Aberrant: Stargate Universe - SG21: Mission to Abydos

[Rorx]

Gwyn called in their finding to the Major, "Major Caine, we have reached the so called hills, so you should reach the base of them in about 5 minutes. They appear steeper and higher than we were lead to believe, more like small mountains. Do you what us to take a swing around the perimeter to see if we can find a way in, or would you rather we started sweeping the near side for the best route up?"

[Adrian Moss]

"Okay," said the fatigued CO. The heat was really plastering him. "We are going to fly over in shifts. Jones, come back here and we'll work it out."

He thought it over for minute or so then nodded his head.

He kneels down in the sound next to the shed,

"Everyone gather round."

Once they do,

"This is how it is going to be. Jones is going to be the C-130. First trip will be myself and Perault over the wall. Second trip will Jaunt and Jenings-Izumi. Last trip will be the supplies."

"I don't like leaving people behind, but there is no way to have him carry all four of us and I'm not leaving one behind. Jones," he looks to the Welshman, you will doing all the heavy lifting and will be alone on the last round trip. I'm sorry, but the only altenative is to leave our supplies out here to get buried."

"Ideas - suggestions?"

[Rorx]

"Yes, Major, how many people could strap on to the sled at one time. Beacause if it was strong enough, that would be the limit on how many people I could take at one time."

He shrugs, "But if that's not practical I don't have a problem with doing the last flight alone. I'll dense up and take all reasonable precautions to check the area on both legs of the trip for hostiles."

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia took a stab in the dark. Her hearing was good, really good, and there might be a chance that it could help here. Closing her eyes, she focused on the sounds of the sand sliding over and around the area. She remembered using her hearing to hear a point where Declan was suppressing sound. Maybe, she could hear a break in the cliffs, a change in the whisper of the sand and the wind.

"Major, a moment to attempt a trick?" When Caine nodded, Olivia stood up, stepping away from the protection of the sled. Anyone who tried to follow was waved back, and she didn't go too far. Just enough to get away from the sound of her teammates' beating hearts, rushing blood and the wail of the wind as it passed around and by the sled.

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[Mr Fox]

Olivia listened to the wind but with theit chaotic nature she found it impossible to determine anything useful. Following Caine's orders Gwyn picked up and flew the team up and over the tops of the hills and into the sheltered valley within. Because of the height of the dust being blown through the air it over-topped the hills and what once had been a lush oasis was buried in several feet of dust. At the bottom of the valley where once had stood one of the only locations on the planet of open water there existed now only a brown stain of moist mud that was likely to be the dust equivalent of quicksand.

Caine, Declan and Gwyn did find it much easier to see and despite the dust all could make out the far wall of the valley. The space enclosed by the hills measured perhaps one or two square kilometers, and it was evident from the openings carved into the cliffs that people had once lived here and sheltered hidden from the Goa'uld. Gwyn set the two soldiers down near the bottom of the line of hills on this side before making his way back for the next group. Within an hour all of the team members were gathered along with their sled of supplies.

One down side was quickly discovered. The dust covering the valley was much like moon dust described by the first astronauts. It puffed up with every step and was so fine it clung electrostatically to everything, and by the time everyone was reunited in the valley and the team was ready to proceed everyone was covered with a layer of dust and it was a constant annoyance to repeatedly clean off the lenses of the protective masks to avoid having vision reduced. The one bright side was that the air filters in the masks were doing their jobs and keeping the particles out of the teams lungs. Given the conditions the filters would need to be replace with their spares every couple hours. That would give the team only a day or two before needing to return to the SGC for survival.

[The Red Man]

Dec scanned the valley cliffs as he waited, a hand up to shield his goggles from the swirling dust. Almost on autopilot, he catalogued the cave positions he could see from the valley floor, trying to spot the ones that seemed to be least dust-clogged due to having better shelter from the perpetual winds.

He was struck by how bereft this place was of life, but also found that strangely comforting. Where there was no life, there was nothing to threaten them. Which made the Other redundant.

[Adrian Moss]

"Scout around some of the closest caves, Sgt. I'll stick here and gather up the rest of the team. We can have Jaunt scope out the higher ones first, before deciding on which ones have the best possibility of having something we need in them."

