[Stargate SG-1 RPG] Part III - The Enemy of my Friend . . .
Lt Barry Stewart
Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
7 minutes since arriving, June 3,2003
Stewart was right on Reed’s heels, eager to find shelter and possibly a new shirt. He flashed a huge grin in Reed’s direction. Now, we’re even.
As they neared the building, Stewart let Reed take the lead into the room, figuring she would probably be offended if he even asked who would go first. He took cover at the entrance ready to provide her any assistance if the place was occupied. Comfortable that there was no immediate threat, he took a look around for possible signs of recent occupation of the first room. He thought about just helping himself to whatever was here, but his conscious told him, You better wait to see if any one lives here before you go helping yourself to things. Wouldn’t make a good first impression. He especially eyed the fur hangings and looked for anything that might be used to drape the fur over himself.
Reed and Stewart progressed down the hall and scanned each room as they came to it, just to be sure that no one was at home.
Stewart thought, Man, it's eerily quiet around here. Then he turned to Reed and whispered, “If any one does live here, they would’ve been warned that we were coming when the gate opened and could be hiding. It just strikes me as odd that this whole town would be abandoned while it’s in rather good shape.” His thoughts strayed backed to his home of inner Detroit and how this would seem upscale to most of the buildings he was used too in his youth.
Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
7 minutes since arriving, June 3,2003
Stewart was right on Reed’s heels, eager to find shelter and possibly a new shirt. He flashed a huge grin in Reed’s direction. Now, we’re even.
As they neared the building, Stewart let Reed take the lead into the room, figuring she would probably be offended if he even asked who would go first. He took cover at the entrance ready to provide her any assistance if the place was occupied. Comfortable that there was no immediate threat, he took a look around for possible signs of recent occupation of the first room. He thought about just helping himself to whatever was here, but his conscious told him, You better wait to see if any one lives here before you go helping yourself to things. Wouldn’t make a good first impression. He especially eyed the fur hangings and looked for anything that might be used to drape the fur over himself.
Reed and Stewart progressed down the hall and scanned each room as they came to it, just to be sure that no one was at home.
Stewart thought, Man, it's eerily quiet around here. Then he turned to Reed and whispered, “If any one does live here, they would’ve been warned that we were coming when the gate opened and could be hiding. It just strikes me as odd that this whole town would be abandoned while it’s in rather good shape.” His thoughts strayed backed to his home of inner Detroit and how this would seem upscale to most of the buildings he was used too in his youth.
Keia
I aim to misbehave
Two Story Building
P7X – 912
33.12 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Lucas looked down into the hole in the floor. The darkness was complete near the bottom of the hole and he couldn’t make out any details of the area below. However, he did notice a stone ladder leading down into the darkness – the rungs of the ladder six to eight inches farther apart than he was used to.
Rylee gathered up her rifle (3 shots remaining), moved to the top of the stairs and gathered the rest of her gear. She noticed the archway covering to the street being lifted aside and six armored humanoids with metal staffs entered the room on the opposite side.
“Obi-tan, Tauri!!” one of them shouted as he entered the room, the end of his staff weapon separating and glowing briefly with energy. The voice had an deep, otherworldly, metallic sound to it behind the helmet of the humanoid.
Andreev had moved to the bottom of the stairs, gear in hand and was actually standing behind the bar when the Jaffa entered the room. Lorelai was standing frozen at the bottom of the stairs, gear straps hanging loosely in hand . . . and screamed*.
*: Failed Will Save (one action die used by GM, 6 remain for this group)
OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen
P7X – 912
33.12 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Lucas looked down into the hole in the floor. The darkness was complete near the bottom of the hole and he couldn’t make out any details of the area below. However, he did notice a stone ladder leading down into the darkness – the rungs of the ladder six to eight inches farther apart than he was used to.
Rylee gathered up her rifle (3 shots remaining), moved to the top of the stairs and gathered the rest of her gear. She noticed the archway covering to the street being lifted aside and six armored humanoids with metal staffs entered the room on the opposite side.
