~~~ Start the sim already~~~

LtCJoeASA: (sim!)
BossManAlfa ASA:((Oh right ya'll would have at least been given a name for my char. He's Antronus))
LtCJoeASA: ::matt is there, and is once again admiring his sword:: Ho, hum...what new technology shall we uncover today...::in a monotone, yet exicted voice::
VZidaneV: ((::quietly observes:: :X ))
BossManAlfa ASA:::stands quietly in full battle armor, armed to the teeth, and with a very large pack:: Lets go. This elevator should be inside that shed...
Bobius411: ::Sitting somewhere away from the group, holding his staff and listening::
LtCJoeASA: A shed? Leave it to the US Military to be obvious...
geORGeypORGeYasa: ::laughs:: Amen to that.
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt follows along, whistling softly, excited to explore another world, blah, blah, da::
BossManAlfa ASA:::wanders to shed, is stopped by MP. Grins at MP and hands him a piece of paper with orders from the Chairman Joint Chiefs that the rag tag group gets to go through the gate::
LtCJoeASA: Yeah, we've got clearance. So show us the goods. ^^
BossManAlfa ASA:*Ha. The Empire goes where it pleases. Silly little At'Ten.*
Bobius411: ::Justane stands and follows... he glares at the MP officer::
Bobius411: ::Through that creepy-ass mask as allways::
Guard: ::leads the group to the elevator:: SG-1 will meet you when the elevator reaches the bottom.
BossManAlfa ASA:G: No masks in the facility, please.
BossManAlfa ASA:((::is required by law to screw with you all::-))
Bobius411: ::Growls, tensing his muscles and looking imposing::
LtCJoeASA: (lol.)
LtCJoeASA: He gets to keep the mask.
LtCJoeASA: Atlantien provision.
LtCJoeASA: He won't be able to live in this atmosphere without it.
Guard: ::is too stupid to be afraid:: What? Hmpf. The Colonel will take care of it. Go on.
Bobius411: Plus... if you see my face, I'll kill you.
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt doesn't like having to excuse Justane, but he does so anyway..::
BossManAlfa ASA:::points to elevator, which has two options, G and SG::
Bobius411: ::He follows the group, squatting in a corner of the elevator::
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt takes a look at it:: I'm assuming we're headed to SG level?
BossManAlfa ASA:::Antronus just wanders past the idiot gaurd and goes into the elevator:: Lets just ignore this idiot. ::hits the SG button, since they are on the G level::
BossManAlfa ASA:Well, yeah, since the little indicator on the outside says G.
LtCJoeASA: Guess so...::Matt yawns, and prepares for a bullet train ride down::
geORGeypORGeYasa: ::leans on the wall of the elevator:: Just press shit, well get where were going eventually
Bobius411: ::Holds the staff vertically::

~~The group drops to the Sub-Ground/StarGate level where they are met by Sam Carter, Col. O'Niel, Daniel Jackson, and Teal'C~~

LtCJoeASA: [Aren't these guys nice and cuddly...well, maybe the chick...]
LtCJoeASA: Hey, and how y'doing. We're going to be your tour guests today. ::Matt winks::
Bobius411: ::Justane walks out behind everyone else, remaining silent::
Bobius411: ::Always a step or two behind everyone, looking about silently::
VZidaneV: ((I know little of SG....except that Teal'C is the man.))
BossManAlfa ASA: ::antronus takes one look and the major and smiles:: Antronus illho Nich sa-illho Nich. Servant of the Comrati. ::bows slightly to her::
Bobius411: ((I've forgotten basically everything I've seen...))
BossManAlfa ASA:((He's a big ass jaffa :P Sam is a hot blonde, o'niell is attractive as men go (Rico would like him), daniel jackson is a mousey archeologist/anthropologist))
Bobius411: ((O'Niel was the dude in the funny hat, no?))
LtCJoeASA: (Teal'C is god, Sam is a hottie. O'Neill is a sarcastic fuck, and Jackson's dead..)
Bobius411: ((The... beret thing.))
BossManAlfa ASA:((probably...))
LtCJoeASA: So, uh, which way are we going?
Bobius411: ::Cracks his knuckles, 6 loud pops in succession, and after a little more effort, two more::
LtCJoeASA: (::is going to try to emulate O'Neill with Matt as much as possible)
O'Niell: ::arches an eyebrow:: Right, follow us, we'll explain our procedures to you, and please. ::Winces:: don't crack your knuckles.
Bobius411: Make me....
