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Faith was bored and irritated, never a good combination in the Dark Slayer. Or really any slayer for that matter, but it seemed to be worse when it involved Faith. She was trying to be patient as she looked around at the multitude of uniforms, all of the people getting ready to head out of Antarctica for a new land ... far far away. She growled in irritation as someone came to close. The kind doctor seemed to get the point and walked away from her rather quickly. Dark eyes scanned the room, checking for her Slayers and Dawn, who was helping translate. She grinned a little as another soldier eyeballed her outfit. She and the other slayers had basic atlantis uniforms, but for fighting they would wear what they deemed 'Slay-Gear'. It involved denim and leather and not much else, depending on which slayer it was and what they were comfortable in. For faith it was her black leather pants, black leather biker boots, white wife beater and black leather jacket. She looked like some sort of bad-ass centerfold with her long curly hair and her dark bedroom eyes. Her eyes suddenly snapped to McKay as Sumner joined him. She wandered over to McKay, she had a soft spot for the Canadian, he was snarky and condescending, but he was also refreshingly honest.
"I don't answer to you," The doctor told Sumner.
"That's what he told me sir," A random airman told the colonel.
"That's what your sidearms for," Sumner said dryly. Faith sidled up to them and leaned a hip against the machine Rodney was playing with.
"They trying to take away your toy Rod?" Faith purred as McKay glared at the two men and then at Faith.
"Like you I ignored the whole playing nice with the other kids lesson," McKay gave her a mocking smile. Faith turned heavy lidded eyes on the colonel and blinked slowly.
"I don't answer to you either," Faith reminded him with a smirk as the man growled. Her smirk grew as he turned and walked away, the airman still standing there not knowing what to do. She winked at the poor man and turned to McKay only to realize that he'd gone back to ignoring her and fiddling with the machine. She shrugged and wandered back into the crowd.
"Could I have everyone's attention please!" Weir called as she walked up the ramp to the gate. "We are about to try and make a connection. We have been unable to predict exactly how much power this is going to take and we may only get the one chance at this. So if we are able to achieve a stable wormhole, we're not gonna risk shutting the gate down. We'll send in the malp robot probe, check for viability and go. Everything in one shot."
"That's how I like it," Faith leered at Dawn, who was now standing beside her, frowning at the slayer.
"You're ruining her speech for me," Dawn told her severely. Faith shrugged at turned her attention back to the older woman.
"Every one of you volunteered for this mission and you represent over a dozen countries. You are the world's best and brightest and in light of the adventure we are about to embark on. You are also the bravest. I hope we all return one day having discovered a whole new realm for humanity to explore but as all of you know. We may never be able to return home. I'd like to offer you all one last chance to withdraw your participation." Everyone looked around at everyone else. Not a single hand raised. They'd known what they were getting themselves into when this all started. Still, Weir looked relieved. "Begin the dialing sequence."
Faith winked at Dawn and sauntered up the ramp to stand beside Sumner and Sheppard. As the head of the Slayers she was allowed to be in the first group to hop the galaxy. She lowered her hands, carressing the outside of her thighs and then her lower back to make sure her favorite knives were still in place. A quick hop in place made sure neither of the knives in her boots wiggled. The brunette cracked her neck and pulled up her Zat, ready to face anything they might find at the other side of the gate.
"Let me make myself clear Major. Neither of you are here by my choice." Sumner said in a low voice as he stepped between them. Faith raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sure you'll warm up to me once you get to know me sir," Sheppard told him. Faith snorted.
"Personally I don't give a shit," Faith said with a shrug. Sheppard frowned at her, but it was nothing compared to Sumner's glare.
"You'd better remember who's giving the orders little girl," Sumner growled at her. Faith smiled impishly.
"I thought we went over this already. I don't answer to you ... in fact I really don't answer to anyone. Once on the other side I am in charge of the Slayer contingent and I'll cooperate with Dr. Weir," Faith shrugged.
"Then the answer would be 'Dr. Weir is giving the orders,' wouldn't it?" Sheppard asked Faith innocently. Their conversation came to an end as the last Chevron engaged and the wormhole activated. Sumner's attention turned to his men.
"Let's go people we don't know how much time we've got. Security teams one and two, you're up first. All other personnel will follow on our signal, once on the other side keep moving. Clear the Disembarkation area. On my lead." Sumner called as he was moving up the ramp. Faith raised an eyebrow and turned to see where Weir was only to find her already moving towards them, grabbing her pack and jogging up the ramp.
"Hold on Colonel, we go together," She told him as she got to his side.
"Fair enough," Sumner nodded. Faith stood beside Sheppard and a marine named Ford that was kind of fun.
"What's it feel like?" Sheppard asked after a moment.
"Hurts like hell sir," Ford told him with a serious face before suddenly grinning and throwing himself backwards through the gate with a cheer.
"Stop being a baby," Faith told Sheppard as he put his hand against the blue energy. As the man closed his eyes Faith shoved him forward into it. Before turning around again.
"Behave," She told her girls before stepping through backwards. She turned around as she exited the wormhole and looked around as Sumner issued orders and Marines went running about. Faith stayed beside the gate, helping get the heavy stuff away from the incoming path of people. Dawn was the last one through the gate. She stopped and gave Weir a thumbs up.
"General O'Neill. Atlantis base, offers greetings from the Pegasus Galaxy. You may cut power to the gate." the doctor said over her radio, unable to hide the glee in her face. Faith turned toward the gate as a champagne bottle rolled through. She picked it up and read the tag with a smile. Bon Voyage
-General Jack O'Neill.
"Jack sends his love," Faith told her, handing her the bottle and heading over to round up her girls. They'd finished moving the heavy equipment and had started bugging the scientists.