“Obi-tan, Tauri!!” one of them shouted as he entered the room, the end of his staff weapon separating and glowing briefly with energy. The voice had an deep, otherworldly, metallic sound to it behind the helmet of the humanoid.
Andreev had moved to the bottom of the stairs, gear in hand and was actually standing behind the bar when the Jaffa entered the room. Lorelai was standing frozen at the bottom of the stairs, gear straps hanging loosely in hand . . . and screamed*.
*: Failed Will Save (one action die used by GM, 6 remain for this group)
OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen
Jarval
Explorer
Two Story Building
P7X – 912
33.12 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Oh, that can't be good... Lucas thought at the sound of Lorelai's scream. Sprinting back into the main room, he grabbed Lorelai by the shoulder and shoved her into the kitchen, pushing her towards the hole as fast as he could.
P7X – 912
33.12 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Oh, that can't be good... Lucas thought at the sound of Lorelai's scream. Sprinting back into the main room, he grabbed Lorelai by the shoulder and shoved her into the kitchen, pushing her towards the hole as fast as he could.
kid A
First Post
Andreev Ilianov
Two Story Building
P7X – 912
33.12 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Anxiety dripping down his neck in the form of sweat, Andreev yelled to his teammate as Lucas grabbed Lorelai, "Take the doctor out the escape route, Lucas!" He then risked a glance to Rylee. "Rylee, follow them, and make sure they make it out without harm. Get away quickly, and try to find Jeremiah. He and the doctor are our best chance of getting back home. I will hold them off as long as I can."
Throwing down his gear, he brought his FN P90 to bear on the lead Jaffa. He had no idea what it had just said, nor did he know if he could understand it in the first place, but he racked his brain for any similarities to languagues he knew fluently. He was no linguist, but if he could find something, some kind of primer, maybe he could communicate with simple words. His mind raced, finger on the trigger as he watched for any kind of movement from the Jaffa.
Two Story Building
P7X – 912
33.12 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Anxiety dripping down his neck in the form of sweat, Andreev yelled to his teammate as Lucas grabbed Lorelai, "Take the doctor out the escape route, Lucas!" He then risked a glance to Rylee. "Rylee, follow them, and make sure they make it out without harm. Get away quickly, and try to find Jeremiah. He and the doctor are our best chance of getting back home. I will hold them off as long as I can."
Throwing down his gear, he brought his FN P90 to bear on the lead Jaffa. He had no idea what it had just said, nor did he know if he could understand it in the first place, but he racked his brain for any similarities to languagues he knew fluently. He was no linguist, but if he could find something, some kind of primer, maybe he could communicate with simple words. His mind raced, finger on the trigger as he watched for any kind of movement from the Jaffa.
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Dark Nemesis
First Post
Two Story Building
P7X – 912
33.12 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
"Ah damn," she cursed as she saw the curtain be pushed aside and the armored guys enter the room. her arms were too full to be able to take a shot, so when Lucas sprinted in the room to retrieve the professor, she followed them. "Come on, Andreev! Bullets won't stop these things!" Verbose as he was, she did not want Andreev to die in some needless display of heroics. She kept and eye on Lucas, waiting for him to leave through the exit, before she moved to follow him.
P7X – 912
33.12 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
"Ah damn," she cursed as she saw the curtain be pushed aside and the armored guys enter the room. her arms were too full to be able to take a shot, so when Lucas sprinted in the room to retrieve the professor, she followed them. "Come on, Andreev! Bullets won't stop these things!" Verbose as he was, she did not want Andreev to die in some needless display of heroics. She kept and eye on Lucas, waiting for him to leave through the exit, before she moved to follow him.
Keia
I aim to misbehave
Two Story Building
P7X – 912
33.18 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Lucas stood from kneeling and inspecting the large hole in the kitchen upon hearing Lorelai’s scream. He dashed into the room, only to see what caused Lorelai to scream – a half-dozen armored humanoids with staffs – Jaffa, if the stories from Ilianov and Durant were correct. Lucas continued into the room and grabbed Lorelai, shielding her and shaking her out of her fright.
