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Chapter 6
Hawthorne NAD, Gateroom
20 Hours after second activation
Major Hanneken was quite convinced that Hawthorne was the fastest growing town in Nevada. In the last 36 hours over a thousand extra personnel had poured into the base, from engineers and electricians trying to repair the power systems to carpenters to build barracks for them. The motor-pool had tripled inside, and dozens more jeeps were parked on still-soft asphalt. Scientists and experts from around the world (physicists and Egyptologists alike) now called Hawthorne their home away from home. It was one of these scientists who was now seated in Major Hanneken’s spartan office.
“So you see, Major, my system should solve all of your power transmission problems, and prevent the sort of hazardous feedback you have been experiencing.” Seated on a wooden folding chair was a thin, elderly man who only two days ago had been sitting alone in a hotel room in New York City. Some of the men on the project had called him crazy, and had urged Hanneken not to bring him, but General Leslie Groves himself had called him, and a phone call from on high tended to motivate a man.
“I’m sorry Doctor Tesla, but I’m a military man, I’m no wizard of technology like you are. I still don’t understand how you’re going to get the power to the Stargate.” Hanneken rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I need to be sure your procedure is safe.”
Tesla laughed slightly. “Its not at all dangerous, Major, though I must confess I’m no wizard.” He cleared his throat three times. “Its really very simple. Imagine that the earth is a smooth, usable conductor for electricity. Now, I have a power plant here,” he placed a fingertip on a piece of paper on the desk. “And I need to get the power to here.” He placed another finger at the opposite end. “Now, to get the electricity from one end to the other, you could build wires.” He placed a pen on the paper and then moved it back and forth with the fingertips. “Or, you could simply send the power through the wave structure inherent in the earth.” He pushed aside the pencil, and simply slid the paper back and forth with his fingers.”
“And your devices send the power through the earth?” The Major was starting to grasp the idea.
The old man nodded “Exactly correct, Major. My self-regenerative wave transformer sends power safely anywhere, but you need another transformer to retrieve it. I developed it over thirty years ago after my research in Colorado.”
“But if its such a good and safe way to move power around, why do we need power lines or the TVA?”
Tesla sighed. “Because if power is freely available through the air and soil, Major, then there’s no way to appropriately tax people for it. Besides, would you believe the word of a man who built a shack in the desert and set up a lightning machine?”
Major Hanneken frowned. “Maybe not, Doctor.”
“At any rate, that is in the past.” Tesla stood and smoothed his coat. “Now, let’s see about turning on that Stargate of yours. Its marvellous, really, the way it transmits energy. I only wish I had more of whatever its made of.”
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*Nagada, Unknown Planet
Indy had travelled the world, and met more primitive peoples than he could count. He was an honorary Massai warrior, a full member of the Garifuna council of chiefs, and among the Wagiman of northern Australia he was known as “Far-Running Champion”. In Nagada, however, he was the emissary of Ra, and as he was forcibly attended to by a number of old women he had a feeling that he had a ceremonial ‘duty’ to perform. They’d taken his hat, whip, and gun, though he made sure he could see them from where he was. When they tried to take his pants, he almost hit one of them, but with their chatter and clucking of tongues he slowly found himself put in robes very similar to ancient Hittite wedding robes.
They filed out one by one, laughing to themselves. As soon as they left, he let out a sigh and picked up his gun, tucking it into the folds of the robe. “Better safe than sorry.” He muttered. A rustling behind him caused him to spin around, reaching for the gun, but he stopped short. Standing before him was a vision of loveliness, like one of the goddesses of the ancient world come to life. She wore a purple dress, draped around her in loose folds, with a gauzy veil adorned with polished jewels covering her face. Her feet were bare, and even at a distance Indy could smell her perfumed body. She looked afraid, though not necessarily of him.
Indy vaguely remembered seeing her at dinner, as one of the attendants serving Yasha. A daughter, most likely, which would make her something of a princess in her small world. Indy was pretty sure that in this society she was being offered to him, hopefully to produce a demi-god offspring as a blessing for her people. She started to undress, slowly, under Indy’s gaze, when he suddenly realized himself. “Not…” he grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes “Just a minute.” He went to the door and raised the flap. Sure enough, the village elders were waiting outside, hoping that everything went well and Ra was pleased.
“Right. Can’t refuse a sincere gift.” Indy remembered the story of a colleague who had refused to take a shaman’s gift of horses in outer Mongolia, and who had paid for the affront with the loss of his left hand. Sure, they might not kill Ra, but they could kill the marines. He sat down on one of the blankets, and motioned for the girl to sit next to him. He pointed to himself. “Indy.”
She mimicked him, pointing to herself. “Indy.”
Nobody gets it on the first try. He thumped his chest with his palm “Indy.”
A light of realization dawned in her eyes. She tapped her chest “Lishai.”
There was an awkward pause. She was very beautiful, but Indy wasn’t sure what would happen in the minds of these people if a god took one of their women to his bed. It could complicate things. “I… came from the Pyramid,” he mimed a sloping roof over his head. “Wait, let’s try this.” He drew a pyramid on the dirt next to them, with a ramp and walking feet coming out. Lishai reached out, and smoothed away the feet and ramp, and from one of the corners she drew a line coming out with a circle at the end.
“Earth!” Indy almost shouted, recognizing the symbol. He laughed, and looked at her. “You’ve seen this?” He pointed to his eyes, and to the symbol. “You’ve seen this? Take me.” He grabbed her hand and pointed away. Lishai shook her head, and pointed to the door, saying something he couldn’t understand. “Damn, forgot.” The thought of finding a way home had lifted his spirits, though, and he smiled at her, and she laughed. She leaned into him, and kissed him gently. Indy broke away, and shrugged. “What the hell, so it gets complicated. I only need one arm.”
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*Nagada, Mastadge Corral
Major Puller looked out at the dark, angry sky. Even in the night, he could hear and see the storm swirling overhead, scouring the rooftops of the taller buildings. He let the flap close, and turned back to the common room. Here, the marines were laughing and gesturing with Kasuf and his friends over some gambling game that involved stones that were red on one side and white on the other, and copious amounts of alcohol. The men didn’t know if they were winning or loosing, but they were all enjoying themselves, save Corporal Wethers and another unlucky private, who were on ‘sober duty’ and had their guns ready. At this point, nobody really expected a fight, but they were marines and were always on alert.
