[SH] For the Record...
Aug. 4th, 2008 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shepcrew(ooc: For the curious.)
(From here.)
WraithLead3: Shep wants to know how much trouble he's in for bring MIa and sundry back to Atlantis.without consulting Weir?
nicdorcha: Weir: *folds her arms over her chest* I'll think about it.
Shep: *is sheepish and contrite*
Weir; *sighs* Honestly, John, I can sort of understand why, but... why?
Shep: Because I'm morbidly curious?
Weir: Mmm. And how should that outweigh Atlantis security concerns?
Shep: *sighs* It doesn't. I figured the intel we could gather would be worth it. This kid didn't know anything about the Ancients, or the Stargate.
Weir: *sighs* That's something, anyway. And what do you know about her?
Shep: Just that she was being hunted by those other guys.
Weir: Mm-hmm. And what do you know about "those other guys"?
Shep: *shakes his head* Absolutely nothing. We knocked'em out before we could talk to'em. I killed the leader.
Weir: So, to re-cap. You went out. You found a conflict the particulars of which you know nothing about. You killed the leader of a group of which you know nothing about. And you brought home a girl, whom, again, you know nothing about.
Shep: *ponders* ....Yeah, that about sums it up.
Weir: ... *suddenly tired* Go... go write up your report and get some rest. I need to think about this.
Shep: *nods and doesn't complain* Yes ma'am. *refrains from saluting*
(Following this)
Shep: I think I should throw myself into the brig....
Weir: That won't be necessary. Yet.
Shep: Please don't kill me.
Weir: *folds arms over her chest*
Shep: *peers at her* You're going to make me beg, aren't you?
Weir: I've thought about it. *sighs* John, what you did was reckless and dangerous. She could have a disease we have no immunity to or knowledge of, she could be a spy, she could be a sleeper, she could be, for all we know, some sort of royalty or personage who will be missed and they'll come looking for her with an army.
Weir: I know you know better. What happened?
Shep: *sighs* She could be a Wraith worshipper, or a Replicator. I know. And...I don't know what happened. I made a snap decision. It's what I do, Elizabeth. We saw them and I tried to stop the chase so we could sort it all out. When we landed, it became apparent that they were the bad guys. They said she was their bounty, Elizabeth.
Weir: *dryly* Perhaps she's their bounty for a good reason, John.
Shep: *sighs again* She's had plenty of time and opportunity to do us harm. They said she'd given them more trouble than their last few bounties combined, and if that's true, then it would have been nothing for her to take us out, injured or not.
Weir: Be that as it may... You need to stop bringing home strays, John. First Inara, now this woman? *head tilting slightly* Did you know what she would do with the transponder code you gave her? For that matter, how did you know we wouldn't shoot Inara on sight when she walked in without you?
Shep: I knew Inara for a bit...not long, but enough to know that I could trust her. Hell, the way she goggled at the 'Gate.... *ignores the fact that Inara's schooled in making men believe what they want*...I figured the possibility of her having 'Gate access was slim to none.
Shep: And as for you not shooting at her...
Shep: *wry smile* I knew you wouldn't have. She could have been royalty, or personage who'd be missed enough to warrant an army for a search party.
Weir: Or she could have wandered in just when we were expecting an arrival from rebel Genii, Wraith sympathizers, even the Goa'uld. She certainly carries herself like she could be a Goa'uld, sometimes.
Shep: *toes the ground* Aaaaand, I was sorta hoping that maybe I'd be on-base when she arrived so I could prevent you from shooting her, if it came to that. Me not being there was just bad timing.
Weir: *sighs* You were hoping.
Shep: That was the original plan. If she found a 'Gate, she could dial Atlantis and enter with my IDC. I'd be here to blink and go nutty with all of you until the identity of our visitor would hit me and I'd vouch for her then and there. That Inara found and dialed her 'Gate while I was off-world really was bad timing. She comes from another universe, nearly. How cvould she know?
Weir: Why should she have the Gate code in the first place? Why couldn't she simply send you a message to say she'd found a Stargate and then you could work the details out beforehand?
Shep: *closes his eyes briefly*Yes, that would have been a better plan, but... I wasn't thinking. There was...I was riding out the tail end of an argument...well, not an argument, per se, but close enough...and my head wasn't in the right place. Giving her my IDC and our address....it just felt right at the time.
Weir: You're the military leader of this expedition John. *quietly* You can't afford to risk everyone's lives on what feels right at the time, not when you have alternatives available to you. Yes, that may fly under battlefield conditions, but you had time to think this one over, and you didn't. Just as from what it sounds like you had time to think over whether or not you were going to involve yourself in this conflict, and you didn't.
Shep: I know that. And I was only made the military commander on your reccomendations. Perhaps I'm not the only one who's misplaced my trust in the past.
Weir: Perhaps. *sighs, sitting down and rubbing her temples* Take two weeks, John. Take the vacation time, figure out if you can still do your job as well as you used to, and if my judgment was misplaced. *slight smile* Maybe Inara can help you figure that out. *is not being facetious, either, as she genuinely likes the woman* I'll see you in my office at 1000 in two weeks.
Shep: *blinks, attempts to say several things, but doesn't* *finally nods* Two weeks, then.
Weir: *nods, dismissing him with a sigh and slumping over*
Shep: *walks away, catching the slump out of the corner of his eye and sighing*
(From here.)
WraithLead3: Shep wants to know how much trouble he's in for bring MIa and sundry back to Atlantis.without consulting Weir?
nicdorcha: Weir: *folds her arms over her chest* I'll think about it.
