~ A Woolsey Episode ~
(Synopsis of New Series Woolsey Episode In Progress)
Background: A resource rich uninhabited planet located early into Destiny's journey from Earth, accessed through the new Tauri built stargate. A mining conglomerate was awarded the contract to mine naquadah, titanium, and other metals which would be processed into building materials for the Daedalus class shipyard. However, strife among the workers toward management has grown to now have resulted in a workforce shutdown with a labor strike. With the supply line of raw material coming to a halt and Daedalus fleet ship construction slowing to a crawl, the International Advisory representative Woolsey was tasked with bringing the mining operations back online.
A rival mining company whose growing debt has become more difficult to manage, had opted to influence a supervisor on the mining project to instill distrust among the workers toward management and for the supervisor to delay provisions meant for morale to the point of frustration. Food shipment mishandled, personal items lost in transit (just like losing luggage at the airport), crates mislabeled "Food" for "Equipment" and vise versa. Laundry machines breaking down, electrical power disrupted, personal "mail" video files from family accidentally deleted.. that sort of thing. The rival company wants a bad review along with a messy human relations management record to be the icing on the cake for a strike. If the International Oversight Advisory deems the current mining contractor to be unreliable in meeting the terms of the contract for shipment timetables. Then a contract clause could be applied in which the mining job would go to the 2nd choice contractor. The influenced supervisor would have been seduced by the promise of promotion to an onsite manager as well as perks associated with such a responsible position "
..as his current experience would become invaluable when the new conglomerate takes over mining operations". The rival conglomerate would want this to happen as it would provide them a favorable status to then bid more successfully on future contracts on other uninhabited mineral-rich worlds.
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Woolsey first appearance is him on the phone in a personal call in which he is overheard talking to (someone named "Mara") who is apparently pregnant and Woolsey speaks softly on the phone about how pampered she is and how much he looks forward to seeing her when he gets home. The secretary to the office of one of the Advisory Committee members can't help but overhear Woolsey and clears her throat in polite manner. Woolsey says goodbye and shuts off his cellphone. Looking up slowly, he wears no expression and returns to the semblence of professionalism. The secretary motions toward the open door which stands the Advisory member who silently waits for Woolsey to meet him officially. Signalling his secretary, the Advisory member follows Woolsey into his office. Woolsey is offered some refreshment but declines, then the Advisory member walks from the private bar back to his ostentatious leather executive chair with a window view of the cityscape below.
Meeting with the point-of-contact from the International Oversight Advisory, Woolsey is brought up to speed with mineral contract delivery timetables becoming a real problem and that the Daedalus construction shipyards have been put on standby until more resources become available. It's been literally weeks since the miner strike with no real progress made in returning operations back to normal. That the protection of Earth and her allies relies upon those Daedalus ships being finished. The Advisory member stands at the window, looking downward at the busy streets below. "I know from your resume, you have handled yourself quite successfully in very difficult circumstances. Since you've seen the horrors of what lives out there in the dark, I believe that I have chosen.. a good man for this task."
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Woolsey is escorted by SG-23 through the new stargate and onto a noisy planet in which discontent is measured by the yardage of raw material not being mined. Heavy equipment sits cold in the November rain.. Woolsey looks up and wonders if it is actually November here. Burying himself deeper into his dress overcoat, he makes his way through the slop and the mud to where the noise is coming from. Another group of unpleasant workers given to yelling and not listening. A smaller group of supervisors stands in front of the small administrative building complex trying to use their university psychology training to deflate the situation.. to negligible effect. Like shouting into a thunderstorm, all you get is.. "wet". The crowd parts when the lead of SG-23 fires his handgun into the air, then holsters it. Woolsey walks forward to meet with the supervisors who lets him into the building. The female member of the SG team stands on a chair in front of the administrative building entrance and speaks loudly to the crowd, "Okay people, eyes on me. I need everyone's eyes on me". She asks for the crowd to divide into three lines for their voices to be heard, females center line.. males under 30 to the left.. males over 30 to the right. She stands in front of the middle line, notebook pulled out from her backpack and pencils down names of each woman and bulletpoints the issue of their complaint. SG-23 Commander and 2nd in command each takes one of the other lines. The rest of SG-23 stands in front of the administrative doors which Woolsey walked through.
