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Team Meeting (closed to Team India)

Sparhawk has been spending a fair bit of time in the sensoriums, making sure that his shoulder is as fit for duty as any of his old body is. It's healed fully (which amazes him), but he's still wary. Being appointed the leader of Team India means that he wants to be in the best shape that he can be. Leadership is a job that he takes very seriously.

Which is why he is currently sitting in the Obs Deck, precariously balanced on one of the fleshy couches (he's fairly sure that he can feel it moving underneath him). He's looking intently at his Omnicom, and ever so slowly, making notes. He's starting to get the hang of this new technology.

Finally satisfied with whatever he's been working on, he stops, and looks up, pointedly avoiding looking in the direction of the statue. His left hand clenches, his thumb absently running itself over the ruby ring there. Here's it's nothing more than a reminder of his past, but it's comforting. His thumb moves to the new ring, just above it. The comns ring. He's rather unclear on how the things work, but, he'll use it.

Not sure of the best way to use it, he closes his eyes, and concentrates.

Members of Team India, please join me in the Obs Deck for a meeting. If you can't make it, I'll come to you later.

Now he waits to see if he actually managed to work the thing.

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Temperance doesn't even know what she's suppose to do on this team she's been placed on. Though luckily for her she's been placed in a team that not only has Booth but Sparhawk as well. At least she knows two of the people. And both of them she gets along with fairly well.

She steps into the Obs Deck, and casts a wary look over toward the statue. It's very disconcerting, but she shakes the feeling off and moves over to where Sparhawk is. "Do you think everyone is going to show up?" she asks. She doesn't know the other team members so she actually has no idea how reliable everyone is. Maybe Sparhawk will know more about them.

Sparhawk lays aside his omnicom, and rises to greet Temperance.

"I would hope so, Doctor Brennan, but some may have other commitments. Nevertheless, I was glad to see your name on my team, and I'm glad to see you here."

Coming from Sparhawk, this isn't flattery, it's nothing but the truth.

"I thought that it would benefit us all to get together, before we have to do anything as a team," and he cracks a rare smile. "So we don't end up falling over ourselves."

Tempe offers his a smile back. "That would probably be very advisable." she pauses, her eyebrows raising a bit. "Do you have any idea what everyone on the team can do, or is that one of the reasons you called for the meeting?"

She knows she can shoot a gun, and she knows she's a very good shot. Only problem is that she doesn't have a gun. And that still makes her a little sad. Maybe she should ask Booth if he had an extra one. Surely here, he'd give her one.

"That's why I asked for the meeting," Sparhawk explains. "My strengths lie in the sword and lance, but others use different weapons."

And as Stacey is lacking warhorses, Sparhawk is hand to hand all the way.

"From what I observed during the battle with the Taxxom's, most people here use guns. I would be in the way, most of the time."

He's already been shot once, it's something that he wants to avoid.

"Well, I'm very good at shooting, and I've mastered several forms of martial arts." she states matter-of-factly, obviously not knowing what modesty is. She could also bore people to death, but she doesn't even think about that.

Reaching up she tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I could teach you a little about shooting at the Senoriums, if you'd like. Though we'd have to make due with holographic guns as I have none of my own." Once again, Tempe almost pouts at that last part. She really wants her own gun.

Modesty would be a bit pointless in this situation, and might just end up backfiring on you. Sparhawk nods and slowly enters the information in his own peculiar shorthand.

"Master Chief has been giving me some instruction in how to use a gun," he explains. "And Lady Kate has been helping me with martial art. Any help you're willing to give would be welcomed. I have a feeling I'll be needing it."

He does frown when she mentions that she has no weapon. "That should be first then, getting a weapon. Everyone on my team will either be able to defend themselves, or be defended."

Papa Sparhawk.

Booth comes in late. Mostly because he still has a bit of a hard time finding his way around this thing and knowing what is where.

"Sorry. This place is a maze." he comments. They're talking about defense and weapons. "I'm willing to help as well...I was an expert with guns in the army." His eyes darken a bit, the past still painful. "It's not something I'm entirely proud of, but I'm not hesitant about using my skills."

"I don't use guns," says Leela, walking up to join the meeting. "But I can. I've been thinking I ought to get my hands on one, with all the ray beams and whatnot--harder to deal with that with bladed weapons."

She flashes Sparhawk a full on grin. He'd just said the magical words: Getting a weapon. Of course she's all for that. She really wants her own gun.

Temperance looks over as Booth and Leela walk in, and she nods a greeting to both of them. "Does anyone know where we can acquire guns? I can take care of myself," she looks over at Sparhawk. "And really I don't need anyone defending me."

Booth would know that's true. Temperance doesn't like the whole damsel in distress thing.

Sparhawk offers a nod of the head to Booth, and a more proper bow to Leela.

"I do not think that here we have the luxury for bad memories," he speaks to Booth. "There is no shame in killing in defense."

And yes, he's had this discussion with acolytes before. He just missed out the bit about the defense of Church and Crown.

"While new skills with weapons are good," and this one goes to Leela. "I don't want to force any of this team into using something they either don't want to, or cannot. We can come up with tactics to suit the skills of everyone"

In other words, if he can't hit a barn door with a gun, he'll do something useful like defend those that can actually aim at what they're hitting.

"We may have to quest into the depths of the lockers to find weapons," and yes, that was a little humour. This is Sparhawk's element.

Booth agrees. "She isn't kidding. She's definately capable of protecting herself." It doesn't make him stop wanting to look out for her, but it does make her protest a lot.

"I wonder if we can get in there, into the lockers" Booth can usually find things as well as people very well, being FBI, but he still has little clue about the workings of this ship. "We can make them in those sensory things, but anything you try to take out disappears. I tried it." He'd like to have some actual guns too.

"Are you going to start pestering me for one again if we get them?" he asks Brennan, half serious, half joking. "Although I never thought I'd say this but it might not be a bad idea around here if you had one."

Tempe shoots Booth an annoyed scowl. "Why would you ever think it's a bad idea if I have a gun? I only shot that man in the leg because he was trying to set me on fire!" How many times does she need to remind him about that last fact.

"Besides, I don't think I'd need to be 'pestering' you for a gun in this place." She glances over at Sparhawk. "I don't believe the FBI has any sort of jurisdiction in outer space."

"Yeah good point." Booth really couldn't stop Brennan from having one up here. "Just keep in mind that whoever this Stacy is, she doesn't like people causing trouble. I haven't experienced it myself yet, but I heard discussions about the tentacles. And some kind of zap or something. I don't know for sure, but it doesn't sound nice."

Sparhawk has no idea what the FBI is, nor outer space. What he does know however, is that this appears to be an argument of long standing.

"I'm sure that Dr. Brennan wouldn't shoot a member of the crew, unless it was proved necessary," he says.

"No, she wouldn't." Booth agreed. "We've been going on like this for quite a while...my bosses were afraid due to certain incidents. I used to tell her she had me, she didn't need a gun. But I could see it for certain reasons. I don't know if whoever runs this ship would let it be used, but like you said" he nodded toward Brennan "I personally can't stop you up here. I'd probably get broken bones if I did."

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