Private Brown gathered all the stones in a wooden box, and shook it. From his pocket, he pulled out a slightly deformed Hershey bar, warped from the heat. The boys whooped and laughed, a few had already won chocolate bars, and they were fast developing a taste. Brown spoke one of the few words he’d learned; “Koneda.” Which, as far as the marines could tell meant “Ante up.” Kasuf placed a leather pouch, two knives, and a jar of something that could almost certainly be deemed ‘contraband’ back at Hawthorne on the table. Brown nodded, and together they chanted “Wiyaw, sinway, hamtaw, REAKHET!” Together they overturned the box on the table, and then lifted it up.
The youths howled as they studied the ‘battle’ which had taken place, and apparently Brown’s red stones had sufficiently outflanked and outmaneuvered Kasuf’s white stones, carrying the field. They slapped Brown on the back, congratulating him, and drinks and flatbread with some sort of vegetable paste were passed around. Kasuf made a show of being upset, but it was all in good fun. Brown tossed the candy bar to him; he didn’t really care for chocolate, and Kasuf tried to give it back, but his own desire for sugar won out.
It had been several hours since Indiana had been taken by the women, and the marines could only joke about what sort of ‘hell’ he must be going through. By the suggestive laughs and gestures from the youths, Indy was in for an interesting (and exhausting) night. As the evening wore on, the men stretched out on mats and blankets, with two new marines relieving the two guards.
As the room settled down, one of the marines looked out the tent flap. In the dim light, he thought he could see two figures, a man and a woman, climb out of a window across the square and dart down a side-street. What they could be doing in weather like this was no concern of his, though he figured people must cheat on their wives or husbands no matter what side of the galaxy you were in.
Hawthorne NAD, Gateroom
20 Hours after second activation
Major Hanneken was quite convinced that Hawthorne was the fastest growing town in Nevada. In the last 36 hours over a thousand extra personnel had poured into the base, from engineers and electricians trying to repair the power systems to carpenters to build barracks for them. The motor-pool had tripled inside, and dozens more jeeps were parked on still-soft asphalt. Scientists and experts from around the world (physicists and Egyptologists alike) now called Hawthorne their home away from home. It was one of these scientists who was now seated in Major Hanneken’s spartan office.
“So you see, Major, my system should solve all of your power transmission problems, and prevent the sort of hazardous feedback you have been experiencing.” Seated on a wooden folding chair was a thin, elderly man who only two days ago had been sitting alone in a hotel room in New York City. Some of the men on the project had called him crazy, and had urged Hanneken not to bring him, but General Leslie Groves himself had called him, and a phone call from on high tended to motivate a man.
“I’m sorry Doctor Tesla, but I’m a military man, I’m no wizard of technology like you are. I still don’t understand how you’re going to get the power to the Stargate.” Hanneken rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I need to be sure your procedure is safe.”
Tesla laughed slightly. “Its not at all dangerous, Major, though I must confess I’m no wizard.” He cleared his throat three times. “Its really very simple. Imagine that the earth is a smooth, usable conductor for electricity. Now, I have a power plant here,” he placed a fingertip on a piece of paper on the desk. “And I need to get the power to here.” He placed another finger at the opposite end. “Now, to get the electricity from one end to the other, you could build wires.” He placed a pen on the paper and then moved it back and forth with the fingertips. “Or, you could simply send the power through the wave structure inherent in the earth.” He pushed aside the pencil, and simply slid the paper back and forth with his fingers.”
“And your devices send the power through the earth?” The Major was starting to grasp the idea.
The old man nodded “Exactly correct, Major. My self-regenerative wave transformer sends power safely anywhere, but you need another transformer to retrieve it. I developed it over thirty years ago after my research in Colorado.”
“But if its such a good and safe way to move power around, why do we need power lines or the TVA?”
Tesla sighed. “Because if power is freely available through the air and soil, Major, then there’s no way to appropriately tax people for it. Besides, would you believe the word of a man who built a shack in the desert and set up a lightning machine?”
Major Hanneken frowned. “Maybe not, Doctor.”
“At any rate, that is in the past.” Tesla stood and smoothed his coat. “Now, let’s see about turning on that Stargate of yours. Its marvellous, really, the way it transmits energy. I only wish I had more of whatever its made of.”
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*Nagada, Unknown Planet
Indy had travelled the world, and met more primitive peoples than he could count. He was an honorary Massai warrior, a full member of the Garifuna council of chiefs, and among the Wagiman of northern Australia he was known as “Far-Running Champion”. In Nagada, however, he was the emissary of Ra, and as he was forcibly attended to by a number of old women he had a feeling that he had a ceremonial ‘duty’ to perform. They’d taken his hat, whip, and gun, though he made sure he could see them from where he was. When they tried to take his pants, he almost hit one of them, but with their chatter and clucking of tongues he slowly found himself put in robes very similar to ancient Hittite wedding robes.
They filed out one by one, laughing to themselves. As soon as they left, he let out a sigh and picked up his gun, tucking it into the folds of the robe. “Better safe than sorry.” He muttered. A rustling behind him caused him to spin around, reaching for the gun, but he stopped short. Standing before him was a vision of loveliness, like one of the goddesses of the ancient world come to life. She wore a purple dress, draped around her in loose folds, with a gauzy veil adorned with polished jewels covering her face. Her feet were bare, and even at a distance Indy could smell her perfumed body. She looked afraid, though not necessarily of him.
Indy vaguely remembered seeing her at dinner, as one of the attendants serving Yasha. A daughter, most likely, which would make her something of a princess in her small world. Indy was pretty sure that in this society she was being offered to him, hopefully to produce a demi-god offspring as a blessing for her people. She started to undress, slowly, under Indy’s gaze, when he suddenly realized himself. “Not…” he grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes “Just a minute.” He went to the door and raised the flap. Sure enough, the village elders were waiting outside, hoping that everything went well and Ra was pleased.
“Right. Can’t refuse a sincere gift.” Indy remembered the story of a colleague who had refused to take a shaman’s gift of horses in outer Mongolia, and who had paid for the affront with the loss of his left hand. Sure, they might not kill Ra, but they could kill the marines. He sat down on one of the blankets, and motioned for the girl to sit next to him. He pointed to himself. “Indy.”
She mimicked him, pointing to herself. “Indy.”
Nobody gets it on the first try. He thumped his chest with his palm “Indy.”
A light of realization dawned in her eyes. She tapped her chest “Lishai.”
There was an awkward pause. She was very beautiful, but Indy wasn’t sure what would happen in the minds of these people if a god took one of their women to his bed. It could complicate things. “I… came from the Pyramid,” he mimed a sloping roof over his head. “Wait, let’s try this.” He drew a pyramid on the dirt next to them, with a ramp and walking feet coming out. Lishai reached out, and smoothed away the feet and ramp, and from one of the corners she drew a line coming out with a circle at the end.
