[D20 Modern] Stargate SG-1 - Part II - It's getting warmer

[KitanaVorr]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0723:42 hours, June 3, 2003

Lorelai waited as patiently as she could while she was being lowered. All the while she continued to observe the surroundings, seeing what she could extrapolate from it. Where did these creatures come from? Where did that lava come from? Did they bring it with them was it already here? Why where the creatures here? That and many other questions rung in her mind as she grew closer to heat below her.

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0723:54 hours, June 3, 2003

Montoya muttered to Durant, “Got company, on the grating, probably ours.” Ricardo, still knelling on the warm warehouse floor, kept his weapon trained on the smaller of the creatures.

The larger creature turned slightly from Durant, and began speaking to the smaller creature. Its voice grew louder than the tone it had originally taken with Durant, the sounds reverberating against the walls of warehouse and against Durant and the others. The small flames that licked on the creature grew in intensity.

The smaller creature retreated a step at the words and intensity, obviously in fear of the larger creature.

Several heads popped up out of the lava, Rylee noted. Eleven in all, though only five heads were even of the size of the smaller creature (the seven foot tall smaller creature) before them. The rest were smaller . . . children, perhaps.

As the voice grew louder, the smaller heads quickly sunk beneath the surface of the lava pools, but the larger one remained out.

OOC: Durant, Fallon, Grayson, Montoya

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0723:54 hours, June 3, 2003

The heat was definitely an issue in the warehouse, Jeremiah thought. Sweat dripped form his pores, or worse – didn’t drip in some places. In those, the heat burned as those touching a warming pot on the oven. It felt as though you should pull your hand away, but you just couldn’t. In addition, whether from the heat, the excitement, or the stress, Jeremiah felt light headed – almost in a slight stupor.

He gripped the rail tightly to stop from falling and listened below to the words of the creature. The creature continued to speak though not to Durant, but to the smaller creature near it. The words echoed within the warehouse, but not so bad here that Jeremiah couldn’t understand – in fact, the words could almost be felt. They felt, like everything else here, hot on his head.

Looking at the creature helped Jeremiah to understand, noting his posture motions and intonations as he spoke. Finally, it clicked. He didn’t understand all of the words but he understood enough to know what was happening.

The creature was berating the smaller one, seemingly because the smaller one was wasting its time. Something about simply destroying those that could not help, rather than wasting precious heat. Better to use them as fuel, if they could not help . . . not even understand.

OOC: Other than the words already decoded earlier, Jeremiah can phrase single syllable words for sentences of no more than seven words to communicate with the creature. To Jeremiah, the large creature appears frustrated and is soon to do something about it, which can’t be good for those on the ground.

OOC: Jeremiah

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0723:54 hours, June 3, 2003

After Jeremiah unhooked his harness and moved through the access panel onto the grating, Lucas began lowering Lorelai the short ten feet down the elevator shaft to the access panel. As the rope passed through Lucas’ hands, he noted that it was drying – the extreme heat stealing whatever moisture remained naturally within the fibers. By his estimation no more than ten minutes remained before the rope because too brittle and unsafe to use for this purpose.

To Lorelai, the descent went very smoothly, and she moved to the access panel and braced herself as well as any highly skilled climber. As she unhooked her harness and prepared to step through onto the metal grating, she was able to take in the hellish panorama below before her.

The creatures, she noted, looked something like the salamanders or nagas of legend, myth and folklore. The pools of lava bubbled occasionally, and it appeared as though several of these creatures were in each of the pools. The large salamander or naga was speaking to a smaller one, its voice booming and reverberating throughout the warehouse.

Only a hundred feet away stood vertical metal disk more than forty feet tall. Strange markings appeared and disappeared on the disk as the varying light from the pools cast shadows over the disk. Nearby the disk, the dialing device looked intact – perhaps the only thing intact in the entire warehouse, other than the Stargate itself.

