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paradisa2012-07-03 12:52 pm
macgyverd_it) wrote in paradisa2012-07-03 12:52 pm
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1st Event Horizon
I'm ready.
[Sam leaned across the console to call back the others. In a few more moments she'd find out if this had actually worked. If so they would all, save Teal'C, reclaim the last fifty years; if not, well no one would be around to blame her.]
Do it, Sam.
[Cam Mitchell gave her the nod, and she signaled to the Jaffa the it was time. Teal'C enclosed himself in the stasis field, and Carter pushed the switch across the Asgard console, engaging the device. Light flashed and the ship hurled itself back in time, Teal'C stepped up to change the course of the Odyssey before the Ori blast could endanger them once again, avoiding the same happening, except Samantha Carter was nowhere to be seen.]
Did it work?
[Sam looked around her, this was not the bridge of the Odyssey. She wasn't anywhere she recognized. It sort of looked like something on the worlds they had been to where the Ancients had left great old edifices. However, that was more Daniel's area than hers; she didn't identify things; she made them work. Sam Carter was the engineering brain of the unit, and at that moment she was without the unit. She was cut off and separated from the rest of SG-1, and she didn't even have a weapon on her.]
Ok, time to get a look around.
[She wasted no time in surveying her surroundings...what was this? She was laying on a bed, and on a table beside the bed was a small journal, which seemed to be writing out her words and actions automatically].
Ok, I've been...booked. Now how about the whole releasing me to the wild thing.
[Normally, General O'Neill or Cam made the jokes; but in a pinch she had a few zingers, given her situation, she would call this a pinch. She was alone and would have to assume she was likely going to be tracked and monitored, best not to mess with things just yet, until she understood her situation. Sam shuddered with sudden flashbacks to late-night movies where people were hunted for sport. She shook her head. Pull it together Carter. You're a Lieutenant Colonel in the Air Force for god's sake. She shook off the willies and picked up the book she'd been looking at before getting distracted. It was a small hardbound journal nothing too out of the ordinary about it.
This was it; she really couldn't stay in this room for any longer. The others were probably around and finding them was her first priority; everything else could wait. Sam pressed the open com button on her radio to send out the call. The others would respond; they could regroup and then figure out just what the hell she'd done wrong.]
This is Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter with the United States Air Force, other personal military please respond.
[Well here was hoping. While she waited, Sam walked out of the room and started down the hall of what seemed to be an enormous and very solid structure.
Just where the hell was she?]
(Italics occur before the drop into Paradisa)
[Sam leaned across the console to call back the others. In a few more moments she'd find out if this had actually worked. If so they would all, save Teal'C, reclaim the last fifty years; if not, well no one would be around to blame her.]
Do it, Sam.
[Cam Mitchell gave her the nod, and she signaled to the Jaffa the it was time. Teal'C enclosed himself in the stasis field, and Carter pushed the switch across the Asgard console, engaging the device. Light flashed and the ship hurled itself back in time, Teal'C stepped up to change the course of the Odyssey before the Ori blast could endanger them once again, avoiding the same happening, except Samantha Carter was nowhere to be seen.]
Did it work?
[Sam looked around her, this was not the bridge of the Odyssey. She wasn't anywhere she recognized. It sort of looked like something on the worlds they had been to where the Ancients had left great old edifices. However, that was more Daniel's area than hers; she didn't identify things; she made them work. Sam Carter was the engineering brain of the unit, and at that moment she was without the unit. She was cut off and separated from the rest of SG-1, and she didn't even have a weapon on her.]
Ok, time to get a look around.
[She wasted no time in surveying her surroundings...what was this? She was laying on a bed, and on a table beside the bed was a small journal, which seemed to be writing out her words and actions automatically].
Ok, I've been...booked. Now how about the whole releasing me to the wild thing.
[Normally, General O'Neill or Cam made the jokes; but in a pinch she had a few zingers, given her situation, she would call this a pinch. She was alone and would have to assume she was likely going to be tracked and monitored, best not to mess with things just yet, until she understood her situation. Sam shuddered with sudden flashbacks to late-night movies where people were hunted for sport. She shook her head. Pull it together Carter. You're a Lieutenant Colonel in the Air Force for god's sake. She shook off the willies and picked up the book she'd been looking at before getting distracted. It was a small hardbound journal nothing too out of the ordinary about it.
This was it; she really couldn't stay in this room for any longer. The others were probably around and finding them was her first priority; everything else could wait. Sam pressed the open com button on her radio to send out the call. The others would respond; they could regroup and then figure out just what the hell she'd done wrong.]
This is Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter with the United States Air Force, other personal military please respond.
[Well here was hoping. While she waited, Sam walked out of the room and started down the hall of what seemed to be an enormous and very solid structure.
Just where the hell was she?]
(Italics occur before the drop into Paradisa)
Radio!
Sam? Is that you?
Radio
[She didn't recognize the voice, but apparently they knew her.]
Radio
Radio
I'm in a hallway, upper floor of some..large structure. I see a large set of stairs ahead looks like they head down to an open room, lobby of some sort.
[Which was exactly where she was headed.]
Radio
[He'll start heading down now, meanwhile he's got his journal in his lap, a headset on to continue radio contact, and a Metal Gear Mark II following close behind him.]
Radio
Action!
Huh, I'll be damned, it really is you, isn't it? Guess what they say about people leaving and coming back sometimes is true.
Uhh..anyway, I'm Dr. Emmerich, but you can just call me Huey. You're in a place called Paradisa. It's...sort of a pocket dimension, of sorts, where people from all times and places are sent for...well...we don't really know why we're here. Anyway, something's taken from us, like a memory or a skill, and in return we can ask the castle for most anything we want. The bad part is that we can't leave willingly. The castle just sorta..."sends" us home when it's done with us. The last time you were here, you theorized that the castle isn't "magical" at all, but was instead governed by some sort of advanced form of technology.