Caine then sat back and waited for Jaunt and Olivia to arrive.

The chloeing dust was irritating, but something they would have to live with until they could find a nice cave to hold up in and they could get out of these suits. He didn't envy the Doc trying to make sense of this inside of a dust-inhibited suit. As for Jaunt, he would need to be hands-free as well. Gwyn would still be able to do a passable engineering and structural analysis of the place inside his suit, but it wouldn't be as good, either.

So he waited hoping Dec found something promising soon.

[Jaunt]

The flight was rather uneventful, especially since Gywn vetoed the idea of letting Jaunt 'sky-surf' him.

No sooner was he on solid footing again approaching the Major than his mouth was in motion. "The jungle was cool, seriously Caine. But really, we went from that to the galaxy's colon... I know you hate me, but I seriously doubt I deserve this. Oh, and our in flight movie sucked, I'm a galactic explorer dude, I don't ride coach. Talk to people, see what you can make happen bro, appreciate it."

Jaunt patted Caine on the shoulder as he walked past him without missing a beat, stirring up dust as he did, and sought shelter a little deeper in. It did little, but gave him time to compose himself and remove the harness he was wearing to pull the Dune-sled.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia walked away from the bitching Jaunt, bring her first and most useful tool to bear. As before, she stepped away far enough so that she wasn't getting immediately distracted by her teammates. The last time, the hood had muffled her - she'd been sure of it. This time, that wasn't going to happen.

She'd been playing around with what she could hear, and she'd learned a little trick regarding the ultra-sonic noises that she could hear now. Once she'd learned that she could transmit over radios and telephones, it hadn't been a leap to figure out that she could make noises that most couldn't hear that rebounded and came back to her. That's how sonar worked.

She took a deep breath, pinched her eyes shut and took off the protective hood. She gave a short cry, careful to only exhale, a bark of noise no one else could hear, and waited for the bouncing sounds to tell her what was out there.

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[The Red Man]

Dec moved away from the rest of the team, one hand on the grip of his Zat as he easily scrambled up to the nearest set of caves. He spent a little time searching around, trying to find one that seemed deeper and less sand-clogged than the others.

[Adrian Moss]

Water off a ducks back. It was all becoming background noise around the boy now. Caine waited for the Doc to say something, but walked a small bit away and was doing. Damien nearly freaked when she took off her hood, but then gave her the benefit of the doubt. He also gave her about thirty seconds to put it back on.

Mind back on task, the Major began calling out over the headsets,

"Perault, keep in contact. Jaunt, when you are ready, can you check out the openings higher up on the walls?"

Caine held to his central position until Gwyn arrived with the sled. They could then move the sled out of the worst of the elements and set about finding their base of operations for the upcoming search.

So far, so good.

[Rorx]

Unencumbered by the other team members Gwyn was able to fly out from the hills at close to his top speed of 200km/h, about 1km every 20 secs. Going slower back with the sled to avoid blowing things off it he was still able to make the last round trip in less than 5 minutes.

He arrives back as the scouts are still busy with the numerous caves.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia pulled her hood on and returned to the sled, feeling fine sand sticking to her face. She pulled out one of the notepads and a pen, and quickly drew what she had "seen".

There wasn't much in the valley itself, but there is a lake under the mud. There were also fallen palm trees buried under the silt on the valley floor. She had sensed places through the fine sand where the dirt of the original valley floor was packed tighter, which she assumed were roads, or maybe paths between many of the caves. Some of those are harder packed and wider than others; some are more broken up perhaps indicating that they were older. She drew everything but the bones of herd animals that she'd seen.

She took it over to Major Caine. "Here, sir, a rough map of the area. I'll put it in the computer when we get to some shelter."

[Adrian Moss]

"Working on that right now, Doctor. Good work. No sign of any possible survivors then?"

It was a pointless question but one he felt compelled to ask.

"Jaunt, there is confirmation that the center of the valley is one big sink hole. Stay clear."

Turning to the Flying Welshman,

"Jones, let's move that sled into the closest cave. No since in letting the sand here polish everything for us. You pull - the Doc and I will push."

