[D20 Modern] Stargate SG-1 - Part II - It's getting warmer

[KitanaVorr]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

"Excuse you?" Lorelai gave first Durant, then Jeremiah, and finally Andreev a look of disbelief. "Did I just hear the three of you correctly? Did all of you agree that we should strand these poor things somewhere on the other side of the Stargate - perhaps in an environment that might actually kill them?"

Putting her hands on her slender hips, she leveled a scathing gaze at all of them, especially Durant. "I'm not taking part that kind of ridiculousness. Whoever sent us down here knows they were here. The creatures probably torched the place trying to find a way to work this gate and realized that our flimsy data material crumbles at their touch. Why don't you knock your superiors in the head and get some information from them? Or at least wait until they're done searching up stairs before coming up with some kind of plan only a heartless bastard could think up."

"Also you do realize that if we send them one of the destinations, we can't visit it again. Or don't you think they'd want to make 'tributes' of us once they realize it isn't their home and that we're untrustworthy? What if that destination is one we need to go to?"

 

[Nuke261]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

Durant was not ready to fight a three or four way battle over the best course of action for the team. And he was not happy that was exactly what he was going to have to do.

"No, we are not sending them to any of the coordinates we have. These things are hostile to our way of life and the coordinates we have are for potential allies. If we send them through to someone else's world, they are going to go through the same thing we are now. Not an option." He tried hard not to yell or curse. What made the situation so hard on him was that he felt like he was trying to convince them to listen to the only real option they had.

"These things want to go home, that's fine with me. However, we have no concept of where that is or how to get there and neither do they. They can survive here. They have been here for awhile. So if we leave them to find a solution, that should be fine. "

Finally Durant turned to face only Lorelai. "And OUR superiors don't have a damn clue what is going on in this warehouse, if they did we would not be trying to figure this out as it bites, or burns, us in the @$$! Everything we have here, intelligence, weapons, resources, that is all we can get because that is all there is. How about if you shut your mouth for one damn minute and use that brain you brag so much about to find us a useful destination, PROFESSOR." At this point the heat and absurdity of the situation had driven Durant about as far as he could go.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

Just when she thought there was no way she could feel any more miserable, she glanced over to where Andreev, Greyson, Durant and Lorelai were having their heated discussion. Just the expression on Durant's face was enough to tell her everything. Suddenly, she felt very glad that she was assigned to keep an eye on the snakes in the lava. Now I remember one of the advantages to on a mountain with no other people around.....

 

[KitanaVorr]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

Finally Durant turned to face only Lorelai. "And OUR superiors don't have a damn clue what is going on in this warehouse, if they did we would not be trying to figure this out as it bites, or burns, us in the @$$! Everything we have here, intelligence, weapons, resources, that is all we can get because that is all there is. How about if you shut your mouth for one damn minute and use that brain you brag so much about to find us a useful destination, PROFESSOR." At this point the heat and absurdity of the situation had driven Durant about as far as he could go.

"This isn't Dial-a-Waypoint!" Lorelai shot back, her dark eyes narrowing at Durant. "Although I'm sure if it was Dial-an-Idiot you'd be the first one it would ring up! You can't make up destinations on the Stargate anymore than you can pick coordinates on the Earth and hope you don't end up buried in rock! The other side of the wormhole could be the middle of space, in fact its MORE than likely being as there's more empty space in the universe, not to mention that meager slop of organic you call a brain, than anything remotely habitable for any lifeform!"

Calming down a bit, she rested her hands on her hips again. "But more than likely due to the drift of the galaxy since the stargates were first put there, we wouldn't get access to a stargate at all unless it was close enough for the drift of the galaxy to not make a difference. So unless I know the exact address...or at least have some clue as to what symbols to even start guessing at...."

Lorelai stared at the DHD symbols to see if anything jumped out at her about them. Perhaps something reminescent of the legend and lore?

 

[Calim]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

Jeremiah looks at Durant then Andreev and then at Lorelei and realizes what he, himself, just suggested.

