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Outskirts of Ashickal Jonthan Katarn: Ice and I are going into Ashickal to the pub. Wanna join us? Clint Blizzard: Sure! Let me grab my stuff. They gather their things and head into Ashickal. The ride in on their horses and head to the pub. They step off their horses and tie them out front. Snowflake: Leaving me again? Clint: *Rolls his eyes.* We'll be back soon. Snowflake: Let's break this down. You order your meal and find a seat. You wait ten minutes for your meal to be prepared. You eat and drink for nearly thirty minutes, then you talk for an hour. I can't remember my math, tell me how long that is. Clint: Knock it off or you won't get any beer. Snowflake shuts up. They all walk into the pub/inn. Jonathan: Mmm. Something smells good. Cook: Da'd be dat der brunwick stew, I's been cookin'. Clint: Well, sounds good to me. I'll have some. Jonathan: Do you want some, Ice? Ice: Sure. Jonathan: Alright. Two more orders. Cook: An' what ta drink? Ice: Tea. Jonathan: Whiskey. Clint: I'll have the same. Snowflake: Eh-HEM. Clint: And a beer. Jonathan turns and looks at Clint, raising his eyebrow. Clint glances at him. Clint: Snowflake wanted a beer. I had to get her one, or she'd misbehave. Ice: I hope she doesn't rub off on Liam or Bryce. Jonathan: Yeah, that would be bad. Three horses with bad additudes. Clint: Snowflake wants me to tell you she heard that, and is offended. Jonathan: Awww. The poor baby.	Chris Storms 1st In Command of SG&C Mercenary Immortal 9/8/2004 10:18:58 PM Level: 20 Experience: 32580 Total Posts: 1382
RE: Outskirts of Ashickal The bartender pours all of their drinks. The cook ladles stew into three bowls and hurries them to the bar. Jonathan grabs his bowl and tankard and heads for a booth in the corner, which he seems to have taken a liking to. Ice and Clint follow. Jonathan: You're in my booth. Man: I'm sorry, find another one. Jonathan: You're in... MY booth. Man: I know the owner of this booth, and you're not him. Ice: Jon. They sit at a booth next to that one. Where's my beer? Clint: I'll be right back. He takes the tankard of beer outside. He comes back in a minute. The tankard is empty. There's a crackle of thunder, yet it's a perfectly sunny, cloudless day. Behind the pub, a giant, blue blast came from the sky, exploding into the ground. As the dust fades, a circular, stone formation with seven glowing lights can be seen. From the empty center spouts another blue blast, which recedes into a vertical plane of what appears to be opaque water. A man stumbles forth from it, and, with a great noise, the water glows and disappears. He's dressed in a woodland camouflage jacket, pants, and boonie hat, and combat boots. He has a thigh holster filled with an HK Mk23, and a Sig SG-551 rifle hangs at his stomach-level on a generic three-point sling. Man: That was new. A large crowd gathers around the newly arrived man. Surprise, interest, and puzzlement floats through the air. Man: Hi guys. He rests boths hands firmly on his Sig SG-551 rifle. The crowd shifts. Man from the crowd: What in the world was that? Man from the blast: I haven't a clue. Could you get this audience of mine to move? Man from the crowd: Everybody, go back to what you were doing. The crowd disperses. Man from the crowd: Are you a mage? Man from the blast: I don't... think so, but what do I know? According to folks back home, nothing... Man from the crowd: ...Right... What is your name? Man from the blast: Eh-- Kyle. Blizzard. Man from the crowd: I am Jonas Uiras. Kyle: Don't people use conjunctions here? Jonas: *Ignores him.* Come with me to the pub. We will eat, drink, and be merry. Kyle: Uhmm... Okay. Hold on, let me make sure my slag still works. Kyle turns, switches his 551 to auto, and spray fires four rounds into the ground. Jonas jumps and covers his ears. Kyle then removes the magazine and blindly reaches behind himself to his right. Kyle: Josh, mag-- Wait a second. Oh buttmonkeys. He reaches into one of the pockets of his jacket and pulls out four loose rounds of .223. He loads the magazine himself and places it back into the gun. Kyle: Lead the way, el capitan.	Stasis Archer Bio-Shell Archer Banned (Spamming) Immortal 9/8/2004 11:01:02 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 1308
