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

[Jarval]

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

"Gaah!" Lucas exclaimed, surprised as the servants made to enter the bath. "Andreev, can you tell these people to get out of my bath, please? I mean, where's the point in the screens if they're... No, no, please could you get out... Um, Andreev, a little help here?"

 

[kid A]

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

"Gaah!" Lucas exclaimed, surprised as the servants made to enter the bath. "Andreev, can you tell these people to get out of my bath, please? I mean, where's the point in the screens if they're... No, no, please could you get out... Um, Andreev, a little help here?"

Almost precisely after Andreev had begun speaking to Iseult, Lucas began asking for help! It seemed that Iseult and her friend were not the only two attendants entering the baths. He leaned past the screen and tried to get the attention of the two ladies entering Lucas' bath. In his most polite manner, he offered them Lucas' tranaslation, "Ladies, please, my friend means no ill will, but he would prefer if you would let him bath alone."

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

She sighed softly as she stepped into the hot water. Perhaops a bath was exactly what she needed. It took her a moment to realize that she was not alone though, that the servants who had helped her before were getting into the water as well. She was not embarrassed as they did so... after all, she was not as impressive in appearance as some of the other women in the room, but she certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, she was eager to converse in Gaelic a little more.

Over the screen, she heard Lucas's exclamations, and could not help but to smile wryly.

 

[MadThinker]

Lt. Luthor Donovan

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

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.

Donovan cleaned Reed up the best that he could while the giant used his crystal-hand-thing on Reed. He listened to Grayson's translation, and he said, "I can wake her, Commander. It's probably her best chance. I think she's gone beyond my care, but if giant-man thinks he can save her, I'll help him as best I can. She's gonna be hurting though, and she may not last long, so this guy better be ready to work as soon as she's awake."

Donovan looked at Grayson and told him, "I need you to tell him that I can help him, but I'm gonna need you to translate quickly!" He looked to Durant for his orders.

 

[Carlo]

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

Lorelai removed the last of her cloths behind the screen and slipped into the wonderful, steaming water. At the sound of another soft splash she saw the two(?) servants enter the water along with her. For a moment her body tensed but she forced herself to relax. 'Of course they were there' she though. 'How many ancient civiliztions either bathed as groups or were aided by servant?' She did have to admit to embaresed her a bit but, when in Rome...ok, when in a huge galiec/egyption spaceship.

 

[Keia]

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

Softly, a stringed musical instrument that the team had not ever heard before began playing in the bath area. Although unfamiliar with the sound the instrument produced, the music was hauntingly familiar – almost like an early rendition of a more recent song . . . though the name was at the edge of everyone’s mind.

In his most polite manner, he offered them Lucas' translation, "Ladies, please, my friend means no ill will, but he would prefer if you would let him bath alone."

Iseult nodded with understanding to Andreev, "I understand, some enjoy to wash themselves. I will instruct his attendants to not bother him. Let him know that after the bath, the attendants will be available for massage, if he requested it.” Iseult spoke quickly in Gaelic to the attendants. Rylee thought Iseult said something about allowing him to enjoy his own company, though there were a few words she didn’t understand.

Almost immediately the two female attendants averted their eyes from Lucas and began to exit from the bath . . . slowly. Water dripped from their bodies, their tartan togas, wet and adhering to all of their curves. At the last was almost out of the water, she turned back to Lucas, smiled and gave him a wink. Towels oils and soaps were set along the edge of the bath area Lucas using.

All enjoyed a relaxing bath, the attendants that remained washed the respective person's hair and body. Scented oils were massaged into the skin and hair. Massages followed the bath, tension seemed to fade away. [GM fade to Commercial]

Time passed and the quartet were refreshed and sitting in their other room, enjoying the food and drink provided [instruct if otherwise]. Each was either attired in the tartan togas provided or their somewhat dirty uniforms [again instruct what clothes]. Iseult, realizing that perhaps the team wished to converse among themselves for a while, refilled various drinks, then stepped back farther in the room. Other attendants followed suit. They were within a call directed at them, but the group could talk without being easily overheard.

OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

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

Stress was beginning to creep into Durant's face. He told himself he was fine, that it was just the fact that they were relying on a translator for such a touchy ordeal. At least the translator was one of the team and not another Tok'ra. That helped a little,
"Well we sure as hell aren't giving up on her! Grayson, consider yourself part of the surgical crew. I want you right there the whole time so there is no miscommunication. What do you need form me and Stewart."

The hope of Reed pulling through was very important. No matter how risky there was still a chance and that is what mattered. If Donovan was able to pull Montoya through his mess, then hopefully Donovan and Medraut could do the same for Reed.

Hopefully.

 

[MadThinker]

Lt. Luthor Donovan

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

"Well we sure as hell aren't giving up on her! Grayson, consider yourself part of the surgical crew. I want you right there the whole time so there is no miscommunication. What do you need form me and Stewart."

Donovan looked at Commander Durant. "Yes sir. I just need you and Stewart to stick around for now." He turned to Grayson. "Tell him I'm gonna wake her." Donovan did what he could to wake Reed.

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremaih Grayson

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

Despite the fact that he was not doing the healing, Jeremiah still felt the pressure.

"Well we sure as hell aren't giving up on her! Grayson, consider yourself part of the surgical crew. I want you right there the whole time so there is no miscommunication. What do you need form me and Stewart."

Donovan looked at Grayson and told him, "I need you to tell him that I can help him, but I'm gonna need you to translate quickly!" He looked to Durant for his orders.

His skills with the language were not in question, not even by him. Afterall, it was Gaelic. His soul language for a better part of a year. No...he did not question his knowledge of the highland tongue. He just prayed that he would not trip over the words.

Steadying himself, Jeremiah addresses the team first. "Okay, I'm ready." "I'll translate thenm as quick as you can give them".

"Tell him I'm gonna wake her." Donovan did what he could to wake Reed.

With his determination all but wiping out his signs of worry, Jeremiah turned to Medraut. "He is going to wake her now, so please...do what you can as fast as you can." "She will be in great pain". "If you need anything from me...or any of the team...just say the word."

After his explaination, Jeremiah found his spot, close to the action but not in the way.

 

[Keia]

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

With his determination all but wiping out his signs of worry, Jeremiah turned to Medraut. "He is going to wake her now, so please...do what you can as fast as you can." "She will be in great pain". "If you need anything from me...or any of the team...just say the word."

Medraut nodded in understanding, then explained, “I need to see as many of her organs working as I can in order to repair them. When the Tauri wakes her, have her drink from the goblet there as best as she can. I will try to dull the pain and begin the repairs when she starts.”

[Fast forward]

With a gasp, Chris Reed awoke to a world of pain. A light appeared somewhere near her with a slight hum. She was lying on a stone table and Donovan was talking to her. She had no idea what was being said . . . she just wanted to scream, but nothing came out. The coolness of metal was pressed against her lips, and she felt a cold liquid flow into her mouth – mixing with the blood that was already within. She knew it would feel good to drink the liquid . . . she tried to swallow . . . but couldn’t.

The light came over her face and the pain lessened . . . she wondered if she should try and go the light. She heard strange words, and again the coolness came into her mouth. This time she was successful, but she started shaking . . .

Reed’s body thrashed on the table, and Medraut mentioned that it was the poison of the insects. He asked that they hold her down and Durant and Stewart sprang into action. Stewart set his just used zat on the table and grabbed hold along with Durant. Donovan worked on trying to calm his patient and Grayson was busy trying to get her to drink.

In what seemed like hours but was most likely minutes, Reed stopped thrashing, stopped moving at all. Anxious looks were passed between the team members until Medraut spoke

“She will live,” Medraut commented, sounding very tired. “I need to rest a while . . . perhaps you can tell me why you’re here while I rest.” With that said, Medruat sank heavily into one of the large chairs.

Donovan checked her vitals and they appeared steady, though weak. Looking at her body, much of the damage wrought by the insect had healed . . new pink skin covering the areas. The steady rise and fall of her chest, gave indication to all that she was alive.

OOC: Donovan, Durant, Grayson, Reed, Stewart