“Earth!” Indy almost shouted, recognizing the symbol. He laughed, and looked at her. “You’ve seen this?” He pointed to his eyes, and to the symbol. “You’ve seen this? Take me.” He grabbed her hand and pointed away. Lishai shook her head, and pointed to the door, saying something he couldn’t understand. “Damn, forgot.” The thought of finding a way home had lifted his spirits, though, and he smiled at her, and she laughed. She leaned into him, and kissed him gently. Indy broke away, and shrugged. “What the hell, so it gets complicated. I only need one arm.”
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*Nagada, Mastadge Corral
Major Puller looked out at the dark, angry sky. Even in the night, he could hear and see the storm swirling overhead, scouring the rooftops of the taller buildings. He let the flap close, and turned back to the common room. Here, the marines were laughing and gesturing with Kasuf and his friends over some gambling game that involved stones that were red on one side and white on the other, and copious amounts of alcohol. The men didn’t know if they were winning or loosing, but they were all enjoying themselves, save Corporal Wethers and another unlucky private, who were on ‘sober duty’ and had their guns ready. At this point, nobody really expected a fight, but they were marines and were always on alert.
Private Brown gathered all the stones in a wooden box, and shook it. From his pocket, he pulled out a slightly deformed Hershey bar, warped from the heat. The boys whooped and laughed, a few had already won chocolate bars, and they were fast developing a taste. Brown spoke one of the few words he’d learned; “Koneda.” Which, as far as the marines could tell meant “Ante up.” Kasuf placed a leather pouch, two knives, and a jar of something that could almost certainly be deemed ‘contraband’ back at Hawthorne on the table. Brown nodded, and together they chanted “Wiyaw, sinway, hamtaw, REAKHET!” Together they overturned the box on the table, and then lifted it up.
The youths howled as they studied the ‘battle’ which had taken place, and apparently Brown’s red stones had sufficiently outflanked and outmaneuvered Kasuf’s white stones, carrying the field. They slapped Brown on the back, congratulating him, and drinks and flatbread with some sort of vegetable paste were passed around. Kasuf made a show of being upset, but it was all in good fun. Brown tossed the candy bar to him; he didn’t really care for chocolate, and Kasuf tried to give it back, but his own desire for sugar won out.
It had been several hours since Indiana had been taken by the women, and the marines could only joke about what sort of ‘hell’ he must be going through. By the suggestive laughs and gestures from the youths, Indy was in for an interesting (and exhausting) night. As the evening wore on, the men stretched out on mats and blankets, with two new marines relieving the two guards.
As the room settled down, one of the marines looked out the tent flap. In the dim light, he thought he could see two figures, a man and a woman, climb out of a window across the square and dart down a side-street. What they could be doing in weather like this was no concern of his, though he figured people must cheat on their wives or husbands no matter what side of the galaxy you were in.
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Wait, wait wait. Has Tesla found a way around resistance? Because I don't see that plan working if he hasn't. And there is the little problem of directing the energy into the stargate without wires there. And. . . .
Tesla tech just makes no sense to me sometimes.
Tesla tech just makes no sense to me sometimes.
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Actually, Tesla did, in real life, experiment with wireless power transmission, and while I can't find any references, I do remember reading once that he was once forced to move his lab out of the town he was staying in because he was basically pumping electricity into the ground, causing lighting to shoot off of fire hydrants and other metal fixtures.
What will be interesting however is how he gets along with Einstein, considering the fact that he doesn't believe in relativity. Of course, the fact that the Einstein-Rosen bridge theory was first proposed in 1935 and they have an actual working wormhole, if not one like what Einstein proposed, will make things interesting.
One also wonders at what would happen if you gave Tesla and Einstein a stargate with a blackhole on the other end...
What will be interesting however is how he gets along with Einstein, considering the fact that he doesn't believe in relativity. Of course, the fact that the Einstein-Rosen bridge theory was first proposed in 1935 and they have an actual working wormhole, if not one like what Einstein proposed, will make things interesting.
One also wonders at what would happen if you gave Tesla and Einstein a stargate with a blackhole on the other end...
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Considering the episode that happened in nearly resulted in the destruction of Earth? BAD IDEA.Academia Nut wrote:One also wonders at what would happen if you gave Tesla and Einstein a stargate with a blackhole on the other end...
Nitram also pointed out that Tesla was Anti-Semite.
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Also, that black-hole-forming event won't happen for another 60 years, so its a moot point.
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The galaxy is a large place, but I bet the DHD will prevent them from finding it due to the safety measures. The Stargate returns over potential 400 error codes, Canon Stargate Command ignored over half and didnt know what the rest really didCaptainChewbacca wrote:Also, that black-hole-forming event won't happen for another 60 years, so its a moot point.
They got a list of error codes they could safely ignore from the Asgard when they accidentally did a little Stellar-forming by mistake
Einstein will need to completely rewrite the general theory of relativity for oneAcademia Nut wrote:One also wonders at what would happen if you gave Tesla and Einstein a stargate with a blackhole on the other end...
Einstein will also be happy, Quantum Mechanics isnt the best theory to describe small scale events in Stargate-verse.
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You'll note I never said "the" black hole from "A Matter of Time", I said "a" black hole. And while yes, it would be a very bad thing for them to contact such a place, its not entirely unreasonable for them to figure out a solution seeing as in the OTL they disengaged the wormhole by hitting it with a burst of energy from a shaped charge, I could see Tesla and Einstein working out some sort of solution eventually.
If they ever learn to get along that is. Curse you anti-Semitism and racism in general for making us think less of some of history's greatest people (in addition to all of the other crap of course)! *shakes-fists*
If they ever learn to get along that is. Curse you anti-Semitism and racism in general for making us think less of some of history's greatest people (in addition to all of the other crap of course)! *shakes-fists*
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Given that this is a 'fun' fic, I don't think I'm going to bring out too much of the darkness of our scientific heroes. Besides, Tesla and Einstein will be too distracted to dislike each-other, what with all the fantastical inventions.
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And a fun fic it is!
A question, out of honest curiosity... would marines be used like this in -39?
I thought they were only doing shipboard security and opposed landings back then, not used as 'generic' special forces.
A question, out of honest curiosity... would marines be used like this in -39?
I thought they were only doing shipboard security and opposed landings back then, not used as 'generic' special forces.
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The important thing about this idea is not that he was wrong, but that it never occurred to Aristotle to check it.
