[Stargate SG-1 RPG] Part III - The Enemy of my Friend . . .

[Dark Nemesis]

Somewhere over the planet
P7X – 912
44 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

Just as he began walking toward the bathing area, Rylee appeared through the doorway. Many questions popped into his head, but she seemed exhausted, so he gestured to his feet, deciding to ask only one: "Miss Fallon, should I remove these bandages before I bathe?"

She looked up in time to see Lorelai disappear into the bathing room, as Andreev asked her a question. She is quite surprised; she had prepared herself mentally for a barrage of questions from him, but the one he actually asked her was the last one she had expected. "Ah... you can take the bandages off. But I would avoid the hot bath, if I were you."

She bit her lower lip, and regarded her boots seriously. She was quite surprised at the callousness displayed by some of the other members of the team. The others were on the planet, possibly dying, and they were more concerned about taking a hot bath. But, on the other hand, she too yearned to get cleaned up, and deep in her heart she knew that sitting around worrying was going to do nothing for their missing companions. She sighed and shook her head. Things were so much simpler up in the mountains. Granted, it had also been quite lonely. "What am I doing? I do not understand these people," she said quietly. The question was mostly directed at herself, but a response from Lucas would not be unwelcome.

 

[Jarval]

Somewhere over the planet
P7X - 912
44 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

"I guess a bath comes a bit higher up your list of priorities if you're used to living with hot water on tap all the time." Lucas replied to Rylee. "Of course, they probably think we're smelly savages for not immediately diving into the tub." He smiled, then noticed her look of pain as she moved.

"Oh, I'd forgotten you'd been hurt. How bad is it? I can probably get a first aid kit from Artorius if you want?" He started for the door, then paused. "Or they might even have some kind of super space age first-aid kit.

"Hey, Andreev?" He called through into the bathroom. "Can you ask one of these guys if there we could get hold of some of our gear, or if there are any medical facilities on-board?"

 

[Keia]

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Less than an hour since arrival, June 3, 2003

OOC: For time concerns, I will assume that Jeremiah will translate the comments between Durant, Donovan, Stewart and Medraut. Let me know in a post if that will not be the case.

Turning to his new friend, he spoke in Gaelic. "Is there any medical facilities down here?" "Is there somewhere, something, or someone we can take her to for help?"

“I am the only one in these facilities, Tauri,” Medraut responded. “I have some tools that may aid in the healing of the female. I would not worry, your bodies are amazingly resilient. Come with me to the meeting room and I will help as I can.”

With that said, Medraut ambled from the room down a hallway. Jeremiah recognized that it was the same hallway that he traveled the first time he was here.

Assuming that the team followed the large humanoid, Medraut (limping heavily) guided the four (with Reed carried between them) down several hallways into a room of the same stone as the entrance. A long, flat table and chairs of stone are in the room as well as a raised pool of clear liquid (with stone of the same material as the walls) against one wall. Various metal cups line the rim of the well.

“Place her on the table and I will do what I can,” Medraut said.

OOC: Donovan, Durant, Grayson, Reed, Stewart

 

[Keia]

Myrrdin’s Ha’tak
P7X – 912
Less than an hour since arrival, June 3, 2003[/i]

She said then turned to one of the attendants. "Might we be able to get our clothing cleaned or acquire replacements while we bathe?"

“Of course,” the female attendant said, smiling pleasantly, “Robes or togas will be available – as you prefer – until your clothes are properly cleaned and returned to you. Please follow me and we may begin your bath.”

The attendant looked to Andreev, hoping that she managed to answer his question as well. “My name is Iseult, and your comfort and relaxation are my responsibility.”

With that said, the woman in the tartan toga bowed slightly, then began walking to the room with the baths. She paused, looking for Lorelai to follow, and added, “Screens are available should you wish you privacy from you companions . . . though that is not the custom here."

OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Somewhere over the planet
P7X - 912
44 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

"I guess a bath comes a bit higher up your list of priorities if you're used to living with hot water on tap all the time." Lucas replied to Rylee. "Of course, they probably think we're smelly savages for not immediately diving into the tub." He smiled, then noticed her look of pain as she moved.

