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Robert sat in his lab. He was sitting watching BBC News on his laptop. He had not had much time to watch the news over recent weeks. The main story was about the capture of the UNV Discovery.

Robert just sat and listened to what everyone was saying about it. There were people blaming it on the US Military since they where charged with the launch defense. Robert just sat and listened.


Asid just glanced at Audie, with a slight smile, as he rubbed the back of his neck. ~Now there was something we never discussed too much.~ He shrugged. "What do you think, Audie?"

Audie glanced over at Asid and shrugged. Religion was something they hadn't really talked about and it wasn't safe to assume he believed what she did. "A joining," she commented, "although I'd prefer we didn't leave God completely out of it... I mean, if that's all right?"

Asid just nodded. "I have no problem with it." He grinned, slightly, patting his chest where her cross hung. "I mean this was sorta a sign of what you'd want."

Audie smiled and nodded, then looked back at the Chaplain. "So long as we're married when it's over, we're good." Her heart was starting to pound in her chest in anticipation.

Asid just nodded. "Married is preferable." He grinned, at Audie, and stood, awaiting his turn.


  • Lieutenant Colonel Patria Maribal, United States Army (NPC)
  • August 5th, 2010

Patria watched them both, nodding gently as she took a small breath, blushing softly as a small crowd of marines stood respectfully outside the chapel. Blinking for a moment, she folded her hands.

"This past year has been difficult, to say the least. We have lost our bravest comrades, and many souls that have been waiting to blossom. And yet, we gained another. Miss Audie Fitch, a woman new to our world, and perhaps a part of her was always within Asid Mjolnir's heart, for God saw to it that these two would cross together through the passage of time, and space, to come together at this blessed hour.

"Let the dead rest, and let our minds be at peace. This is a happy day, as Miss Audie Fitch has chosen to become Mrs. Audie Fitch Mjolnir, and I believe that as God has brought you together into this world, he has brought you before this alter, so that you both may share happiness and joy with one another, as you would with the world. Asid, the rings?" She spoke, holding out a hand. She grasped them, and handed Asid's ring to Audie.

"Audie, do you accept this man as your husband, to love and to hold, to hurt and to share this world with the man before you?"

"And Asid, do you accept this woman as your wife, to love and to cherish, to share these same responsibilities, pains, and love with, as well?"

"If you two agree to this union, and if there are no objections, then you may join hands and kiss, knowing that together you are now Asid and Audie Mjolnir; under God and under the heavens themselves, husband and wife!"


Mercedes arrived at the base, ready for action. She began to look around for the rest of her unit. But had yet to find them. She guessed she should've paid more attention to the meeting place than daydreaming about her off world experience. She looked for someone to ask where her unit was.


"Audie, do you accept this man as your husband, to love and to hold, to hurt and to share this world with the man before you?"

Looking into Asid's eyes, Audie nodded, giving his hand a squeeze. "Yes, yes I do." The Chaplain was right, the paths that had led them together had been diverse and complicated, so the very fact that they were here could not be questioned.

"And Asid, do you accept this woman as your wife, to love and to cherish, to share these same responsibilities, pains, and love with, as well?"

"If you two agree to this union, and if there are no objections, then you may join hands and kiss, knowing that together you are now Asid and Audie Mjolnir; under God and under the heavens themselves, husband and wife!"


  • Major Jason McCallister, United States Air Force
    • Commanding Officer, SG-2
    • Pike's Peak Race
  • Captain Sara Cafferey, United States Air Force
    • Executive Officer, SG-2
    • Pike's Peak Race
  • August 6th, 2010

Jason proceeded to loose a bit of gain as they passed a few more bends. The three drivers that had been on his rear the whole time were more persistent now. The Corvette was in the lead, and his Mustang was growing warmer from being a bit more worked up than usual. It was a very old vehicle, and definitely not the best thing to drive these days, and Jason knew it.

He didn't care though, he loved how it looked, and made sure to see to it that he would do the best he could in this race.