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Also, the poor recruits assigned to guard their labs, may develop an instinct to RUN LIKE HELL, when they start to hear odd funky or loud whines...CaptainChewbacca wrote:Given that this is a 'fun' fic, I don't think I'm going to bring out too much of the darkness of our scientific heroes. Besides, Tesla and Einstein will be too distracted to dislike each-other, what with all the fantastical inventions.
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Buck Murdock: Oh, cut the bleeding heart crap, will ya? We've all got our switches, lights, and knobs to deal with, Striker. I mean, down here there are literally hundreds and thousands of blinking, beeping, and flashing lights, blinking and beeping and flashing - they're *flashing* and they're *beeping*. I can't stand it anymore! They're *blinking* and *beeping* and *flashing*! Why doesn't somebody pull the plug!
Buck Murdock: Oh, cut the bleeding heart crap, will ya? We've all got our switches, lights, and knobs to deal with, Striker. I mean, down here there are literally hundreds and thousands of blinking, beeping, and flashing lights, blinking and beeping and flashing - they're *flashing* and they're *beeping*. I can't stand it anymore! They're *blinking* and *beeping* and *flashing*! Why doesn't somebody pull the plug!
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Marines were often used for expeditionary forces for unusual deployments. Mostly, though, Hawthorne is a Naval Ammunition Depot, and would have already had marines on-base. The formation of SMF-1 was very seat-of-the-pants, they just threw together what they had and then went.haard wrote:A question, out of honest curiosity... would marines be used like this in -39?
I thought they were only doing shipboard security and opposed landings back then, not used as 'generic' special forces.
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I can't believe no one has mentioned the presence of Chesty Fucking Puller on the team.
Jesus Christ!
Indiana + Puller?
everybody else is so screwed!
Now maybe Otto will have some tricks, and will definitely make some snake heads scream, but against Indy and Chesty, abandon all hope, ye who face this team.
Jesus Christ!
Indiana + Puller?
everybody else is so screwed!
Now maybe Otto will have some tricks, and will definitely make some snake heads scream, but against Indy and Chesty, abandon all hope, ye who face this team.
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John Moses Browning is my savior.
.45 ACP, because no matter how you try to rationalize it, 9mm is still for women and pansies.
My commentary on the M16? "Fucktastic shitcock goddamn bolt fucking overides"
John Moses Browning is my savior.
uh....
Who's Chesty Puller?
Who's Chesty Puller?
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Lieutenant General Lewis Burwell "Chesty" Puller. The single most decorated Marine in history, 5-time recipient of the Navy Cross, received Silver Star, Purple Heart, etc. He is to Marines what Saint Curtis LeMay is to SAC. He is best known for the quote, which may be apocryphal, "They surround us on all sides and outnumber us 29 to 1. They can't get away this time!" Wikipedia.LadyTevar wrote:uh....
Who's Chesty Puller?
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Any views expressed herein are my own unless otherwise noted, and very likely wrong.
I shave with Occam's Razor.
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Is the Marine bedtime call apocryphal as well? ("Goodnight Chesty, wherever you are!")
"Yee's proposal is exactly the sort of thing I would expect some Washington legal eagle to do. In fact, it could even be argued it would be unrealistic to not have a scene in the next book of, say, a Congressman Yee submit the Yee Act for consideration. 
" - bcoogler on this
"My crystal ball is filled with smoke, and my hovercraft is full of eels." - Bayonet
Stark: "You can't even GET to heaven. You don't even know where it is, or even if it still exists."
SirNitram: "So storm Hell." - From the legendary thread
" - bcoogler on this"My crystal ball is filled with smoke, and my hovercraft is full of eels." - Bayonet
Stark: "You can't even GET to heaven. You don't even know where it is, or even if it still exists."
SirNitram: "So storm Hell." - From the legendary thread
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.45 ACP, because no matter how you try to rationalize it, 9mm is still for women and pansies.
My commentary on the M16? "Fucktastic shitcock goddamn bolt fucking overides"
John Moses Browning is my savior.
.45 ACP, because no matter how you try to rationalize it, 9mm is still for women and pansies.
My commentary on the M16? "Fucktastic shitcock goddamn bolt fucking overides"
John Moses Browning is my savior.
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CaptainChewbacca
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- Location: Deep beneath Boatmurdered.
Chapter 7
*Temple of Ra, Abydos*
Bra’tac was worried. According to the intelligence they had received from their spies in Ra’s army, the Supreme Lord of the Goa’uld would be coming to Abydos in a matter of days. He had been given only a small task force by Apophis to set this trap, and he feared with half his men gone he would fail his god. Goa’uld sensors would detect any explosive devices in the ring system, so he and his men were supposed to conceal explosives within the walls of the temple and then he would detonate it when they landed. Unfortunately, the work was slow going. “Del’nor!” he called to one of the Jaffa “How is the work progressing!”
“It is difficult, Master Bra’tac.” The Jaffa put down a cutting implement and sighed. “We must hide hundreds of small devices, and we simply do not have the time. We could try to concentrate them in one part of the temple…” He suggested hopefully.
“No,” Bra’tac shook his head. “Unless we have total coverage, there is no way to guarantee the total destruction of Lord Ra’s Ha’tak.”
“Then, with respect, perhaps it is best to continue to work and get as much coverage as possible.”
A grim determination settled on the men. They would spend their lives trying to fulfil an impossible task. One of the jaffa ad an inspiration. “How close is the city, Master Bra’tac? Ra placed a large human settlement here for mining naquadah.”
Bra’tac smiled as he followed the warrior’s reasoning. “Yes, thousands of skilled stoneworkers. And if they are caught, he will believe the people are disloyal and discipline them, which may MAKE them disloyal.”
“But Master Bra’tac,” another jaffa spoke “we are not Horus guards, we would appear different.”
Bra’tac activated his helmet and the armor deployed around him. “Do you think it matters to humans which god is commanding them?”
*Nagada, Unknown Planet*
Major Puller was up with the dawn, but some of the youths had still beaten him to rising. Already they were laying out plates of bread and dried meat, and clay pans of water were set to one side. He moved quickly to get to the pans, they were communal and God help the man who was the last of twenty to wash. He nodded to the marines on guard duty, who were both alert and enjoying their breakfast. The sky was an odd color of gold, the traces of the sandstorm still in the upper atmosphere.
“Any word from base camp, Littlefield?” He asked Ernest, who was working with the radio.
“No Sir.” He shook his head. “It’s damn spooky; There’s no interference from weather, they just aren’t radioing back.”
