[Stargate SG-1 RPG] Part III - The Enemy of my Friend . . .

Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X – 912
0742 hours ???, June 3, 2003

When the radio button was engaged, the now familiar click and background noise didn’t happen – in fact, nothing happened. Durant was fairly certain from his years of experience that the radios were down – most likely from some sort of interference. Durant experienced momentary chills, probably due to the sudden change in temperatures from the hellscape warehouse through the sub-zero Stargate into the cool air of the mountainside.

He thought it odd that most of the military muscle ended up in his group, while the other group had the civilians and specialists. Brawn and brains split up – this definitely never happened with the main SG-1 team. Colonel O’Neill was too good a soldier to allow something like that to happen.

Nuke261 said:

"Reed, do a quick recon of the area. We need to know where Andreev and the others went to. They probably just moved to cover off the main street."

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Lt. Chris Reed snapped off a quick and subdued, “Yes, sir,” and with another quick glance around headed through the courtyard to lane to the right of the Stargate. She noted that the buildings and streets were made of the same materials – obviously from the mountain the town was jutted against. Durant quickly lost sight of her as she darted between buildings down the lane.

Donovan didn’t turn up any enemy hostiles . . . no friendlies either for that matter. The sky was clear (though greenish blue), the sun was out (though wasn’t putting out much light)and the team seemed to be in some stone town in the Alps (of another world).

Stewart made it to the DHD without incident – nothing more hostile than a mountain breeze assailed him. It was there crouched next to the DHD that Stewart noticed a couple of scraps of medical tape and gauze less than an inch in size – looked familiar to, like something from a standard issue first aid kit. No blood was nearby, nor were any larger pieces, or anything else.

OOC: Donovan, Durant, Reed, Stewart

Andreev Ilianov

Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
20 minutes since arriving, June 3, 2003

Rylee spent several minutes tending to Ilianov’s damaged feet. His boots were destroyed . . . his feet were burned and blistered (probably more painful that actually damaged). With some rest and ointment (as well as some boots), his feet should be fine.

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Hearing only silence coming from the radio, Andreev felt more than a little discouraged. Jeremiah was vital to this operation, and to lose him could be devastating to their mission. Different ideas and possible solutions to the radio silence were filling his mind when Rylee approached him offering medical assistance.

When she offered, he graciously accepted Rylee's help. He allowed her to complete her work, and although his feet still had some healing to do, a feeling of relief washed over him that the damage was not quite as bad as the pain he was experiencing. "Dasvidanya, Miss Fallon. Thank you. I am sure that my feet will be just fine now." A gracious smile formed across his face, and he was, at that moment, very grateful for her presence on the team.

Rising to his feet, Andreev gestured for her to come closer. "Now, Miss Fallon, I realize that you are not military, and as such, may not be accustomed to taking orders. However, we are in desperate need of reconaissance, and of young Jeremiah. If you would, I will need yourself and Mr. Fisher to reconnoiter the immediate area, up to a 2 block radius of the Stargate. Search for any signs of Mr. Grayson, and for signs of any life forms native to this world. Please report any findings to me before going further than 2 blocks. I will remain here for the time being with Dr. Nguyen, where we will be attempting to locate our remaining teammates. Please relay these instructions to Mr. Fisher. Again Miss Fallon, you have been most helpful, and you have my most sincere gratitude!"

He began to turn away, to head back toward the DHD and Lorelai, when he suddenly remembered one final request. "Oh, and Miss Fallon? Please keep your eyes open for some type of makeshift footware."

Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
20 minutes since arriving, June 3, 2003

Lucas sat looking at his surroundings for a long moment. The blue-green sky and dull light of the sun seemed oddly comforting yet disconcerting at the same time.

A new world. Who would have thought it? A small smile crossed Lucas' face at this thought. I've always wanted to be a real explorer...

After quickly surveying the surrounding mountainscape through his binoculars, Lucas scrambled back down from the rooftop and made his way back to Andreev, Rylee and Lorelai.