With a down cast look he moves back towards the lava pools.

 

[kid A]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

With a down cast look he moves back towards the lava pools.

As the heated "discussion" continued, Andreev was forced to watch as one of the greatest strategic minds he'd ever known locked horns with probably one of the most brilliant scientific minds on the planet. Interesting as it was, the situation was simply unfortunate. Not only were they not understanding one another, it would appear that neither were even trying in the first place. He was torn, feeling the need to interject, and yet, not wanting to overstep his boundries...

Boundries? What the hell. It is not as if I am in the military anymore.

Andreev's sudden feelings of irritation were forgotten for a moment, though. He was preparing to interject when he noticed Jeremiah slip away from the group and start walking toward the lava pools. The argument must be upsetting him, Andreev thought to himself as he too broke away from the argument. Perhaps he did not intend to send them to their deaths at all... but only away from this warehouse to protect us.

Catching up with Jeremiah, his hand resting on the younger man's shoulder, he asked, "Mr. Grayson, what is it that is upsetting you so?"

 

[Keia]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

The heat . . . the warm, dry, air . . . eyes, mouth dry . . . no surprise that emotions were running hot as well. Rylee listened to the others discuss the situation, and did as she was told – watching the lava pools.

One pool, where one of the smaller creatures resided, had a cooler crust on its surface. The bubbles and popping from the other pools was not happening in this pool. In fact, it looked as though the pool was cooling . . . and cooling rapidly.

Durant reviewed the number of addresses to various Stargates that he currently had access to . . . it was very easy. He could lose a few fingers and still count them on one hand.

Lorelai reviewed the symbols on the DHD, looking for historical references of specific combinations [Knowledge – History Check – result 11], but finding nothing coming to mind.

Andreev walked tentatively over to speak with Grayson - his feet were surely blistered from the heat and melting of his boots. His boots were ruined, but still better than walking barefoot on the warehouse floor turned volcanic playground.

OOC: Durant, Grayson, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[Jarval]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

"I'll be with you in a minute." Lucas calls to Donovan as he makes his way over to the lift shaft. Once there, he radios down to Durant.

"Hey, we've got all the flammables we could find. Do you want us to lower them down?"

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

Lt. Stewart, Donovan and Lt. Reed make quick work of chipped the blackened material off of the desk while Fisher waited for a response over the radio.

Confirming earlier suspicions, after chipping away the initial blackened mass, beneath was an orange flame retardant foam. The foam was laid on thick . . . someone or ‘someone’s had prepared for the arrival of their hot guests down below.

Before long, the trio had access to the main drawer of the desk as well as side drawer, which was locked. A quick hit of the drawer side by Donovan with the tire iron, popped the drawer.

In the main drawer was a duty roster, browned on the edged. It indicated that there should have been three soldiers on duty in this room. Looking to the blackened mass of debris in the corners of the room . . . any thought of that was interrupted by the opening of the bottom drawer, which had several stacks of 100 dollar bills bound with $5,000 stamped on the band. The stacks had been wrapped in plastic, which had melted into the bills. The bills was also well charred from the heat, browned and burnt in many places on the bills. All in all there were ten such stacks.

OOC: Donovan, Fisher . . . all

 

[MadThinker]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

In the main drawer was a duty roster, browned on the edged. It indicated that there should have been three soldiers on duty in this room. Looking to the blackened mass of debris in the corners of the room . . . any thought of that was interrupted by the opening of the bottom drawer, which had several stacks of 100 dollar bills bound with $5,000 stamped on the band. The stacks had been wrapped in plastic, which had melted into the bills. The bills was also well charred from the heat, browned and burnt in many places on the bills. All in all there were ten such stacks.

Donovan saw the money, and added the whole thing together. The money. The foam. The room burned to a crisp. He snapped his radio off his belt and called to Durant. "Commader, this is Donovan. We got the desk open. It's lookin' like someone did know about those things down there after all." Donovan detailed what they had found out from the desk. "What do you want us to do, sir?"