Now they had to wait for their two scouts to call in. Caine worried more about Jaunt. Perault would be in close range for immediate assistance, but it would be unacceptably longer for Gwyn to get across the valley if the Kid got in trouble.

Inside his suit, he smiled to Gwyn and Olivia,

"So, is getting off-world all you thought it would be?"

[Rorx]

"Hang on Major, I've still got the flight active, I'll take it across myself. In fact if you two want to jump on it will save you all some effort."

Gwyn grins at Caine's question, "It's all a new experience and you can't really ask for more than that at this stage. Although I hope to get a better environment on the next trip."

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

"Yeah," Olivia agreed easily. The men could hear laughter in her voice as she added, "Major, tell the General that I can't possibly work on my tan in these conditions, and that we demand a beach world next time."

[Adrian Moss]

OH Yeah, I want to see you in a swimsuit.

....

Actually, he did want to see her in a swimsuit. That would be nice, spending some time together ... on a laid back planet, doing research and looking through some sun-drenched ruins.

Keep your mind on the game.

For a moment, Caine said nothing. He would be thankful that no one could see him dreamy-eyed within his suit.

"Doctor Jenings-Izumi, I'll put that in my report. Sand = check, Sun = Clear skies, and Surf = definitely need more surf. I'm sure the General will see reason."

Yep. Next stop = Mudball with 100% cloud cover and 100% humidity.

[Jaunt]

Originally Posted By: Adrian Moss

"Jaunt, there is confirmation that the center of the valley is one big sink hole. Stay clear."

"Will do." The young man said as he walked closer to the edge. Damn, Izumi is hot. I gotta get the hell out of here before Major Woody starts saluting her.

Truth be told has happy to be getting away from everyone. They were about as boring as people could get. Caine was a tool, Gywn had all the appeal of an acid coated catheter, Perault was Caine's personal dick rider and Izumi was a bitch. Collectively they just weren't really Jaunt's idea of a good time. When Caine told him it was okay to split the scene, he was gone in a... jaunt.

A visible trail of rippling air betrayed his trajectory as he teleported to the higher caves. Anyone paying attention could have seen him appear just a few steps beyond the ledge. Crap, this stuff is heavy...

The caverns quickly seemed to be family dwellings as his light flashed on various assortments of carved furniture as the presence of wooden items seemed to be rare. Meals were still left upon tables, and various items were cast to the floor from where they once rest upon carved shelving. Dehydrated food was preserved in several of the dishes, but everything was covered in a thin layer of dust.

He was half bewildered as the white beam of his mag-lite revealed for him carvings on the walls and on pottery that were just beautiful. His gloved hand traced down one section for the wall that portrayed a festival, or a ceremony of some sort and beneath his mask his mouth bent to a grin. These people had left behind such an impressive legacy and here he was, seeing it for himself in person, not on some television show. Then his mind rest on why they had left this legacy behind and his heart sank. They didn't deserve a fate like the one they were given.

Hieroglyphs framed every portion of the art work about the cavern-dwelling, while certainly no scientist like Izumi they struck him as Egyptian in origin in a small variety of colors like white, red and brown and black, as well as blue, which the culture seemed fond of.

He set about carefully brushing aside the dust and dug out his sketch book as he removed his gloves. He had to have this stuff, it was magnificent the care and artistry of these people did nothing short of impress the youth. Plus, Kyria would get such a kick out of them.

Time seemed to lose meaning as the artist set about his project under the beams of two flash lights...

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia's first thought had been to get out the computer and get to work, now that they were in somewhere with some shelter from the billowing dust. She'd really meant to do it. But when she'd glanced at their area, she'd been instantly smitten by the history there.

Look at that vase, classic Predynastic, but... it's got an enamel coating! That's advancement of technology, but not culture - amazing! Olivia's duties were momentarily forgotten as she went into full geek mood, pulling out a small recorder and begining to film. Technically, this was part of her job, but it was the fun part, the interesting part. Securing camp - not so much fun.

