Veroe
Maestro/Truthseeker
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IC: Col. Elian Alvarez and Korren and Ashalim and Caleb Archer
"We've arrived, Colonel," Their Tok'ra ally called back from the stolen Goauld cargo ship's cockpit.
"Right, everybody up." He said rising from where he'd sat calmly in preparation for this mission. He paused as the false motion of the ship exiting hyperspace and then walking up to the cockpit the others of his team behind him. through the cockpit window straight ahead of them and growing bigger as they approached
The planet known as P9C-1148 was on the grey list. It was a list of stargate addresses that Stargate Command had tried but failed to establish a wormhole between the two gates. Usually that meant that the other gate had been buried sometime in the past. However, their allies among the Tok'ra had suggested that there was some abandoned Goauld weapons development lab there. So General Hammond had authorized a joint mission with Elian's team, SG-14 to investigate and return to SGC any advanced technology they could gleam from the ruins.
The planet itself was a brown world, with patches of green and brown. Their Tok'ra ally was bent over the control peering at them closely. His eyes lit up and in a deep rumbling voice as the Tok'ra symbiote, Ashalim, reported, "Scanners reading no toxins, or radiation. It seems mostly a barren desert with ten percent of the surface being little areas of rainforest along the 32 percent covered in inland seas. The laboratory is located in the Northern hemisphere there," He pointed out the window to the upper area of the planet in the middle of a great swath of brown, "Surrounded for a hundred miles in that desert at one of the few oasis there. Temperature in the shade is well over one hundred on your Fahrenheit scale."
"Hope you like it hot and dry..." His eyes stopped glowing and his voice returned to his normal humorous laced tenor as the human host of the Tok'ra pair, Korenn, added, "...As you Tao'ri would say it seems a veritable garden of eden."
"Spent two tours in Iraq, and three in Afghanistan," Elian answered crossing his arms, "Can't be any worse than those."
As the vessel entered the planet's atmosphere heading towards the laboratory Caleb Archer was still putting away his tablet. He'd been passing the time reviewing the notes Dr. Jackson of SG-1 had reported on this laboratory and the Goauld who supposedly ran it back in the day. He had only joined SG-14 four and a half weeks before and was still finding his place on this team. The others were still uncertain of his ability or allegiances considering he was being rehabilitated from working for the rogue NID program. He hoped to prove himself, he wanted to work for the good guys for once like Dr. Jackson had done.
"Find us someplace we can land." The Colonel ordered.
The cargo vessel flew towards the complex of domed building with arched hallways connecting them, here and there dormant factories and smokestacks reached up towards the sparse clouds in the sky. The Tok'ra pointed to a building near the center and a broad flat portion of the roof between two domes. "There, looks like a ring platform."
The cargo ship came to a hover over that platform and began to set down. There was a loud groaning noise, "It doesn't seem stable enough to land on it, let's see if I can let you inside through the rings down there and circle around until you need to be picked up."
"Understood," Colonel Alvarez nodded and turned to his team, "Get in the circle and prepare to work fast people."
Caleb was the first there as the three other members of his new team joined him looking out as the floor opened up and three rings rose up around them there was a flash of light and they were suddenly below inside the complex, in total pitch black darkness, as the rings there rose back up into a circle on the center of whatever room they were in. As the others activated flash lights, Caleb fumbled with his but a little later had his on and casting a finger of light to illuminate walls, columbs and archways that had not been lit for centuries.
"Secure the area," The colonel ordered raising his MP5 at the ready, "See if you can turn on the lights in here."
About twenty meters a head Caleb spotted something standing in the middle of the floor, "There. Looks like a console." He rushed for it eager to do as the Colonel had ordered and prove himself useful to his new teammates. Looking down at it it seemed to consist of an array of blocks with lines in various patterns on each one. "Looks like ancient Cuneiform..." He bit the end of the flashlight so he could use both hands to open his tablet to start translating what each button said it did. He found the button and pressed it, and nothing happened. "Maybe the generator's dead..." He muttered aloud, "...then why did the rings have enough power for us to come down here..." He looked up to their technology expert, "Seems more your kind of thing than mine."