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

[Keia]

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

"I can speak Latin passingly well Artorius." She told the Jaffa in a pleasant tone and a winsome smile while eyeing the steaming bath. "Perhaps you could stay however and tell us more about Myrrdin and the world below us? I am most curious."

"I also speak fluent Latin and Arabic, so I do not believe we will need your translation. However, I am in agreement with Miss Nguyen in that it would be most beneficial to us if you would be able to stay longer and tell us more of your world and master. You could stay now, or perhaps join us for a drink after we have refreshed ourselves."

Artorius smiled and replied, “As much as I would like to remain and provide you the information you requested, I have been away from my duties for too long,” Artorius considered for a few moments, then continued, “However, I should be able to return in perhaps just over an hour. That should all me enough time to complete my duties . . . and for all of you to bath, eat and relax a bit.”

Artorius spent the next several minutes introducing the five women and three men to the team. He informed them that one of the females was an excellent masseuse and one of the men was an excellent cook. Many could sing and/or play an instrument, and all would be able to help with anything the team needed.

"Speaking of which, I don't suppose I could get a drink, could I?" Lucas leaned back in his seat, trying to get more comfortable. While still looking tired, most of the anxiety had (for now at least) left his face.

At a glance from Artorius, one of the women gathered a tall metal cup and a pitcher, condensation dripping from the outside. She poured the cup full of ice water and , bowing, handed it to Lucas.

“There are a large variety of drinks available, including those of a more alcoholic nature,” Artorius explained. “I’m certain that you will be satisfied with the selection. I will return after one hour to answer your questions.”

Artorius bowed a short bow and departed, passing Rylee in the hallway. He again bowed and made a greeting, but allowed Rylee to continue to the room. Kai guided her to the rooms then departed.

The décor was a hint of roman style, with white draperies hanging from the ceiling. Golden walls with various rune work, tables filled with a cornucopia of foods, and chairs and divans abounded for relaxation. The other room was obviously a large bath, with several pools of water, steaming rising from one. Within both rooms were female and a few male attendants bedecked in roman style togas, though in tartan patterns. Not a single attendant was unattractive.

OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[MadThinker]

Lt. Luthor Donovan

In the Government Building
P7X – 912
27 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

With the cover fire provided by Stewart and Durant, Donovan and Grayson made it to Reed’s crumpled body. The damage was much worse the closer they got. Large chunks of flesh were missing from her body, making Donovan’s wound look like a paper cut. Her beautiful face had several long gashes and a part of her cheek was missing, blood flowed slowly from the numerous wounds.

Donovan grimaced at the sight of Reed, and he began to think about how best to stabilize her. Once in the room, Donovan asked Jeremiah, "Can you ask your friend if he has any kind of medical facility I can use to help Reed?"

 

[Jarval]

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

"Thank you." Lucas smiles at the woman, then looks back to Artorius. "Water's fine for now. Probably better that I keep a clear head, at least until we know what's happened to our companions on the surface."

"Hey, Rylee, how did it go?" He gets to his feet as Rylee enters the room. "What did Myrrdin want?"

 

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

In the Government Building
P7X – 912
27 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

After blinking and rubbing his eyes, Durant was slowly able to make out the room around him. Donovan was already doing what he could for Reed but she did not look good. That was actually a real understatement and the fact that Donovan was asking for help did make matters appear any better. "Grayson, does this guy have any healers that can help. Donovan is gonna need more than bandages to pull her through this."

As things came into focus more while he was talking, Durant noticed that the Tok'ra he was coming to ask for help appeared to be living in an underground shelter and there had been no sign of others during all of this.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

She smiled wearily at her companions as she entered the room; probably the first time any of them had seen a real smile since they'd met her. Apparently, Rylee was feeling somewhat less cranky than usual.

"Hey, Rylee, how did it go?" He gets to his feet as Rylee enters the room. "What did Myrrdin want?"

Slowly, she sat down on one of the chairs, wincing slightly as she did so. She had completely forgotten to tend to her own wounds after they came through the Stargate, something that she intended to take care of in a few minutes. "He had a few questions for me, but mostly he wanted to talk about a bunch of old legends."

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

Deleted.

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

In the Government Building
P7X – 912
27 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

The flashes of light leveled line after line of bugs as Jeremiah once again wondered why it took so long for these weapons to emmerge. His focus, however, soon changes to Reed mangled body. Jeremiah was horrified. He had never seen such carnage. Nothing ever close. He was afraid to touch her, but knew that he must. His lightest touch causes her to let out a low moan as her lifeless eyes rolled back into her head. The absolute horror of Reed's condition drowned out the danger of the insects for the time being. They had no choice but to pick her up, and when they did, she let out a scream that shoke Jeremiah almost to the point of dropping her.

Oh my God. She's not going to make it. No, I can't think that way. She'll make it. She has to.

With everyone inside the rings, Jeremiah needed only to give a nod and they were back to safety.

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

In the Government Building
P7X – 912
27 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003

Standing over Reed, Jeremiah cast a deep look of concern.

"Grayson, does this guy have any healers that can help. Donovan is gonna need more than bandages to pull her through this."

"Can you ask your friend if he has any kind of medical facility I can use to help Reed?"

Still in a trance, Jeremiah slowly backs away from Reed. "Yeah." "I'll talk to him."

A sigh gives Jeremiah the time to gather his strength. He had a job to do. He was their only communication. 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?"

 

[Carlo]

Somewhere over the planet
P7X – 912
44 minutes since arrival, June 3, 2003[/i]

Lorelai was torn, the steaming bath looked so good but it brought up the need to disrobe in public. Not that she was that much of a prude, she had been to a few college parties after all. It was just that, well, she knew that she had not made the greatest impression on many of the party members, her life had been so different before. Before... that seemed like an eternity ago, but in any event somehow jumping naked into a bath infront of them seemed odd. She aganonized over the problem for a long moment before finally her need for cleanliness won out. She took a deep breath and walked towards the steaming bath and began removing her gear. "God only knows when we'll get the chance to clean up again and it woudl be a shame to let all this go to waste." She said then turned to one of the attendants. "Might we be able to get our clothing cleaned or acquire replacments while we bathe?"

 

[kid A]

Andreev Ilianov

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

"God only knows when we'll get the chance to clean up again and it woudl be a shame to let all this go to waste." She said then turned to one of the attendants. "Might we be able to get our clothing cleaned or acquire replacments while we bathe?"

Although Andreev felt more than a little guilty for trying to relax while the fate of their friends was indeterminable, he saw a certain justification in Lorelai's comment. Despite Rylee's mendings, his feet still ached and he could use a good soak. "I will also bathe while we have the chance. Perhaps afterwards we will be able to discuss our situation," he offered to the others.

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?"

In the background, he heard Lorelai ask one of the attendants a question. He chimed in, hoping that their insistence would not make them appear ungrateful to their host. "Indeed, might we have access to our gear, so that we may acquire clean garments?"