Outskirts of Ashickal Jonas, along with Kyle, arrives at the pub. He pushes open the door and steps inside. Kyle follows. The air is so thick it nearly gags Kyle. He stops for a minute to adjust from the smell of gunpowder to the thick stew-and-beer-laden air. Clint, Jonathan, and Ice look up to see the latest entrants. Clint recognizes the camouflaged man's face as his own brother, but nothing else is familiar. Puzzled, he stands up and makes his way over to the man. Kyle, seeing the robed man walking toward him, turns and prepares himself for anything. Kyle: *Sees Clint's face.* Erm... Clint? When did you get here? Clint: We arrived only a few minutes ago. Kyle: Who's we? Clint points back at the booth he was sitting at. Kyle: Hmm... How did you guys get here before me? When I left, you were there... now you're here..... Eh?!? Clint shoots a confused glance back at Jonathan and Ice. He looks back at Kyle. Clint: What are those strange contraptions you carry? Kyle: ... *Almost laughs.* Uhh... Guns? Clint: What is so humorous? Kyle: You not knowing what these are. Clint: Why would I know? I've never seen anything like them before. Kyle: ... You're scaring me now. Clint: It's been many years since I last saw you. I'm sorry if I am not familiar with the technology from where you've been. Kyle just looks confused. Kyle: Okay... so, you somehow went back in time as well as got here? How did I even get here?! Clint: I do not think you are okay. Come sit with us and have a drink. Kyle: Maybe I'm not. Okay. They go sit down. Kyle takes off the slung SG551 and leans it against the booth. Clint: What do you want me to get you? Kyle: What've they got? Clint: Whiskey, tea, milk, and water. Kyle: Uhm... water. Clint, Ice, and Jonathan exchange odd glances. Clint gets up to order the water. He returns in short order and slides the mug under Kyle's shnozz. Kyle grasps the handle of the mug tightly and looks down into it. He is disgusted at what he finds: brown water sprinkled with dirt and other unpleasantries. He lets go of the mug and looks up again, flashing a big, toothy grin at everybody. Kyle: I think I'll pass. Jonathan: You've something wrong with you, surely. Nobody orders water... 'Tis dang-near undrinkable. Kyle: So I noticed. You all look a bit odd... It's like you're all... older looking or something. Ice seems to take offense. Kyle: Not that I would know you. You're Noelle, right? The trio look confused once more. Ice: No. Kyle: Oh. Uhm... 'Kay. *Looks at Jonathan.* You're Jon, right? Jonathan: Jonathan. Kyle: Wow. Since when did you like being called "Jonathan"? Jonathan: Never have I disliked it. Kyle: Okay, I'm totally weirded out. What happened to you guys? Clint: I think the question is rather what happened to you? And why is it that you speak in such a strange dialect? Kyle just about cracks up. Kyle: Okay. Clearly, y'all are not who I think you are. *Looks at Clint.* Are you not Clint Blizzard? Clint: I am he. Kyle: ... 'Kay. Uhm. *Looks at Jonathan.* Are you not Jon Wieberg? Jonathan: No... I am Jonathan Katarn. Kyle: ... *Grumbles.* If anything, I'd be Katarn... Jonathan: What? Kyle: Nothing. Never mind. Okay. I have y'all mistaken or something. Clint: Wait. Who are you? Kyle: Kyle Blizzard. Clint: He is my brother. He is a bounty hunter and mercenary. Kyle: Sounds about right. Clint: Are you not he? Kyle: I am a Kyle Blizzard. I have a brother named Clint Blizzard... and you ain't him. Good day. Kyle gets up, grabs his rifle, and heads toward the door just as a burly, rowdy bunch bust in. Kyle: Crud monkeys. One of the men grabs the nearest chair--with someone in it no less--and flings it across the room. Kyle ducks under it. Kyle: You're apparently drunk already. Please leave the premises immediately. The man takes a sloppy swing at Kyle with his fist. Kyle avoids it easily. Kyle: Okay. Never mind. Look, if you'll just step aside I'll leave. The man swings again. Kyle dodges once more. Kyle: WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE PLAY NICE?!? WHEN YOU GET ME STARTED, I DON'T PLAY NICE. I WAS WILLING TO GO ON MY WAY AND LEAVE YOU PEOPLES TO DESTROY THE PLACE TO THE BEST OF YOUR ABILITIES, BUT NO YOU GO AND GET ME INVOLVED. Oh, wait. I said something about leaving the premises immediately... Hmm. I appologize. *Shoulders SG551 and aims at the man's head.* NOW MOVE IT, PAL. *He lowers it.* Wait... You people don't seem to know what this is... thus you don't fear it. Great. 