Puller frowned. “Maybe their set got caught in the storm and shot to hell. At any rate, we’ll get Jones and hoof it back to the pyramid.” He checked his watch, still on Mountain Time. “We’ve got another four hours until they dial us, and I don’t want to miss it.”
“Oh… Mein GOTT but my back is sore.” A cacophony of creaks and pops echoed through the room, all originating in the joints of a very stiff Albert Einstein. Clearly, a thin matt on a stone floor did not agree with him. One of the youths said something to Kasuf and mimed breaking a stick, which made Kasuf laugh loudly and then look embarrassed. “I don’t suppose there’s any coffee?” The bleary-eyed Austrian shuffled towards the clay pan rubbing his stubbly jaw.
“I’m afraid not, Professor.” Puller smirked. Compared to some of his other deployments, this was almost as good as a stateside barracks. “But eat up, we’ve got to find Doctor Jones. I’m guessing he didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Kasuf!” He called. The young man came in quickly, appreciating the honor that having hosted Ra’s servants in his home would bring. “We need to find Doctor Jones.” The boy stared at him blankly. “Right, no English. Ok, he’s the guy who was with us.” He motioned to all of them. “He had a weird hat,” he mimed a fedora on his head. “And a whip on his belt.” He watched as Kasuf and his friends imitated him. He looked to Einstein, pleadingly. “Any ideas, Professor?”
“Ah… hmmm…” Einstein frowned, and then got an idea. He picked up a length of leather cord, and hung it around his neck. With one hand he made a circle with his thumb and middle finger, and let the tip of his index finger sit in the middle, imitating an eye, and then rested his hand against the cord. The boys laughed and nodded, and motioned for them to follow him.
“Good work, Professor.” Puller patted him on the back as the marines gathered their gear.
He shrugged. “It was easier than explaining wormholes to Major Hanneken.”
Outside one of the boys was opening the Mastadge corral, and another was urging one out. Kasuf produced Indiana’s shirt from some pouch, and held it under the beast’s nose.
Puller laughed, disbelieving. “You’ve gotta be shi-” The creature bellowed and took off like a shot, with Kasuf and his friends chasing after it and waving for them to follow him.
*Hidden Cave, Nagada*
As Kasuf led the marines down a narrow maze of twisting passages, even Major Puller was impressed by the antiquity of them. They were covered with ancient pictures and writings, seemingly telling a story. As they rounded a corner, they found Indy and Yasha’s daughter, Lishai. They were talking back and forth in halting sentences, in the local language.
“I thought you couldn’t speak their language, Doctor Jones.” Puller raised an eyebrow.
Indy shrugged. “I couldn’t. I had to hear it spoken; it hasn’t been a living language on earth in two thousand years, and with the writing here, Lishai-” he gestured to the woman, who bowed at hearing her name “taught me how to pronounce it.”
Ernest stepped forward, awestruck by the room. “So you understand all of this, Doctor?” His wave encompassed all the pictographs.
“Yeah, I think so.” Indy stood up and dusted his hands. He pointed to a section of the wall. “Now, thousands of years ago, some alien jerk named Ra, from ‘beyond the stars’ took a human boy from Earth and ‘joined’ with him, somehow.” He pointed to a picture of a figure on a throne. “He then ruled over earth for a few thousand years, forcing the people to worship and serve him. He had the secret of eternal life and taught us how to build the pyramids at Giza, and he took people from earth to here to work as slaves.”
“Everything we know about history will have to be changed.” Ernest shook his head, eyes shining as he studied the images.
“Probably.” Indy walked further down and gestured to another part. “Now it looks like here there was an uprising on Earth, and Ra couldn’t hang on or it wasn’t worth it, but they kicked him out and buried the stargate. Here, though, Ra kept ahold of things by outlawing reading and writing.”
“Hey Doc, look at this!” Corporal Wethers called. He was holding a torch and pointing to one of the alcoves that was secluded off the main room. Indy and the other marines crowded in, looking at what the torchlight revealed. Laying there was a stone tablet with symbols that Indy recognized immediately from the stargate in the pyramid.
“The people must’ve hid this here, in the hopes that one day the gate would be re-opened.” He inspected the tablet. The seventh symbol was worn almost completely off, but there was a faint imagine on a fragment there that should help him narrow it down to a handful of possibilities. “You know what this means? It means we can go home!”
Cheers (and a few rebel yells) went up from the men, but quickly more shouting could be heard back at the tunnel entrance. “Ah hell.” Indy sighed. “They say that more of my ‘servants’ are here, seriously injured and in a silver chariot.” He pushed his way through the marines and started trotting back through the corridors.
Puller sprinted to keep up with him, his rifle swaying rhythmically on his back. “You know, I was beginning to worry that this was going to be too easy.” He laughed easily, but he was worried about his men.
Back in the open, they emerged on the edge of a plaza that was filled with people milling around a badly battered Tucker car. Corporal Anders was attending to another marine, a Private Weylan, who was laying on the ground covered in the bloody remains of a field jacket while the other two marines stood numbly holding their rifles, their eyes looking haunted.
“Medic!” Puller called to his man, their one field medic who, thank God, had his gear with him. He reached Weylan at the same time as several healers from the city did. They began to work to stop the bleeding. “Corporal Anders, what the hell happened to you?” Puller was concerned. He had a sinking feeling that half of his force was now dead. Anders didn’t respond. “SKYMAN!”
“SIR!” His voice quavered. He hadn’t been deployed overseas, and his first taste of combat had been almost more than he could bear. “Sir, we were in the Pyramid, waiting out the storm, when it sounded like God Almighty came down on the building. Something in the ceiling opened, and it started dropping down these snake-men who had these ray guns and started shooting. We killed some of ‘em, Sir, but more kept coming. When most of the men were killed, Lieutenant Evans ordered us to retreat and try to contact you. He and Private Green held the Snakes off until we got out of there.” He ran a grubby hand across his forehead, pushing his helmet back. “It was a nightmare, sir. We had to run buttoned up, using a compass and blind luck until the storm cleared. Then we found our way here.”
“Good work, Corporal.” Puller put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a fatherly squeeze. The kid would be fine, a sharp blade tempered by fire. “Get washed up and then we’ll have someone take you guys to get some rest.” Skyman nodded weakly, and accepted a bowl of water handed to him.
“Dear God, what do we do now?” Einstein had joined the group and had heard the story. The medic and the women had finished cleaning Weylan’s wounds, but he was going to need a field transfusion. Fortunately, two marines were a match for him, and so they all retired to Kasuf’s home.
