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

[MadThinker]

Lt. Luthor Donovan

In the Government Building
P7X – 912
26.48 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

Standing at the doorway, which was now covered by a curtain again, Stewart and Durant were firing white beams of energy that expanded and dropped dozens of insects at a time. The pair were using one of the heavy furs for covering, and Lt. Reed was lying in a bloody heap beneath them. Both noted the appearance of flash of light, the rings, and the arrival of Grayson, Donovan and the large humanoid known as Medraut.

Donovan saw Commander Durant and Stewart firing at the bugs, and he yelled to them over the buzzing. "Commander! Stewart! Get over here! This guy can take us to safety!"

Donovan saw Reed lying close to the two of them. He shouldered his rifle and said to Grayson, "C'mon, help me get Reed over here!"

 

[Carlo]

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


“The ladies and gentlemen are here to assist you,” Artorius added. “Unfortunately, none of them speak your English, but they are versed in Latin, Greek, Arabic, and Gaelic. I will remain to pass your needs to the attendants if no one here speaks any of these languages.”

Lorelai was somewhat dissapointed to note the lack of technology to explore but she took Artorius words to heart. After watching the swarm on the view screen and seeing the planet on their arrival she suspected the Jaffa was correct. And, if their host was offering the chance to clean up and rest, who was she to not take advantage of it. She was still a young woman and her body fairly screamed at her to take a bath.
"I can speak Latin passingly well Artourius." She told the Jaffa in a pleasant tone and a winsome smile while eyeing the steaming bath. "Perhaps you could stay however and tell us more about Myrrdin and the world below us? I am most curious."

Purple = Latin

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

In the Government Building
P7X – 912
26.48 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

As Jeremiah lifts himself up, he heard Donovan's response.

"I'm on it, Grayson. Just try to convince your friend that he needs to get Stewart and the Commander here too. I can cover for him."

"Good." "I'll tell him."

Still a little disoriented from the fall, Jeremiah was caught off guard when Medraut uses his hand device to smash a few bugs.

Wow...Why did he wait this long to use that.

Before he can even ask, Jeremiah gets his answer.

“I believe that was the last of them,” Medraut explained to Jeremiah, “Let us see if your friends have returned.”

After Jeremiah explained what Medraut had said to Donovan, Jeremiah nodded to Medraut and the trio of rings appeared around them. A light flashed from within the rings covering them, and when it faded, the rings were receded and they were in the reception area again before the statue.

How could the situation have gotten worse since they left them? Well, somehow it had. Jeremiah could only stand in awe as he soaked in the terrifiying scene.

"C'mon, help me get Reed over here!"

Both worry and devastation come over Jeremiah's face as he realizes that the bloody heap was Reed. "Okay" "I'll get her left side."

 

[ajkar]

Lt Barry Stewart

In the Government Building
P7X – 912
26.48 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

"Yeah! Take that m----r f----rs. And that one is for Reed!", Stewart yelled as the bugs fell from the endless blasts from the zat gun. He was amazed and enjoyed watching the countless number of bugs that fell from the zats he and Durant were wielding. This is more like it!

Stewart spared a quick glance down at Reed just to be sure that she was still under the curtain and seemingly protected from the bugs. As the number of bugs dwindled and Stewart was sure Durant could handle the rest, he knelt beside Reed and uncovered a bloody mess. Wincing at the sight, he immediately started to try and staunch some of the wounds by ripping off the sleeves of his shirt and tearing them into strips.

He saw that it wasn't going to be enough and by instinct he quickly tried the tactical radio, "Donovan! Do you read me? We got Reed and she's real bad. We need you A..." D--n it! Why can't these things work!

Stewart was starting to panic over Reed's condition and yelled to Durant, "Sir! She needs more help than I think I can give her or if I had real medkit!" Then he turned his attention to Reed again hoping his limited first aid experience would be enough to help her hang on until Donovan came back.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

“I am quite curious about your military, which does not seem to be the same as the American military,” Myrrdin commented.

"In truth, there is not much I could tell you about it anyway. I am no longer an active member of the military," she said with a slight shrug, not really interested in disclosing further.

Relating the stories to Myrrdin brought back a number of memories, both good and bad. However, her own past was not something that she wanted to dwell on, so she turned all of her attention onto the details of the story. She listened with interest as Myrrdin provided clarifications, nodding in understanding. "That is quite interesting."

“It means that some of the insects have been diverted . . . or slain,” Myrrdin replied. “A hopeful sign for your friends on the surface, though there are several hours yet to go.”

"I hope that they are all right," she said, her eyes searching the viewscreen for any indication that they were indeed alive and well.

 

[kid A]

Andreev Ilianov

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

“The ladies and gentlemen are here to assist you,” Artorius added. “Unfortunately, none of them speak your English, but they are versed in Latin, Greek, Arabic, and Gaelic. I will remain to pass your needs to the attendants if no one here speaks any of these languages.”

