this facility sleeps 22. I'm not going to assign rooms. We're all adults, and I'm sure you can figure it out. There are twenty beds. There are a limited number of rooms. Some of you are going to be roomies, if you want to have a roof over your head. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
"In addition to inventory, someone is going to need to go back to the garden, the tunnel, the Beach Camp and Camp Serenity, to brief them on the situation here. We have a jeep, which won't be as fast as the other methods of transport available to us, but a jeep won't physically tire anyone out."
"A jeep that has to go in two different directions. That's going to take time," Damon pointed out. "Whichever way the jeep doesn't go, I will." He didn't elaborate. He also didn't sound happy about volunteering. Given his preoccupation with finding Claire and being with Claire, Daniel wasn't surprised.
"Let's not jump the gun, Damon. We'll see what we need," Daniel said quietly, giving the other man a sympathetic nod. "Last but not least, we have the prisoners. Some of them got away, and chances are that the ones who escaped will come for their people. We need to be prepared, and before we decide what to do with them, we need to find out a lot more about them."
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[Megabyte, Daniel] And What About . . . (tag Scott, open)
Date: 2006-08-25 03:10 pm (UTC)"We have their medical records," Daniel confirmed, a fact that Megabyte already knew. He'd been there when Daniel asked for them and Alex had immediately pointed them out. They were thick files for the few days that the women had been in captivity; even given that according to timestamps in the security system, it had been nearly ten days for the women, the files were still incredibly thick.
Megabyte hadn't tried to look at them. Not because he didn't think he could decipher what was done, but because he was afraid that he could.
"The Doctor, Dr. Pierson, Rodney, and I looked them over last night," Daniel continued. "They don't make for pleasant reading." From anyone else those words probably would have sounded patronizing, but a good deal of sincerity, sadness and anger -- well hidden by the calm on Daniel's face -- flowed from the archeaologist/soldier when he said those words.
"Why Rodney?" Megabyte asked.
"Because I am one of the --"
"Because Rodney has an understanding of the sorts of advanced technology, as well as a few of the other things we encountered in their files. Believe it or not, he can be helpful -- and discreet -- at times."
"Of course I can be discreet, I never would have --" Rodney stopped as a ding rang out, signifying a fresh pot of coffee. "Coffee's ready. Good. I think better with coffee."
Daniel shook his head, pushed his glasses up on his nose and continued as though uninterrupted. He looked directly at Scott. "If there aren't any objections, I don't see why you can't look at the files when we wrap up here. But it won't be my final call. They aren't my files."
Thinking about the files and the medical "procedures," Megabyte glanced at Scott. As much as he wanted to ask the man a question, he didn't want to do it aloud. Though he'd done what he had to do, revealed himself in order to rescue his friends, he felt a little odd about it now. There was no desire to continue to advertise that he was more than a little bit different.
He gave Scott a telepathic nudge, /Scott./
Megabyte waited until the man's head turned slightly and he knew that he had his attention. /I don't know how exactly how your healing works, but you said that you can tell what the drugs did to Ami. Could you check on Claire and the baby?/
[McKay] Priorities? (tag open)
Date: 2006-08-25 03:34 pm (UTC)Oh, certainly Rodney can be discreet. He hasn't said word one about the existance of the Lost City of the Ancients millions of light-years away to anyone not directly 'in the know', and the fact that he's comfortable around an alien could lead to supposition, sure, but he'd never come out and /said/ that he deals with them on a regular basis. The Asgard. Goa'uld. Ascended Ancients. Even in this push for honesty, he hasn't really said who he worked for, much less the USAF. He'd simply said the Pentagon would be looking for him...
As for what to do next, well.. that was not necessarily his call. For all intents and purposes, Dr. Jackson was running the show, and this meeting was for prioritizing, right? Those who needed to know what his expertise was, knows, and beyond that?
"I'd like to get back to the computers, bring it down to base code if I need to." After all, there is power in the building, which means he can run his own laptop with impugnity. Get everything organized the way he wanted them now that he's got a great deal more information... And, with coffee and food now in comparitive abundance, McKay'll pull all-nighters if need be. After all, what else was there to do? At least for a brilliant scientist like himself...
[Scott, Locke, Sam] And What About . . . (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-25 04:06 pm (UTC)Scott nodded. "I'm positive that Ami won't be upset if I look at hers. As for anyone else's--" he glanced at the Doctor, John, and Damon "--that's up to them."
"Daisy is fine physically," John remarked. "Once she's more... centered I'll ask her what she wants to do with her file." He turned to Daniel. "I'll see to taking inventory of the supplies. There's sure to be weapons, or at least materials good for defense."
Sam, who'd been quietly eating and listening the whole time, spoke up. "I'll help you." Scott had the distinct impression that the burgeoning psychic was avoiding meeting his eyes. He couldn't figure out why.
Damon's telepathic words were a (mostly) welcome distraction. It was weird hearing anyone other than his father or Ami in his head. /Could you check on Claire and the baby?/
Scott caught Damon's eye and nodded slightly. The thought of drugging a pregnant woman made him sick to his stomach. Claire couldn't be too bad off since Damon had stayed for the meeting. He hoped that he didn't find anything bad.