“What do we do?” Puller laughed. “We get our men in shape, head for that pyramid, kill a helluva lot of snake-martians, and go home. THAT’S what we do.”
“But we’re probably outnumbered!”
“Then there’ll be enough for us all to shoot at.”
Suddenly the horn in the high tower sounded again, and the people suddenly began to scatter. Yasha spoke to Indy, who answered back quickly and turned to Puller. “He says that soldiers of the god Apophis approach the city. He wants to know if we intend to battle them or simply destroy them with our power.”
Major Puller thought for a moment, then smiled. “Well, let’s hear what they have to say.”
*Nagada, Abydos*
Bra’tac led his men confidently through the city. He walked ahead of eight Jaffa, all armed with staff weapons and in armor, which was more than a match for anything on this planet. The people gave way in deference to the ‘gods’ walking among them, in reality it was the terrible power of his Lord that these people feared. In the city square, the elders of Nagada waited to greet him. “We of Nagada are humbled to serve you, great one, in the hopes that you might show mercy.” Yasha bowed low.
“The Lord Apophis has sent me to gather workers for a great task in the temple. For the labor of thirty of your best stone-workers, you will be shown mercy.” Bra’tac was slightly troubled by the elders. They didn’t quite show the level of fear he was used to.
“I’ve got a better idea.” A strange voice called out behind him. Bra’tac whirled and opened his staff, then paused as he saw a strangely-dressed man holding what looked like half of a zat’nik’itel. “Why don’t you drop your weapons before you get shot?”
“I think not, human.” Bra’tac laughed. “Your men in the temple could not defeat us, and you will not harm me with your weapon.”
“You’re probably right, but those guys,” Indy pointed, and what had been a pile of baskets suddenly revealed itself to be the strange vehicle from last night, its unmistakable cannons pointing at him. “And those guys,” Indy gestured to the light machine gun squads who now stepped out of doorways. “They’ll harm the shit out of you.”
Bra’tac, First Prime of Apophis, knew when he was outmanoeuvred. “You have a point, human.” He saw the pendant around Indy’s neck. “I imagine Ra will be pleased with your service.”
Indy walked up to him and took the staff. “I hate to break it to you, but I’d just as soon kill you, Apophis, and Ra, and go home.”
“Then we have much to talk about, Human.” The First Prime sized up the human and his men.
“The name’s Indiana Jones.” Indy smiled back.
*Elizabeth, New Jersey*
Steve Badami had had a long day. As the head of the DeCavalcante family, he was an important man, even if the Five Families called them ‘The Farmers’. He owned half of Atlantic City, and half the judges in Jersey. They did ok bootlegging, running numbers, and protection, but lately he had been pushing his business interests into shipping and salvage. There was bread to be made doing honest work, and if that honest work got them to and from the rum line without the Feds spotting them, well so much the better.
He said goodnight to Guiseppe, his consigliere, and stepped into his private suite. He poured himself a drink, and sat down, flipping through the paper.
“Hey there, Big Man.” A sultry voice called from an open doorway. Christina Tortiona, a bombshell of a woman from one of Atlantic City’s speakeasies, had been better known as Misses Badami for almost eight years, but she still caught the eye as much as she had the day they laid eyes on each-other. She wore a barely covering silk robe, and crossed the room slowly, sitting in his lap. “How was work?”
“Ah… it was alright.” Steve waved a hand, and then settled it on her hip. “Its looking like the new setup we’ve got will get a crew down to four hundred feet.” He watched her smile broaden, it was what they’d been working towards for so long. “How about you, anything interesting happen?”
“Well, as a matter of fact,” She gracefully leaned over and grabbed a large envelope off the table. “I was down getting my nails done, and talking with some of the girls,” which was what she called her information contacts. “And guess what some spook was having smuggled to his superiors.”
Steve opened the envelope and pulled out the pictures. He did a double-take and dropped his drink. The glass shattered, but he didn’t care; he had people to clean that up. “Holy Toledo! They found it.”
“Don’t get too excited yet, darling.” She patted his face and climbed out of his lap. “Its also the only thing they found. Nobody’s talking about the big one.”
“Well, its something, and if we find that, we won’t need the salvage.” Steve stood up and pulled her close, kissing her passionately. “Now, my queen, what’s say we celebrate?” They headed for the bedroom, with Christina close behind. She took a moment to set the envelope on a bookshelf, next to two jars. They were Egyptian funerary jars, and quite out of place in a mobster’s house, unless you knew that Steve Badami was no ordinary made man.
*Temple of Ra, Abydos*
Bra’tac was worried. According to the intelligence they had received from their spies in Ra’s army, the Supreme Lord of the Goa’uld would be coming to Abydos in a matter of days. He had been given only a small task force by Apophis to set this trap, and he feared with half his men gone he would fail his god. Goa’uld sensors would detect any explosive devices in the ring system, so he and his men were supposed to conceal explosives within the walls of the temple and then he would detonate it when they landed. Unfortunately, the work was slow going. “Del’nor!” he called to one of the Jaffa “How is the work progressing!”
“It is difficult, Master Bra’tac.” The Jaffa put down a cutting implement and sighed. “We must hide hundreds of small devices, and we simply do not have the time. We could try to concentrate them in one part of the temple…” He suggested hopefully.
“No,” Bra’tac shook his head. “Unless we have total coverage, there is no way to guarantee the total destruction of Lord Ra’s Ha’tak.”
“Then, with respect, perhaps it is best to continue to work and get as much coverage as possible.”
A grim determination settled on the men. They would spend their lives trying to fulfil an impossible task. One of the jaffa ad an inspiration. “How close is the city, Master Bra’tac? Ra placed a large human settlement here for mining naquadah.”
Bra’tac smiled as he followed the warrior’s reasoning. “Yes, thousands of skilled stoneworkers. And if they are caught, he will believe the people are disloyal and discipline them, which may MAKE them disloyal.”
“But Master Bra’tac,” another jaffa spoke “we are not Horus guards, we would appear different.”
Bra’tac activated his helmet and the armor deployed around him. “Do you think it matters to humans which god is commanding them?”
*Nagada, Unknown Planet*
Major Puller was up with the dawn, but some of the youths had still beaten him to rising. Already they were laying out plates of bread and dried meat, and clay pans of water were set to one side. He moved quickly to get to the pans, they were communal and God help the man who was the last of twenty to wash. He nodded to the marines on guard duty, who were both alert and enjoying their breakfast. The sky was an odd color of gold, the traces of the sandstorm still in the upper atmosphere.