[His ramble done, he gestures to his little robot buddy, who's looking at Sam curiously.]
This is Metal Gear Mark II. It's one of the things I've invented since coming here.
Action
I was here before?
[Sam takes a moment to absorb what she's been told. Pocket dimension, ok she can grasp that. People being drawn in for unknown purposes, not unlike Goa'uld tactics. Missing memory..that would explain the strange feeling from earlier.
Oh, and magic, of course. She had heard that song and dance many times. It had never proven to be true.]
Magic is merely science that has yet to be realized or explained.
[Her attention was quickly turned to the robot, Sam stepped closer to inspect it.] How did you get it to balance? The gyros alone should make the chassis too big too support itself. The weight distribution, power source...
[she began to circle it mentally pulling the thing apart.]
Action
[And he chuckles.]
Heh. You said that last time, too. I'm still working on researching this place myself, but Paradisa...has some sort of intelligence all it's own, that keeps people from digging too deep.
[He smiles even bigger, the Mark II being his pride and joy.]
Well, the balance was easy enough to figure out. It's built from lightweight composite plastics lined with kevlar, and the metal parts are all built from titanium alloy. My specialty at MIT was ambulatory programs, specifically bipedal locomotion, so it just came down to examining how human balance works, both in standing still and walking, and making it work on a smaller scale. Mark II? Show Sam your trick, please.
[The little robot look up at Huey and nods it's little camera pod head, before spinning around in a circle, seeming to lose it's balance and hop on one leg, it's video screen sticking out and waving to balance it. Once it regains it's balance, a snakelike manipulator arm extends from the side, and puts it's "hand" to it's "brow" in a salute.]
For a power source, I gave it self-renewing NiCAD batteries, that regain their charge from the Mark II's own movement. It's still got a pretty limited range, but it's engineered to use as little power as possible
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Action
Re: Action
Action
Action
Radio
And one that had recently been absent from the castle for some time...]
Colonel Carter?
[Hesitant at first, before continuing, clearing his throat.]
Colonel Carter, this is Dr. Carson Beckett. Are you okay?
Radio
Sam frowned, she knew there was something missing in her recall, like something had come and scooped out her memory. She'd have to figure that out later. For now there was someone she knew. She needed to make contact.]
Dr Beckett, are you alright? Have you seen Teal'C, Cam, Vala or Daniel? What is your location? I'll come to you.
Radio
[And a pause here. She sounded a little lost. Mentioning Dr. Jackson, Colonel Mitchell and the others...]
Colonel, what's the last thing you remember?
Radio
I'm not normally one to debate philosophy, but...am I dead?
Radio
Oh dear. Okay, I can prove you're not dead, but explaining where you are might take a wee while. I think it might be easier if I come to you. Can you describe where you are?
Radio
[Not dead, ok she could work with that. This place didn't have the marks of System Lords, replicators or Ori; which meant it was either an entirely new sort of enemy or a culture they haven't seen before. Daniel should be here.]
Radio
[And Carson's just going to be grabbing his stuff to be heading down to the lobby. His Life-Signs Detector, Medical Scanner attachment and a first aid kit.]
Radio
[She could stay put if it meant getting the run down of this place and what was going on, especially from someone she knew. Thought that nagging feeling that she wasn't realizing all she knew would not go away.]
Action
Action
Action forever~
Action (SGC party over heeeerreeeeee)
Re: Action (SGC party over heeeerreeeeee)
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[Radio]
[Now it was like it never had happened.]
Hey.
[He cleared his throat]
It's General O'Neill.
[Radio]
[He'd be able to hear her snap to attention with that response.]
Sir, is this really what I'm hearing it is? Some sort of pocket dimension with a castle?
[His voice, of all she could have heard, she heard him. She felt a bit better for it.]
[Radio]
[There was a pause]
And where are you? I'm coming to meet you.
[Radio]
[Sam took a moment to check the supplies she cam back with, and in her satchel was an IDC transponder.]
Yes, I have it, and it looks in perfect working order.
[She stood and turned on her heel.]
Lobby of a large structure, looks like marble floors and..well I think it honestly is a castle, Sir.
[And now, in person?]
Well, all we need is a gate and we can get the hell out of here.
[At her telling him the location, the radio goes silent for about thirty seconds, and then he appeared at the top of the stairs, coming down slowly. He waved at her, in the little way he had]
And it is. It's a big ol' castle. Big ol' magic castle. [The word 'magic' said in a way that indicates that he hates it, and knows she will, too.]
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That would make it easier, Sir. Is there a Gate here?
[She frowned at his use of the word magic, neither of them were believers of that sort of nonsense.]
I'm sure there's a logical, scientific rationale behind it, Sir. I just need to see how things work here and I'm sure I can figure something out.
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Noooo, no gate. You were trying to make one, last...time...
[At her second statement he winced, holding the bridge of his nose]
Wow, you have no idea the levels of deja vu I'm having right now.
[He paused, looking her over. Right, all limbs appeared to be there...a hand reached out, prodding her in the shoulder, gently.]
Sorry, just making sure. Kinda not sure on the 'real' thing right now.
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[Ok tall order there, of course she'd helped Orin, a little, make one. But wow. Sam ran a hand back through her hair as she thought about that.]
Sorry Sir, I guess even alternate me's are still me. Or maybe I'm the alternate. Ok, that's really a whole new level I don't want to think about right now.
[She rocked slightly with the prodding and gave him a raised brow.]
If I'm a robot me I should run out of power within a few hours, I think a replicator me would know but might not tell you if it wasn't me. I think we'll both just have to watch how things go with this one.
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