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

[Jarval]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

Stewart held out Campbell's half-empty canteen to the others use before tossing it back to Leonard. Lt. Reed looked to Lucas first, motioning with her hand that she was offering the water to him first.

"Sure, sugah," she replied in her Southern accent. "though I wished we had more flammables. Too bad we couldn't cut a tree down or somethin', at least we got some flares an' whatnot."

"Thanks." Lucas took the canteen, trickling a small amount of the water over his head. He wiped his face on the sleeve of his fatigues, then passed the canteen onto Lt. Reed.

"It'll have to do, unless we want to start burning tires. Which wouldn't be a good idea." He frowned thoughtfully. "Or we could siphon some gas out of the fuel tank. We got anything to put it in?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

Lorelai wiped at her forehead with the back of her hand, trying to ignore the fact that her clothes were sticking to her and that every breath felt like she had stuck her head in an oven and inhaled. The heat certainly made thinking difficult.

Snapping her finger at Durant, she spoke loudly in his direction. "Hey! Navy boy! No one's going through that gate until we get an address. I could sit here for a couple of eons trying every combination until I hit the right one, but I don't think you want to end up as a possible heat source. I'm sure one of your superiors knows something about these prisoners of theirs. Maybe an address to send them back through?"

Her dark eyes landed on Andreev, the blackness of the orbs reflecting the flickering flames around them. "What else do you know about the Stargate? From what I can see, this dialing device doesn't seem to have anything that allows it to store address information. Even if it did, the Nagas have been messing with this thing repeatedly enough to put a great deal of addresses in it."

 

[kid A]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

Her dark eyes landed on Andreev, the blackness of the orbs reflecting the flickering flames around them. "What else do you know about the Stargate? From what I can see, this dialing device doesn't seem to have anything that allows it to store address information. Even if it did, the Nagas have been messing with this thing repeatedly enough to put a great deal of addresses in it."

He gave her a blank look. He honestly did not know what to do. Racking his brain, he spoke to her, "I am trying to remember everything I have read about the Stargate project. However, it is obvious that some extremely vital information," he gestured toward the lava pools, "was withheld from us. Whatever we do, we seem to be on our own." Silently, he cursed the people who were leading this project. All the people in thaat silly briefing he attending with Craig. How were they supposed to successfully complete their mission without all the necessary information?

Andreev was desperate. His mind was racing, bringing up every detail he could think of from his studies of the Stargate schematics and files. He managed to think of something, but it was a longshot. Still, any kind of lead at this point would be helpful to their situation. He snapped his radio from his belt and called up to Donovan. "Lt. Donovan! I need for you, Lt. Reed and Mr. Fisher to do a thorough search of the desk in that room. Look for anything that might give us a clue to the address to these... creatures'... home world. Quickly, Lieutenant!"

He lowered his radio slightly, waiting for an answer from Donovan and leveling his eyes on the Stargate.

 

[MadThinker]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

He lowered his radio slightly, waiting for an answer from Donovan and leveling his eyes on the Stargate.

*#%*!!!

When Ilianov's voice came over his radio, Donovan called down the shaft to Montoya. "Hold on a second, Montoya!" He grabbed his radio and replied, "It's gonna have to wait a minute, Sir. It's just me up here and I got Montoya haflway up the elevator shaft. Reed and Fisher aren't back yet. Fisher, Reed, you guys copy this?" He put his radio back and started pulling Montoya back up again.

 

[Nuke261]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

Snapping her finger at Durant, she spoke loudly in his direction. "Hey! Navy boy! No one's going through that gate until we get an address. I could sit here for a couple of eons trying every combination until I hit the right one, but I don't think you want to end up as a possible heat source. I'm sure one of your superiors knows something about these prisoners of theirs. Maybe an address to send them back through?"

The snap of Lorelai's fingers brought his attention to the Stargate and the DHD. He must have changed his train of thought enough, because what Lorelai was asking him actually made some sense. The look on his face became much more determined as he spoke. He had been trying so hard to fit into this new role that he was not looking at events in his normal scales of black and white. Whoever brought the sizzling-snakes here also torched the entire warehouse, or let them do it. That meant from their point of view there were no friendlies in the area. That meant the lava-snakes of doom were either left as a trap or a delaying tactic.

