Boxes flew through the puddle on this side of the galaxy and began to pile up in front of the gate. Scott felt like he should order some of his troops to gather up the gear but he knew there were plenty of civilians who could do that. And right now his job and the job of his team was to secure the area surrounding the gate room. Dr. Heath had already walked off without an escort and he had sent two of his team after her as soon as he saw her disappear through the door.<br/><br/>All indications were that the ship was unoccupied but since they weren’t sure, Scott felt he had no other choice then to search it. He started delegating two man teams to search the immediate area. Scott paused in giving his orders as he watched Dr. Randall work. He was impressed. She seemed to be a natural leader and he doubted she even knew of that particular talent. Within a very short period of time she had arranged for boxes to be sorted, counted and moved. And she continued to send people on errands like a…well like a seasoned Captain.<br/><br/>He suddenly realized he had been staring at her again when she turned and approached him. Her face appeared stern and he thought she might be angry at him for staring at her but then she spoke up to tell him the real reason she had approached him. She was giving him orders! It was bad enough that he was going to be taking orders from one civilian but now he started to worry that every civilian might start to think they could order his troops around. That is something he would not stand for. There would be a very definite chain of command, even among the civilians…there had to be.<br/><br/>Scott formed a retort in his head, something about how he wasn’t going to let his warriors be ordered to and fro like dogs! But he quickly calmed himself; after all, there was a lot to be done in a very short time and his people needed to work at least as hard as the civilians; even harder. He smiled tightly at her, smiling more at her pretty face than her petty orders. “No problem. I’ll get my people on that right away; as soon as we finish securing the immediate area.” He said, in a tone of voice that only a psychologist would recognize as patronizing. He lowered rifle slowly and grabbed the clip board with his free hand.<br/><br/>When she finally turned to go back to her work his eyes lingered a little too long on her backside as his smile softened; she was definitely easy on the eyes. Scott quickly forced himself back to the serious task at hand. He sent one small patrol off in one direction and he led a second patrol in another. He hadn’t intended to search the whole ship as the ship was far too large for an undertaking of that sort; instead he had only wanted to clear the hallways and rooms which were immediately adjacent to the one they arrived in. Even this task took far longer than he had planned as each hallway led to a new hallway or a suite of rooms.<br/><br/>Finally however, Scott had to call a stop to the security check; there was just too much area to search. He recalled his team back to the gate room and went to work on the boxes which had been left behind. He ordered four of his team to stay at the ready while he and the rest of the team moved the boxes and bags of food supplies to the mess hall. The weapons and ammo would have to wait until they could find a secure area to store them and that would have to wait until they were able to finish searching the ship…and that would have to wait till…. Damn! There was so much work to be done!<br/><br/>Once all but the military gear was moved into the chow hall he headed to the makeshift control room, there he found Dr. Heath and several other civilians as well as the cute Dr. Randall, going over room arrangements and a million other problems. Scott walked in calmly and stood quietly until he was addressed. It was moments like this he was glad someone else was in charge.<br/>