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

[kid A]

Andreev Ilianov

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

“I tell you this so that you understand . . . You companions are most likely dead,” Artorius said with conviction, “though if there is something left, Myrrdin will do anything in his power to bring them back to you,” Artorius finished.

"I see."

Artorius would have had the same effect had he punched Andreev in the stomach. According to the Jaffa, his friends had been, in all likelihood, obliterated by the 'black death.' Despite his resolve to complete the mission, he did not know how they would go on with the loss of half their team. That was not to mention, of course, that he may have lost an old friend, and several new ones.

He was speechless. He hated the thought of sitting up here on this ship while his friends were on the planet below, suffering or dying. And yet, there was nothing for him to do, as Myrrdin would not allow them to return to the planet's surface until the swarm had passed. He looked up once more to Artorius. "What are we to do while we await the swarm's passing? Will Myrrdin allow us safe passage back to Alvanon to search for our comrades?"

 

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

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

Using adrenaline and his knife, Durant tore down one of the animal hide coverings and quickly through it around himself like a blanket.
He then rushed out into the swarm, towards the steps, yelling as loudly as possible, "Reed! Reed! Where are you Reed!"

 

[Keia]

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

Noticing where Rylee had positioned herself at the table, Myrrdin sat two chairs away. He pulled the chair away from the table slightly and sat somewhat more heavily than he anticipated. He drank from his cup then placed it on the table . Myrrdin rested his left elbow on the curve of the table and set his head in that hand . . . slowly massaging the bridge of his nose.

"As far as I know, not much more than stories, and those have changed drastically over the centuries." After a pause, she added, "Though the stories seem to remain true about your... preference in furniture."

Myrrdin nodded in silent understanding, and only mentioned that "Some things transcend legend.” He drank deeply from his cup, and regarded Rylee while he did it. He leaned his

“So . . . tell me,” Myrrdin started, “Did you really only come through the Chaapa’ai to this world of all places, looking for missing soldiers.”

OOC: Fallon

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Myrrdin nodded in silent understanding, and only mentioned that "Some things transcend legend.” He drank deeply from his cup, and regarded Rylee while he did it.

"I suppose so. Are there any truth to the legends?" She then glanced down at the cup that had been set upon the table, and it occurred to her that she was being rude. She is slightly embarrassed... she had spent several years away from constant human contact, and it appears that she had forgotten many social niceties. Picking up the cup, she took a sip.

“So . . . tell me,” Myrrdin started, “Did you really only come through the Chaapa’ai to this world of all places, looking for missing soldiers.”

A look of confusion crosses her face at Myrrdin's choice of words. Chaapa'ai? She had never heard that word before, and wondered if it was Gaelic. The way he used it in a sentence, it sounded like he was referring to the Stargate. She sighed deeply and paused as she considered her answer. "I do not know. The American government only informed a few people of the details of the mission. I was not one of them." Then, it occurred to her that she did not even know why she had been invited along on this mission. She was not a scientist as Lorelai and Andreev were, and up until a few days ago, had no contact with anyone from the American military. How did they even know where to find her? It was a troubling thought.

 

[Stargate_Com]

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

“I have done more already than anyone else would have, coming this far to help,” Medraut replied in Gaelic, “Stay by the statue and I will activate the rings sending you and your comrades to safety.”

Medraut's answer was less than satisfying. And even though he understood his postion, Jeremiah still habored some resentment.

"Donovan...Stewart. Go to the statue." Moving over to the door, Jeremiah looked back at Medraut. "He can take you to safety."
He doubted that they would go, but he had to give them the option.

Turning to Medraut, Jeremiah tried not to let his resentment come out in his Gaelic. "Please take them to safety." "I will stay and help."
Standing at the doorway, Jeremiah tries to remain focused as thoughts race though his head.

Look at me. I am an all out warrior. It seems that all that time with the braves and highlanders had rubbed off on him. Okay...okay...how do I stop these things?

Knowing the connection between ancient history and the stargate, Jeremiah searched his memory for all references to a swarm of insects. Something...some method of beating them.