O'Niell: ::Sam looks somewhat lost at Antronus's introduction:: Umm, a pleasure? *wierd. But what they, they say.*
Bobius411: ::Justane glares at him through the mask... he seems somewhat angry, for some unknown reason::
LtCJoeASA: Now, now, Justane, calm down. I'm sure there's going to be plenty of alien scum to kick the fuck out of soon enough.
O'Niell: Look, You're justane right? I said please. That means it's a request. I just hate that sound. Gives me the creeps.
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt follows O'Neill, after his snide comment::
Bobius411: ((...Isn't O Neil the big guy?))
LtCJoeASA: (no, that's teal'c)
BossManAlfa ASA:((no, big black guy is Teal'C))
LtCJoeASA: (O'Neill's the leader)
LtCJoeASA: (Sarcastic wit...Richard Dean Anderson..)
Bobius411: ((No, the big white guy who was the leader... asshole dude.))
BossManAlfa ASA:((O'Niell.))
LtCJoeASA: (O'Neill r0xx0rs)
BossManAlfa ASA:((Carter :-) ))
VZidaneV: ((Is that show still around?))
BossManAlfa ASA:((Sci Fi Channel, d00d))
Bobius411: ::Grumbles a little, holding his staff::
Bobius411: ::There's still a dark red stain on one of the weights::
LtCJoeASA: (::grumbles about the cancellation of Farscape..::-)
O'Niell: Alright, SG-1 will be accompanying you on this, because, well, we can't give you the dial-home code, incase the wrong people get it.
O'Niell: ::knows that is NOT going to go over well::
VZidaneV: ((::revels in still having his entire DS9 collection. Farscape be damned!::
LtCJoeASA: Well, I guess that's one time the government's thinking with its head. Except, you know, not.
VZidaneV: *))
BossManAlfa ASA:((w00t!))
LtCJoeASA: (Hehe)
BossManAlfa ASA:::the joke is lost on Antronus, but o'niell and carter chuckle quietly::
Bobius411: ::He doesn't even notice... there's probably a few more because he hasn't really cleaned it... ever::
Carter: So, you guys used to be americans?
BossManAlfa ASA:Who should I give the coordinates to?
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt smiles, and nods:: Yeah, we were living in the Chicago area.
Carter: ::Sam points to a Stargate technician, antronus wanders over and begins talking to him through the translator::
LtCJoeASA: Then all of a sudden, I've got this whole laundry list of running a nation on my shoulders.
O'Niell: So how the hell did that happen?
Bobius411: ::Grumbles a little::
LtCJoeASA: Damned if I really know.
Bobius411: ((These translators... what are they?))
Bobius411: ((I've forgotten how they were described, if at all.))
BossManAlfa ASA:::Antronus returns:: Through the Great Prophets mechanations.
BossManAlfa ASA:((small gadgets, hand-holdable. they just work...))
Bobius411: ::Still looking about, holding his staff in one hand::
Bobius411: ::Justane pockets his::
LtCJoeASA: So, we haven't formally introduced ourselves, have we?
BossManAlfa ASA:((they have to learn the new languages by listening to them be spoken, English was added into the database before the first colony was unfrozen))
Bobius411: He seems to know at least one of us well enough...
Bobius411: ::the "He" is O'Neil, of course::
Teal'C: We have been briefed MattSlagel.
Bobius411: ::Justane doesn't speak english, so this is in Atlantien::
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt chuckles:: To be briefed is not the be introduced.
LtCJoeASA: *to be
BossManAlfa ASA:((right, it automatically does it, you don;t even hear the original version unless you set it to do that))
O'Niell: That requires beer. I'm more concerned about what's going to be waiting for us on the other side of this gate. Our MALP scans showed it to be a totally dead world.
Bobius411: ::Listening but no longer responding::
BossManAlfa ASA:((note to self, update player page))
LtCJoeASA: A dead world doesn't mean that there's nothing there.
LtCJoeASA: We didn't know that the Atlantien colonies were here until we stumbled in and awakened them.
Carter: Umm, yes, it does. It means there are no signs of civilizations, or even animal life.
Carter: Even past life...
VZidaneV: ((What are Atlantiens?))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((humanoid. stronger, faster than humans. they live to be 1000yrs old.. some Atlantiens believe they are superior to humans, some believe humanity is the 'hope of the universe'))
O'Niell: How can you not know this stuff is there? I saw the briefing on what we were supposed to find when we take you people through.
VZidaneV: ((::nods::-))
VZidaneV: (... dodnt mean for that bastard smiley)
Bobius411: ::De-pockets translator:: We'll handle it...
LtCJoeASA: This stuff is far beyond what regular humans know to exist, Colonel.
Bobius411: Just make this piece of... ::looking at it:: junk... work.
LtCJoeASA: It took me months of intense study just to try to be able to absorb their new technologies.
