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

[Carlo]

Prof Lorelai Nguyen

Not in Kansas Anymore...
P7X – 912
35 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003


Lorelai watched Myrrdin as closely as she dared. His apparent age, apperance, self confidence and attitude reminded her of a senior tenured professor. They were a pricklish bunch, so sure of themselves and their power, no matter how few they actually held sway over, that they could be quite maddening to deal with. Also quite dangerous to ones career if angered. In this case that translated to 'dead' rather then 'unemployed'. Surely here was someone to be very warry of. Midfull of this, dispite her own pride and youthful bravado, Lorelai held her tongue and waited.

 

[Jarval]

Not in Kansas Anymore...
P7X - 912
35 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

Lucas listened closely to Myrrdin's voice, surprised by its multi-layered nature. He shifted uncomfortably as the Lord stared at Rylee and Lorelai, the look reawakening many of his previous fears for their safety.

He looked back to check that the armoured solider with their weapons was still in the room, hoping to be reassured by the continuing presence of his rifle.

 

[Keia]

Somewhere over the planet
P7X – 912
36 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

"Greetings, Myrrdin. We are members of the Tauri, and we have traveled to your lands in search of lost comrades. We were sent to bring back men who were lost to us through the Stargate."

Myrrdin stared intently at Andreev as he gave his explanation . . it looked as though Myrrdin could see right through him. When Andreev finished, Myrrdin paused . . . then said, “I see,” drawing out the words as only a heavy Scottish accent of English could. There was only one voice, not the chorus of voices from before. Myrrdin paced a bit before the view screen, long measured strides, not hurrying or lagging behind. He seemed to be in contemplation over the answer.

Myrrdin stopped, looked over the other three team members, letting his gaze finally rest on Fisher. He casually took several paces toward Lucas and asked him, “Young man, you don’t have the look of a soldier . . . not many of you do. How were these ‘men’ lost through the Stargate? And how do you know they are on Alvanon? Perhaps I can be of some assistance . . . .”

Myrrdin had an easy confidence about him, hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were intent on Lucas’ answer. Thankfully, they weren’t glowing.

Artorius looked on the conversation with interest . . . more interest in Fallon and Nguyen to be certain . . . but the interest was definitely there.

OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[Jarval]

Somewhere over the planet
P7X - 912
36 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

"I'm not a solider, you're right. I'm a survival expert, as is she." He nodded towards Rylee as he spoke, rather surprised to be addressed directly by Myrrdin. Something in the alien man's casual manner put him at ease, perhaps more so than was wise for the circumstances.

"We were unsure as to how long we would need to be on the planet... Alvanon, I think you called it, although the name is new to me... so we were assigned to this team in case a long stay was required.

"She is a scientist, and he is an astronaut." He hesitated uncertainly for a moment, unsure as to Andreev's military status. "As for the how and why of our mission, you will need to ask Andreev. I'm afraid my own preparation for this mission was a little rushed, so I've not yet been fully briefed."

Lucas cast a slightly anxious glance to Andreev as he finished, hoping that his friend had an explanation that would suit Myrrdin.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Rylee Fallon

Somewhere over the planet
P7X - 912
36 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

She watched quietly as Myrrdin paced about the room, before addressing both Andrev and Lucas. So, they were to be questioned then. She supposed she should have expected that.

She was not quite sure what to make of the situation. They were being treated well enough, almost in a cordial manner. However, that did not change the fact that they were on this ship not by their free will, but because they had been taken prisoner. Their weapons had been removed, but that had been by polite request and with the promise of their return. Then again, these guys held all the power, they did not have to keep her word.

Absently, she brushed her bangs out of her eyes, and took a closer took at their surroundings, noting any other exits, the number of guards, the distance between them and the guards who were holding their weapons. As the others spoke, she took a moment to size up all of the guards, including Artorius. She paid careful attention to detail, in case she would need to recall the information later.

Then, noticing Lorelai's serious expression, she offered her a small smile of reassurance, hoping that did not appear to be a forced smile.

"I'm not a solider, you're right. I'm a survival expert, as is she." He nodded towards Rylee as he spoke, rather surprised to be addressed directly by Myrrdin. Something in the alien man's casual manner put him at ease, perhaps more so than was wise for the circumstances.

Lucas' words brought her attention back to the conversation, and she glanced over at her companion. She supposed she could understand his reasoning for being truthful, but did he have to be so... forthcoming?

 

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

On the Street, Cobblestone Town
P7X - 912
23 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

Posted by Jeremiah Grayson:
"Durant...Stewart..."

Seeing nothing that appeared threatening and knowing that Donovan and Stewart had him covered, Durant raced forward to join Jeremiah. Why's he keeping looking up? Has he encountered something to make him that scared of the air?

Once he reached Jeremiah he looked him over to make sure there were no visible signs of injury. He had only gone through the Stargate moments before them, but it seemed he had arrived quite a bit earlier. "Grayson, you alright? We've been looking for you and the others. Have you seen 'em? Are they with you?"

Durant put an arm behind Jeremiah as they talked, urging him to move towards the group. They had seen nothing to prove people had been around lately, but Jeremiah seemed nervous and he didn't feel comfortable out in the open like this.