'Kay. Uhm... Kyle steps back. The burly bunch just looked so confused that their heads could pop. Clint, Jonathan, and Ice have been observing the whole event. They look almost as confused as the burly bunch. Kyle: I'm just gonna wait here till you guys move, all right? No hurry. I got nowhere to go anypoo... The "leader" of the bunch decides to grab another chair and hurl it at Kyle. He ducks. Kyle: DADGUMMIT!! He grabs a flash grenade from a drop-leg pouch and arms it. He drops it where he is standing and hops behind the bar and covers his ears. It explodes, deafening and blinding almost everybody inside the tavern. He jumps back out from behind the bar, pushes the big guys out of the way while they're rubbing their eyes and runs far away from the bar. After a few seconds, the bunch are able to see somewhat and decide to chase Kyle. Kyle glances behind him and sees the men chasing him. Kyle: Crud. He dashes into a barn for cover. He brings up his rifle and turns to face the men. Kyle: Don't come any closer. They just ignore him. So Kyle decides to fire a warning shot. He takes aim at a cart full of watermelons and blows one up. Some of the fruit splatters on one of the burly men. Kyle: That could be your heads! He thinks Well, not technically. .223 can't do that... but they don't know that. Clint, followed by Jonathan and Ice, rushes outside the pub. Using some magic, he gives all the men a small jolt. They sober up quickly and leave. Kyle steps out of the barn. Kyle: Hooya. Clint: Where are you from--eh--Kyle Blizzard? Kyle: Montana... or Alaska. Wherever I feel like living at the time. Clint glances at Jonathan and Ice as if asking, Where the heck is Montana or Alaska?! They just shrug. Kyle: Don't try to figure it out. I'm obviously not from this world... or dimension, or universe, or whatever. Jonathan: How did you arrive? Kyle: I'm starting to think something out of a TV show... I'm not sure. The trio just hang their heads, and each let out an exasperated sigh.	Tom Fender Member of SG&C Mercenary Not Banned (For conforming.) Immortal 9/8/2004 11:59:32 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 323
RE: Outskirts of Ashickal Ice: Okay, well. What is the last thing you remember, before...arriving? Kyle: Well. I was in the woods, with...those two. (Gestures towards Jonathan and Clint.) We were messing around with this...thing...I think. And, I uhm...Got a little too close. Then I kinda went through this spinny thingy...and poped out here. Clint: Strange. Kyle: Dang right. Jonathan: What year was it, where you were? Kyle: 2004. Ice: My Lord... Kyle: What is it? Clint: It's the year 1286 here. Kyle:	Jonathan Katarn Archer Immortal 9/9/2004 12:24:55 AM Level: 1 Experience: 176 Total Posts: 262
Outskirts of Ashickal Kyle: Okay. So I not only traveled to another dimension... or universe or whatever, but I traveled back through time as well! ... Well, okay. Y'all don't necessarily have the same calendar as where I come from. For all I know, this is the future... but it doesn't really matter, because it keeps runnin'--er... because I'm in another... uh... reality. Jonathan: Does he ever shut up? Clint: I'm beginning to think not. Kyle: Are you sure you guys aren't Jon and Clint trying to be funny? You sound just like 'em. >_> Jonathan: Where is it that you entered our... reality? Kyle: Uhm... *Spins around.* This way. He walks off behind the pub. Clint, Jonathan, and Ice follow. Kyle stops before the circular stone structure. Kyle: Uhm... Right here. Clint, Jonathan, and Ice doink in unison. Clint: What is it? Jonathan: *Shrugs* I've never seen anything like this. Kyle: Hmm... Yup. Definitely a-- He loses track of what he was saying due to the portal activating once again. The opaque water-like substance that makes up the portal stirs. After some splashing about, three more people appear; all equipped similarly to Kyle. Kyle seems to recognize them. Kyle: Welcome... to the real world. Clint: Dey you is, foo. We ain't seen joo 'round da burger world lately. Wey joo been?? Kyle: Oh, you know... around. Clint: You ain't down wit us no mo', homie. You ain't fat-- Jon: All right. Enough. *Rolls eyes. He proceeds to survey the immediate area. His eyes lock on Clint, Jonathan, and Ice standing nearby looking dumbfounded.* Clint. *Points.* Clint: What? *Follows his finger to the three.* Wow. Kyle: *Looks at them as well.* What? Jon: Kyle... Those are our characters. Kyle: ... HUH?!? *Makes a really ugly face.