<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">Captain John Sheppard</span></strong><br/><br/>A big grin was etched on the good Captain's face. He had just arrived at the nearby airbase as the pilot of the F-15 Eagle two-seat fighter. They were commonly used to get a single military officer from one base to the next. He had been at Area 51 before, one of the test pilots for the Death Glider they had there. Now that thing could fly! Yet, the American officer still preferred the F-15 or F-16. To him, the earth-created technology felt more like home and easier to utilize. It was a sharp contrast with the weird glowing ball that was the steer for any Goa'uld craft apparently.<br/><br/>Today had been a speedy day, just how he loved them most.<br/><br/>At the moment, he was finishing the unpacking of his bags. As an officer, he had received private quarters. He had requested them, for since his divorce, he made due with on-base lodgings, never having bothered to look for a house again. He didn't have a lot of personal items, exept for some of his awards, a carved game of chess and his favorite books. The things that he loved the most were all part of his job. Adventure, sports and anything that goes faster than 200 mph.<br/><br/>Having finished decorating his newest 'home', John set out to go to the meeting room he had set aside for his team. He wanted a face to face with his entire team at once. He hadn't even met all of them yet, except for Doctor Kerrigan, the archeologist for his team.<br/><br/>Making his way through the underground hallways, he arrived at the small meeting room first. The drab, grey walls looked rather gloomy, but the state of the art table and ergonomic leather chair more than made up for it. With a little-boy's grin, Sheppard took the one at the head of the table, placed his file down and started swivelling around.