“Any word from base camp, Littlefield?” He asked Ernest, who was working with the radio.
“No Sir.” He shook his head. “It’s damn spooky; There’s no interference from weather, they just aren’t radioing back.”
Puller frowned. “Maybe their set got caught in the storm and shot to hell. At any rate, we’ll get Jones and hoof it back to the pyramid.” He checked his watch, still on Mountain Time. “We’ve got another four hours until they dial us, and I don’t want to miss it.”
“Oh… Mein GOTT but my back is sore.” A cacophony of creaks and pops echoed through the room, all originating in the joints of a very stiff Albert Einstein. Clearly, a thin matt on a stone floor did not agree with him. One of the youths said something to Kasuf and mimed breaking a stick, which made Kasuf laugh loudly and then look embarrassed. “I don’t suppose there’s any coffee?” The bleary-eyed Austrian shuffled towards the clay pan rubbing his stubbly jaw.
“I’m afraid not, Professor.” Puller smirked. Compared to some of his other deployments, this was almost as good as a stateside barracks. “But eat up, we’ve got to find Doctor Jones. I’m guessing he didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Kasuf!” He called. The young man came in quickly, appreciating the honor that having hosted Ra’s servants in his home would bring. “We need to find Doctor Jones.” The boy stared at him blankly. “Right, no English. Ok, he’s the guy who was with us.” He motioned to all of them. “He had a weird hat,” he mimed a fedora on his head. “And a whip on his belt.” He watched as Kasuf and his friends imitated him. He looked to Einstein, pleadingly. “Any ideas, Professor?”
“Ah… hmmm…” Einstein frowned, and then got an idea. He picked up a length of leather cord, and hung it around his neck. With one hand he made a circle with his thumb and middle finger, and let the tip of his index finger sit in the middle, imitating an eye, and then rested his hand against the cord. The boys laughed and nodded, and motioned for them to follow him.
“Good work, Professor.” Puller patted him on the back as the marines gathered their gear.
He shrugged. “It was easier than explaining wormholes to Major Hanneken.”
Outside one of the boys was opening the Mastadge corral, and another was urging one out. Kasuf produced Indiana’s shirt from some pouch, and held it under the beast’s nose.
Puller laughed, disbelieving. “You’ve gotta be shi-” The creature bellowed and took off like a shot, with Kasuf and his friends chasing after it and waving for them to follow him.
*Hidden Cave, Nagada*
As Kasuf led the marines down a narrow maze of twisting passages, even Major Puller was impressed by the antiquity of them. They were covered with ancient pictures and writings, seemingly telling a story. As they rounded a corner, they found Indy and Yasha’s daughter, Lishai. They were talking back and forth in halting sentences, in the local language.
“I thought you couldn’t speak their language, Doctor Jones.” Puller raised an eyebrow.
Indy shrugged. “I couldn’t. I had to hear it spoken; it hasn’t been a living language on earth in two thousand years, and with the writing here, Lishai-” he gestured to the woman, who bowed at hearing her name “taught me how to pronounce it.”
Ernest stepped forward, awestruck by the room. “So you understand all of this, Doctor?” His wave encompassed all the pictographs.
“Yeah, I think so.” Indy stood up and dusted his hands. He pointed to a section of the wall. “Now, thousands of years ago, some alien jerk named Ra, from ‘beyond the stars’ took a human boy from Earth and ‘joined’ with him, somehow.” He pointed to a picture of a figure on a throne. “He then ruled over earth for a few thousand years, forcing the people to worship and serve him. He had the secret of eternal life and taught us how to build the pyramids at Giza, and he took people from earth to here to work as slaves.”
“Everything we know about history will have to be changed.” Ernest shook his head, eyes shining as he studied the images.
“Probably.” Indy walked further down and gestured to another part. “Now it looks like here there was an uprising on Earth, and Ra couldn’t hang on or it wasn’t worth it, but they kicked him out and buried the stargate. Here, though, Ra kept ahold of things by outlawing reading and writing.”
“Hey Doc, look at this!” Corporal Wethers called. He was holding a torch and pointing to one of the alcoves that was secluded off the main room. Indy and the other marines crowded in, looking at what the torchlight revealed. Laying there was a stone tablet with symbols that Indy recognized immediately from the stargate in the pyramid.
“The people must’ve hid this here, in the hopes that one day the gate would be re-opened.” He inspected the tablet. The seventh symbol was worn almost completely off, but there was a faint imagine on a fragment there that should help him narrow it down to a handful of possibilities. “You know what this means? It means we can go home!”
Cheers (and a few rebel yells) went up from the men, but quickly more shouting could be heard back at the tunnel entrance. “Ah hell.” Indy sighed. “They say that more of my ‘servants’ are here, seriously injured and in a silver chariot.” He pushed his way through the marines and started trotting back through the corridors.
Puller sprinted to keep up with him, his rifle swaying rhythmically on his back. “You know, I was beginning to worry that this was going to be too easy.” He laughed easily, but he was worried about his men.
Back in the open, they emerged on the edge of a plaza that was filled with people milling around a badly battered Tucker car. Corporal Anders was attending to another marine, a Private Weylan, who was laying on the ground covered in the bloody remains of a field jacket while the other two marines stood numbly holding their rifles, their eyes looking haunted.
“Medic!” Puller called to his man, their one field medic who, thank God, had his gear with him. He reached Weylan at the same time as several healers from the city did. They began to work to stop the bleeding. “Corporal Anders, what the hell happened to you?” Puller was concerned. He had a sinking feeling that half of his force was now dead. Anders didn’t respond. “SKYMAN!”
“SIR!” His voice quavered. He hadn’t been deployed overseas, and his first taste of combat had been almost more than he could bear. “Sir, we were in the Pyramid, waiting out the storm, when it sounded like God Almighty came down on the building. Something in the ceiling opened, and it started dropping down these snake-men who had these ray guns and started shooting. We killed some of ‘em, Sir, but more kept coming. When most of the men were killed, Lieutenant Evans ordered us to retreat and try to contact you. He and Private Green held the Snakes off until we got out of there.” He ran a grubby hand across his forehead, pushing his helmet back. “It was a nightmare, sir. We had to run buttoned up, using a compass and blind luck until the storm cleared. Then we found our way here.”
“Good work, Corporal.” Puller put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a fatherly squeeze. The kid would be fine, a sharp blade tempered by fire. “Get washed up and then we’ll have someone take you guys to get some rest.” Skyman nodded weakly, and accepted a bowl of water handed to him.