The radiator beginning to smoke as they neared the finish line, Jason gave a final push at the gas, shifting into the lowest gear possible. He shook his head mentally, knowing this vehicle might be too old for racing, but at least he had a chance to try.

The Mitsubishi was gaining on them as well, neck to neck with the Corvette. The music having long since changed, Jason was trying to stay calm, and was completely engaged in the 'battle'. He saw the motorcyclists beginning to regroup, but had yet to see Sara. Where is she? he wondered as he glanced their way.

As she walked, the pain in her head turned in to a dull throb. Sara didn't know how far she had walked, but it seemed like hundreds of miles had passed her by.

Taking out the map again, Sara squinted several times as she tried to get the lines to come in to focus. As soon as she would get a line to focus, two seconds later it would become blurry, so she kept having to move the map closer and farther away from her face.

After three minutes she finally gave up and put the map back in to her pocket before continuing to walk on.

Fifteen minutes later she had only gone a half mile from where she had stopped the last time, but by this time she was drenched in sweat, not to mention feeling cold and clammy.

~Alright...one foot in front of the other...just keep one foot in front of the other...~ she kept telling herself.

Jason breathlessly passed the finish line in third. He almost made second were it not for the Mitsubishi. But the Corvette had them both beaten. Damn! So close. Jason idly patted the center of the car's steering wheel appreciatively as he braked promptly to a stop, burning some rubber as he did so. Glancing around for Sara, he rolled towards the motorcycles, wondering why he couldn't spot a motorcycle that would have been so obvious to see.

He wished he had his radio, but there was little he could do now, and he hadn't ever thought to ask for her cell phone since they knew each other professionally. "Where'd she go?" he repeated with a mutter. He took out the water he'd purchased earlier and popped open the cap, taking a couple swigs before debating about driving off road, but given that they were in the mountains and not the desert, he pulled off to the side with comfortable spacing along the road and locked the vehicle. No vehicles had come yet because everyone was still back at the finish line. Tucking his hands into his pockets for a bit, he began to walk on the side trails that hugged the road, hoping he'd find her near the racers or approaching the area. He wondered how she'd fallen behind, and hoped she was all right.

Finally Sara had to stop. She half flopped half fell on the ground in exhaustion.

Sara knew that her body was telling her that she had to rest if not fall asleep, but her mind told her that relaxing if not falling asleep was a bad idea.

~If I fall asleep I'll be lucky to wake up again!~ Sara thought to herself. Breathing hard, Sara forced herself to her feet; stumbling a few steps before her shaky knees gave out and she fell once more.

Gritting her teeth, Sara tried to force herself up once more but her body flat out refused to respond. Finally she had no choice but to collapse on to her stomach; her arm muscles refusing to hold her up anymore.

~I'm going to kill him...I'm gonna kill that sorry excuse for a human being...!~ she angrily thought as she fought to catch her breath.

Jason walked for numerous minutes, not really paying attention to his watch either as he looked around for Sara, wondering where on Earth she could be. Eventually, he found her on a side trail a bit off from the road, lying face down against the Earth. His heart skipping a beat, he darted forward and hoped she was all right. She seemed to be more tired than possibly unconscious, for her condition seemed fairly decent. Where the heck was her bike? Why had she crashed? All these questions were racing through his head as he shouted her last name, rather than first out of habit. "Cafferey!"

He knelt down next to her, hesitating to turn her over until she had the chance to respond.

Sara's body had more or less gone limp; her eyes slowly closed before she heaved a tired sigh. Not two minutes later she heard “Cafferey!” though it sounded like it had come through a railway tunnel.

Slowly she forced her eyes open, not having the strength to do much else. After a moment she managed to move her head enough to see Jason kneeling down beside her.

“Not so loud...” She softly muttered.

Jason frowned at that response. "Permission for contact?" he muttered, a common professional way of asking someone if they could inspect someone's uniform more closely. In this case it was just to see how damaged she might be. "Can you walk?" he inquired further.