[Rorx]

Pushing aside the initial piles of dust Gwyn carefully maneuvered the sled deeper into the cave Caine indicated. Once eh felt it was far enough in and in a location that didn't damage any of the remaining materials he carefully lowered it down. Next he carefully removed a couple of tarps from where they were strapped to the sled and started rigging them up across the opening of the cave, scooping as much of the interior dust piles along with them as he could.

Glancing around he spots Olivia slipping into geek mode and grins within the hood.

"Looks like with lost the Doc for a while Major. Give us a hand finishing this rigging and we could have somewhere to at least clean up a bit and eat without swallowing a load of dust as well."

[The Red Man]

Outside, Dec kept an eye on them all as they went about their business. The kid had teleported off and would likely return when he got hungry. The other three were in the largest and deepest cave he'd found, which was currently about fifty feet below his current eyrie. He keyed his radio.

"I'm in position, everyone. Jaunt, don't go out of radio range, okay man?" His voice wasn't as grim or haunted as it usually was. In fact, ever since they had left the Stargate Command center, Declan had been laid back and nearly silent, radiating an aura of peaceful contentment.

The Ranger crouched in the natural shelter of three rocks outside a shallow cave he had already checked out. There wasn't much in there: painted ceramics, some pictures on the walls and what looked like a bunch of meals just left to dessicate. The worksmanship was very fine on the furniture and pottery, and the place looked as though an earthquake had disturbed it, judging by the toppled and disturbed belongings in there. He'd reported his findings to Caine, then found his current guard post. Out of the worst of the dust storm, Dec had tucked his filter away, relying instead on a folded scarf to shroud his nose and mouth as he got comfortable keeping watch. The desert-pattern poncho was spread out around him, breaking up his outline to any observers, and under it he held his Zat across his knees, ready for use. The wind was howling, dust blowing in sporadic drifts against his goggled face, and he had to take small sips of water so as not to go through his canteen too fast.

Sergeant Declan Perault was having a great time.

There was something familiar and comforting about what he was doing. This, right here, was a microcosm of his life. He was waiting for the need to act, keeping watch over his teammates. He was alone with his thoughts, but they were not far away and they were depending on him to be at his best.

So he hunkered down and waited, now and then flexing a muscle group slowly so as to prevent them becoming too stiff to move. To any eyes that might be on SG21, the Sgt. might as well have disappeared.

[Adrian Moss]

((Move along ... Move along ... nothing to see here))

[Adrian Moss]

When Declan first failed to raise Jaunt, it was minorly annoying, but it was Jauntness and you had to get into a Jaunt frame of mind to understand that he most likely was either having an equipment malfunction due to the sand (small chance), or he was purposefully ignoring the rest of the team because he was a spoiled punk (for the Win!). Caine dismissed the smallest possibility - that something had come up and eaten Jaunt saving the taxpayers much future debt.

Of course, Jaunt was some Mother's son, maybe even a Brother to a younger clone of himself. The Major knew he had to keep perspective. He called Jaunt in a very laid back tone.

"Jaunt, can you hear us? Jaunt, if you can't speak, click the head set."

Okay, that was protocal, now to get clever.

"Specialist Jenings-Izumi. You can track frequencies? Can you track a set on standby? I need you to locate Jaunt's headset so that Gwyn can go out and find him to make sure he's okay."

"Gwyn, the kids not talking. If Livy can find him, I want you to go to his location and report back what he's doing. I don't care if he's building sandcastles or catching twenty. I'll deal with his excuses at a better time."

Caine wanted to apologize to the two specialist, but this wasn't the time or place. The praise would come later, when there was less grit.

One last thing.

"Declan, Jaunt still isn't calling in. Odds are he's being a kid, but don't get too comfy on me."

Mostly pointless. If something snuck up on Sgt. Perault they were all dead anyway.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia, jarred out of her work, frowned, then nodded. Stupid kid, she thought uncharitably as she moved back out into the hell that pass for a nice day on Abydos. Once again, she drew a deep breath and took off her hood to listen.

She wasn't sure this would work; she thought he might have to be transmitting for her to pick him up. We need to put a homing device on him, she thought, aware that would make it easier for others to find him. Sometimes, sacrifice was necessary.