* Clint: You know that story he was writing? The medieval-ish one where it had characters based on us, and we were wizards and stuff? Kyle: Uh... Oh, yeah. That. Kyle stands there. He doinks after a second. Kyle: I thought something was familiar about all this. Suddenly a voice cries out from somewhere in town, "RAIDERS!!!" The church bell starts ringing. Jonathan, Ice, and Clint promptly turn and run back to the front of the tavern. Kyle looks at his crew. Kyle: Should we go help? Clint: *Pulls miniguns off back.* Sure. Everybody else nods. They run to the front side of the bar as well. Clint: *To his mage counterpart.* What are we up against? *Glances at miniguns.* Not that anything would really be a problem. Clint: Well, if it's the same party as always, about a hundred or so. Clint: *Grasps miniguns firmly.* Bring it on. Some of the raiders finally get near the bar. Josh: H.R. PUFF & STUFF... ASSEMBLE! The team from the other world open up with all their firearms and obliterate the raiders before Clint, Jonathan, or Ice have a chance to do anything. Kyle: Okay, that was good. But let's watch our backgrounds next time. Kyle nods his head toward things beyond the now-dead raiders. Carts and vendor stands are full of holes and falling apart. Chunks of various fruits are all over the ground and buildings. Jonathan (Sarcastically): Excellent work. The group runs up ahead to find more raiders. Some have set fire to several buildings. They are indiscriminately slaying everything they can. Clint: Do they do this often? Clint: Not particularly. Jonathan: Let us take care of this before you kill innocents. Using their magic, they take down a pack of the raiders. Kyle: Hmmph. Kyle switches his 551 to semi-auto and makes precise shots on various raiders. The others, beside Clint, follow suit. Clint pulls out his Glock 19 and joins in.	Tom Fender Member of SG&C Mercenary Not Banned (For conforming.) Immortal 9/9/2004 1:06:11 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 323
RE: Outskirts of Ashickal Through the gunfire, screams, and crackling flames, the activation of the transportation device can't be heard. The water swirls in and the blue vortex spouts from it again, then recedes. The opaque water ripples gently. A mechanical squeeling begins as a small, six-wheeled vehicle rolls through slowly. It stops and the camera observes the situation. --Cheyenne mountain complex, Colorado-- Five people observe a monitor screen which the six-wheeled vehicle's camera is relaying video to. Major Samantha Carter: Where, there's definitely some kind of fighting going on there. Colonel Jack O'Neill: Request permission to check it out, sir. General George Hammond: Granted. The team of four walks into the portal and out into Ashickal. They hear the gunfire and see the smoke rising a few hundred feet away and hurry toward it, keeping cover until they can assess the situation. Jack leans out from behind a small wooden building with his binoculars. Jack: Guys with guns... fighting guys with swords. WHOA! A stray fireball hits the wall next to him, lighting the building. Jonathan: Ice, could you fix that for me? Ice: Sure thing. She turns and holds out her hand. The fire fizzles out and the wall becomes wet. Jack: What the heck was that? Sam: I don't know, sir. They could be using Goa'uld technology. The gunfire abruptly stops. Clint: KNOCK IT OFF, BUTTHEADS! THIS IS BULLSLAG! ARRRGGHHH!!! The remaining raiders flee after realizing they can't possibly win this battle. Jack throws a glance back at the rest of his team. Dr. Daniel Jackson: Well, let's... go see what happened. Jack: ...Lead the way. Daniel walks out into the open. Daniel: Hello! Clint, Clint, Kyle, Jonathan, Jon, Josh, and Ice turn around. Jon and Earth Clint's jaws drop to the ground. Earth Clint: Michael Shanks! Daniel blinks a lot. Daniel: I'm... I'm not Michael Shanks. Teal'c raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to the side. Jon: You've got to be ____ing me. Earth Clint: So, then... Dr. Daniel Jackson! Daniel looks very confused. Daniel: Yes, that's me... Uhh... How do you know who I am? Earth Clint: Let's leave that for later. Is the rest of SG-1 here? Daniel turns. Daniel: Come on, guys. Teal'c, Sam, and Jack walk up next to Daniel. Daniel: This is Teal'c, Major Samantha Carter-- Jon: We know who they are, actually. Teal'c's eyebrow remains raised. There's a long pause. Daniel: ...Okay. So-- Jack: What was goin' on here? We heard gunfire and there was a big ol' fire over here. Jonathan: I believe