Keia
I aim to misbehave
Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X – 912
0742 hours ???, June 3, 2003
When the radio button was engaged, the now familiar click and background noise didn’t happen – in fact, nothing happened. Durant was fairly certain from his years of experience that the radios were down – most likely from some sort of interference. Durant experienced momentary chills, probably due to the sudden change in temperatures from the hellscape warehouse through the sub-zero Stargate into the cool air of the mountainside.
He thought it odd that most of the military muscle ended up in his group, while the other group had the civilians and specialists. Brawn and brains split up – this definitely never happened with the main SG-1 team. Colonel O’Neill was too good a soldier to allow something like that to happen.
Lt. Chris Reed snapped off a quick and subdued, “Yes, sir,” and with another quick glance around headed through the courtyard to lane to the right of the Stargate. She noted that the buildings and streets were made of the same materials – obviously from the mountain the town was jutted against. Durant quickly lost sight of her as she darted between buildings down the lane.
Donovan didn’t turn up any enemy hostiles . . . no friendlies either for that matter. The sky was clear (though greenish blue), the sun was out (though wasn’t putting out much light)and the team seemed to be in some stone town in the Alps (of another world).
Stewart made it to the DHD without incident – nothing more hostile than a mountain breeze assailed him. It was there crouched next to the DHD that Stewart noticed a couple of scraps of medical tape and gauze less than an inch in size – looked familiar to, like something from a standard issue first aid kit. No blood was nearby, nor were any larger pieces, or anything else.
OOC: Donovan, Durant, Reed, Stewart
P7X – 912
0742 hours ???, June 3, 2003
When the radio button was engaged, the now familiar click and background noise didn’t happen – in fact, nothing happened. Durant was fairly certain from his years of experience that the radios were down – most likely from some sort of interference. Durant experienced momentary chills, probably due to the sudden change in temperatures from the hellscape warehouse through the sub-zero Stargate into the cool air of the mountainside.
He thought it odd that most of the military muscle ended up in his group, while the other group had the civilians and specialists. Brawn and brains split up – this definitely never happened with the main SG-1 team. Colonel O’Neill was too good a soldier to allow something like that to happen.
Nuke261 said:"Reed, do a quick recon of the area. We need to know where Andreev and the others went to. They probably just moved to cover off the main street."
Lt. Chris Reed snapped off a quick and subdued, “Yes, sir,” and with another quick glance around headed through the courtyard to lane to the right of the Stargate. She noted that the buildings and streets were made of the same materials – obviously from the mountain the town was jutted against. Durant quickly lost sight of her as she darted between buildings down the lane.
Donovan didn’t turn up any enemy hostiles . . . no friendlies either for that matter. The sky was clear (though greenish blue), the sun was out (though wasn’t putting out much light)and the team seemed to be in some stone town in the Alps (of another world).
Stewart made it to the DHD without incident – nothing more hostile than a mountain breeze assailed him. It was there crouched next to the DHD that Stewart noticed a couple of scraps of medical tape and gauze less than an inch in size – looked familiar to, like something from a standard issue first aid kit. No blood was nearby, nor were any larger pieces, or anything else.
OOC: Donovan, Durant, Reed, Stewart
Last edited: