A Legacy left Behind - Initial encounters

Part 1

He definitely did not see the white light and the mild buzz that enveloped the capable-sounding officer and himself, which whisked them off the floor of hell that was John's home for the past five days and deposited them in a very very cold place.

Infirmary

Terra Atlantus - Ancient Defense Outpost

Antarctica

The moment his base atoms reassembled into being inside the Outpost, John felt something in him settle in a way that he never even knew he needed. It was soothing and welcoming in a way that left him breathless. He took a second to wonder how he even went through his whole life until now without this vital and vibrant part of him that slotted into his mind like homecoming. Like it had been waiting for him too and like it belonged with him. He felt a warm bemusement and assurance wrapping around him like a blanket and he surrendered to the blackness that did not seem so endless and frightening now, with a soft sigh.

..........

The scene surrounding John Sheppard was in direct contrast to his inner serenity. Medical staff around him was busy prepping him for the transfer to a stasis pod that was getting increasingly insistent about getting its charge deposited in it.

"Oh for the love of... get that man inside the pod already Carson, before this whole forsaken place decide to implode on all of us." Said Rodney impatiently from the corner he had been pushed into by one of the nurses. Seven kinds of error messages were chirping for attention on his PDA alone and he was pretty sure the chair had gone dormant already, diverting its own power to the cause as well.

"Aye, I'm going to get the lad's baseline quickly Rodney, in case this thing doesn't work as predicted. He is in bad shape so you had better hope this Outpost knows what its bloody doing." Came the acerbic reply from the Scottish doctor.

True to his word the doctor did not delay further and they had the prone body of one John Sheppard, Air Force Major, gently placed inside the pod that was waiting impatiently with its door slid open. It was emitting a soft hum and a warm room temperature setting complete with an interior filled with a soft blue gel-like substance not unlike the pads of the weapons chair.

The whole apparatus had been hiding in the depths of the Outpost since the incident with General O'Neill. The scientists and the doctors had given up long ago trying to coax the stasis pod out of its shell for further study.

Once it had its charge, the stasis pod closed up and the nearest monitor woke up. It had some sort of medical jargon that made sense to Carson, judging by the relieved sigh that escaped him. The doctor wasted no time organizing his minions to monitor the screen and keep vigil. It was obvious the man was a skeptic when it came to trusting his patients to 10,000 year old medical equipment with agendas.

Rodney wondered what other juicy gadgets would be offered up to him on plates complete with light shows once the flyboy was fixed up enough to be useful. "Hmm might have to call dibs on him to get him on the chair, maybe work up a schedule. I will need to get him to focus on all those locked archives, power resource managements... hmm...if these military types ever release him to me that is. Huh..." He let his mind wander while he entered the thoughts and plans into his PDA that this new addition would bring.

Admin Building

Parwan Detention Facility

Near Bagram Airbase

Afghanistan.

For one SEAL team platoon leader Lieutenant Steven J. McGarrett, the scene he found himself in was surreal. He was surrounded by Marines clad in black and grey, rather than standard issue uniforms. And except for one hard ass Colonel, none of them were showing any insignia. It reeked of black ops and he should know.