Andreev agreed with Lorelai, and spoke to Artorius with insistence. "I also speak fluent Latin and Arabic, so I do not believe we will need your translation. However, I am in agreement with Miss Nguyen in that it would be most beneficial to us if you would be able to stay longer and tell us more of your world and master. You could stay now, or perhaps join us for a drink after we have refreshed ourselves."

 

[Keia]

In the Government Building
P7X – 912
27 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

Durant and Stewart seemed to make short work of the thousands of insects in the room. They didn’t really kill them all . . . the insects that weren’t lying on the ground in the dozens, had flow into the farther reaches of the building down various hallways. Any that seemed interested in taking a bite of the team were quick targets (them and several of their nearby friends) *

With the cover fire provided by Stewart and Durant, Donovan and Grayson made it to Reed’s crumpled body. The damage was much worse the closer they got. Large chunks of flesh were missing from her body, making Donovan’s wound look like a paper cut. Her beautiful face had several long gashes and a part of her cheek was missing, blood flowed slowly from the numerous wounds.

As the two attempted to move her, she opened her eyes, which rolled unseeing, and emitted a low moan. As the two picked her up as gently as possible, she screamed and her head lolled, unconscious.

Once in hand the group moved to the large humanoid, who remained standing impassively at the larger statue of a similar person. When the foursome arrived (and a nod from Grayson), Medraut activated the rings, returning Donovan and Grayson were they had been before.

After a moment of rapid blinking, Durant and Stewart could make out the room. The room had glistening rough walls of a rounded room with two tunnels leading out of the room. There were no windows and the light for the room appeared to be coming from all around.

They also managed to get a better look at the alien with them. The humanoid was quite tall and wore a fur loin cloth for its only clothes and a brass torc on its arm. It’s right hand had a metal device on it, each of his six finger tips encased in the metal, bands connecting in the palm and around the wrist, a crystal in the center of the palm.

*– Durant used 8 charges, Stewart used 7 charges. Please add the weapons to the characters sheets (42, 43 charges remain respectively).

OOC: Out of Combat . . . Donovan, Durant, Grayson, Reed, Stewart

 

[Jarval]

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

"I'd like it to be noted that I don't speak any of Latin, Greek, Arabic, or Gaelic. If it'd been Russian, on the other hand." Lucas smiled. "But one of you two wouldn't mind translating for me, would you?

"Speaking of which, I don't suppose I could get a drink, could I?" Lucas leaned back in his seat, trying to get more comfortable. While still looking tired, most of the anxiety had (for now at least) left his face.

 

[Keia]

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

"In truth, there is not much I could tell you about it anyway. I am no longer an active member of the military," she said with a slight shrug, not really interested in disclosing further.

“So you were a soldier in the military?” Myrrdin asked. He smiled to himself and added, “You do not have to answer that . . . I said that I didn’t want to know about your military, and I mean to keep my word – regardless what my subconscious thinks.”

"I hope that they are all right," she said, her eyes searching the viewscreen for any indication that they were indeed alive and well.

Myrrdin nodded in agreement, then appeared somewhat alarmed and ashamed of himself. “I apologize, miss,” Myrrdin commented. “I only meant to keep you a moment or two . . . time passed more quickly than I thought . . . I’m certain you would like to refresh yourself and reassure your companions that may be worried about you. Perhaps we can continue this after . . . in fact, I would like that very much.”

Myrrdin motioned the Jaffa Kai to escort Rylee to where the others were located . . . an opulent roman style bath and relaxation area.

OOC: Rylee Fallon

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

“So you were a soldier in the military?” Myrrdin asked. He smiled to himself and added, “You do not have to answer that . . . I said that I didn’t want to know about your military, and I mean to keep my word – regardless what my subconscious thinks.”

"In a manner of speaking," Rylee said after a brief pause. She was hesitant about talking about her past; she did not want to share it with her companions and she certainly did not want to share it with an alien. So she did not elaborate any further.

Myrrdin nodded in agreement, then appeared somewhat alarmed and ashamed of himself. “I apologize, miss,” Myrrdin commented. “I only meant to keep you a moment or two . . . time passed more quickly than I thought . . . I’m certain you would like to refresh yourself and reassure your companions that may be worried about you. Perhaps we can continue this after . . . in fact, I would like that very much.”

"Yes, I would like to speak again later. It has been a long time since I have been able to speak with another in the language of my homeland," she replied. Not that she had ever expected to speak to another person in Gaelic again, and she never expected to be doing so in a situation as this. She offered Myrrdin a small smile, before taking her leave and following Kai to where the others were. She already felt a little more at ease... though not completely. When they reached the bathing area, she paused, gazing at the decorations in amazement. She had certainly not been expecting this...