She smiled at Lucas' words, feeling comforted by them some. Of course, people had different priorities. "You are right, of course. Perhaps it would be nice to enjoy a hot bath that did not include carrying buckets of river water up a very steep hill."

She is a little surprised at Lucas' concern, but quite touched by it. "Probably nothing worse than a few burns and broken ribs." Then, when Lucas asked Andreev about their gear, a look of concern came over her face and she got to her feet. Where were her weapons?

 

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Less than an hour since arrival, June 3, 2003

As they followed behind Medraut carrying Reed, Durant noticed they all tried to carry her as gently as possible. The sad fact of the matter was that she was unconscious and could no longer feel a damn thing. But she had been a valuable member of the team, even if just for a short while, and it was obvious she had meant something to her teammates.

"Where are the rest of the Tok'ra?" Durant asked in English without thinking. Or perhaps he simply expected Medraut to know English, seemed like most everyone did. At least on Earth. "We were sent to recruit the Tok'ra in helping us to retake the Stargate back home. Are the rest of them nearby?"

 

[kid A]

Andreev Ilianov

Myrrdin’s Ha’tak
P7X – 912
Less than an hour since arrival, June 3, 2003[/i]

The attendant looked to Andreev, hoping that she managed to answer his question as well. "My name is Iseult, and your comfort and relaxation are my responsibility.”

Andreev winced at Rylee's answer about his feet, but nonetheless thanked her and continued toward the bathhouse. He would simply have to set his feet on the edge of the tub.

He felt a slight bit of confusion, as the woman, Iseult she said her name was, did not directly answer his question about their gear. Lucas had requested that Andreev ask the same question, not moments after he had already inquired Iseult about it in Latin. Turning first to nod in ascent to Lucas, he returned his gaze to the attractive woman and repeated his question, "Will our belongings be returned to us soon, so that we may have access to our equipment?"

 

[Keia]

Myrrdin’s Ha’tak
P7X – 912
Less than an hour since arrival, June 3, 2003

"Will our belongings be returned to us soon, so that we may have access to our equipment?"

Andreev noticed a deep blush rise from Iseult's chest and into her face. Looking into her eyes, he could easily see her embarassment. "I'm sorry, m'lord . . . of course your gear will be provided to you. I will send a runner at once."

Iseult nodded at a younger female attendant, who left the room at a fast walk.

OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[kid A]

Andreev Ilianov

Myrrdin’s Ha’tak
P7X – 912
Less than an hour since arrival, June 3, 2003

Andreev noticed a deep blush rise from Iseult's chest and into her face. Looking into her eyes, he could easily see her embarassment. "I'm sorry, m'lord . . . of course your gear will be provided to you. I will send a runner at once."

Andreev watched as Iseult blushed, feeling another tinge of guilt for having needlessly embarrased the young woman. He quickly turned to Lucas and Rylee, informing them, "Iseult has sent for our gear. I do not know if this will include our weapons, but at the very least we will be able to change into fresh clothes."

Turning back to the attendant, he put on his most dashing smile, and did his best to reassure her. "My dear, I meant no insult to your service. I simply did not know if we had been permitted access to our belongings. Please do not worry about it a moment longer." He moved to one of the tubs and offered a request to her, "We will be needing the screens you had offered. Where we come from, privacy is valued during such activities."

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Less than an hour since arrival, June 3, 2003

Medraut's word gave off a kind of confidence when he spoke of her resilience. A confidence that gave Jeremaih some confidence himself. Yet as he looked over the teams eyes, he felt a still strong feeling of doubt and concern.

"They are a far more advance race." "She will be fine."

Too bad, he didn't have the confidence his words protrayed. She was in pretty bad shape. Even with both hands, he found it hard to hold on to her as a seemingly endless supply of blood ran down her like water.

Medraut has to be able to heal her. He is a Tok'ra. They use humans as host. They most know how to heal them.

As the enter the room, Jeremiah noticed the water. Did it possess healing qualities? It would explain why he he had felt better earlier. Carefully, Jeremiah helped place her on the table.

In Gaelic, "Please save her."