Turning back, Jeremiah pleaded with Medraut on last time. "I understand your situation, and I know you maut stay." "I do, however, need your help." "How can we help them?" "Is there a way to stop these things?"

 

[Keia]

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

He looked up once more to Artorius. "What are we to do while we await the swarm's passing? Will Myrrdin allow us safe passage back to Alvanon to search for our comrades?"

Artorius’ face slightly flushed with anger, then he composed himself, “Of course, my liege will allow you to recover your comrades. In fact, I would not doubt that Myrrdin would send an escort and medical support to provide whatever help they could. To do anything else. . . .”

“As for your wait, the best accommodations have been provided for you and those under your command,” Artorius replied. To support his claim, Artorius guided Andreev down the narrow hallway to the two rooms at the end. Lucas and Lorelai were still standing just inside the archway, looking in awe at the rooms.

The décor was a hint of roman style, with white draperies hanging from the ceiling. Golden walls with various rune work, tables filled with a cornucopia of foods, and chairs and divans abounded for relaxation. The other room was obviously a large bath, with several pools of water, steaming rising from one. Within both rooms were female and a few male attendants bedecked in roman style togas, though in tartan patterns. Not a single attendant was unattractive.

Speaking to Andreev as well as Lorelai and Lucas, Artorius proclaimed, “Please, make use of our hospitality to take your minds from your worries. These attendants will see to your every need. Will there be anything else you require?”

OOC: Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen.

 

[Keia]

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

"I suppose so. Are there any truth to the legends?"

Myrrdin looked up form his cup and smiled, "There is always some truth in legends. Unfortunately, I have not been to the world of the Tauri in some time . . . I am not familiar with your legends."

She sighed deeply and paused as she considered her answer. "I do not know. The American government only informed a few people of the details of the mission. I was not one of them."

"I am not familiar with this 'American' . . . is he a good king? I would think not if he sends a warrior and a beauty such as you on a mission without telling you what you were fighting for. Who would know why you are here . . . of those that are with you on my ship?"

OOC: Fallon

 

[Jarval]

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

"Isn't this a little... opulent for a spaceship?" Lucas said weakly on seeing the rooms in front of him. "I thought you had to get everything as small as possible for space flight... You know what? I'm going to sit down somewhere and stop trying to understand all of this."

Making his way over to one of the chairs, Lucas sat down heavily, cupping his face in his hands. Aliens, travel through a Stargate, more aliens, teleportation, and having seen his friends quite possibly being eaten alive. Today had become rather more than he could cope with...

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Myrrdin looked up form his cup and smiled, "There is always some truth in legends. Unfortunately, I have not been to the world of the Tauri in some time . . . I am not familiar with your legends."

She smiled faintly, and nodded her head. "Yes, I suppose you are right." She was curious about just how much truth there was to the stories. If this fellow truly was the same as the Myrrdin in the tales, then it would be helpful to know some information about him.

"I am not familiar with this 'American' . . . is he a good king? I would think not if he sends a warrior and a beauty such as you on a mission without telling you what you were fighting for. Who would know why you are here . . . of those that are with you on my ship?"

Her smile grew a little bit, as she was pleased by the flattery. She ducked her head, so he might not see the way she arched her brow at the question that immediately followed. That was his game then, to get one to lower their guard with flattery, and then try to get information from them. Clever... and she rather enjoyed the flattery. "America is a rather unusual country. There is no American king, persay. As for who would know..." She paused then, thinking. Andreev had already established himself as the leader of the group, so she probably would not be telling Myrrdin anything he did not already know. "The one who spoke first, Andreev, is the highest ranking member of this team." In fact, as far as she knew, he was the only one affiliated with the American military.

 

[Carlo]

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

In a moment of compassion Loralai walked over and knelt beside Lucas "Don't feel bad Lucus, this ship is beyond anything I've even seen in theory." She said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "But if we want to get through all of this, an perhaps learn something in the bargin we have to hold ourselves together." She smiled shyly. "And of all of us I suspect its me that will need the most help doing that before its all over."