"We're in a fair sized town, from the looks of things, although I've not seen a sign of anyone actually living here." He reported. "There are three roads leading out of town, all of which take you into the mountains. The terrain doesn't look too bad, so we should have any problems, even if we're here for an extended stay.

"Oh, and still no trace of Jeremiah. He must have been running at one hell of a pace to have got away from here so fast."

Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
20 minutes since arriving, June 3, 2003

Rylee did what she could to treat the burns on Andreev's feet. She made sure that the wounds were clean, an antibiotic was applied and that his feet were bandaged. Really, it would be better if Andreev kept off of them for awhile, but that probably wouldn't be happening during the mission.

Rising to his feet, Andreev gestured for her to come closer. "Now, Miss Fallon, I realize that you are not military, and as such, may not be accustomed to taking orders. However, we are in desperate need of reconaissance, and of young Jeremiah. If you would, I will need yourself and Mr. Fisher to reconnoiter the immediate area, up to a 2 block radius of the Stargate. Search for any signs of Mr. Grayson, and for signs of any life forms native to this world. Please report any findings to me before going further than 2 blocks. I will remain here for the time being with Dr. Nguyen, where we will be attempting to locate our remaining teammates. Please relay these instructions to Mr. Fisher. Again Miss Fallon, you have been most helpful, and you have my most sincere gratitude!"

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She smiled faintly when Andreev thanked her, and nodded her head slightly. "No problem."

Andreev's plan was met with a raised eyebrow. Sure, it seemed like a good plan, performing a quick recon of the area and searching for Greyson, but she did not like the idea of splitting the scientists into one group and the soldiers in the other. "Maybe we should keep some firepower near the gate? Just in case whatever it was that chased Greyson off comes back. You need to keep off your feet for awhile, an Lorelai should stay near the gate, since she knows how to work it. Maybe Lucas should stay with you,and I'll take a quick look around?" She had gotten used to working alone, all those years spent in the mountains... she almost preferred it.

"Oh, and still no trace of Jeremiah. He must have been running at one hell of a pace to have got away from here so fast."

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"A deserted town, hmm? Interesting." She sighed then, and shook her head. "Where in the world did Greyson run off to?" And with that, she began examining the ground, searching for any signs of their missing companion.

Lt Barry Stewart

Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X – 912
0742 hours ???, June 3, 2003

Stewart leaned his back against the cold metal of the DHD. As Commander Durant issued his orders to Lt. Reed, Barry positioned himself to provide Chris some suppressing fire, if anything showed up, at least until she made it to the protection of the first building. When Lt. Reed disappeared from sight Stewart turned his attentions to his surroundings.

Stewart made it to the DHD without incident – nothing more hostile than a mountain breeze assailed him. It was there crouched next to the DHD that Stewart noticed a couple of scraps of medical tape and gauze less than an inch in size – looked familiar to, like something from a standard issue first aid kit. No blood was nearby, nor were any larger pieces, or anything else.

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From Barry’s crouched position, he scanned the heights above him and the roofs of the buildings. He reflected a moment on what had happened in the last few moments and took a second to catch his breath. With his head cast down he noticed what looked to be pieces of gauze and white medical tape on the ground. From his experiences, it looked like it could be pieces left over from somebody applying first aid. He quickly cast about for signs of tracks or anything else that would indicate who would have been here. Then, keeping with the same hushed tones, he called out to Durant, “Commander, I believe I might have something here!”

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X – 912
0742 hours ???, June 3, 2003

Then, keeping with the same hushed tones, he called out to Durant, “Commander, I believe I might have something here!”

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Durant was studying his surroundings when Lt. Stewart called him over. He looked over the medical scraps and then asked Donovan for his opinion. While that happened Durant walked around the immediate area, taking it all in, trying to adapt to his new environment and get into an appropriate mind set. One thing was for sure, it was a lot more comfortable here then in that damn warehouse.

A long list of questions crossed his mind about what could have happened, but since his two most qualified thinkers were amongst the missing, it didn't seem to matter. If only there was some way he could get in touch with them, but their radios were useless. Almost absentmindedly he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and hit Andreev's number. Can't hurt.