Rylee hopped down the remaining stairs and started toward the kitchen after telling Andreev to come along. One of the Jaffa pointed his staff weapon and a brilliant blast of energy shot out of it, impacting the wall and punching a hole through the wall several paces in front of Rylee.
“Halt, Tauri, or you force us to fire!” another of the Jaffa called out . . . in English. Looking at the Jaffa, the remaining troops appeared to have all readied their staffs to fire.
The Jaffa speaking leveled his staff weapon at Andreev and continued, “. . . that would be unfortunate . . . for you.”
The sounds of metal on metal and chain mail were heard from outside the building. There were more, and they were right outside.
OOC: Jaffa are 30 ft away from the team, and appear to have weapons readied to use. Exit to kitchen is 5ft for Fallon, 15 ft for Fisher and Nguyen, 20 ft for Andreev. Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen
P7X – 912
33.18 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Lucas stood from kneeling and inspecting the large hole in the kitchen upon hearing Lorelai’s scream. He dashed into the room, only to see what caused Lorelai to scream – a half-dozen armored humanoids with staffs – Jaffa, if the stories from Ilianov and Durant were correct. Lucas continued into the room and grabbed Lorelai, shielding her and shaking her out of her fright.
Rylee hopped down the remaining stairs and started toward the kitchen after telling Andreev to come along. One of the Jaffa pointed his staff weapon and a brilliant blast of energy shot out of it, impacting the wall and punching a hole through the wall several paces in front of Rylee.
“Halt, Tauri, or you force us to fire!” another of the Jaffa called out . . . in English. Looking at the Jaffa, the remaining troops appeared to have all readied their staffs to fire.
The Jaffa speaking leveled his staff weapon at Andreev and continued, “. . . that would be unfortunate . . . for you.”
The sounds of metal on metal and chain mail were heard from outside the building. There were more, and they were right outside.
OOC: Jaffa are 30 ft away from the team, and appear to have weapons readied to use. Exit to kitchen is 5ft for Fallon, 15 ft for Fisher and Nguyen, 20 ft for Andreev. Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen
Keia
I aim to misbehave
Interlude II
Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
10 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Remembering his lessons on history and early civilizations, the town is relatively easy to understand. Obviously the town was planned - building a town into the side of a mountain and between trade routes in the mountains was rarely by chance. The central square should be the main market place (being the intersection of the trade routes. Any official buildings of the government (a palace, a senate, or even a mayor's office) should over look the central square. As the sheer cliff to the east of the Stargate courtyard seemed to be the end of the town, the only option would be to head west into the town, and hopefully the central square. The town complied with his expectations, though the lack of inhabitants was somewhat disconcerting
The culture was somewhat more difficult to discern. It appeared to be a indeterminate culture. The buildings were utilitarian in nature with no signs, columns, or other extraneous markings that would signify a culture. Perhaps the culture was a lawful culture as there didn't appear to be any doors to any of the buildings he passed . . . or perhaps stone doors were too heavy and there were no trees. Without people . . . or writings the culture would be much more difficult to determine.
Arriving at the main square, Jeremiah was not disappointed - at least not its size. Well over a hundred yards on a size, the courtyard had a single large statue of something biped in the middle and several large four or five story buildings surrounded the courtyard itself. Jeremiah could guess that one was a governmental building, another perhaps a trade guild building, two were likely taverns or hotels of some kind, while the final building was most likely a military building. This one he identified as the building with no windows.