Taking as deep a breath as she could, Sara got her arms under her before pushing up. Her arms literally shook as she forced herself up in to a more or less slumped position.

“Permission for contact?”

Sara nodded her head without giving a verbal answer.

“Damn rat b@stard crashed in to me on purpose during the last jump. Lost control of the bike and damn near didn't make the far side of the valley, Lord knows my bike didn't make it.” Sara said after a moment.

“Can you walk?”
“Yeah, but not very far without help. But what about you...did you win the race?” Sara asked; looking at Jason.

Jason offered an arm and a shoulder that she could lean on as they walked back. He was taller than her but he definitely could be taller. "Nah, got third place-was neck to neck with a drift car." Jason replied. "Radiator started steaming a bit too, gonna have to look at the engine before we head back. I'll help you walk." Jason stood up and offered an arm to (as carefully as he could) help Sara to her feet.

Biting her lip, Sara took the offered hand as she rose to her feet. She stumbled a step or two, her legs giving an almost verbal protest at being asked to work again.

“You wouldn't happen to have a baseball bat in your car by any chance?” Sara asked as they started to walk. he was half kidding, half serious. She didn't mind losing the race, but losing her bike was uncalled for. It was said that a man without a bike was a man without legs, and for most bikers it was true.

Behind them the sun was beginning to set; the sky turning a bright orangish.

"Unfortunately no. That guy better watch out if he crosses my path. Caught a glimpse of him at the start of the race." Jason replied with a growl, walking slow enough for Sara to keep up. It was a dirty way to get ahead in a race, and he hated people who thought they could consistently get away with it. "Do you want to go look for your bike?" he asked.

“It's just a bike; besides it's in hundreds of tiny pieces. It blew up upon impact with the side of the valley.” Sara replied.

After a moment of silence she said, “In any case I can build another...it's not that hard just time consuming. Listen, I'm sorry this day hasn't been all that exciting...I really thought it would of turned out better.” Sara said.

Jason winced slightly at hearing the news about the bike, but mentally tried to shrug it off. He found it impressive she could actually build/modify them/etc. He glanced at her then, frowning briefly. "You need not apologize. The race was fun, and I had nothing better to do anyway except talk to the folks and run errands." he glanced back at the road, watching a couple cars drive by them. "Besides, it's not your fault this mess happened. If you were wose off I would NOT be a happy camper right now."

Sara gave a small smile. “At least we had fun,” She replied.

Up ahead the lights coming from the gas station could be seen. Most of the race cars were already long gone, but a few of the bikers were still there; along with Jason's vehicle.

“If you want, maybe we could build something together sometime or modify your car; make it run better.” Sara said with a small shrug.

"That's a possibility. Though it being an old Mustang, there's probably only so much we can do to it." He replied, honestly liking the sound of the suggestion. Luckily, the radiator wasn't steaming too badly, and it had stopped smoking since he'd walked off to go find Sara. "Phew, she's not smoking any more." he said with a sigh as he glanced towards the black and gold hood. Jason moved his items to the back of the vehicle and helped her into the passenger's seat and turned around to drive off promptly, knowing he would have to help Sara to the infimary to get a check up and some of the road rashes cleaned up.


Major Jones was on the line with her MP7 in hand. The PDW had become her choice on missions that didn't warrant a full rifle and she preferred it to the P90 still used by many off world personnel. She loaded a fresh 20 round clip in and waited while the target rolled back. She quickly pulled it down and loaded a new one.

Once the target was in place she opened up and quickly empty the clip, getting a solid she called it a day and check the weapon back in with the range worker. Not to sure where she was heading she walked out of the range and waited to see where her legs took her.


Glancing out the window of Jason's car, Sara spied Joshua who gave her a quizzical look.

After giving him a slight shake of her head, She did a quick thumbs down in Josh's direction before seeming him nod his head in understanding. ~Oh this should be interesting, I only wish I could be there to see it!~ She thought to herself as she watched Josh head in to the gas station where Ace could be seen through the window.

