Scott headed to the armory but since speaking with the colonel he was feeling very unsure about the whole mission. What kind of goat-screw have I gotten myself into… Now he was in the middle of what seemed to be a political game and if there was one thing he truly hated it was politics.<br/><br/>It only took a few hours for his troops to gather their weapons and equipment and put it on standby in the gate room. However; they couldn’t leave quite yet as there was some hold up on the scientists end of things. Scott realized it must have been the monitors that the cute doctor mentioned. He chuckled to himself when he remembered the look on her face as she spoke to the colonel. She had no fear and she let the colonel know it! The girl had spunk. That or she just didn’t know any better than to piss off a colonel. Either way it gave him a laugh.<br/><br/>Scott interrupted the soldiers as they worked to pass the boredom and anxiety and instead sent them to Dr. Heath to help check equipment and pack it up. He had no idea what was taking so long but he figured it was important to make sure they had everything they needed. It’s not like there were going be any stores near by.<br/><br/>He grabbed one of two Marines that were going with him, a young sergeant named Walters and the two of them headed to where he had seen Dr. Randall working. He was hoping to offer her some assistance but as soon as they stepped into the large warehouse another member of the civilian team was struggling to load a couple of large and heavy boxes onto a forklift. Scott and the sergeant spent the next hour loading and unloading crates of food and ammunition.<br/><br/>Lunch came and went but everything was so hectic that Scott barely saw Dr. Randall as she seemed to be running this way and that getting things in order. Finally, it seemed that all was ready and they stood in the gateroom preparing to dial the Discovery. Scott lined his troops up and stood up front. The colonel gave the order to dial the gate and Scott turned to his team. “Lock and load!” He yelled just as the first chevron stopped on it’s target.<br/><br/>The lights dimmed in the room, some kind of power fluctuation but other than that everything seemed to be going smoothly. Finally the last chevron fell into place and the wormhole shot out from the center of the now opened gate. Scott’s heart pounded in his chest as adrenaline shot through his body. He reminded himself it wasn’t his first trip through a stargate but it didn’t help.<br/><br/>The colonel gave the order and the remote controlled probe drove up the ramp through the now familiar blue puddle. It seemed like everyone in the room was holding their breath and after what seemed like five minutes but was probably far less than that, the remote operator spoke up, “Atmosphere normal, no radiation. Ambient temperature is 30 degrees Fahrenheit and there does appear to be power to the ship. No hostiles in sight.” The colonel barely waited for the man to finish and then yelled, “Captain Scott! You are go!”<br/><br/>The plan was for Scotts' team to cross the wormhole secure the immediate area as quickly as possible and then signal for the rest of the group. He would have preferred a lot more time but the wormhole could only be kept open for 38 minutes and they only had enough power for this one shot. There were so many supplies that they would be rushing to get everything and everyone through.<br/><br/>As soon as the word “Go” entered his ears, Scott raised his P-90 into the ready and charged up the ramp and into puddle. In less than an instant he had crossed galaxies and found himself crossing a cold hard floor in a large empty chamber. His team followed closely behind and secured the room like clockwork. He keyed up his radio, “All Clear.”<br/>