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<blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 1283316" data-attributes="member: 98">Inside Warehouse 37 Las Vegas, Nevada0723:42 hours, June 3, 2003Durant spoke as calmly as he could in his situation, though his voice was becoming raspy from lack of moisture.&nbsp; The heat from the room had parched his mouth and his lips cracked.&nbsp; His eyes were too dry as well, as he needed to constantly blink to keep them lubricated and focused.&nbsp; The metal of his gun was becoming much warmer in his hands than any time in the desert.&nbsp; Montoya and Fallon were experiencing the same circumstances, though, by not speaking as much, they were conserving their voices.The creature on the other hand, simply looked down on Durant.&nbsp; Its eyes smoldered and it was impossible to read the creature’s expression.&nbsp; The seconds ticked life away as nothing seemed to happen in the room.&nbsp; It didn’t respond to Durant.&nbsp; It&nbsp; began to sway slightly from side to side, almost to a rhythm only it could hear.Finally it spoke, though in its language, not English . . .&quot;Trrreeyyy hu-mann torresss sinarass terr diplarrasss . . .&quot;For Jeremiah, the words were spoken just as he stuck his head through the access panel and prepared to stand on the metal grating, thirty some feet above and fifteen feet away from where Durant was listening to the creature.&nbsp; The object which caught his sight, though it was more than a hundred feet away was a forty foot tall metal circle standing on its side.&nbsp; It could only be one thing . . . the Stargate.Jeremiah thought that ‘diplarrasss’ meant heard or spoken to, though again, every think was speculative.OOC: Craig, Jeremiah, Ricardo, Rylee (and everyone else too!!) </blockquote>

[QUOTE="Keia, post: 1283316, member: 98"] [i]Inside Warehouse 37 Las Vegas, Nevada 0723:42 hours, June 3, 2003[/i] Durant spoke as calmly as he could in his situation, though his voice was becoming raspy from lack of moisture. The heat from the room had parched his mouth and his lips cracked. His eyes were too dry as well, as he needed to constantly blink to keep them lubricated and focused. The metal of his gun was becoming much warmer in his hands than any time in the desert. Montoya and Fallon were experiencing the same circumstances, though, by not speaking as much, they were conserving their voices. The creature on the other hand, simply looked down on Durant. Its eyes smoldered and it was impossible to read the creature’s expression. The seconds ticked life away as nothing seemed to happen in the room. It didn’t respond to Durant. It began to sway slightly from side to side, almost to a rhythm only it could hear. Finally it spoke, though in its language, not English . . . [COLOR=DarkOrange][B][SIZE=4]"Trrreeyyy hu-mann torresss sinarass terr diplarrasss . . ."[/SIZE][/B][/COLOR] For Jeremiah, the words were spoken just as he stuck his head through the access panel and prepared to stand on the metal grating, thirty some feet above and fifteen feet away from where Durant was listening to the creature. The object which caught his sight, though it was more than a hundred feet away was a forty foot tall metal circle standing on its side. It could only be one thing . . . the Stargate. Jeremiah thought that ‘diplarrasss’ meant heard or spoken to, though again, every think was speculative. [COLOR=Silver]OOC: Craig, Jeremiah, Ricardo, Rylee (and everyone else too!!) [/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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