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

[Nuke261]

Lt. Commander Craig Durant

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Almost two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

“For all of the Old Ones might, they are not capable of space flight on their own and the planet and system actually are an excellent deterrent to building any such craft,” Medraut continued. “Therefore, there is no need of protection on a ‘home world’ as you call it. As for how long does the Earth have, there are far too many variables to even come close to an estimate.”
“There is but one Stargate on the planet,” Medraut answered, “But the waning light of this system’s sun also means that the gravity and solar activity is increased. Either of these two events could explain your missing teammates. I know that a Goa’uld is currently tracking me . . . one who goes by the name of Myrrdin. If they were obvious in their arrival, perhaps he picked them up . . . otherwise they were most likely in another part of the city and were consumed by the black death.”

Durant was doing his best to follow what Medraut was explaining to them. It was obviously important, maybe even more important than they had realized before. The problem was that it was more like following a movie plot than a military strategy.

"So you are telling me that you cannot get us support but you can provide the knowledge we need to get these Old Ones off our world. Right?" Durant was pretty sure he had followed Medraut's view of logic but it was kind of hard to tell.

"Myrrdin? You think he has the others?!" Durant was not sure what to think. Believing that Andreev's group had been captured was better than thinking they had been eaten to death by those damn bugs! "Where is he? How do we find him so we can free the others?" Now a rescue mission (maybe)? By the time they actually got around to saving the Earth, it would be too late!

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

Rylee could not help but to smile at Artorious' response to Lorelai's words. English was not her native language, but she knew enough to know that 'insanely curious' was just a term, though not a very good one. She listens intently, wondering if he could be the mythical king from her stories. It was... an odd feeling to meet these people, supposidly characters from the stories she'd heard as a child.

"Artorious, what will become of us after we locate our companions? Will we still be guests of Myrrdin, or will we be allowed to return through the gate?" She tried to keep her tone even as she asked this. Apparently, they would be allowed to go down to the planet soon, but she wanted to speak more, both to him and to Myrrdin, before they left.

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremiah Grayson

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Almost two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

Jeremiah found solace in both Reed's and Donovan's recovery. It was an amazing device, and it was reassuring to be in such good hands.

“I assume you are asking why the overseers had not destroyed the planet that the Old Ones were on,” Medraut clarified. “If that is the question the answer is simple, yet terrifying in its own right.

The answer seemed surreal. Not capable of space travel, but you are in danger just by entering the system. These 'Old Ones' seemed like some kind of virus, infecting everything they touched. They had to have a weakness, though. Everything has a weakness, even a virus.

To destroy the planet, one would need to enter the same system as the prison planet the Old Ones is on . . . and that would be close enough to allow the Old Ones to affect the attackers.

"That explains why they never disabled the planet's Stargate." "Where di we get that address from?" His question really served no purpose for the mission. He was just curious to know if the Goa'uld had been to this planet.

“There is but one Stargate on the planet,” Medraut answered, “But the waning light of this system’s sun also means that the gravity and solar activity is increased. Either of these two events could explain your missing teammates. I know that a Goa’uld is currently tracking me . . . one who goes by the name of Myrrdin. If they were obvious in their arrival, perhaps he picked them up . . . otherwise they were most likely in another part of the city and were consumed by the black death.”

Either way, there was a chance they were still alive. We had survive the 'Black Death', so they could too. They would probably need medical help, though. Myrrdin? Medraut did not seemed concerned that he would hurt the team. Afterall, he is tracking him, not hurting him. Why?
"Either way, we must help our friends." "Do you know when we can return to the surface?" "Also, forgive me for asking...butwhat does Myrrdin want with you?" 'If he finds out that our team was looking for you, they may be in danger."

 

[Jarval]

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

Lucas sat quietly, trying to suppress his amusement at the obvious attraction both Rylee and Lorelai seemed to find in Artorius. He looked critically at his companion's new clothing, pleased with his choice to stick with his admittedly rather grimy uniform.

Besides anything else, those togas look a bit drafty.

"As for myself and Lord Myrrdin, I have been in his service to near to two millennia, and I was originally borne on the Tauri homeworld."[/COLOR]

Lucas blinked in surprise, unsure as to if he'd heard Artorius correctly.

"Um, did I get that right? You've served Lord Myrrdin for two thousand years? How can that be? You're human, aren't you?"

 

[Keia]

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

The woman, almost reverent in her task, finished wrapping the sandals on Andreev’s legs. She then rolled the pants of his fatigues back down, hiding most of her work. Andreev tested the sandals out a few steps and smiled in approval. They were quite comfortable, despite the appearance. Iseult nodded her approval to the young female attendant, who bowed, backing away from Andreev and returning to her spot on the against the far wall.

"Artorius, what will become of us after we locate our companions? Will we still be guests of Myrrdin, or will we be allowed to return through the gate?"

“I would hope that you would be interested in staying a while, . . . learning more of us . . . perhaps working together for common goals,” Artorius replied. “But I can see that you have a mission to complete and although those with knowledge to do wish to share it, I understand your urgency. And of course you would be able to return through the Stargate – you have always been our guests, and as guests you may leave when you wish.”

Lucas blinked in surprise, unsure as to if he'd heard Artorius correctly. "Um, did I get that right? You've served Lord Myrrdin for two thousand years? How can that be? You're human, aren't you?"