"I can't imagine Andreev would take the team too far from the gate. Especially while wounded and without much muscle. They've gotta be nearby. If Reed doesn't turn anything up we'll start a more detailed search of the immediate area. They probably just moved away from the courtyard for some cover."

His eyes and mind both continued to search for an answer.

Lt. Luthor Donovan

Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X – 912
0742 hours ???, June 3, 2003

Durant was studying his surroundings when Lt. Stewart called him over. He looked over the medical scraps and then asked Donovan for his opinion. While that happened Durant walked around the immediate area, taking it all in, trying to adapt to his new environment and get into an appropriate mind set. One thing was for sure, it was a lot more comfortable here then in that damn warehouse.

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Donovan lowered his rifle, and walked over to where Durant was standing. He crouched down and studied the medical scraps, looking for clues about what they had been used for and how long they had been sitting there.

Andreev Ilianov

Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
20 minutes since arriving, June 3, 2003

Andreev's plan was met with a raised eyebrow. Sure, it seemed like a good plan, performing a quick recon of the area and searching for Greyson, but she did not like the idea of splitting the scientists into one group and the soldiers in the other. "Maybe we should keep some firepower near the gate? Just in case whatever it was that chased Greyson off comes back. You need to keep off your feet for awhile, an Lorelai should stay near the gate, since she knows how to work it. Maybe Lucas should stay with you,and I'll take a quick look around?" She had gotten used to working alone, all those years spent in the mountains... she almost preferred it.

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Andreev considered Rylee's argument, and she had a point. He really should be off his feet. Despite the medical treatment, they still required time to heal, and he certainly wasn't going to help matters by walking on them, especially without any kind of footwear. However, even if he was to stay behind, he felt that he was still perfectly capable of providing guard for the Stargate, and there was a better chance of finding Jeremiah if they worked together. He had been wounded worse than this before, and he had still managed to complete his mission even then.

"Miss Fallon, I appreciate your concern for my well-being. However, if I am to stay here, I will be able to provide fire if the need arises. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself and Doctor Nguyen. However, Mr. Grayson is of great import to our mission, and we need to locate him quickly. I believe that with both yourself and Mr. Fisher tracking him, we will double our chances of finding him. I do not wish for you to wander too far initially, in the event that you need to double-back to our position. Again, you have my gratitude for your help. However, I will need both of you working on this."

Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
20 minutes since arriving, June 3, 2003

She listened to Andreev's speech, feeling impatient all the while. Andreev seems smart enough, but he talks too much When he finished, she shrugged, "Whatever you say." It was pretty clear that she did not like the idea of splitting the group up like this, but that wasn't her call to make. After completing her search for any tracks made by Greyson, she approached Lucas. "Andreev wants us to check out the village."

Lt Barry Stewart

Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X – 912
0742 hours ???, June 3, 2003

After Durant and Donovan finished discussing what the remnants could mean, Barry kept his voice low and talked to Donovan a moment. Stewart put his hand to Donovan’s back to instill the sincerity of what he had to say, “Donovan, that was one hell of a shot back there taking out the lizard-king. When my round bounced off the things chest and dripped to the floor, my life was flashing! I mean it; I thought for sure that I was a goner. I owe you one…anything, you name it!”

Now Barry was left with nothing to do but think on where the others went.

They couldn’t have done it. There is no way they could have made out of the court with out us seeing them. We were not that far behind.

He paused a second then continued trying to lighten the circumstances they were in, more for himself than anyone else, “You know guys I am starting to miss our little princess. I’m sure she would give us her opinion on what’s going on. Probably something like” and Barry raised the pitch in his voice and gave an amusingly weak attempt at imitating Lorelai, “’If the gate was entered at different times the worm hole could create a time anomaly by accelerating the first to enter the event horizon ahead of those following. What would seem like just a second of time to those following, could in theory…’ yada, yada, yada.” He paused to see how the two would react to his imitation, not sure if his timing would be appreciated.

I do wish she were here! Thinking more seriously than what his comedic act would convey.