(Note on new security forces armament, It's a regular stock high caliber military issue for all Stargate Teams, but with an additional modification of having a Zat'nik'tel charged "soft grenade" (end of barrel adapter as in Vietnam) launcher which launches multiple charged "bean bags" into a crowd of rioting civilians and thereby immobilizing the core of any group through shock
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Toward the end of Woolsey's meeting with the onsite conglomerate management liason (actual project manager is conveniently back on earth for their safety and manages the site by proxy through supervisors). Woolsey is given supervisor access to incident records in order for him to get a background of the troubles which have been plaguing operations here. He is provided lodging in a spare office-recently-turned-VIP Suite. Woolsey's wearied expression is in realization that he doesn't look forward to getting any sleep anytime soon, still he thanks the attending supervisor for such luxury. Meanwhile, SG-23 makes camp in the lobby of the small administrative building, and takes shifts on perimeter patrol. The next day, the woman member of the SG team is knocking on doors in the encampment to follow up on the complaints which they were noting down earlier. Perhaps in the bunch, someone would divulge something more meaty in the way of a testimonial. While she attends to "soft diplomacy", her backup helps get an air conditioner unit back in operation in the room next door. Conspicuously remaining nearby if needed, yet allowing privacy for her work to succeed.
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In this scene, Woolsey is back on Earth and in the office of the Advisory Committee member to provide a tentative progress report of his findings. They are not happy that things are going so slow, and expresses the need for him to hurry things up. Woolsey states how he is following up on witness testimonials as another path toward resolution of the workforce strike. The Advisory member is unhappy about the time wasted on even more paperwork with witness statements and more firmly encourages Woolsey to focus on suppressing the strike. With the SG team, he has options.. if he would simply use them. Woolsey starts to disagree in principle, but is stopped mid-sentence as the Advisory member rotates his ostentatious leather executive chair toward the window. "How is your new family doing, Mr. Woolsey?" states the Advisory member, looking downward toward the busy streets below. It is in the late evening and streetlights have lit up the view of foot traffic coming and going. "You have a child on the way, is that right?" Again, the Advisory member asks a question that goes unanswered. He rises from his leather throne and stands at the window, looking down on all the people he sees beneath him. "Look at all those people down there in that noisy commotion. Walking back and forth, to and fro. Either in search of work.. or in search of food. Such busy commotion simply to purchase a bit more influence with what little time each of them may have left. The whole world revolves around one thing or another, but for our kind the currency of the day.. is
influence."
Woolsey just stares at the blankness of the moment. Camera view of bottom half of Woolsey's face as he grits his teeth. "Your point..?"
The Advisory member opens with a sigh. "It's a volatile uncertain job market out there, Mr. Woolsey. No one really knows if their job will be there for them next month, next week.. or even tomorrow. Unexpected turns in the market could cause layoffs, good people going hungry.. and things progressively grow darker for them after that. You're a family man now, aren't you Mr. Woolsey. A loved one at home and a baby on the way.. as I overheard it earlier." A deafening silence hangs in the ambiance of the darkening office. With a difficult swallow, Woolsey clears his throat and tensely states, "..are you threatening me?" The Advisory member momentarily looks away from his entertainment at the window toward Woolsey to assess his level of emotional aggression but only sees a blank slate, then returns to his favored distraction on the streets below. "..my apologies, I must have been simply thinking out loud. You may leave now, Mr. Woolsey, I believe you have business elsewhere to attend to. And one last thing, the others may be hesitant about the delicacy of your particular skillset in handling something as explosive as this emergency can ignite into. But I still consider you a good man for this difficult task. And a good man is never.. without options. Good day Mr. Woolsey."
(more tomorrow, starting from this cliffhanger and diving into a surprise cameo appearance before ending with an unexpected plot twist)
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Mr. Woolsey meets Earthside with the Mining Conglomerate's general manager in order to more directly receive an administrative point of view of why things went south unaddressed as they did. Sitting for what seemed like an hour, Mr. Woolsey looked at his watch on the walk out of the manager's office and was surprised that only 15 minutes had elapsed. So much was spoken by that man, yet there was no real relevance which connected to the events he witnessed first hand when SG-23 escorted him to that mining camp operation. There's clearly a disconnect, somewhere, Mr. Woolsey had an unsettling feeling inside which he couldn't put his finger on. What missing piece of the puzzle should he be looking for? Then his stomach grumbled, and he realized that disturbed feeling inside was his hunger. He looked at his watch, time was ticking and he was a servant to lists and schedules. He travelled back to the new stargate program to brief operations, then to have them dial the gate on the current mining planet. Stepping through the event horizon, Mr. Woolsey was met at the stargate by a wall of muscle in the form of one lone SG-23 team member who was stationed at the stargate awaiting his eventual return. Mr. Woolsey's stomach growled again at the smell of the chocolate protein bar which was still being finished off by the team member. "Just escort me to whatever passes as a public cafeteria here, I'm in more need of food than decorum". With that, he stepped off the gate platform and his first foot went deep into muck, pulling his foot up missing the shoe.