Artorius smiled and gave a short laugh before he continued, “Yes, my friend, I am human. My service was not continuous . . . I was sorely wounded and it took quite some time to recover, much of it I was asleep for. And, until recently, Myrrdin had the ability to prolong my life and, as such, my service.”

OOC: Fallon, Fisher, Ilianov, Nguyen

 

[Keia]

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Almost two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

"So you are telling me that you cannot get us support but you can provide the knowledge we need to get these Old Ones off our world. Right?”

That is correct, Tauri, and I will begin with the knowledge at once. The first item you will need will protect you and those close to you of the mental influences of the Old Ones and their minions. It is buried in a cave a few miles from here. I can give you directions to the location, though the way is mountainous and treacherous,” Medraut explained.

”Myrrdin? You think he has the others?!" Durant was not sure what to think. Believing that Andreev's group had been captured was better than thinking they had been eaten to death by those damn bugs! "Where is he? How do we find him so we can free the others?" Now a rescue mission (maybe)? By the time they actually got around to saving the Earth, it would be too late!

“It is a possibility, though it is more likely that they did not survive the black death,” Medraut added. “If they are with Myrrdin and his Jaffa, they would have been taken to his vessel. I have no means to get to them at the present, and could not speak of their fate if he has taken them. They may have wished that the black death had taken them before he was through with them.”

"Either way, we must help our friends." "Do you know when we can return to the surface?" "Also, forgive me for asking...but what does Myrrdin want with you?" 'If he finds out that our team was looking for you, they may be in danger."

“You should be able to return to the surface shortly,” Medraut explained. “As for what Myrrdin wants with me . . . what does any Goa’uld want with a Tok’ra once they discover him or her.”

With that said Medraut rose, having rested from his work on Donovan. Reed hopped off of the table, looking better than any would have imagined, though her clothes are in bloody shreds. She reached into the remains of her backpack to find most of her other items in a similar but cleaner condition. Lt. Reed changed into a makeshift uniform – at least not blood covered but not regulation by any means – way too much skin showing.

Medraut slowly guided the others back to the entrance, explaining how to get to the cave where the first item was located. “It was actually the reason I can to this planet, but I will give it to you to use in your mission with the understanding that it be returned to me when you are finished. It is called Longinius, and it is a spear, though no normal spear.”

OOC: Donovan is completed healed. Actions? Donovan, Durant, Reed, Stewart.

 

[Carlo]

At the comment 'until recently' Loralai's ears perked up and she looked up again from her computer, which had now completed its diagnostics. Her dark eyes narrowed and one thin eyebrow climbed her forehead. "Until recently?" She echoed. "Has something happened to Lord Myrrdin?"

 

[Jarval]

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

Lucas nods at Artorius' explanation, his mind still boggling at the concept of two thousand years of life. He nods again as Loralai asks the question foremost in his mind.

 

[Stargate_Com]

Jeremaih Grayson

Under the Government Building
P7X – 912
Almost two hours since arrival, June 3, 2003

That is correct, Tauri, and I will begin with the knowledge at once. The first item you will need will protect you and those close to you of the mental influences of the Old Ones and their minions. It is buried in a cave a few miles from here. I can give you directions to the location, though the way is mountainous and treacherous,” Medraut explained.

Medraut's words sent a wave of fear over Jeremaih, yet the fear was not complete. There was also a hint of dissappointment. Mind Control? Quite a powerful weapon. Our allies could easily become our enemies. It also meant they probably didn't use a spoken language, at least not anymore. As he pondered the beautiful Gaelic words one last time, he realized something. "Are you not accompanying us?"

“It is a possibility, though it is more likely that they did not survive the black death,” Medraut added. “If they are with Myrrdin and his Jaffa, they would have been taken to his vessel. I have no means to get to them at the present, and could not speak of their fate if he has taken them. They may have wished that the black death had taken them before he was through with them.”

“You should be able to return to the surface shortly,” Medraut explained.

Jeremiah wondered if all Tok'ra were so pessimistic. Hope was one of mankind's greatest drives. Medraut seemed to have traded it for stats. Even if the odds were a billion to one, there still was a chance.

“As for what Myrrdin wants with me . . . what does any Goa’uld want with a Tok’ra once they discover him or her.”

His answer was vague as usual. Jeremiah wondered what he was hiding and if they should worry about it. He would have to discuss it with Durant at a better time.

“It was actually the reason I can to this planet, but I will give it to you to use in your mission with the understanding that it be returned to me when you are finished. It is called Longinius, and it is a spear, though no normal spear.”

A spear? I would hope it is no normal spear. Jeremiah all of a sudden felt as if he was sweep into the Odyssey...or some other mystical story. He still had fear, but the excitement of possible discovery was growing within him. Still, he wondered about Medraut's motives. He had come to this planet for the spear...not to give to us...but for hisself. Why? Was it to save it?

 

[Dark Nemesis]

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

She smiled, pleased by Artorius’ invitation to stay and learn. However, she doubted it would be the case… after all, Andreev seemed devoted to finding the other members of the team, completing their mission, and returning home. Perhaps that would be for the best. After all, being on this ship really did make her nervous, and she yearned to feel solid ground beneath her feet again, Black Death or not. Still, Artorius himself was a pretty compelling reason to stay…

Two thousand years… The very thought of living that long seemed amazing to Rylee. What could possibly make a man able to live for two thousand years? Then, Lorelai asked a good question, and Rylee leaned forward slightly, interested in hearing the answer.