 

[Stargate_Com]

Staying put, Jeremiah waits for his friends to approach him. What were they waiting on? Was it just cautious...or had they encountered the Gou'ald that Medraut had warned him about?

I can only imagine what they went through. I hope they all made it. Wait a minute...were is the rest of the team?

The reality of the situation finally sets in. The danger had always been in the back of his mind, but now he could not set it aside.

They could be dead! He could be next!

The mere thought of his death rattles him to the bone. His fears continued to plague him as Durant came racing up to him.

Settle down. I have to settle down. Medraut...the evil Gou'ald...the fire salamander...we have so much information to exchange. There are still people to help.

"Grayson, you alright? We've been looking for you and the others. Have you seen 'em? Are they with you?"

"I'm okay. Others? Aren't they with you?"

 

[kid A]

Andreev Ilianov

Somewhere over the planet
P7X – 912
36 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

. . . not many of you do. How were these ‘men’ lost through the Stargate? And how do you know they are on Alvanon? Perhaps I can be of some assistance . . . .”

He watched Myrrdin carefully, especially when the Goa'uld was studying or addressing the members of his team. It seemed to Andreev as though Myrrdin was judging their importance, their very worth to him, right here before them. Andreev feared what may come of this meeting, but it was his hope that something could be resolved without bringing harm to the others. Listening as Lucas answered Myrrdin, Andreev thought quickly about what details of their mission he could hold back while still being truthful.

Calmly, diplomatically, Andreev picked up where Lucas left off for him. "My friend is correct. The details of our mission are few, as this assignment was a rushed one from the start. The reason for our men's disappearance is unknown to us. We were simply instructed to travel to their last known destination, search for their present location and retrieve as many as possible. This planet," Andreev gestured toward the viewscreen," is the point to where the last coordinates have led us, and we were barely out of the Stargate before your men escourted us to you."

 

[Keia]

Somewhere over the planet
P7X - 912
37 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

"We were unsure as to how long we would need to be on the planet... Alvanon, I think you called it, although the name is new to me... so we were assigned to this team in case a long stay was required. She is a scientist, and he is an astronaut . . . . As for the how and why of our mission, you will need to ask Andreev. I'm afraid my own preparation for this mission was a little rushed, so I've not yet been fully briefed."

Myrrdin listened with interest to Lucas’ explanation of his purpose and the reasons for their visit. On Lucas’ comment about Rylee, Myrrdin followed his gaze and let it linger a moment or two on Rylee’s eyes. He then returned to listening and watching Lucas. When Lucas finished, Myrrdin nodded and looked up at him.

“You have witnessed death for the first time recently . . . I can see it in your eyes,” Myrrdin said, “I also see the truth in what you say. It is good that your leaders have brought you on this journey. The world below is dangerous, and an expert in mountain climbing would come in handy where you were going.”

Calmly, diplomatically, Andreev picked up where Lucas left off for him. "My friend is correct. The details of our mission are few, as this assignment was a rushed one from the start. The reason for our men's disappearance is unknown to us. We were simply instructed to travel to their last known destination, search for their present location and retrieve as many as possible. This planet," Andreev gestured toward the view screen," is the point to where the last coordinates have led us, and we were barely out of the Stargate before your men escorted us to you."

Myrrdin turned from Lucas upon Andreev’s continued explanation and calmly paced over to stand before him as Andreev continued. Standing only a few inches taller than Andreev, Myrrdin met Andreev’s gaze and held it as Andreev finished his explanation. He pursed his lips and glanced down for a moment. He paused for several seconds then looked up at Andreev again. He again looked to the ground . . . actually it looked as though he were looking at Andreev’s feet . . . his bare, blistered feet.

“I see,” Myrrdin again replied to Andreev’s explanation. He again calmly paced before the four, this time stopping in front of Lorelai.

“You are a lovely one of exotic beauty, child,” Myrrdin said appraisingly in a strong Scottish accent, “and a mind as well – a rare combination of qualities, indeed. What was your purpose on Alvanon? Why was one as lovely and as young as you chosen to search after little lost sheep?”

OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[Keia]

On the Street, Cobblestone Town
P7X – 912
24 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

Donovan and Reed kept a sharp lookup, noticing no movement on the streets the two could see, nor in the nearby mountains and air. In fact, it didn’t appear that there was anything living moving nearby (other than Durant, Stewart and Grayson) . . . no birds, no trees of any kind, no grasses or even moss on the buildings.

Durant met up with Grayson near an intersection of two streets, the cobblestone lanes leading off at perpendicular angles to each other. The buildings nearby were the same grey stone, two of the four at the intersection were two stories tall. The remaining buildings were a single story and a three story building. Heavy furs covered the archways into the buildings – all accessible from close to the intersection.

The pale light of the sun overhead cast no shadows over the streets – only the soft light suffused the area. Stewart observed the reunion with one eye, keeping the other alert for possible trouble. It was his ears that picked up something usual, however – not his eyes.

Stewart heard a low humming sound – almost imperceptible – coming from the south, or whatever served as south here. Regardless the sound was at the nine o’clock position from their current facing. Almost simultaneously on the rooftop, Reed pointed out an odd sight on the horizon.

“Is that a storm cloud on the horizon?” Reed asked curiously to Donovan, pointing to the west.

OOC: Donovan, Durant, Grayson, Reed, Stewart