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[Mr Fox]

Luckily Jaunt's radio wasn't actually turned off, it was just being ignored in favor of more interesting things. The first attempt by the Specialist was able to prove that the radio was on, but didn't provide definite coordinates. It would take moving around the area and trying again to give a better guess as to where he was.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

She could pick up his signal, but only a rough position. Not good enough. She slipped her hood back on and walked further down the valley. Stopping, she listened again. She got another fix on him, but it was still lacking. But she repeated, and this time when her hood went back on, she said into her radio, "Jones, I have a fix on him. Come out here, and I'll show you where."

While she waited, she drew off the hood and checked again, to be sure...

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[Rorx]

Gwyn heads out and gets the info from Olivia, then looks around the valley to orientate himself. As he takes off he calls in over the network, "Looks like Jaunt is roughly were he started Major, I'll call in when I find him."

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Gwyn Awareness roll to orientate himself and last known positions he saw of Dec and Jaunt.

(03:40:34) ChatBot: (Gwyn_Jones) logs into the Chat.

(03:40:54) ChatBot: (Gwyn_Jones) rolls 7d10 and gets 8,7,3,7,4,3,3.

Arriving in the area it only takes a minute or two to find the cave where Jaunt sits sketching the artworks around him.

Gwyn calls in from the cave mouth, "Major, I've found Jaunt, he seems to be absorbed in sketching the artwork in this cave, although it looks to me to be pretty much the same as in the cave we put the sled in. Over."

"Hey, Jaunt. You still with us?"

[Jaunt]

He sighed and rolled his eyes. It's like he could never escape them...

"Apparently," He said sarcastically. "If by 'with us' you mean died and gone to hell to suffer for all eternity with retards'."

His head turned up into Gwyn's light giving the man a bright look at the young man's face. "What do you want Gwen? I'm busy."

Several sketches were all scattered about the carved table where he'd brushed away the dust to set his pack and his radio. Although his radio was on, the volume was set at '1'.

[Rorx]

Gwyn just stares at the young jerk and his voice drips with disappointment and disdain as he replies, "What I wanted was for you to prove my assessment of you wrong, instead of confirming it at your first oppurtunity Mr 'Is this really a person I can trust my life to in a team environment?' For now you can get on the radio to Major Caine and actually obey his orders for the rest of what is likely to be your last trip off-world for a while, if ever again."

Having said his piece Gwyn walks out and finishes checking the caves either side or where he found Jaunt, confirming his guess that Jaunt hadn't checked any caves at all, just got absorbed in his artwork in the first one he entered. That done he calls in to the Major, "Major, I'm going to scout the upper levels, I'll report in at approximately 5 minute intervals. Jones out."

[Adrian Moss]

"Roger that Jones, keep in regular contact."

"Jaunt," Caine's voice was steady, "can you bring back your current work. I would like to take a look at it. I've got other parts of the site I want you to take a look at. I think we need your impressions of the drawings here to help us get the proper outlook on the cave network. Come back as soon as you have finished up there, or by 1500 no matter what. Also, if you find any evidence of artifacts - pottery,ect. - bring some back."

There, he had done it. He had been fair and polite. Now, if the kid could just be brought around to the reality he wasn't a One-Man show.

"Thanks, Doc," he told Olivia over the mic. To himself, he asked, 'I don't suppose you have a power that we could use like a tracking beacon on Specialist Juant?'

[Mr Fox]

The upper caves were much like the lower. Many generations went into producing the art and items that are found. After investigating several caves the picture becomes clearer. These people were shutoff from the rest of the population of the planet and lived in fear that the false gods might some day find them. They had nothing but what the bounty of this once fertile oasis provided, but they made the most of that bounty, producing objects of extraordinary beauty. The story of the individual family that lived there could be found on the walls of each cave in Egyptian pictographs and writing. The stories were much the same. In the oldest caves the stories told of the original inhabitants coming to the valley across the desert from the planet's one city. Some of the other caves were formed with two families intermarried and a new family started.

The stories were fascinating in their own right telling of love and betrayal, joy and sadness and full of all the human drama possible in a small community isolated and exiled from the world. Per standard protocol Gwyn used a small video camera to record much of the stories he saw over the hours of his explorations as did the Doc and Major Caine when he was not fretting over his team and trying to decide what level of hell to consign their wayward and disobedient youngest member.