Carter: ::bristles, noticabley, Atronus frowns:: Anyone who holds your ride home shouldn't be pissed off.
BossManAlfa ASA:Don't insult their toys.
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt shrugs:: So, how much further to the gate room?
BossManAlfa ASA:::antronus looks to Matt:: General, shall I request they open the gate?
LtCJoeASA: (ooh, we're already there, good psychic abilities)
BossManAlfa ASA:((hehe))
LtCJoeASA: Yes, please, Antronus.
Bobius411: ::Justane decides to button up again, now that things are proceeding::
O'Niell: ::looks slightly irked but keeps his mouth shut, as the realllllllly tall guy (Antronus) speaks to the technician, the gate slowly spins to life::
BossManAlfa ASA:::event horizon wooshes open blah blah blah::
LtCJoeASA: So, how many planets have you government guys been to?
O'Niell: ::cuts carter off:: The exact numbers are classified, but more than 100.
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt laughs:: Everything's classified with you guys...
O'Niell: There will be a few seconds of total cold as we go through the gate, then, this planet is rather desert like, so you'll all get to warm up.
LtCJoeASA: Joy. Pure and utter joy. Let's go, guys.
Bobius411: ::Puts the translator in the back pocket of those ratty jeans and makes his way to the gate... He pokes the watery gate-surface with his staff::
Teal'C: Not everything. For example...
Carter & Teal'C::::Carter and Teal'C pass through the gate first, disappearing from the room::
Bobius411: ::Shrugs and follows::
O'Niell: Dr. Jackson and I will follow you guys through.
geORGeypORGeYasa: ::walks through very non-chalantly::
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt smirks:: Okay, okay. ::Matt steps through the odd liquidy air, and enjoys the ride of his fucking life!::
BossManAlfa ASA:::antronus walks through the gate calmly, but arrives on the other side with a faint grin::
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt laughs:: Damn, that was fun...
Bobius411: ::Finds himself accross the gate quickly enough::
BossManAlfa ASA:((Ha! Now Antronus fades away and I take over SG1 and Vin!))
LtCJoeASA: (LOL!)
Bobius411: ((...))
Bobius411: ((You can't just borrow mux's character like that.))
O'Niell: I would be most interested in observing how they make this colony appear, colonel.
BossManAlfa ASA:((yeah, I can, as the CO, see, sim = not RP))
BossManAlfa ASA:((don't worry I won't develope it, I just need him to do certain tasks))
geORGeypORGeYasa: ((lol, you have such a way with words))
LtCJoeASA: (I could say it better)
BossManAlfa ASA:((Blah. me not speak english))
LtCJoeASA: (Sim CO = god. no questions asked. you ask, you die. simple.)
Bobius411: ::Stands around, behind everyone else::
VZidaneV: ((lol))
BossManAlfa ASA:((me like joe))
LtCJoeASA: (^_^ I've dealt with that question too many times)
BossManAlfa ASA:::vin consults and map, says something vin-ish and leads the group towards some point on his map of this world::
O'Niell: Sir, the technology must be stagering, it would be worth following.
LtCJoeASA: Well, looks like Vin knows where we're going. Let's follow.
Bobius411: ::Follows at a distance of two or three steps behind the last person in the party::
SG-1: ::SG-1 consults for a moment and O'Niell reluctantly authorizes that hte group follow the Atlantiens::
VZidaneV: ((Brb. Must search for some form of edibles))
BossManAlfa ASA:::so, a while later, they reach some point that Vin thinks is the point he needs, he goes all tranced-out and medidative::
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt yawns:: Now comes the fun part.
LtCJoeASA: We stand guard around Vin until he comes to some sort of enlightenment.
BossManAlfa ASA:::Vin instructs joe to draw the brother sword::
LtCJoeASA: Like this. ::MATT draws the Brother Sword...dammit!::
BossManAlfa ASA:(((eeeeek! sorry!))
LtCJoeASA: (Never fail, Alex shall screw names up!)
BossManAlfa ASA:((hehe, IRL too :P ))
LtCJoeASA: (Hai.)
Bobius411: ::Stops when the rest of the group does, looking about::
BossManAlfa ASA:::Vin arches and blue and white energies arc over his body::
LtCJoeASA: ...[fuck, he's gonna electrocute me..!]
~~The brother sword's red flames ignite with additional blue and white flames, the red flowing into Vin~~
~~Matt is picked into the air, the blue and white arcs over him, red fire appears to flow from him into the sword into vin~~
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt looks around, slightly nervous:: [You'd best not drop me, Vin...I'll kill you...]