OOC: Grayson
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Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
10 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Remembering his lessons on history and early civilizations, the town is relatively easy to understand. Obviously the town was planned - building a town into the side of a mountain and between trade routes in the mountains was rarely by chance. The central square should be the main market place (being the intersection of the trade routes. Any official buildings of the government (a palace, a senate, or even a mayor's office) should over look the central square. As the sheer cliff to the east of the Stargate courtyard seemed to be the end of the town, the only option would be to head west into the town, and hopefully the central square. The town complied with his expectations, though the lack of inhabitants was somewhat disconcerting
The culture was somewhat more difficult to discern. It appeared to be a indeterminate culture. The buildings were utilitarian in nature with no signs, columns, or other extraneous markings that would signify a culture. Perhaps the culture was a lawful culture as there didn't appear to be any doors to any of the buildings he passed . . . or perhaps stone doors were too heavy and there were no trees. Without people . . . or writings the culture would be much more difficult to determine.
Arriving at the main square, Jeremiah was not disappointed - at least not its size. Well over a hundred yards on a size, the courtyard had a single large statue of something biped in the middle and several large four or five story buildings surrounded the courtyard itself. Jeremiah could guess that one was a governmental building, another perhaps a trade guild building, two were likely taverns or hotels of some kind, while the final building was most likely a military building. This one he identified as the building with no windows.
OOC: Grayson
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Stargate_Com now playing Jeremiah Grayson said:
kid A
First Post
Andreev Ilianov
Two Story Building
P7X – 912
33.18 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
There was no opportunity to think this through. He didn't know what his options were, other than try to escape (and most likely die trying). What he really needed was time. Time enough to consider the situation, to be allowed the luxury of making a good decision.
Also, something strange had occurred to him - the simple fact that they weren't dead. Not yet, at the least. Perhaps he had misunderstood, but during the briefing, he had been under the impression that if there were a run-in with the Jaffa, it would be of the combat variety. If the Jaffa had wanted to kill them just now, they would not have wasted any time in doing so. And yet, there they stood, asking for a surrender. Not the most desirable of options, but better than the alternative.
Andreev lowered his P90, only enough to show that he did not necessarily want a conflict, and asked the lead Jaffa, "What is it you want with us?"
Two Story Building
P7X – 912
33.18 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
There was no opportunity to think this through. He didn't know what his options were, other than try to escape (and most likely die trying). What he really needed was time. Time enough to consider the situation, to be allowed the luxury of making a good decision.
Also, something strange had occurred to him - the simple fact that they weren't dead. Not yet, at the least. Perhaps he had misunderstood, but during the briefing, he had been under the impression that if there were a run-in with the Jaffa, it would be of the combat variety. If the Jaffa had wanted to kill them just now, they would not have wasted any time in doing so. And yet, there they stood, asking for a surrender. Not the most desirable of options, but better than the alternative.
Andreev lowered his P90, only enough to show that he did not necessarily want a conflict, and asked the lead Jaffa, "What is it you want with us?"
Nuke261
Rogue Warrior
Lt. Commander Craig Durant
Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
7 minutes since arriving, June 3,2003
After instructing Donovan to keep an eye on the high ground, Durant fell into the rear guard position. He usually led from the front, but Reed and Stewart were pretty gung-ho and Reed already had the lay of the land. The buildings Durant observed at first had seemed primitive, but the more he studied them it appeared they were just simple, as if they had been constructed this way on purpose.
Inside the building the group fanned out to cover all directions. Durant looked for intelligence information, maps, logs, journals, anything that could show what the people here had been doing before they left. He slung his P90 to use both hands, but did not get lost in the search, keeping his eyes and ears roaming.
"Alright Donovan, get Stewart patched back up. Reed, what about you. You need any medical attention?"
Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
7 minutes since arriving, June 3,2003
After instructing Donovan to keep an eye on the high ground, Durant fell into the rear guard position. He usually led from the front, but Reed and Stewart were pretty gung-ho and Reed already had the lay of the land. The buildings Durant observed at first had seemed primitive, but the more he studied them it appeared they were just simple, as if they had been constructed this way on purpose.
Inside the building the group fanned out to cover all directions. Durant looked for intelligence information, maps, logs, journals, anything that could show what the people here had been doing before they left. He slung his P90 to use both hands, but did not get lost in the search, keeping his eyes and ears roaming.
"Alright Donovan, get Stewart patched back up. Reed, what about you. You need any medical attention?"
