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

[Dark Nemesis]

Myrrdin’s Ha’tak
P7X - 912
More than two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

"I am also ready to go as soon as possible, ut Myrrdin made it quite clear that he was going to wait a few hours before letting us go down there. We should rest until then," Rylee said at last. The events of the day were wearing upon her. Though she hated the idea of sleeping while their companions were stuck dealing with the bugs, being exhausted would not help them either.

 

[Keia]

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Almost two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

"But first I must ask, does the name 'Cthulhu' have anything to do with these 'Old Ones'?[/COLOR]

Medraut nodded his head in the affirmative, looking to Jeremiah to continue . . .

Suddenly, Durant caught on to what Medraut was saying! "You know the world this all started on? Do you know what happened or how we can stop it!"

“Yes, I know of which world this all started on,” Medraut replied. “From the descriptions of the surroundings and terrain, plus what has happened at your base since your return, R'lyeh is the world this started on. The team that traveled there, unwittingly released minions of the Old Ones . . . at least we can only hope they were minions. The Old Ones were/are much more powerful than any Goa’uld, even Ra at his height. It took the combined might of the four great races to lock the Old Ones on R'lyeh. The event almost wiped one of the great races from existence, and caused another to retire from this galaxy entirely. A third took a vow of passivity, leaving only the remaining great race to tend to this part of the galaxy. Time passed and the vacuum of power was filled . . . by the goa’uld. . . .”

Medraut was interrupted by a groan from Lt. Reed, after which she managed, “Commander?”

OOC: Donovan, Durant, Grayson, Reed, Stewart

 

[Keia]

Myrrdin’s Ha’tak
P7X - 912
More than two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

The foursome continued their conversations for a few more minutes before they heard a sharp clapping sound from beyond the arch of their room. Looking around the servants at the edges of the room looked more wary (much like someone does when their boss comes in the room).

"Perhaps you are ready to continue our conversations," Artorius called from the hallway. "I am currently available for questions. If you would prefer, I can escort you to Myrrdin, and we both can answer any questions you may have."

OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Almost two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

This is not good.
Durant was trying to accept everything Medraut was telling them. If this was even half true, they (and by they he meant the entire planet, Earth) were in for a LOT more than they bargained for. How the hell were they going to stop these things on their own? Medraut better have some damn good ideas. Craig Durant had lived his life keeping his country safe from outside forces, there was no way he was going to roll over and quit now that the stakes had gone up. Before he could ask any more questions, Reed muttered his name. They were on a first name basis, he called her Chris and she called him Commander. He rushed to her, being careful not to actually bump her and aggravate any unhealed wounds. "I'm right here, everything's all right. What do you want?"

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremaih Grayson

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Almost two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

Medraut's nod gave life to something he thought was purely fantasy. How could it be!? He could only assume that the story of the 'Old Ones' was brought to earth by one of the great races..or possibly even the Gou'ald. The story was probably pasted down generation after generation until H.P. Lovecraft wrote it down. Lovecraft probably never imaged that this story could be true.

His excitement overpowered him as he tried to hold back a smile. Just the thought of a story that old gave him addition hope of finding his root language. It had probably been translated dozens of times before it found it's way to English. As the possible implications of the story and the stargate raced through Jeremiah's head, Medraut began to talk.

“Yes, I know of which world this all started on,” Medraut replied. “From the descriptions of the surroundings and terrain, plus what has happened at your base since your return, R'lyeh is the world this started on. The team that traveled there, unwittingly released minions of the Old Ones . . . at least we can only hope they were minions. The Old Ones were/are much more powerful than any Goa’uld, even Ra at his height. It took the combined might of the four great races to lock the Old Ones on R'lyeh. The event almost wiped one of the great races from existence, and caused another to retire from this galaxy entirely. A third took a vow of passivity, leaving only the remaining great race to tend to this part of the galaxy. Time passed and the vacuum of power was filled . . . by the goa’uld. .

Jeremiah's excitement once again got the better of him as he blutted out the first question that came to his head. "How do we contact the race responsible for this part of the galaxy?" After all, it made sense that if they toke care of them once, they could do it again. Besides, he wouldn't miss a chance to talk to another race, especially one this old.

