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

[Jarval]

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

Lucas looked at the money in amazement, unsure as to just what wass going on but quickly forming his own ideas.

"Well I'll be damned! Someone set us up! For $5k!" He looked at the nearly ruined bills in annoyance. "Well that's just great. Maybe we want to get some of our people from down there, if those snake things where set as a trap for us?"

 

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

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

"Really, Professor. So you can't find us any new destinations and we were only provided with one. So it looks like we have to go through the gate to carry out our mission and find a solution to our cajun-fried king snakes while we're there." Durant tried not to look to pleased with himself.

Then his radio keyed up.

"Commander, this is Donovan. We got the desk open. It's looking' like someone did know about those things down there after all." Donovan detailed what they had found out from the desk. "What do you want us to do, sir?"

Durant grabbed his radio and broadcast to everyone. "Listen up team. I want everyone down here right now. Donovan, you and Stewart provide rear security." This is not going to be pretty.

"Andreev! I need you and the Professor to see if you can actually get this thing working. I think we've worn out our welcome."

 

[kid A]

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

"Andreev! I need you and the Professor to see if you can actually get this thing working. I think we've worn out our welcome."

After Durant called out his order, Andreev looked over his shoulder at him and nodded his head. "Of course, Commander." He then turned back to Jeremiah, his eyes coming to rest on his young friend's fallen head. "We will need your help again soon. I know that this does not feel to be the most honorable way of dealing with these creatures. However it must be this way, in order to protect our comrades and to save those people who were lost in the Stargate. When the others arrive with the flammables, we will need your best efforts to aid us in distracting them." A sadness enveloped him, as he looked down at Jeremiah, and Andreev hoped that he was making some kind of difference in Jeremiah's feelings. "All will be well, Mr. Grayson." He offered a reassuring smile to him and gestured toward the Stargate. "Come, let us get the Stargate online."

 

[Calim]

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


Jeremiah looks at Andreev nods and moves over to the DHD.

He starts with the simple things and tries to put them together and see if the symbols match anything he knows.

"When the materials from upstairs get here I will need to be the one who givesit to them." Jeremiah states while working over the DHD.

 

[MadThinker]

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

Durant grabbed his radio and broadcast to everyone. "Listen up team. I want everyone down here right now. Donovan, you and Stewart provide rear security." This is not going to be pretty.

"Aye, Sir!" Donovan replied into his radio. He pointed to Reed and Fisher. "Alright, you two, get your harnesses on. You're going down first." Then, he looked over at Stewart, "Let's get the ropes."

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

She looked up, slightly startled when Durant announed that they were leaving. Going through the Stargate? Already? But... how would they get back, if the snakes were still here? Granted, they probably would not be here for much longer, considering how quickly that lava was cooling. Something told her the snakes needed the extreme heat to survive. Otherwise, why would they go through the trouble of burning eveything in their living area?

"I hope whatever they bring as flammables burn well. We'll need a hell of a distraction, since I don't think the snakes will be too happy that we're leaving them to die," she said to Greyson as she took a few steps closer to the rest of the group, still keeping careful watch over the lava pools.

 

[Jarval]

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

Lucas quickly clipped on his climbing harness, then took position beside the lift-shaft.

"Ready when you are." He said cheerfully to Donovan and Reed, glad that a course of action had been decided on.

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0728 hours, June 3, 2003

When Lucas neared the elevator shaft, the smell of burnt rubber was still very strong on the hot air of the shaft. Looking down the shaft to the base, the stone on the floor has a warm glow to it, with several still smoking footprints heading into the warehouse [Spot Check result of 27] .

Stewart helped Donovan with the ropes from the various packs, then looked at the packs. “Sir?” Stewart asked, “What about all of our packs? . . . and the cat?”

Sure enough, as Donovan started to pulled additional rope from a pack, Krizzel stuck out his head and whined a plaintive meow, looking at Donovan with a tilt to his head. The sea bags, backpacks, and various containers all held the remaining gear of the team members that were already down in the warehouse.

Lowering them, and the individuals down the shaft to the bottom could be a problem, if Andreev’s boots and the burnt rubber smell were any indication.

Lt. Reed slid into her climbing harness with practiced ease. She asked, “I know this is probably the least of our worries but, are we taking the money with us?”

OOC: Donovan, Fisher, Stewart

 

[MadThinker]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0728 hours, June 3, 2003

Stewart helped Donovan with the ropes from the various packs, then looked at the packs. “Sir?” Stewart asked, “What about all of our packs? . . . and the cat?”

Donovan answered Stewart, "I don't give a rat's @$$ about that cat, Stewart. As far as I care, we can just leave it here." He looked at the packs adn thought a moment. "We gotta be careful with the packs. The floor looks to be real hot. It looked like Ilianov burned his feet when he touched down earlier. We should send two of us down first, then they can catch the packs before they hit the floor."

Lt. Reed slid into her climbing harness with practiced ease. She asked, “I know this is probably the least of our worries but, are we taking the money with us?”

Donovan hadn't forgotten about the money. "Do they even know about it back at the base? I'd just assume take it with us, but I don't know for sure. Can we fit it all into a pack?"

 

[Keia]

Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0729 hours, June 3, 2003

Lt. Reed offered to take what flammables they had down on the first trip with her. Wearing her pack, the climbing equipment and having various cans and flares in pockets and other holding places, Lt. Chris Reed made her way down ten feet into the shaft, where the access panel was originally. She climbed through (only getting stuck momentarily) and released the climbing harness for the next person. Once on the metal grating, she opened the comm on her radio.

“Commander Durant, I’ve got what flammables we were able to scrounge from the vehicles. You want them brought to you now?” she asked.

Meanwhile upstairs, Lucas, Luther and Lt Stewart (Barry) began gathering gear and preparing to move the operation fully downstairs. Lucas took possession of Krizzel, who had taken a shine to him earlier – and Krizzel seemed to behave for him as well.

**Fast Forward**
0739 hours, June 3, 2003

Before long, the remaining team (Fisher, Stewart and Donovan) were all on the metal grating, having avoided the elevator floor. Gear was piled up on the grating, ready to be dropped down to the warehouse floor or be carried down to the others.

In the warehouse, things were quiet. Ilianov and Nguyen reviewed the procedure for activating the Stargate, but waited until everyone was present. According to the files on the data-pad, the minimum time required between starting the pattern and the gate opening was twenty-two seconds. Ilianov reminded everyone of the explosive opening that the gate would make upon opening and cautioned everyone from being in front of the gate at that time.

Jeremiah continued to work through the language in his head reviewing what was said and the various intonations. It would take a while before he knew everything about it (weeks most likely) and he was making several theoretical guesses based on patterns already discovered in the speaking. All in all it was fascinating, though only upon later reflection on the events. Now, it was a matter of trying to speak properly and buy everyone time to escape.

Rylee watched for several minutes as the one lava pool crusted over and obviously cooled. She then began hearing a slight hum from the very same pool . . . .

OOC: places everyone, places. Andreev and Lorelai are at the DHD. Durant and Grayson are ten feet south of them, near one of the larger pools. Rylee is thirty feet east of them covering the remaining pools. Donovan, Fisher and Stewart are on the metal grating, thirty feet above everyone and almost a hundred feet away from the DHD. Lt. Reed’s placement is based on where Durant wants her.