"..just another day in paradise, huh Mr. Woolsey?", said Graham, the SG-23 team member who reached into the muck to retrieve Mr. Woolsey's missing shoe. Mr. Woolsey is handed a rather unsightly clump which once was his prized #558 Black Calfskin Leather shoe with Erco leather heels and full leather lining which he recently purchased from Alden's Shoes. Dumping out the muck, he begrudgingly removes his other shoe and both socks, then walks toward the encampment on bare feet.
Their food store had better be worth it, he thinks to himself.
(Timestamp in lower right of screen changes, as does scene to more relaxed setting)
Scene, personal administrative office afforded to Woolsey for his official machinations as a lawyer and diplomatic. Papers strewn here and there on an otherwise neat and organized office desk. Woolsey slightly hunched over on personal project of watch repair. Similar in nature to his profession as a lawyer as well as a diplomat, handling with delicate care of putting together small fragile details which forms a working model of a larger concept. Woolsey strangely enough finds this activity to be quite relaxing. At least these small pieces won't have political connections or personal favors to call in which could result in an investigator unceremoniously found dead in a muddy ditch outside some no-name town or else their family members secretly abducted and used as collateral. No, surgical watch repair follows a more logical and less deceptive progress of events, though the stress level is surprisingly similar.
Into the room comes one of the SG-23 members to check on Woolsey, who hasn't been hearing the comm chatter on the walkie. Lights on the Stargate was activating.. someone or
something was already enroute travelling through a wormhole tunneling through the fabric of spacetime. Woolsey's focused attention is reluctantly drawn from his pursuit of engineered perfection, to the tap on his shoulder from the SG team member. Coming back to so-called reality, Woolsey lowers his headphones which "What's I've Done" by Linkin Park could be heard. This takes the SG team member by surprise who call it out, "..you listen to LInkin Park? I thought you more the tuxedo concerto type". Woolsey continues to face forward, his weary eyes on the clockwork task at hand, and replies, "A mix tape, on MP3.. though to have seen LInkin Park live in Red Square, Moscow 2011.. in Russia would have been icing on the proverbial cake. But I could only get it through pay-per-view, as I was otherwise engaged in a briefing on a legal matter.. which is still classified." Woolsey carefully places his watch parts back into a small armored case labelled "Diplomatic Personal Effects", stands up and with the tip of his right forefinger, pushes up his glasses onto the bridge of his nose and attends to the SG member to receive the news.
SG Member> "Mr. Woolsey, you wanted to be notified when there was stargate traffic inbound, and the miners have all been gathered around the area of the stargate.. as you have instructed."
Mr. Woolsey> "Good, thank you lieutenant. Though it's a bit early, I'm expecting that the inbound traffic would be a VIP guest which I scheduled with Star Gate Command to provide as a Human Resources liaison to help with this mission. A guest speaker to address the miners of the larger picture at play here. That and along with a measure of prudence, I should hope to effectively end this miner strike and subsequent mission in the next 23 hours." (Digital Time Clock appears in lower right hand corner of screen, counting down from 23:00) Mr. Woolsey steps to the office window and looks out in the direction of the stargate, one of the last surviving remnants of a race known as the "Ancients". A simple bracelet on the ground, waiting to adorn the right arm of whoever is strong enough to claim it. "We just have to play the cards which we've been dealt this hand, and through negotiation or fakery.. to survive the round till the next hand is dealt." Interlopers they all were, cattle rustlers making off with prime beef off Mother Nature's ranch. Still, ships are needed to be built to replace those lost in battle, and our influence ferried upon each ship. The minerals here are to bolster that fledgling fleet with even more ships. Naquadah research being conducted in hopes of providing a more durable plate armor. All those hopes, hang within a noose about to pull taut from this miner strike. This has to end.. and soon.
The final light activates on the Destiny network stargate with a familiar 5th Dimensional compression wave explosion erupting from within the gate ring. On this previously uninhabited world, rich in naquadah mineral and untouched by oppression or malice save that of the natural law of survival, out of the shimmering event horizon, steps out 2 serpent honor guard of Apophis. One subdues a nearby SG-23 team member while the other bears their charged staff weapon aimed at the gathered crowd of people at the stargate. Nearby SG-23 team members draw their rifles, replaces their gun-loaded civilian ammo clip ("rubber bullets") with a red ("deadly force") clip. Barrels aimed at the two new arrivals standing in front of the event horizon, fingers on the trigger awaiting their commanding officer's order of authorized use of deadly force.. to open fire.
(more to come)
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(Note to self: Thursday, Aug 25th.. Youtube video bit to lubricate synaptic neuron flow in higher brain function for continuation of storyline)
Woolsey's diligent attentiveness to detail in accomplishing the assigned mission task provides political capital to corrupt IOA chairman.. before the rug is pulled out from underneath him.. through Woolsey's diligent attentiveness to detail.
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