~~Gasping in agony would be more appropriate~~7:53 PM 11/13/2002
LtCJoeASA: ::ooh, pain. that happens too. didn't know it'd hurt that much::
~~Suddenly the air appears to rip, the ground shaking~~
Bobius411: ::Standing still::
BossManAlfa ASA:((Atlanta's not a pansy ya know))
~~arcs of elecricity arc every which way, but in the middle of the rip there is no movement~~
LtCJoeASA: [Vin, you son of a bitch! This...ah...fucking hurts!] Yeaaagh!
geORGeypORGeYasa: ((brb, gotta peeee))
~~then suddenly, with no warning the brother sword pulls Matt into the air, the red, blue, and white flames/electricity arching into the rip, the only movement there~~
VZidaneV: ((I shall be fading in and out as i cook me up some chickeny strip goodness :P))
BossManAlfa ASA:((w00t, AIM hated me for a moment there))
BossManAlfa ASA:((what was the last line of text from me?))
VZidaneV: ((For some reason I think I was like...a dwarf who got turned into a pixy-dwarf heh))
BossManAlfa ASA:((wha?))
VZidaneV: ((The Wall))
VZidaneV: ((not me personally))
VZidaneV: ((I am not a Pixie-Dwarf :P))
BossManAlfa ASA:((the wall...goodness...but about that last line of text I sent to the room, prior to going poof?))
VZidaneV: ::then suddenly, with no warning the brother sword pulls Matt into the air, the red, blue, and white flames/electricity arching into the rip, the only movement there::
Bobius411: ((I gotta go, guys. Later.))
~~equally suddenly, the ground around group turns green, grass grows, bizarre animal life appears, etc. etc.~~
LtCJoeASA: (ano...back from unannounced afk)
~~a colony of what appears to be low tech buildings appears, the rip snaps shut, almost as if it never was, matt and vin drop onto the ground~~
VZidaneV: ((::blinks::-))
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt goes flying into the ground, and at the end of a string of loud expletives, he screams::
VZidaneV: (DAMN SMILEY!)
VZidaneV: (I hate AIM )
LtCJoeASA: (Preferences -> disable smilies.)
BossManAlfa ASA: ::vin collapses weakily::
VZidaneV: ((Thank you much))
BossManAlfa ASA:((but this guy is too cwute to get disabled... >:o ))
LtCJoeASA: (Death!!!)
LtCJoeASA: ( ^_^ (
Carter: ::just stands mute, trying to explain what she just saw::
LtCJoeASA: ('scuse me if I'm not all here now, trying to plot out college)
Daniel Jackson: ::begins rambling about various things possibly related to this::
Teal'C: ::is mute because he doesn't feel require to insert words::
O'Niell: Ho-lllly Shit.
VZidaneV: ((BAck to my chicken. BRB))
LtCJoeASA: (back)
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt stands up and grabs his sword back:: DAMN that hurt like a bitch.
Teal'C: Indeed.
LtCJoeASA: Remind me to kick your ass when we get home, Vin.
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt shakes his head vigorously, like fighting off one hell of a migraine::
Vin: I'm sorry. At least we can stand after this one. That first colony was much rougher...I think I'm getting the hang of this.
LtCJoeASA: At least make the trip...a little...uh...smoother.
Vin: I'll work on that. ::drily::
BossManAlfa ASA:((Bwha! Now, I cease to sim vin. I sim only SG1 for now))
LtCJoeASA: Good. ::Matt sheathes the Brother sword and looks behind him, finally...::
LtCJoeASA: (w00t)
BossManAlfa ASA:((::needs more caffienne!::-))
LtCJoeASA: (oro)
~~The colony consists of low tech buildings, they almost disappear into the surrounding foliage and animal life, purely by vent of their ecologically minded design~~
LtCJoeASA: (By low tech...low atlantien, or low human?)
VZidaneV: ((Its been so long since Ive roleplayed online or tabletop. Grr.))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((low atlantien, but still, very simplistic, no signs of even advanced human technology...on the outside at least))
LtCJoeASA: (ah)
LtCJoeASA: Hm...doesn't...look...all that complicated.
~~Suddenly, the silence explodes as bombs fall from overhead~~
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt's still shaking off that joyride::
~~Gliders slide past on the air overhead, swooping away as soon as they deliver their payloads to the structures~~
LtCJoeASA: ...fuck! Run for cover!
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt goes for cover in the closest thing...the atlantien structures..until he realizes that they're the targets...::
LtCJoeASA: Uh...what's the phrase for this situation?
LtCJoeASA: 'Fucked as fucked can be'?
~~other Atlantiens are taking off on gliders to pursue the bombers~~
~~the pursuers seem armed with no more than bows and arrows and sword and other such medieval weaponry~~