Jeremaih's excitement continued to allow his mind to race. He felt as though he was living an ancient greek or egyptian myth. In fact, he would of continued to drift if it weren't for Lt. Reed's moan. Thank God she is okay.

 

[MadThinker]

Lt.Luthor Donovan

Medraut was interrupted by a groan from Lt. Reed, after which she managed, “Commander?”

Donovan began to check his own wounds while the Grayson translated the giant's words. He was doing his best to heal his own leg when he heard Lt. Reed's voice. Donovan got to his feet as quickly as he could and hobbled over to Reed. "How are you feeling, Reed?"

 

[Dark Nemesis]

"Perhaps you are ready to continue our conversations," Artorius called from the hallway. "I am currently available for questions. If you would prefer, I can escort you to Myrrdin, and we both can answer any questions you may have."

Upon hearing Artorious' voice, Rylee smiled despite herself, and sat up a little straighter. He seemed like a very nice gentleman, and the fact that he was easy on the eyes definitely helped. Besides, she was curious to find out if he had any role in the stories that she had learned as a child. She looked to Andreev, wondering if their meeting was finished.

 

[kid A]

Andreev Ilianov

Myrrdin’s Ha’tak
P7X - 912
More than two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

"Perhaps you are ready to continue our conversations," Artorius called from the hallway. "I am currently available for questions. If you would prefer, I can escort you to Myrrdin, and we both can answer any questions you may have."

As he heard Artorius enter the room, Andreev turned to greet the fellow. As he was about to speak, however, Andreev realized that he had not recieved the footwear Myrrdin had offered upon their arrival onboard the vessel. He couldn't very well wander the halls of this ship without footwear for much longer than he already had. Before he went to greet Artorius, he scanned the room quickly for Isuelt. "My dear, I was hoping that you may be able to locate something for me to wear on my feet. As you can see, I am without any kind of footwear, and Myrrdin had offered that he might supply me with a spare set."

 

[Keia]

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Almost two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

"I'm right here, everything's all right. What do you want?"

“How about a big-a$$ can of bug spray, sir?” Reed asked weakly. She smiled thinly, then added, “Something to drink . . .”

"How are you feeling, Reed?"

“I don’t know . . . there isn’t any pain,” Reed said with her eyes widened in a slight panic that she seemed to be holding under control. “I don’t know if that’s good or bad . . . I feel really weak.”

Donovan took the opportunity to look Reed over. Both he and commander noticed at the same time that her face, though it still had her drying blood on it, was mostly healed. Looking through the tatters of her uniform, Donovan noted a similar situation all over her body – her wounds had mostly healed. In his opinion, she had gone from death row to just observation in a matter of perhaps ten minutes.

With Grayson translating, Medraut informed the others, “Weakness is to be expected – nourishment and liquids will replenish the loss quickly. I am sufficiently recovered to work on the Tauri’s leg now.”

Medraut indicated Donovan’s leg with the end of his conversation. Medraut looked proud as Donovan inspected Reed and noted her improvement.

"How do we contact the race responsible for this part of the galaxy?"

“They will not help you in this dilemma,” Medraut replied, “They would more likely raze your planet to eliminate the risk of further infestation should they become aware of what happened. What you need is information, which I will provide, and some equipment – of which you will need to recover.”

OOC: Donovan, Durant, Grayson, Reed, Stewart

 

[Keia]

Myrrdin’s Ha’tak
P7X - 912
More than two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

"My dear, I was hoping that you may be able to locate something for me to wear on my feet. As you can see, I am without any kind of footwear, and Myrrdin had offered that he might supply me with a spare set."

Iseult nodded her beautiful head to Andreev’s request (and even blushed slightly), then translated to the other female who had attended to Andreev in the baths. The woman darted out of the room.

Artorius entered the recreation room and smiled at everyone, noting that everyone appeared to have cleaned up and changed clothes from the scorched items they arrived in. “Is there anything else you require?” Artorius asked. Rylee noticed that Artorius stood somewhat stiffly, as though he were still on duty.

OOC: Still need to know what everyone is wearing here (toga provided or semi-dirty uniform). Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen.