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[D20 Modern] Stargate SG-1 - Part II - It's getting warmer
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Jarval
Explorer
Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0717 hours, June 3, 2003
"Of course, if it is the Stargate, that's rather worrying. I mean, someone else down here, who knows how to work it? Not an ideal situation."
Las Vegas, Nevada
0717 hours, June 3, 2003
"Eh, I hadn't thought of that. Shame Lorelai's not with us. I'm sure she'd have given us an impromptu lecture on wormhole thermodynamics." Lucas smiles, remembering the young professor's enthusiastic explanations during the flight.Vardeman said:
"Of course, if it is the Stargate, that's rather worrying. I mean, someone else down here, who knows how to work it? Not an ideal situation."
Nuke261
Rogue Warrior
Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0717 hours, June 3, 2003
Durant stood and watched as Montoya and Fisher descended into the shaft. He attempted to guide their lines, but it was obvious both of these men were accustomed to this type of work. Durant stood up and wiped the sweat from his face as he looked back into the room. Everyone had indeed gathered and the flashlights beams flying across the room proved it. "Does anyone have night vision goggles with them?" Probably too much to ask.
Las Vegas, Nevada
0717 hours, June 3, 2003
Durant stood and watched as Montoya and Fisher descended into the shaft. He attempted to guide their lines, but it was obvious both of these men were accustomed to this type of work. Durant stood up and wiped the sweat from his face as he looked back into the room. Everyone had indeed gathered and the flashlights beams flying across the room proved it. "Does anyone have night vision goggles with them?" Probably too much to ask.
Fanog
First Post
Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0717 hours, June 3, 2003
Leonard listens to Lucas and Ricardo as the two men are working in the elevator. the Stargate still open? Would that mean that something entered through here? Would the still be done here, or they -whoever they are - cause this havoc on their way out?
The question from Durant stops Leonard from worrying. He shakes his head, adding a shot "No, Sir. I'm afraid not."
Perhaps slightly worried by the intense heat, or peeved at not having anything to do, Leonard approaches the Lt.Commander. "Sir, the desk drawers seems like they might have withstood whatever happened here. I can probably pry them clear and open in a few moments, while they are working on the elevator. The drawers might hold something useful, information or otherwise. Sir?" Leonard takes a hand through his hair, sweaty from the dark atmosphere and the heat.
Las Vegas, Nevada
0717 hours, June 3, 2003
Leonard listens to Lucas and Ricardo as the two men are working in the elevator. the Stargate still open? Would that mean that something entered through here? Would the still be done here, or they -whoever they are - cause this havoc on their way out?
The question from Durant stops Leonard from worrying. He shakes his head, adding a shot "No, Sir. I'm afraid not."
Perhaps slightly worried by the intense heat, or peeved at not having anything to do, Leonard approaches the Lt.Commander. "Sir, the desk drawers seems like they might have withstood whatever happened here. I can probably pry them clear and open in a few moments, while they are working on the elevator. The drawers might hold something useful, information or otherwise. Sir?" Leonard takes a hand through his hair, sweaty from the dark atmosphere and the heat.
Keia
I aim to misbehave
Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0719 hours, June 3, 2003
After calling out to Durant to report the bullet impacts onto the building, the sounds stopped. Donovan and Stewart sighted down their respective weapons, waiting for someone to open the door and come down the steps but no one did . . . yet.
Jeremiah looked over the desk . . . the metal desk was covered in a black crusty material at a depth of about a half an inch. Based on Jeremiah’s estimation, it would take some pounding to chip the material – though it was definitely doable. Obviously something with a sharper edge would do the trick a lot quicker.
Lt. Reed continued to chip away black material on the plate on the wall which most likely was concealing a fire extinguisher. She was making progress but hadn’t opened the area to reveal what was inside.
Montoya and Fisher worked together to chip away the black crust on the access panel. The material was definitely charcoal based, though appeared to have something else mixed with it – napalm perhaps. The access panel itself was quite large – four foot tall by three foot wide. The door appeared to swing out away from the elevator shaft and into whatever space was beyond. Within minutes the panel was cleared enough to be ready to be opened.
One thing that hadn't changed was the heat . . . but there was a change, just not very noticable. Rylee noticed it first, followed shortly thereafter by Andreev. It was getting tougher to breath . . . Andreev noticed it as a decrease in oxygen levels - something he was familiar with in the space program.
OOC: All
Las Vegas, Nevada
0719 hours, June 3, 2003
After calling out to Durant to report the bullet impacts onto the building, the sounds stopped. Donovan and Stewart sighted down their respective weapons, waiting for someone to open the door and come down the steps but no one did . . . yet.
Jeremiah looked over the desk . . . the metal desk was covered in a black crusty material at a depth of about a half an inch. Based on Jeremiah’s estimation, it would take some pounding to chip the material – though it was definitely doable. Obviously something with a sharper edge would do the trick a lot quicker.
Lt. Reed continued to chip away black material on the plate on the wall which most likely was concealing a fire extinguisher. She was making progress but hadn’t opened the area to reveal what was inside.
Montoya and Fisher worked together to chip away the black crust on the access panel. The material was definitely charcoal based, though appeared to have something else mixed with it – napalm perhaps. The access panel itself was quite large – four foot tall by three foot wide. The door appeared to swing out away from the elevator shaft and into whatever space was beyond. Within minutes the panel was cleared enough to be ready to be opened.
One thing that hadn't changed was the heat . . . but there was a change, just not very noticable. Rylee noticed it first, followed shortly thereafter by Andreev. It was getting tougher to breath . . . Andreev noticed it as a decrease in oxygen levels - something he was familiar with in the space program.
OOC: All
Dark Nemesis
First Post
Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0719 hours, June 3, 2003
She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She had never been this deep underground, and thought at first that her anxiety was from a touch of claustrophobia. Perhaps, though, it was fro something else. "Is anyone else noticing that it's getting harder to breathe?"
Las Vegas, Nevada
0719 hours, June 3, 2003
She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She had never been this deep underground, and thought at first that her anxiety was from a touch of claustrophobia. Perhaps, though, it was fro something else. "Is anyone else noticing that it's getting harder to breathe?"
Calim
First Post
Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0719 hours, June 3, 2003
"Anyone have a knife of some kind that I could use to try and see what was in this desk?" Jeremiah looks at part of the group he can see while kneeling beside the desk to examine the drawers. Hearing Rylee he pauses a moment then continues hoping she is wrong. "Something may have survived to say what was going on here."
Las Vegas, Nevada
0719 hours, June 3, 2003
"Anyone have a knife of some kind that I could use to try and see what was in this desk?" Jeremiah looks at part of the group he can see while kneeling beside the desk to examine the drawers. Hearing Rylee he pauses a moment then continues hoping she is wrong. "Something may have survived to say what was going on here."
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Fanog
First Post
Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0719 hours, June 3, 2003
Leonard looks up from his conversation with Durant, looking at Jeremiah at the desk. "Jeremiah, a combat knife might work just fine. Didn't you get one last morning? I'll help you on the desk, assuming the Lt.Commander is okay with us tampering with it."
Leonard waits for a reaction from Durant and starts working on the desk drawers once he gets appoval.
Las Vegas, Nevada
0719 hours, June 3, 2003
Leonard looks up from his conversation with Durant, looking at Jeremiah at the desk. "Jeremiah, a combat knife might work just fine. Didn't you get one last morning? I'll help you on the desk, assuming the Lt.Commander is okay with us tampering with it."
Leonard waits for a reaction from Durant and starts working on the desk drawers once he gets appoval.