OOC: Durant, Fallon, Grayson, Montoya, Nguyen

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37 - Upstairs
Las Vegas, Nevada
0723:54 hours, June 3, 2003

A heated discussion was quietly taking place as the tension of not knowing what was happening below took place. After raising suspicions that this could have been a set-up (something that Leonard Campbell and Lt. Reed agreed upon), the issue was raised on whether the state of this facility should be reported to Major General Easton, as well as the suspicions of what had happened here. Of course, it could be reported later . . . but what if the team didn’t come back.

Finally, Campbell volunteered, along with Lt. Stewart, to head back outside and to Nellis to report what they had found, to get help, and to report on the team status. Of course, any finally decision rested with Commander Durant, though he appeared somewhat busy at the moment.

OOC: Fanog has e-mailed me that he will not be able to play for a long while. As such, his character is returning to report so that he can again participate when he is able. I wish him all the best!

OOC: Campbell, Donovan, Ilianov

 

[kid A]

Inside Warehouse 37 - Upstairs
Las Vegas, Nevada
0723:54 hours, June 3, 2003

Finally, Campbell volunteered, along with Lt. Stewart, to head back outside and to Nellis to report what they had found, to get help, and to report on the team status. Of course, any finally decision rested with Commander Durant, though he appeared somewhat busy at the moment.

Everything was happening very quickly. Andreev was extremely irritated at the girl's inability to take order's, despite her obvious lack of military training. He was not trying to keep her from her work, he was merely attempting to keep her out of harm's way. No matter. She was already strapped into her harness and being lowered into the elevator shaft. He smiled briefly, noticing the slow rate at which Lucas was lowering her, hoping that it was irritating her to no end.

Trying to listen to the radio, he felt Lt. Reed's hand fall on his shoulder. Looking in her eye's, he could see her understanding, which comforted him, but she had other business to attend to as well. He listened to her findings, and then found himself in the middle of a "discussion" concerning their current situation. He was not entirely convinced that this wasn't a set-up, although he knew he did not have all the information necessary to make that assessment. Finally, knowing that they were waiting for a decision of sorts, Andreev spoke to it, "I agree that our situation needs reported back to base. Mr. Campbell and Lt. Stewart should head back to Nellis to let Major General Easton. We will handle things here as best we can until we recieve further assistance from Nellis, or until the situation can be resolved."

He reached out his hand and grabbed Leonard's wrist. "Be quick, my friend. And be careful!"

 

[Calim]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0723:54 hours, June 3, 2003

Jeremiah stands up as straight as possible, looks towards the largest creature and in his best voice in an alien language that he had just put some semblance to, "What can we do to help?"

 

[Keia]

"What can we do to help?"

"Sar karass ra assassar?", Jeremiah asked, standing on the edge of the landing, swaying slightly in the heat. Jeremiah's throat was going to become raw quickly by using their language, or at least what he thought was their language.

The large salamander whirled on Jeremiah, looking up at the metal grating platform for perhaps the first time. His eyes blazed within their inky blackness and the flames on the salamander itself flared briefly.

OOC: This was the creature's reaction to hearing the voice. It has not yet responsed just reacted to hearing the voice from there, in case anyone else had anything.

 

[Jarval]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0723:54 hours, June 3, 2003

"We've got another problem. Pretty minor in comparison with some of what's going on, but it could be an issue when it comes to getting everyone down there out again." Lucas calls quietly to Andreev.

"We've got ten minutes at best before this rope become too brittle to use. The heat in here's baking all the moisture out of it. It's already gone beyond what I'd normally be happy using."

 

[Nuke261]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0723:54 hours, June 3, 2003

He tried to stay focused on the creatures while blinking the sweat out of his eyes. The heat seemed to be getting worse, but it was probably just his prolonged exposure to it. This is getting us nowhere! Durant reached for his radio to check everyone's position before kicking things up a notch. Then he could of sworn he heard Jeremiah speaking the damned thing's language. Sure enough, a quick glance back towards the catwalk showed Jeremiah up there preaching to the 'snake-lord, fire-beast.' He continued to reach for his radio.

"About f@(&ing time Grayson! I was about to become BBQed snake dinner." Durant smirked. I can't belive the kid picked up the fragging lingo already! He's gotta be better than his file said. This team just might have a chance yet!