I can answer that. Raiders frequently come to this town and... raid. They loot anything they can and destroy what they can't take. Ice: Like buildings. Sam: We saw that fireball and then you froze it. How did you do that? Jonathan: We are wizards, or magi. We've spent many years learning magic. Jack: ...Magic. Jonathan: Yes. Jack: That's... different. Jonathan and Ice look confused. Earth Clint: Well, you might not believe it, but you're not in your own universe, SG-1. I know. The Stargate is only supposed to be able to travel through your plane of reality and the dimensional mirror thing was destroyed, but-- Sam: WAIT. You can't know all of this... What's going on? Earth Clint: I'm getting to that. I'm not from EITHER of your realities. In my reality, you guys are part of a television show called Stargate SG-1. I know pretty much everything that goes on in the SGC. Sam: Well, that does explain magic and how you know so much about us. Earth Clint crosses his arms and looks content. Jack: So... Okay... Right. Sam: We should find out how the Stargate transported us to a different reality and see if we can actually get back. SG-1 turns back in the direction of the Stargate and hear a loud explosion. A blue beam shoots up into the sky from where the Stargate was. They break into a dead run back to the Stargate's location only to find a dark crater. Jack: I've come to expect this of my job.	Stasis Archer Bio-Shell Archer Banned (Spamming) Immortal 11/14/2004 4:36:13 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 1308
RE: Outskirts of Ashickal Kyle scans the horizon. He looks at the group. Kyle: This is really lame. He turns and runs into the forest.	Tom Fender Member of SG&C Mercenary Not Banned (For conforming.) Immortal 11/14/2004 4:41:22 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 323
RE: Outskirts of Ashickal Earth Clint: Wait--what--where are you going?!! *Turns.* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Josh: *Screams with Clint.* Jonathan and Ice look very confused. The two weirdos stop screaming. SG-1 stands around the crater, dumbfounded. Sam: It's just... gone. Daniel: It looked like it shot up into the sky... Maybe it's somewhere else. Teal'c: On another planet? Sam: But we don't have a ship. Daniel: Maybe... Maybe those people can help us. Clint, Josh, and Jon walk up to them. Daniel: We need a favor-- Clint: I need a favor. Teal'c cocks his head and raises his eyebrow as usual. Clint: I want a Zat. Silence. Clint: I'll pay you money. Sam: We can't sell military equipment. Clint: Well dang. Can I borrow one? Silence. Jack: We don't have extra, and you have one heck of a gun yourself. Clint: Well, crud. Jon: ...Clint. You and me made this world. Jon smiles. Clint: ...Ooooooohhhhhhh... riiiiiiight... Clint suddenly has a Zatn'kitel in his hand. Sam: ...How did you do that? Clint: I decided I had one. Sam blinks a lot. Clint turns to Jon and, without warning, shoots him. Jon convulses and falls to the ground. SG-1 raises their P90s (Teal'c his staff weapon) and aims at Clint. Jack: What was that about?! Clint shrugs. Clint: I was testing it! He closes the Zat and snaps his fingers next to Jon's head. Clint: Wake up, you economic girly man. Jon does. Jon: Remind me to murder you later. Clint: Okay. Teal'c cocks his head and raises his eyebrow. Clint: Daniel: We need a favor. Clint: Shoot. Daniel: Can you do like you did to get that Zatn'kitel and make us a spaceship? Clint: ... Silence. Daniel blinks a lot. Teal'c turns around. Teal'c: Daniel Jackson. Look. Daniel turns around and jumps when he sees the large shuttle behind them. Daniel: Okay... thanks... Clint: Sure thing. Why do you need it? Teal'c: We have reason to believe that the Stargate has been transported to another location. Clint: Well, yeah... Obviously. You think it's on another planet? Teal'c: That is correct. Clint: Then we're coming with you. Clint grabs his walkie-talkie and presses PTT. Clint: Kyle, get your butt back here. We're leaving. There's a long pause, then they can hear that Kyle's PTT has been pressed and instantly can hear gunfire. Kyle: A little assistance would be appreciated. Clint: Well crud. Let's get moving. Josh, Jon, and Clint break into a dead run for the forest. After figuring out what's going on, SG-1 follows. Josh takes his M16 off safe, Jon his AK-47, and Clint grabs his minigun. They follow the sound of gunfire and find their way into a clearing. Twenty