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

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

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

"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?"

Though obviously refering to Medraut, Jeremiah tried to field his question.

"I have yet to see any other Tok'ra, but this is the only facility I have been too."

He was just about to ask, when he thought of his timing.

Tentively he spoke to Durant, "Maybe, I should save the question until he is done with Reed." "He may need to focus, and we could use some healing ourselves."

 

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

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

Tentively he spoke to Durant, "Maybe, I should save the question until he is done with Reed." "He may need to focus, and we could use some healing ourselves."

"I could care less who or where the Tok'ra are, right now. As long as we can save Reed and find the others." Durant realized he was a bit sharp with Jeremiah but he really wasn't concerned at the moment. Confident that Donovan was right on top of anything Medraut was doing, Durant took some time to examine the rooms they were in as well as a closer look at Medraut. As screwed up as this mission had been he had to admit he was amazed that he was on the other side of the galaxy dealing with an alien being.

No one would ever take him seriously again.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

She sighed softly, feeling a bit relieved when they were informed that their gear would be brought shortly. Then, she looked to Lucas. "Perhaps it would be a good idea to get cleaned up some, before we try treating these wounds." Besides, the prospect of a warm bath sounded really nice. She hoped that at the very least it would do something to remove her nervousness about being on a spaceship.

 

[Jarval]

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

"Sounds like a good idea." Lucas agreed affably. "Better not to get any dressings wet. And after the heat of that warehouse, I think I need a bath."

 

[Carlo]

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

Lorelai selected a steaming bath and began tiredly piling her belt, shoes and less reveling pieces of clothing on the floor while waiting for the servants to arrive with the priviacy screens. "Well then." She said watching the others move to their own selected baths. "I guess our next question is how we go about finding the rest of our team when Myrrdin gives us a chance."

 

[Keia]

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

The servants arrive rather quickly with the team’s gear and surprisingly enough, their weapons as well. It looks as though someone was in the process of cleaning all of the gear, but was stopped in mid-clean.

Moments later, four privacy screens arrive . . . along with several other servants. Now in the room there are six male servants and eight female servants - none of them have been passed over in the looks or manners departments. As such, both rooms are a bustle of activity. The screens are set up in the bathing room with practiced efficiency and the team members are ushered in. Each of the team mates have two servants escort them to the baths, male for the females, and female for the males. The servants help to remove gear and clothing, offering to have the clothes cleaned and togas (with a tartan) are provided in the meantime (after the baths, of course).

Surprisingly, when entering the baths, the servants make to enter them as well – to bath and massage each of you while you are here.

OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[Keia]

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

Donovan worked to make Reed as comfortable as possible, clearing away the tatters of her uniform stuck in the various wounds, and cleaning where he could. Based on his assessment and experience, Reed is clinging to life on willpower alone.

Meanwhile, Medraut affixed a circular gem device onto his six fingered hand, the gem in the palm. He closed his eyes slightly, concentrating, and passed the device over her body . . . once, twice. He opened his eyes and looked to Durant.

“The female is almost beyond my skills to aid,” Medraut commented with some concern, “I may aid her but it will be quite taxing . . . and she must be conscious for it.”

As he waited for Jeremiah to translate for him, Medraut stepped to the well. He grabbed a metal goblet from the rim and dipped it into the water. He took a drink from it, then set it on the table to await the response.

In Donovan’s opinion, he thinks he might be able to awaken her - though with the pain alone she would surely die in moments, thereafter.

Stewart paced around the room, thinking of how to be useful. He got his chance when he spotted an insect crawling on the ceiling enter the room.

OOC: I got an e-mail from Ajkar, who's having computer troubles. He will be NPC'ed until Ajkar is back on track.
OOC: Donovan, Durant, Grayson, Reed, Stewart

 

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

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

Durant noticed Medraut looking at him and turned to face him. He had no idea what he had said but the fact that he walked over and took a drink did not give him a good feeling.

Damn.

He tried not to let the mood of the room bring him down as he looked at Jeremiah. "What exactly did he say, Grayson?" He moved his gaze towards Donovan knowing the bad news would weigh heavily on him as well.

 

[kid A]

Andreev Ilianov

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

Surprisingly, when entering the baths, the servants make to enter them as well – to bath and massage each of you while you are here.

Andreev was surprised to see their weapons returned with the rest of their gear. If nothing else, he expected that they would recieve nothing but their clothing and other, non-lethal belongings.

And if he was surprised by the return of their weapons, Andreev was floored upon seeing Iseult enter the bath with him. Not that she wasn't an attractive woman... she definitely was that... it was simply that he was not used to such service at home. Despite her beauty, he was taken aback at her entrance, and instinctivly moved away from her and turned.

Realizing his reactions, and wishing not to embarass the woman again, he turned back in her direction. Qucikly, he apologized, "I am sorry, my dear, it is simply that I am not used to this sort of treatment where I come from. I do not wish for you to believe that your service is not appreciated."

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

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

Any aggression in Durant's words was probably due to frustration, not angry, thought Jeremiah. He had the whole team to consider. With Reed now lying on the table, Jeremiah turned his attention to Donovan who is cleaning Reed up. He searched for hope in Dovovan's eyes but found little to none. Maybe, Medraut's gem device would provide some results. As Medraut held the device over her, Jeremiah also searched for hope in his eyes, yet found it was hard to read his not quite human face.

“The female is almost beyond my skills to aid,” Medraut commented with some concern, “I may aid her but it will be quite taxing . . . and she must be conscious for it.”

What would they do? Jeremiah knew that this would be a hard decision, and he was glad it was not his.

"What exactly did he say, Grayson?"

Durant's words once again reminded Jeremiah that he was the translator. Not everyone spoke Gaelic. Quickly translating Medraut's words for Durant, Jeremiah waited for a decision. He knew that translator was an important job, but he wished he could do more. He hated the wait.