[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

"Sure Grayson. Tell him why we're here and see what he can do for us. Not that I'm not grateful for his assistance but we don't seem to be accomplishing much else."

Durant finished cleaning his weapon before walking over to help himself to some water. Seeing how ragged the rest of the team was it dawned on him that Grayson was probably not used to this kind of pressure in any form. As he neared him he stopped.

"This has not been a typical day for any of us. But you're doing a hell of job Jeremiah. Nice work." There was no negativity in his words and he made a point to look Jeremiah directly in the eyes so that he understood how much the words meant. He then continued to the well to drink.

 

[MadThinker]

Lt. Luthor Donovan

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

He continued cleaning his weapons, sitting near Durant and sharing supplies. He did not seem to pay attention to any of the others, lost in a world of his own. When he was complete, he cleaned up his area and walked to the fountain where he refilled his canteens. Once that was done, he finally sat and drank from one of the provided cups and then walked over to check on Reed.

 

[Jarval]

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

"If we've got wounded, we can either treat them ourselves, or ask Myrrdin to help us with any serious cases. If we haven't got any wounded..." Lucas' implication here was quite clear. "... then really it's up to Andreev what we do next.

"As for the troops, we might need them if we have to move several wounded people. But again, the decision is Andreev's."

 

[Stargate_Com]

jeremaih grayson

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

"Sure Grayson. Tell him why we're here and see what he can do for us. Not that I'm not grateful for his assistance but we don't seem to be accomplishing much else."

"I'll see what he says."

Though dissapointed by the subject matter, Jeremiah was happy to have a conversation in the new language. He could learn so much more from hearing the language spoken.

This language is basically Gaelic, yet there are some small differences. I wish I had more time to find them.

This adventure had given him more than he had bargained for, but it was moments like this that he lost his regrets. The possiblities the stargate opened had Jeremiah excited from day one. So many ancient languages to explore and study. It was amazing. Just a short time ago, he had been searching for the root language of earth. Now, he could find the root language of the galaxy.

Jeremaih told Medraut the details of their mission. He made sure not to leave out any details, including the story of how they got to him. As he neared the end of his story, he told of how he had meet with Durant on the surface. That is when it hit him. What about the rest of the team? With the bugs and injuries, he had forgotten that the rest of the team was missing.

"Durant. What about the rest of the team?"

"Have you seen any more Tauri, besides us?"

 

[Keia]

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

The water was surprisingly cool and refreshing, though it didn’t seem to have any healing properties that anyone noticed. Donovan noticed this more than anyone, as his thigh still was in decent pain from the insect bite.

Jeremiah spent some time explaining the teams situation to Medraut . . .

Jeremiah explained that the Stargate on the Tauri world had been compromised. No one was certain what happened – or if there were actually compromised or if it was a foothold situation. People from the base were sent to various individuals and tried to kill them. If they were unsuccessful, they had no idea what happened or where they were. The most recent planet that had a team had returned from before all heck broke loose was PX7-734, and Jeremiah showed him the coordinates. This team was assembled to seek help from their allies, notably the Tok’ra and this was the location they were sent.

Medraut said, “I have seen none of the Tauri since arriving on this planet some time ago.”

Medraut paled noticeably when he saw the coordinates of the planet. When questioned on where the coordinates had come from, Jeremiah had to check his PDA for the results. The information had apparently come from an ancient text on earth, those symbols were the only symbols related to the Stargate that was found.

Medraut paused for several minutes, deep in thought, then asked, “Have any of you heard of . . . the Old Ones?”

OOC: Remember - Feel free to ask you own questions without regard to language and I will assume Jeremiah translates- things will go much quicker this way. Donovan, Durant, Grayson, Reed, Stewart.

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

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

His answer was dissappointing yet not surprising. If he had met up with the rest of the team, they would of been here. Or at the very least, he would of mentioned it.

Medraut paled noticeably when he saw the coordinates of the planet. When questioned on where the coordinates had come from, Jeremiah had to check his PDA for the results. The information had apparently come from an ancient text on earth, those symbols were the only symbols related to the Stargate that was found.

The look on Medraut's face gave Jeremiah some concern.

What could put a scare into a giant like Medraut. He was superior in both strength and intelligence. What had they unleashed?

Medraut paused for several minutes, deep in thought, then asked, “Have any of you heard of . . . the Old Ones?”

Puzzled by his reference, Jeremiah searches his memory will he translates for the others. Maybe, they had heard of them. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

 

[kid A]

Andreev Ilianov

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

"As for the troops, we might need them if we have to move several wounded people. But again, the decision is Andreev's."

His muscles soothed from the warm bath and massage, Andreev donned fresh clothes from his seabag before approaching the table where his team was seated. They all looked more than a little refreshed, but the weight of guilt seemed to be wearing on all of them, not just himself. Their friends were stranded below, and here they were sitting around with not much else to do but... relax.

He sat down next to Rylee and asked her quietly if his feet should be rebandaged. He listened to the others' concerns and opinions before voicing his reply. "I believe that our main priority now should be to return planetside and search for our comrades. I do not believe that Myrrdin will allow us to go free below without some type of escort, however I also could be mistaken about this. I do not know his intentions toward us, and he has been a gracious host as opposed to the captor we initially feared. Perhaps Miss Fallon can provide some additional insight into our present benefactor." He glanced at her, indicating that he was not quite finished yet. "As far as our friends, I believe that we should concern ourselves with finding them first. I cannot make a decision now based on information that is not available to me, therefore we shall cross that bridge as we come to it." Finally, he looked again to Rylee, "What is he like, this Myrrdin fellow?"

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Upon seeing Andreev emerge from the bath, she wordlessly got to her feet and retrieved her medical kit, already anticipating that he needed his feet bandaged one more. She figured it was best to keep his feet covered with something, since he did not have any shoes.

She nodded slightly at Andreev's words, for once very glad that he was the one in charge and making decisions, not her. She is not surprised when he asked her about Myrrdin, having figured this line of questioning would come up eventually.

"He seemed kind enough. When I spoke with him, he asked a few questions about Earth, but seemed more interested in some old stories." She shrugged slightly.

 

[Carlo]

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

"Did he give you any ideas as to why he might be interested in us?" Lorelai asked opening up her lap top and beginning to check to see if anything had been tampered with. "He seems to have gone to a fair amount of trouble to bring us to his ship. I mean, why rescue us at all, you would think a small group of...t'auri...like us would be of little or no interest to someone like him."

 

[Jarval]

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

"Maybe he just doesn't get enough visitors?" Lucas suggested, then pulled a face. "No, that doesn't sound likely even to me. If he's heard of Earth, he might be interested in finding out more. Or he could just question anyone who comes through the Stargate. Given the insects, he's doing them a favour by taking them off-world."