Sara watched the scene unfold until the gas station was left behind.

"Do you prefer staying on Earth or going offworld?" Sara asked.


"I'm happy to answer any questions you have about him, though, so you're welcome to ask away."

"Not really," Jake replied, "Besides anything within chain of command is against the rules, and rarely works out." He said getting to his feet and hopping on a treadmill quickly booting the speed up to a run. "So if you're not with the Major does someone else have your eye?"


"Besides anything within chain of command is against the rules, and rarely works out."

"I beg to differ," Dolly said, reaching for her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. "Just look at the General and Audie." She grinned, wryly.

"So if you're not with the Major does someone else have your eye?"

"No," Dolly shook her head. "I'm honestly not too much into inter-office romance. I'm one of those people who'd rather be approached instead of doing the approaching." She shrugged, pulling on her jacket.

"On the subject of the Major, I'm going to go find him. You're welcome to tag along, I'm pretty sure he wanted SG-3 to meet, anyways." She spoke, heading for the lift.


  • Major Jason McCallister, United States Air Force
    • Commanding Officer, SG-2
    • Pike's Peak
  • August 8th, 2010

Departing the race, Jaosn watched the little scene in his rear view mirror, pleased to see that someone else was 'doing his job'. His mind drifting a little, it took him a moment for him to answer Sara's question. "Hm..." Both clearly had their good sides and bad sides. "Going off world is fun, but a challenge. I'm slowly getting used to it. I'm glad to have a chance to get away from the 'tiny spit of sand' we're stuck on." he replied. "What about you?"

Warily, he continued to listen to his Mustang as well, unsure if it would start smoking again.


"Well... I know I've only been offworld twice, but I'm beginning to get more used to that than being here on earth. I just... feel very privileged to be able to be a part of your team; as well as a member of the SGC." Sara replied.

She shut up for a moment as she also listened to the Mustang's engine. "Have you worked your car that hard recently?" Sara asked.


"Not in a couple months, haven't been driving it a lot." Jason replied as he maintained the current speed, listening to a faint but steady whine in the engine pitch. "This is the first long drive in... well, perhaps since before I joined the SGC. I've only been here a bit longer than you."


"Ahhh sorry I didn't know. Hope this trek hasn't damaged your car." Sara said with an apologetic look on her face.

Off to the side the sun had finally sunk over the horizon as the light slowly continued to fade. Up above the first few stars could barely be seen.

"Despite all the mishaps... today has been a good day." Sara said.


"Audie, do you accept this man as your husband, to love and to hold, to hurt and to share this world with the man before you?"

Looking into Asid's eyes, Audie nodded, giving his hand a squeeze. "Yes, yes I do." The Chaplain was right, the paths that had led them together had been diverse and complicated, so the very fact that they were here could not be questioned.

"And Asid, do you accept this woman as your wife, to love and to cherish, to share these same responsibilities, pains, and love with, as well?"

Asid just nodded. "I do." He looked at Audie, smiling broadly, before he turned his attention back to the chaplain.

"If you two agree to this union, and if there are no objections, then you may join hands and kiss, knowing that together you are now Asid and Audie Mjolnir; under God and under the heavens themselves, husband and wife!"

Asid wasted no time, and leaned in to kiss Audie, glancing over her shoulder awkwardly at the others gathered nearby, before he just closed his eyes, and reveled in the moment. After a second, he pulled back, and muttered quietly. "I love you, Audie Mjolnir."

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Mission #14.5: "Rest and Recreation!" Chapters
Chapter #1: "Recovery" | Chapter #2: "What to Do?" | Chapter #3: "Killing Time" | Chapter #4: "Meetings" | Chapter #5: "Recreational Use" | Chapter #6: "Wedding & an Injury | Chapter #7: "End of the Day" | Chapter #8: "Base This Small"
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