Keia
I aim to misbehave
Interlude III
Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
12 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Jeremiah had to run through the large central courtyard to get to what he thought was the governmental building. Passing the large statue in the middle of the square, Jeremiah noted that it was of a biped, mostly humanoid. The humanoid was heavily muscled and had many human features . . . though there was something odd about it. Either the sculptor was particularly bad . . . or the humanoid had thick broken skin, no ears, and extra skin covered the nose and eyes. Hair was apparent on the head and most exposed area but didn’t hide the broken skin. Clothing was sparse - a one piece covering its chest and pelvis. It appeared to be gesturing skyward with one six fingered hand with the other palm up and outstretched. The outstretch hand had nothing in it . . . and was also twenty feet off of the ground.
The ‘governmental’ building had stairs leading up to the entrance. Jeremiah needed almost two steps for every actual step of the incline. A large archway stood open leading into what appeared to be a large reception area within the building itself. Two stone arched stairway lead both up and down from the reception area. Heavy furs covered many areas along the walls of the reception area. Another statue was in the center of the reception area, again of the same or similar person to that within the central courtyard.
This statue had its arms outstretched, its palms at its eye level and facing outward to the entrance.
OOC: Grayson
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Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
13 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Jeremiah felt more confident about the size of the missing inhabitants of the stone town. Based on the archways and stairs, the inhabitants could be around seven to eight feet tall and quite strong.
As Jeremiah crossed the reception area to take one of the set of stairs upward, he noticed what could have been a plaque on the bottom of the statue in the center. Hammered metal plaque in fact . . . the first metal he had seen in the entire town thus far.
OOC: Grayson
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Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
12 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Jeremiah had to run through the large central courtyard to get to what he thought was the governmental building. Passing the large statue in the middle of the square, Jeremiah noted that it was of a biped, mostly humanoid. The humanoid was heavily muscled and had many human features . . . though there was something odd about it. Either the sculptor was particularly bad . . . or the humanoid had thick broken skin, no ears, and extra skin covered the nose and eyes. Hair was apparent on the head and most exposed area but didn’t hide the broken skin. Clothing was sparse - a one piece covering its chest and pelvis. It appeared to be gesturing skyward with one six fingered hand with the other palm up and outstretched. The outstretch hand had nothing in it . . . and was also twenty feet off of the ground.
The ‘governmental’ building had stairs leading up to the entrance. Jeremiah needed almost two steps for every actual step of the incline. A large archway stood open leading into what appeared to be a large reception area within the building itself. Two stone arched stairway lead both up and down from the reception area. Heavy furs covered many areas along the walls of the reception area. Another statue was in the center of the reception area, again of the same or similar person to that within the central courtyard.
This statue had its arms outstretched, its palms at its eye level and facing outward to the entrance.
OOC: Grayson
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Stargate_Com now playing Jeremiah Grayson said:Moving up the stairs with speed and caution, Jeremiah felt a renewed hope in military aide. The sheer size of both the steps and statue could suggest that the natives were of great size and strength, a military advantage regardless of technology. This was just a theory, but the thought gave him hope once again.
'Gee...I hope these guys are friendly,' Jeremiah thought.
Entering the building, he was again amazed by the sheer size of this reception area. Yet, his awe faded to frustration as he once again found no signs of a written language.
'Still nothing! Maybe, I made the wrong choice. Maybe, they made the wrong choice. I was not meant for this team. I was perfectly happy on the reservation, yet I gave it all up. I gave it all up for this...'
His feelings of doubt continued to sweep over him as he stood there probing his mind for an answer...a way out. He remembered the file on Ra, and how he had forbidden all writing on the planet. Could that be the case? The facts seemed to fit as the statue outside seemed to be paying homage to the gods. As far as he knew, this very building could be a temple in their honor. It did fit. Well, if this was true, there would be no military help from the natives, at least, not initially. At any rate, he needed to find help for his friends.
Jeremiah continued his musing, 'Well, I guess we head up. Maybe, a bird's eye view will help me get a better perspective.'
Stargate Platform and Courtyard
P7X - 912
13 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003
Jeremiah felt more confident about the size of the missing inhabitants of the stone town. Based on the archways and stairs, the inhabitants could be around seven to eight feet tall and quite strong.
As Jeremiah crossed the reception area to take one of the set of stairs upward, he noticed what could have been a plaque on the bottom of the statue in the center. Hammered metal plaque in fact . . . the first metal he had seen in the entire town thus far.
OOC: Grayson
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Stargate_Com now playing Jeremiah Grayson said:Estimating their size at seven to eight feet, Jeremiah felt more and more confident about military support.
'Yet, what happened to all of them? Were they killed? Had they run? The town didn't look like it had been through a battle, but who knew what weapons an alien race would use. Maybe, they were all gathered at some sacred place...a temple or something. All the more reason to head to the roof for a look around,' Jeremiah thought.
As he was heading up the stairs, Jeremiah caught a spark of light off of the base of the statue. It looked like some sort of plague.
Excitement takes over Jeremiah as he hopes for his new language rise once again.
'Finally, a label. Something I can translate.'
Falling down to his knees, he frantically wipes of the plaque with his sleeve.