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

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

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

What a friggin' mess!
Durant had a limited knowledge of healing and surgery but this was awful. Having to hold Reed still while Medraut did, who knows what. A quick look in Donovan's direction made it obvious he was doing everything he could for Reed as well. He tried very hard not to pay too much attention to her body, her wounds were horrid and the smell was not pleasant either.

Durant was beyond relieved when they were done. Everyone seemed confident Reed was out of the woods and it was obvious that most of her wounds had already been healed. No wonder people were going crazy over all this Stargate stuff. Travel and healing alone are beyond anything we could dream of! Medraut looked noticeably drained and Donovan didn't look much better. Apparently, Medraut needed to rest and wanted to hear their entire tale. That was work for Grayson since he was the only one who could talk to the giant. So, Durant cleaned his cuts and scrapes, grabbed an M.R.E. and cleaned his weapons while that happened. He suggested the others do the same.

 

[MadThinker]

Lt. Luthor Donovan

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

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.

Donovan did what he could to make Reed comfortable after the "surgery" was finished. He was exhausted from the chase, his injury and Reed's sudden need of medical attention. He was glad to do it, it was just tiring.

Donovan limped over to Grayson and asked him, "Tell him I said 'thanks.' Oh, and can I get a cup of water, wherever he got it from?"

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Rylee sat back, feeling refreshed after the hot bath. After getting cleaned up, she had tried to bandage her wounds properly, with Lucas's help if necessary. If Andreev asked, she would also rebandage his feet.

She was still concerned about their companions on the planet, but she kept remembering the disturbance among the swarm. That had been encouraging. She sincerely hoped that they were well.

For the moment, she was content to listen to the others as they conversed.

 

[Jarval]

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

Now back in his uniform, Lucas sat in one of the comfortable chairs scattered around the main room. With Rylee's wounds now dressed, he felt at ease, having for now done all he could to help.

"So, what next?" He asked the assembled group. "I say that as soon as the insect swarm has cleared, we ask Myrrdin if we can return to the surface to look for Durant and the others. If we ask nicely, he might even send a few of his troops to help us."

 

[Carlo]

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

Lorelai sampled another piece of fruit from one of the elagantly crafted bowls and thought about Luacs's words. "I agree we should go as soon as possible, but do we want to bring troops along? After all we dont really know what he's doing here and if those we seek are at odds with him."

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

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

Taking the goblet in hand, Jeremiah studied the substance he thought was water.

Looks like water, but water doesn't have that kind of healing property. At least not on earth. It would, however, explain how I was able to shake of my earlier injures so easily. Of course, maybe it is just water. Maybe, the healing device causes dehydration. Who knows.

Jeremiah quickly relayed Medraut's instructions. "Once you wake her, I'm suppose to give her this water." "Medraut's orders."

Reed woke in obvious pain. Even her disfigured mask of bites and cuts could not hide her agony. Jeremiah wanted to provide some comfort, but he was afraid to touch her. His slightest touch could cause more pain or even damage. The team was also concerned. He could see it in their eyes, especially when she started shaking.

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.

"Thank you." "Thank you." Turning to the team, Jeremiah stated what they already had taking from his actions. "She is going to make it."

As Medraut plopped back into a chair, Jeremiah was at a loss for words. Where to begin? His block did not last long as he quickly began the tale.

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

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

Donovan did what he could to make Reed comfortable after the "surgery" was finished. He was exhausted from the chase, his injury and Reed's sudden need of medical attention. He was glad to do it, it was just tiring.

Jeremiah drew back to his nights at the indian camps, sitting around the fire, telling stories. For a minute, he lost his self in the moment. All the things that had happened and all the things that were happening were gone. He was just sitting back and enjoying the language.

Donovan limped over to Grayson and asked him, "Tell him I said 'thanks.' Oh, and can I get a cup of water, wherever he got it from?

Donovan's interruption brought him back to reality. All of a sudden, his chest began to hurt again.

"I'll ask him." "Would it be alright if they got some water from the other room?"

 

[Keia]

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

"Would it be alright if they got some water from the other room?"

Medraut nodded and pointed to the well against the far wall of the very room everyone was in. The well was partially built into the far wall and stood about two feet from the ground. A stone rim approximately four inches wide encircled the well. On the rim were several metal goblets of varying size and design.

Moving over to the well, Jeremiah could see the clear liquid of the well, and could see fairly deeply into the well itself which appeared to extend down ten feet or more below the floor level. At that point the light given by the walls of the room do not illuminate far enough down the well.

“Perhaps it would be best if I were to start,” Medraut said. “I was contacted and told to expect several people of the Tauri. My contact would not elaborate on what the Tauri would need from me, but I was informed that I was uniquely suited to assist in this matter.”

OOC: GM Note - Let’s bypass the translating for now and assume that Jeremiah is handling it. At this stage of the story there will be a bit of dialogue and translating everything with slow the game needlessly.

OOC: Donovan, Durant, Grayson, Reed, Stewart

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

She looked thoughtfully at Lorelai and Lucas, considering her words. "With or without guards, I think its important that we get to the planet as soon as possible. I hope that they are well, but what will the plan be if they are not?"

 

[Stargate_Com]

jeremiah Grayson

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

In all the commotion with Reed, Jeremiah had failed to notice the well. Walking over to it, Jeremiah peered down into the hole in hopes of decifering the mystery of the water. It looked like a typical well.

Taking the goblet from the ledge, he motioned the others th follow. "Drink up guys."

Dipping the goblet down into the water, he brought it up for a cool, refreshing drink.

I wonder if this water can heal people.

Jeremiah was just about to ask when Medraut began to speak. He would have to ask later.

“Perhaps it would be best if I were to start,” Medraut said. “I was contacted and told to expect several people of the Tauri. My contact would not elaborate on what the Tauri would need from me, but I was informed that I was uniquely suited to assist in this matter.”

Translating the words for the team, Jeremiah felt disappointed that they had to return to the mission. He had so many more questions. Yet, reason prevailed over passion as he remembered the importance of the mission.

Turning to Durant, "Would you like to explain the details of our mission." "I can translate."

Waiting for Durant's reply, Jeremiah wondered why Medraut was uniquely suited for their problem.