Jaffa are firing on Kyle, who's taking cover behind a large rock, firing blindly. Clint: Jaffa? They all open fire, cutting down the Jaffa in a matter of minutes, Clint's M134 doing most of the work. When there are only three left, Clint takes out his Zat'ni'kitel and shoots the remaining Jaffa. Kyle: Uhh... Thanks, guys. SG-1 arrives and sees the Jaffa bodies and burning staff weapon damage. Jack: ...Woo-ow. Teal'c: Jaffa. Jack: Thank you, Teal'c. Sam: How did they get here? Daniel: The Stargate could've been here for a while before we got here. Sam: Yeah, but how did they get the address? Jack: How did WE get the address? Clint: THERE ARE NO PLOTHOLES!! Anyway, could somebody help me carry these guys? I zatted 'em for a reason. Clint attempts to lift one of them by himself, but between the body weight and armor, he can't. Teal'c slings one over his shoulder, Jon and Kyle lift another, and Jack and Daniel lift the third. They all trek back to town. Later, inside the shuttle... The Jaffa have been tied up in a corner, still unconscious. Daniel: Shouldn't we, uhh, go see if there are more Jaffa out there? Clint: Probably. What I don't understand, though, is if they came through the same gate we all did, why weren't there some in town? Why didn't they take control of it? Nobody knows what to say. Clint: So, either they were here already or... I don't know. Jon: They couldn't have been here already. We made this universe. Clint: Yeah... One of the Jaffa in the corner begins to stir. Clint raises his Zat and covers him with the muzzle. Jaffa: Shol'vah! Clint: Is that all you can say when you see him? Jeez. Shut up, moron. I have a few questions for you. How did you get here? Jaffa: I will tell you nothing. Clint: Are these two your friends? The Jaffa says nothing. Clint: Would you have them die before giving up information? I have the gun here. The Jaffa glares at him. Jaffa: You would not do such a thing to obtain the information you seek. Clint: I wouldn't? Wanna find out? Jack: If you did that, you wouldn't be much better than them. Clint: Oh, spare me. Jon raises an eyebrow. Clint: Speak up, buttface! Nothing. Clint: Fine. I was bluffing. Clint zats one of the unconscious Jaffa again, killing him. SG-1 looks somewhat shocked. Clint: But I'm not now. Talk, or he gets it, too. Jaffa: ...Very well... Our Alkesh landed-- Daniel: Alkesh? You have ships here? Jaffa: ...Yes. Do not interrupt me again. Our Alkesh landed some twenty kilometers from here. This village was seen from orbit and we were sent to take control of it. Jon: Right, we only made a few villages, and this is one of the biggest. Clint: Optimum Goa'uld slave world. I assume your Alkesh came from a Hatak. Who is your god? The Jaffa looks around nervously. Clint: Who's your god?! Jaffa: Baal. Clint: Oh slag. Baal? Jaffa: That is what I said. Clint: Is he here? Jaffa: In orbit, yes. Clint: Baal himself... great. Jaffa: We have not reported to him in some time. He will send more Jaffa. Clint: I figured as much. The other Jaffa wakes up. Jaffa: Shol'vah! Clint chuckles. Clint: Well, somebody help me get this guy out to the sarcophagus. Sam: Sarcophagus? Clint: Yeah, I made a sarcophagus outside so I could bring this guy back to life. Yeah, I know, we just killed twenty other guys, but it doesn't sit right with me to kill him just to get some information. The Jaffa looks betrayed. Clint and Jon carry the dead man outside and set him in the sarcophagus.	Stasis Archer Bio-Shell Archer Banned (Spamming) Immortal 11/18/2004 1:58:54 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 1308
RE: Outskirts of Ashickal Kyle: *Scratches his head.* Why don't you just snap your fingers to bring him back to life? Why don't you snap your fingers to get the stargate back? Clint: It makes slag too easy; shut up. Kyle: This is bull. I'm gonna go mosey about. *Exits, stage right.*	Tom Fender Member of SG&C Mercenary Not Banned (For conforming.) Immortal 3/9/2005 3:56:48 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 323
RE: Outskirts of Ashickal Clint: It has to do with the fact that some of these things aren't our doing. These Jaffa weren't originally in this universe, so I can't affect them by just WANTING something like I can with other stuff.	Stasis Archer Bio-Shell Archer Banned (Spamming) Immortal 3/9/2005 3:57:42 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 1308

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