"Andreev. Here is the plan. We open the gate and carry on with our mission. These fire-bastards are just trying to stop us. So we bypass them for now, go make friends with the people on another planet and get some ideas or help from them on how to deal with our reptile problem. Then we come back home and squash 'em. " The look on Durant's face clearly showed that he was deadly serious. "I need input from your perspective. Is it gonna work?" Durant threw a quick glance at Lorelai, not sure how much she heard.

 

[Jarval]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

"... Fisher, Reed, you guys copy this?" He put his radio back and started pulling Montoya back up again.

"Yeah, we hear you." Lucas radios back to Donovan.

"Hey, Leonard, we got a crowbar or a tire iron or anything? That desk might take some work to get into." He makes for the stairway down, hurrying back into the warehouse.

 

[Calim]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

"Um sir" Jeremiah quietly begins,"from what I remember of the paperwork about the gate, there is a large reportand a bright light. The lizards may hear it and try and find out what is happening or worse, they may just plain attack us."

Jeremiah looks around tentatively making sure the lizards are still in there holes. "We might send them to an address that we already have, from what i read it is only one way, so they won't be able to come back."

 

[Keia]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0727 hours, June 3, 2003

Donovan continued to assist Montoya up through the elevator shaft, pausing only to call for back-up on his radio to Lt. Reed and Lucas Fisher. When Montoya reached the top, Donovan was certain he wouldn’t have made it up the shaft without his help. Montoya refused assistance once within the charred security room. He gathered his gear and made his way up the stairs to the outdoors, disappointment clearly on his face.

Outside, a quick search of the vehicles turned up two tire irons, which Lt. Stewart and Lucas grabbed and began their descent into the heat of the warehouse. Lt. Reed waited for Montoya at the top of the stairs, whispered some instructions to him, then followed the others down the stairs.

Donovan had already begun working the desk over, chipping some of the blackened crust from desk with a climbing spike.

OOC: Fisher, Donovan

 

[kid A]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0726 hours, June 3, 2003

"Andreev. Here is the plan. We open the gate and carry on with our mission. These fire-bastards are just trying to stop us. So we bypass them for now, go make friends with the people on another planet and get some ideas or help from them on how to deal with our reptile problem. Then we come back home and squash 'em. " The look on Durant's face clearly showed that he was deadly serious. "I need input from your perspective. Is it gonna work?" Durant threw a quick glance at Lorelai, not sure how much she heard.

Andreev listened carefully to Durant's proposal, trying to weigh the options in his head. In addition, he listened to Jeremiah's words, taking into account what exactly it meant for all involved. It was a great deal to think about, but he needed to make a decision fast.

Finally, after some thought, he answered Durant, "Commander, it is my belief that we should open the Stargate to one of the our pre-determined destinations, and send them through. Mr. Grayson is correct - the creatures will most assuredly respond to the Stargate's operation, and they will be expecting us to take action soon after bringing it online. I do not wish to send these creatures to an unknown world, and I truly regret that we cannot find their exact location, however at this point they are endangering our team and our mission, and we cannot allow either to happen. It may be that our best interests involve the continued search for the "naga's" homeworld coordinates in the room upstairs. In eitehr situation, though, I believe that Doctor Nguyen, Mr. Grayson and myself should begin the preparations," he gestured towards the Stargate, "for our friends' departure."

 

[MadThinker]

Outside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0727 hours, June 3, 2003

Donovan had already begun working the desk over, chipping some of the blackened crust from desk with a climbing spike.

Donovan felt really bad for Montoya. Mostly, he felt bad because he had thought Montoya would be okay after his surgery. Even though there was no way he could've known about the heat in this place, Donovan still felt guilty for allowing Montoya to come. He watched Montoya gather his gear and go up the stairs, and then he went to work doing what Ilianov wanted him to do. He grabbed a climbing spike, and started chipping away at the desk. He tried to find a way into the desk, and tried not to think about Montoya.