“Dear God, what do we do now?” Einstein had joined the group and had heard the story. The medic and the women had finished cleaning Weylan’s wounds, but he was going to need a field transfusion. Fortunately, two marines were a match for him, and so they all retired to Kasuf’s home.
“What do we do?” Puller laughed. “We get our men in shape, head for that pyramid, kill a helluva lot of snake-martians, and go home. THAT’S what we do.”
“But we’re probably outnumbered!”
“Then there’ll be enough for us all to shoot at.”
Suddenly the horn in the high tower sounded again, and the people suddenly began to scatter. Yasha spoke to Indy, who answered back quickly and turned to Puller. “He says that soldiers of the god Apophis approach the city. He wants to know if we intend to battle them or simply destroy them with our power.”
Major Puller thought for a moment, then smiled. “Well, let’s hear what they have to say.”
*Nagada, Abydos*
Bra’tac led his men confidently through the city. He walked ahead of eight Jaffa, all armed with staff weapons and in armor, which was more than a match for anything on this planet. The people gave way in deference to the ‘gods’ walking among them, in reality it was the terrible power of his Lord that these people feared. In the city square, the elders of Nagada waited to greet him. “We of Nagada are humbled to serve you, great one, in the hopes that you might show mercy.” Yasha bowed low.
“The Lord Apophis has sent me to gather workers for a great task in the temple. For the labor of thirty of your best stone-workers, you will be shown mercy.” Bra’tac was slightly troubled by the elders. They didn’t quite show the level of fear he was used to.
“I’ve got a better idea.” A strange voice called out behind him. Bra’tac whirled and opened his staff, then paused as he saw a strangely-dressed man holding what looked like half of a zat’nik’itel. “Why don’t you drop your weapons before you get shot?”
“I think not, human.” Bra’tac laughed. “Your men in the temple could not defeat us, and you will not harm me with your weapon.”
“You’re probably right, but those guys,” Indy pointed, and what had been a pile of baskets suddenly revealed itself to be the strange vehicle from last night, its unmistakable cannons pointing at him. “And those guys,” Indy gestured to the light machine gun squads who now stepped out of doorways. “They’ll harm the shit out of you.”
Bra’tac, First Prime of Apophis, knew when he was outmanoeuvred. “You have a point, human.” He saw the pendant around Indy’s neck. “I imagine Ra will be pleased with your service.”
Indy walked up to him and took the staff. “I hate to break it to you, but I’d just as soon kill you, Apophis, and Ra, and go home.”
“Then we have much to talk about, Human.” The First Prime sized up the human and his men.
“The name’s Indiana Jones.” Indy smiled back.
*Elizabeth, New Jersey*
Steve Badami had had a long day. As the head of the DeCavalcante family, he was an important man, even if the Five Families called them ‘The Farmers’. He owned half of Atlantic City, and half the judges in Jersey. They did ok bootlegging, running numbers, and protection, but lately he had been pushing his business interests into shipping and salvage. There was bread to be made doing honest work, and if that honest work got them to and from the rum line without the Feds spotting them, well so much the better.
He said goodnight to Guiseppe, his consigliere, and stepped into his private suite. He poured himself a drink, and sat down, flipping through the paper.
“Hey there, Big Man.” A sultry voice called from an open doorway. Christina Tortiona, a bombshell of a woman from one of Atlantic City’s speakeasies, had been better known as Misses Badami for almost eight years, but she still caught the eye as much as she had the day they laid eyes on each-other. She wore a barely covering silk robe, and crossed the room slowly, sitting in his lap. “How was work?”
“Ah… it was alright.” Steve waved a hand, and then settled it on her hip. “Its looking like the new setup we’ve got will get a crew down to four hundred feet.” He watched her smile broaden, it was what they’d been working towards for so long. “How about you, anything interesting happen?”
“Well, as a matter of fact,” She gracefully leaned over and grabbed a large envelope off the table. “I was down getting my nails done, and talking with some of the girls,” which was what she called her information contacts. “And guess what some spook was having smuggled to his superiors.”
Steve opened the envelope and pulled out the pictures. He did a double-take and dropped his drink. The glass shattered, but he didn’t care; he had people to clean that up. “Holy Toledo! They found it.”
“Don’t get too excited yet, darling.” She patted his face and climbed out of his lap. “Its also the only thing they found. Nobody’s talking about the big one.”
“Well, its something, and if we find that, we won’t need the salvage.” Steve stood up and pulled her close, kissing her passionately. “Now, my queen, what’s say we celebrate?” They headed for the bedroom, with Christina close behind. She took a moment to set the envelope on a bookshelf, next to two jars. They were Egyptian funerary jars, and quite out of place in a mobster’s house, unless you knew that Steve Badami was no ordinary made man.
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You kinda look like Jesus. With a lightsaber.- Peregrin Toker
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He has to pull all of the Goa'uld hiding on Earth out early, seeing as he's got Indy, Chesty, Einstein, Tesla, and probably sooner a Bre'tac in his prime all on the same side. Seeing as Indy is already practically a one man SG-1, Chewie has got to even the play field somewhat for the Goa'uld.
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You know, if Christian dogma included a ten-foot tall Jesus walking around in battle armor and smashing retarded cultists with a gaint mace, I might just convert - Noble Ire on Jesus smashing Scientologists
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SHHH! You'll ruin the surprise!Crazedwraith wrote:Two jars? ... Osiris and Isis? How soon 'till someone wanders over and finds Hathor?
I'm trying to create a semi-pulp SG universe, and to do that I need as many plot threads as I can get. America, England, and Nazis are all well and good, but Goa'uld Mafia opens up some useful possibilities, especially in an era where much of the public mistrusts the G-man more than the mobster.
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You kinda look like Jesus. With a lightsaber.- Peregrin Toker
You kinda look like Jesus. With a lightsaber.- Peregrin Toker
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CC, how would the Fate of Atlantis game fit in this? Ascension experiment gone bad? Orichalcum beads = alternate source for Naquada? 
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CaptainChewbacca
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That's been mentioned a few times, and I'm gonna go with Orichalcum = synthetic Naquadah.
However, given that FoA also happened in 1939, I'm going to let the Nazis find the 'earth' Atlantis, because Jones has been involved with the American stargate program.
However, given that FoA also happened in 1939, I'm going to let the Nazis find the 'earth' Atlantis, because Jones has been involved with the American stargate program.
Stuart: The only problem is, I'm losing track of which universe I'm in.
You kinda look like Jesus. With a lightsaber.- Peregrin Toker
You kinda look like Jesus. With a lightsaber.- Peregrin Toker