Despite his attitude however, the video just didn't capture the soul of the cave art the way Jaunt's sketches did. Perhaps that would factor into his fate.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

She had heard something, just at the edge of her hearing. Caine was talking to her so she pulled her hood on and toggled the mic on. "I'll think about that, sir," Olivia said, not wanting to mention over the open line that so long as he kept his radio on, she could find him, with difficulty.

"Sir, I've heard something about halfway down the valley from basecamp. I think it's something buried up in the hills, or maybe in a cave system, because I don't see anything up there. Would you like to explore it a bit, sir?"

[Adrian Moss]

"Sure."

"Sergeant, we'll gather at the Doc's location."

"Jones, we are exploring something the Doc has uncovered. Keep investigating."

"Jaunt, if you make it back before we do, stay with the supplies."

He began jogging out to Olivias position. He wasn't so much eager as restless.

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

Olivia heard Caine coming. It was strange; she heard, over the rustle of the sand, the soft pound of his jogging feet. She heard the fine sand impact and be dislodged by his suit. So when his shadowed form appeared out of the gloom, Olivia was looking at him.

For the first time, she didn't really feel very human. Humans didn't hear fine sand grating over clothing. It was a strike of lightning as all the proof crashed over her head - what was she? What were any of them?

[Rorx]

Gwyn paused in his recording to acknowledge the call, "Roger that Major, if you need me I should be able to make it to your location inside 2 minutes. Jones Out."

Having completed the preliminary video recording of the artfacts and artwork in the cave Gwyn took out his sensors and started with the radiation and metal detectors as he looked for any signs of technology in the area.

[Mr Fox]

It didn't take long for Gwyn to pick up a grand total of nothing on his instruments. Gwyn found no metal at all which made the stonework all the more impressive. Surely they had to have metal somewhere in the community, else how could they have carved out the caves?

Jones ended up arriving at the Major and Doctor's location just as they were starting up the slope to the nearest cave to where Olivia sensed whatever it was she sensed. A few minutes searching of the cave and it was pretty obvious that the this cave didn't go in the right direction. Backing out the trio tried the next closest and it did indeed wind deeper into the hill and upwards. Unlike most of the caves found so far this one seemed to be something other than a family dwelling. The rooms were large and more decorated. It seemed like an temple almost. Large finely wrought bowls filled with dessicated fruit lined the walls as though left as offerings, but to what? The walls of the main lower chambers were full of carvings and painting. In the oldest part of the main room the carvings showed a family leaving Nagadda and coming her under cover of night. According to the carvings the family suffered and nearly died before arriving at the oasis. The pictures depicted them settling in the valley and then going back later to bring out others from Nagadda to form a community here. Over the years others found their way, expanding the group further.

Olivia could sense something giving off a slight whine in a range beyond normal hearing. It seemed to be coming from behind the wall with the oldest paintings.

[The Red Man]

There was barely a disturbance in the air as Perault seemed to materialise out of the dust-storm, his poncho tucked here and there into his webbing to prevent flapping noises. He cast his silver gaze over the cave's interior, nodding once to Caine, then stepped back outside again, stopping and crouching just outside the cave's entrance, staying alert.

[Adrian Moss]

Caine turned to Olivia.

"Is this it? The end of the road?"

The picture history was good and he was sure the squints back in the SGC would love it, but he was hoping for more.

"I was hoping for more," he said with a hint of disappointment.

"Let's get a camera on these pictures before we leave."

[z-Olivia Jenings-Izumi]

She glanced at Declan as he arrived, then looked back to Damien, relieved by the mens' presences. Even after the Sargeant left, she was glad Declan was nearby. "No," she murmured, "I can hear it..." She walked over to the wall and began to feel at the walls and cracks. "It's behind here somewhere. Major, lend a hand?"

[Adrian Moss]

"Sure thing. What am I doing?" he said stepping up to the beautiful young doctor. She wanted for something and he hoped to hell it had something to do with the mission. Caine slid up next to Olivia and extended his hands toward the wall.