StarGate: Traditions

[Jaeden]

Ashley grins, pleased to see the new guy getting into things so quickly, and glad that she has the answers to most of his questions.
"I don't know how much we could stand to learn from it, but I agree with you. I think it's definately something the SGC should be doing. Maybe SG-14 will do those things, waddaya think, Colonel?" She smiles at Johnson, her face consealing her anxiety over her placement on an SG Team. She quickly folds from each hand she's dealt, frowning a little, but finding the conversation more interesting thas the game.

"SG-14? I didn't know you had already set up your new team, Colonel."

"We know the 8th chevron is used as some sort of distance imput, for inter-galactic gate travel. It just uses up more energy than we can get to the Stargate, meaning we can't do it until we find a better power source. And don't think we're not trying, it just takes enough power to make one of Major Carter's Naquada Generators look like an Easy Bake Oven.

"Wierd. That defies the entire idea behind the Stargate's positioning system. Figure, six for the destination point, one for the point of origin... I guess... Well, yeah. Since you don't have symbols for extragalactic constellations, what you'd have to do is then use your first six to define a point, and then the Stargate's functionality works as a ray... A straight line, from the point of origin, through the designated point, out to the distance designated by the symbol on the 8th chevron. I wonder how the constellation symbols map to numeric distance, though... Hey, Ms. Wolfe, do the symbols on every gate match?"

As of yet, however, we have no idea what the 9th chevron does. It's probably something physics-breaking like time travel or intradimentional portals or alternate realities. We'll figure it out, it'll just take more time than we've put into the program so far.".

Julian tosses his cards in, not having any two that match for anything. Like Ashley, he could care less about cards at this point anyway. "Time is the most likely option. Figuring that the 8th chevron adds the 3rd dimension, depth... it only makes sense for #9 to add a fourth dimension; time."

[quote="Ashley]
"Major Davis is right, though. Taking the DHD would only slow the Goa'uld down. They have more than enough power to work the gate. It's a big superconductor, anyway, lightning or even enough radiation would be used to power the thing. One of Major Carter's reactors would work, and they're pretty damn portable. The thing is, anyone advanced enough to threaten us significantly has access to energy, and probably more than us. We power the thing off of DC, I'm sure the Goa'uld have something more impressive."[/QUOTE]

"Well, lemme ask you this: Does the DHD power the gate? If so... In theory, we could chain several DHDs up to one gate, if we set it up right... And then have heaps more power to work out those 8th and 9th chevrons... And light Las Vegas, while we're at it. That alone sounds like a good reason to fix the broken DHD on Earth."

 

[Kemrain]

"But the 8th chevron doesn't add depth, it expands it. The galaxy, while pretty flat, is still immensely thick, and all stargate addresses need to be found in three dimentions. The 8th chevron is more like an area code; it tells the stargate how far away it should start looking for the coordinates you've given it. I think time is likley, too, but we have no idea yet. I'd love to be able to ask an Ancient, but there aren't too many left these days."

"The DHD has a power element, but its power output is surprisingly small. Linking them together would take thousands if not tens of thousands of DHD's to get enough power to lock the 8th chevron. Plus, they have circuitry that would need to be bypassed that regulate how much power they output... The DHD power supplies are built to last, sure, but they aren't the endless power that you think they are. One of Carter's Naquada Reactors is much better for that sort of application, and even they can't crack the 8th chevron. Really, the thing needs truely immense ammounts of energy that we can't feasibly put into it. Plus, we only know one eight digit address, and it's knocking on the doorstep of the Asgard."

 

[reveal]

"SG-14? I didn't know you had already set up your new team, Colonel."

"Hasn't happened yet. *Two cards please* I'm still doing interviews. As soon as I find someone for the last slot, we'll be jumping into the pool."

 

[Kemrain]

Ashley looks over to Bubba with interest.
"Does that mean you already have some candidates picked, Colonel?" she asks with a big hopeful grin, her efforts at consealing her excitement failing.

 

[reveal]

Ashley looks over to Bubba with interest.
"Does that mean you already have some candidates picked, Colonel?" she asks with a big hopeful grin, her efforts at consealing her excitement failing.

"Yup. Just need to find a Cowardly Lion," the Colonel says with a sly grin. "Know where one's hiding?"

 

[Jaeden]

"Yup. Just need to find a Cowardly Lion," the Colonel says with a sly grin. "Know where one's hiding?"

"Cowardly lion?"

Julian blushes a bit, his feelings betraying him to his cheeks. There was a part of him that screamed to raise his hand, the closeted geek yearning to go where no man had gone before. The Star Wars-suckled kid who wanted to know if there were really Wookiees out there.

But it was a small part.

The rest of his feelings, all 90% of them, echoed one simple concept - self-preservation. The nasty thing about the folks on other planets, to hear the SG-1 people talk in the mess hall, is that they seem to want to kill everybody. And something about getting killed didn't sit right with Julian Anderson. No siree, Bubba. These worlds were full of immortal freaks dressed up like they used the Book of the Dead as a Cosmo, with sticks that launch a plasma bolt the size of a baseball but hit with the force of a frieght train. That's a far cry from the sexy chicks in the sparkly togas in Star Trek. And judging by the look of Johnson, he'd be building a team chock-full of hulking Rambo types. And no way in hell was Julian volunteering to be the red shirt. Things never end well for the red shirt. Cowardly? More like prudent.

"Is there some kind of rule that you need to have four people? Why not three, or six?"

Julian knew too well the types of people that went through that gate. The "doorway to heaven" had every potential to be a one-way ticket to hell. Just yesterday, he'd met Col. Jack O'Neil in the hallway, and THAT was the kind of guy he wanted representing Earth on these "away missions". Strong, resolute, fearless, smart when he had to be... Something about O'Neil reminded Julian of his childhood hero, MacGuyver. Whatever it takes, get the job done and get home. But that wasn't Julian. Julian's motto was, "whatever it takes, get the job done FROM home, where it's nice and safe".

"I bet you've gotta like, bench 900 pounds, drink raw eggs and shoot fleas off a dog to get on one of those teams, anyhow."

 

[reveal]

"Is there some kind of rule that you need to have four people? Why not three, or six?"

"There's no hard rule for four, but that's what we shoot for. It allows for a collection of a lot of different type of people who can help without being too unwieldy to keep track of everything.""

"I bet you've gotta like, bench 900 pounds, drink raw eggs and shoot fleas off a dog to get on one of those teams, anyhow."

"What makes you say that?"

The Colonel glances sideways at Julian as he says this then turns back to his cards.

 

[Jaeden]

"What makes you say that?"

The Colonel glances sideways at Julian as he says this then turns back to his cards.

.oO(You stepped in it now, Jules...)

"I guess I've just pictured gate teams as the real warrior types... Guys like Col. O'Neal and that Teal'c guy that's always with him..."

 

[Keryn]

"What about people like Dr. Jackson or Captain (Major, Lt. Colonel....whatever she is at this point in time) Carter? It seems to me that you would need people on these teams who know about the technology and people you're likely to encouter. Who better to do that than people like us?"

Hinda has been very quiet, but very observant during the last few minutes. She's still sipping on tea at this point.

 

[Jaeden]

"What about people like Dr. Jackson or Captain (Major, Lt. Colonel....whatever she is at this point in time) Carter? It seems to me that you would need people on these teams who know about the technology and people you're likely to encouter. Who better to do that than people like us?"

Hinda has been very quiet, but very observant during the last few minutes. She's still sipping on tea at this point.

"Who? Sorry... Bear in mind, I've been here 2 days..."