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<blockquote data-quote="Stargate_Com" data-source="post: 1449124" data-attributes="member: 17531">As he followed Medraut, Jeremiah realized that his new friend may be worse off than he had thought.&nbsp; His fears were confirmed when Medraut started to limp.What had happened to him?&nbsp; The marks on his back looked like they came from a whip.&nbsp; Kind of low tech. for a race as advance as this.&nbsp; I wonder were the rest of the Tok'ra are.The room at the end of the corridor was quite simple.&nbsp; Table, chairs, and a well...no computers or heavy machinery.&nbsp; If he had not been telpoted just moments ago, he would of swore his was in a common Gaelic home.&nbsp; The crisp, clean water looked mighty tempting.&nbsp; He would have a glass why he sorted things out.&nbsp; (In Gaelic) &quot;Thank you.&quot;It was insane to think that I would be safe on the surface if he wasn't.&nbsp; Who was looking for him?&nbsp; He also said 'looking for me' not 'us'.&nbsp; Was he alone?Before he can form and of these thoughts into a question, a packet of food comes flying at him.&nbsp; Instinctively, he catches it.&nbsp;He was also hungry, but this was no time to eat.&nbsp; He desperately wanted to sit down and talk history with the giant, but he could not forget his friends.With so much to consider, Jeremiah decided to have a seat.&nbsp; Grabbing his food and drink, he takes a seat across from Medraut.Hours to get here.&nbsp; That probably means hours to get back.&nbsp; Besides, I not even sure I will end up at the same gate.&nbsp; I can't go back alone.&nbsp; I came here to get help both the team and Earth.&nbsp; I'm sure Medraut would be a force to be recoconded with if he was health.&nbsp; Not to meantion, the scientific knowledge he could provide.&nbsp; We needed him.&nbsp; After all, I couldn't let him bleed to death.&nbsp; We hadn't discussed the origin of his language, yet.&quot;Is there any more Tok'ra around?&nbsp; You need medical help.&nbsp; Tell me what to do.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Stargate_Com, post: 1449124, member: 17531"] As he followed Medraut, Jeremiah realized that his new friend may be worse off than he had thought. His fears were confirmed when Medraut started to limp. [I]What had happened to him? The marks on his back looked like they came from a whip. Kind of low tech. for a race as advance as this. I wonder were the rest of the Tok'ra are.[/I] The room at the end of the corridor was quite simple. Table, chairs, and a well...no computers or heavy machinery. If he had not been telpoted just moments ago, he would of swore his was in a common Gaelic home. The crisp, clean water looked mighty tempting. He would have a glass why he sorted things out. (In Gaelic) "Thank you." [I]It was insane to think that I would be safe on the surface if he wasn't. Who was looking for him? He also said 'looking for me' not 'us'. Was he alone?[/I] Before he can form and of these thoughts into a question, a packet of food comes flying at him. Instinctively, he catches it. He was also hungry, but this was no time to eat. He desperately wanted to sit down and talk history with the giant, but he could not forget his friends. With so much to consider, Jeremiah decided to have a seat. Grabbing his food and drink, he takes a seat across from Medraut. [I]Hours to get here. That probably means hours to get back. Besides, I not even sure I will end up at the same gate. I can't go back alone. I came here to get help both the team and Earth. I'm sure Medraut would be a force to be recoconded with if he was health. Not to meantion, the scientific knowledge he could provide. We needed him. After all, I couldn't let him bleed to death. We hadn't discussed the origin of his language, yet.[/I] "Is there any more Tok'ra around? You need medical help. Tell me what to do." [/QUOTE]

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