Shep: *is sheepish and contrite*
Weir; *sighs* Honestly, John, I can sort of understand why, but... why?
Shep: Because I'm morbidly curious?
Weir: Mmm. And how should that outweigh Atlantis security concerns?
Shep: *sighs* It doesn't. I figured the intel we could gather would be worth it. This kid didn't know anything about the Ancients, or the Stargate.
Weir: *sighs* That's something, anyway. And what do you know about her?
Shep: Just that she was being hunted by those other guys.
Weir: Mm-hmm. And what do you know about "those other guys"?
Shep: *shakes his head* Absolutely nothing. We knocked'em out before we could talk to'em. I killed the leader.
Weir: So, to re-cap. You went out. You found a conflict the particulars of which you know nothing about. You killed the leader of a group of which you know nothing about. And you brought home a girl, whom, again, you know nothing about.
Shep: *ponders* ....Yeah, that about sums it up.
Weir: ... *suddenly tired* Go... go write up your report and get some rest. I need to think about this.
Shep: *nods and doesn't complain* Yes ma'am. *refrains from saluting*
(Following this)
Shep: I think I should throw myself into the brig....
Weir: That won't be necessary. Yet.
Shep: Please don't kill me.
Weir: *folds arms over her chest*
Shep: *peers at her* You're going to make me beg, aren't you?
Weir: I've thought about it. *sighs* John, what you did was reckless and dangerous. She could have a disease we have no immunity to or knowledge of, she could be a spy, she could be a sleeper, she could be, for all we know, some sort of royalty or personage who will be missed and they'll come looking for her with an army.
Weir: I know you know better. What happened?
Shep: *sighs* She could be a Wraith worshipper, or a Replicator. I know. And...I don't know what happened. I made a snap decision. It's what I do, Elizabeth. We saw them and I tried to stop the chase so we could sort it all out. When we landed, it became apparent that they were the bad guys. They said she was their bounty, Elizabeth.
Weir: *dryly* Perhaps she's their bounty for a good reason, John.
Shep: *sighs again* She's had plenty of time and opportunity to do us harm. They said she'd given them more trouble than their last few bounties combined, and if that's true, then it would have been nothing for her to take us out, injured or not.
Weir: Be that as it may... You need to stop bringing home strays, John. First Inara, now this woman? *head tilting slightly* Did you know what she would do with the transponder code you gave her? For that matter, how did you know we wouldn't shoot Inara on sight when she walked in without you?
Shep: I knew Inara for a bit...not long, but enough to know that I could trust her. Hell, the way she goggled at the 'Gate.... *ignores the fact that Inara's schooled in making men believe what they want*...I figured the possibility of her having 'Gate access was slim to none.
Shep: And as for you not shooting at her...
Shep: *wry smile* I knew you wouldn't have. She could have been royalty, or personage who'd be missed enough to warrant an army for a search party.
Weir: Or she could have wandered in just when we were expecting an arrival from rebel Genii, Wraith sympathizers, even the Goa'uld. She certainly carries herself like she could be a Goa'uld, sometimes.
Shep: *toes the ground* Aaaaand, I was sorta hoping that maybe I'd be on-base when she arrived so I could prevent you from shooting her, if it came to that. Me not being there was just bad timing.
Weir: *sighs* You were hoping.
Shep: That was the original plan. If she found a 'Gate, she could dial Atlantis and enter with my IDC. I'd be here to blink and go nutty with all of you until the identity of our visitor would hit me and I'd vouch for her then and there. That Inara found and dialed her 'Gate while I was off-world really was bad timing. She comes from another universe, nearly. How cvould she know?
Weir: Why should she have the Gate code in the first place? Why couldn't she simply send you a message to say she'd found a Stargate and then you could work the details out beforehand?
Shep: *closes his eyes briefly*Yes, that would have been a better plan, but... I wasn't thinking. There was...I was riding out the tail end of an argument...well, not an argument, per se, but close enough...and my head wasn't in the right place. Giving her my IDC and our address....it just felt right at the time.
Weir: You're the military leader of this expedition John. *quietly* You can't afford to risk everyone's lives on what feels right at the time, not when you have alternatives available to you. Yes, that may fly under battlefield conditions, but you had time to think this one over, and you didn't. Just as from what it sounds like you had time to think over whether or not you were going to involve yourself in this conflict, and you didn't.
Shep: I know that. And I was only made the military commander on your reccomendations. Perhaps I'm not the only one who's misplaced my trust in the past.
Weir: Perhaps. *sighs, sitting down and rubbing her temples* Take two weeks, John. Take the vacation time, figure out if you can still do your job as well as you used to, and if my judgment was misplaced. *slight smile* Maybe Inara can help you figure that out. *is not being facetious, either, as she genuinely likes the woman* I'll see you in my office at 1000 in two weeks.
Shep: *blinks, attempts to say several things, but doesn't* *finally nods* Two weeks, then.
Weir: *nods, dismissing him with a sigh and slumping over*
Shep: *walks away, catching the slump out of the corner of his eye and sighing*
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Date: 2008-08-05 02:46 am (UTC)Re: ooc
Date: 2008-08-05 01:55 pm (UTC)But hold off on your sympathies until his chat with Inara is done. You may want to beat him up instead...
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Date: 2008-08-05 06:24 pm (UTC)Re: ooc
Date: 2008-08-05 07:10 pm (UTC)(Yeah, he has a tendency to make rash decisions. He's mellowed quite a bit since season 1, and is less prone to it, but still, he does tend to make snappish decisions that come back to bite him in the ass later on.