trans_9 | Research, it's fun. [open]

So. Daniel had been aboard the ship for a while now. He'd mostly kept to himself while he got a good idea of how things ran. Or at least, what was expected of the 'chosen.' He had finally gotten the barrings of the basics. Now it was time to do his own research.

He walked the various halls of Stacy. Stopping here and there to make notes in a portable recorder that was in his belongings. To the unobservant it appears he's talking to himself... which... well, frankly that's not that far from the truth. He's spent his entire academic career with no one listening.

"The construction is clearly... organic in origin. Meaning whoever built this was either a highly highly advanced human civilization that--that evolved outside of the influences of known technological influences. Or..." A heavy sigh as he rested a hand on one of the walls, "... a yet unknown alien race. Which... isn't all that comforting, either."

He paused his recording and looked thoughtful for a time. After a second he resumed, "From what I can gather none of the original crew remain. Nearly all trace of them has been... well... put under 'restricted access' by 'Stacy.'"

"Anyway, as near as I can tell this ship was designed for the relocation of an entire civilization... But if the original crew all died out. Well.. one can only assume this 'Stacy' started to improvise."

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"Heh, for a second I thought you were talking to yourself instead of into that recorder," says a Latino teenager, sneaking up on Daniel. He happened to be the one at that giant meeting that transformed into a blue, armored thing, though Daniel may not have seen that.

Oddly, he's wearing normal clothes, unlike the rest of the crew, jeans, sneakers, and a button down shirt.

"Yeah... uh... it wouldn't be the first time someone did," Daniel barely looked away from a part of the ship he was examining. He adds another quick note, "The construction does seem remarkably similar to Ronon's description of Wraith ships."

That last note out of the way he finally turned to look at who was speaking, "Ah, I'm Daniel Jackson..." he holds out a hand.

"Jaime Reyes," Jaime says, shaking his hand. "Annnd you are definitely new, I'm guessing. I'd have noticed someone else that seems to talk to themselves as much as I seem to do it all the time."

"...Yes. Fairly new," he gestured vaguely to the wall behind him, "...taking notes. About..." he raised a hand to indicate the ship itself, "..this place."

Sawyer was moving through hallway, making his way up from his adopted space down in the Vatican to the mess hall to get some grub when he passed by the geek in the glasses. ~~Never mind that Sawyer was supposed to be wearing them himself.~~

"Oh, great," he scowled after listening to Daniel talking to himself. "As if things weren't crazy enough 'round here, Stacy's decided to empty out the cuckoo's nest."

Daniel paused and held up his recorder, "Just... taking notes." He words don't have a defensive nature about them. He's used to being called crazy.

"Notes?" Sawyer repeated, still looking at Daniel as if the man had clearly flipped his lid. "What the hell 'round here is there to take down? You been kidnapped onto a giant space lung and it's trying to kill you. It's kill or be killed around here. Seems pretty straight-forward to me..."

Daniel is used to being thought of as crazy, his whole life in fact, "Well... there's a bit more to it than that," he held up a hand.

"Just... Just think about it. This ship, whatever it is, it was designed for a purpose... probably not killing. I think that part's a malfunction," Daniel is on a bit on a roll here, "Anyway... figure that part out... its purpose and malfunction... we should be able gain enough control over this ship to get out of here."

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"Oh yeah?" Sawyer replied. "And who ya plan on havin' fly this bucket of belly-fat anyway?"

"Well... actually, we don't need to fly it. Just correct the error... that's--that's the theory anyway," Daniel doesn't look entirely sure about that himself but... at least it's something.

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"Really? Well, that's just brilliant," Sawyer dismissed with his heavy, biting sarcasm. "And then what? The nice, kidnapping ship is just gonna take us home? Right. Our luck she'll probably sell us off as slaves to Jabba the Hutt in exchange for a brand new pair of tires."

Daniel just smiled in the face of sarcasm, it does something to improve his mood oddly enough, "Well... actually... it's more getting it to set us down on a planet with a Stargate," he glanced over the walls, "We could get home from there... well, to earth at least."

He then let out a sigh, "Though... I still have no idea where we are in the universe. That part is still a problem. We could be outside any known 'gate network."

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"I take it you didn't get the memo," Sawyer replied. "Most of us aren't even from your universe. So getting us all to a planet with a Stargate to get us back to your ain't gonna do us a whole hell of a lot of good."

"Normally... You'd be right," he raised a finger and smiled, "But... that's where the Quantum Mirror comes in. It's this artifact we found on P3R-233... it was literally a gateway into other alternate dimensions." He waved a hand after that, "Supposedly the military destroyed the mirror after... some people came through.. uh... it's a long story. Anyway... knowing the military... I would bet they didn't actually destroy the mirror. It wouldn't be the first time they've done something like that."

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Sawyer understood a whole lot of NONE of that.

"Who the hell are you, Geek Boy?" he asked, staring--once again--at Daniel like her were crazy as a loon.

Daniel is used to being thought of as crazy and not taken seriously. He barely bats an eye, "I'm Daniel Jackson. I uh... I'm an archeologist." He does know that doesn't explain too much, "I work for Stargate Command.... we uh--" he shifted a little, "We've dealt with weird things like this before..."

Ronon was on a jog when he spotted Dr Jackson... talking to himself? On second inspection, he realised he must have been recording something with the device in his hand. Mr Woolsey gave Ronon one of those devices too in an attempt to get Ronon to do mission reports. He smirked at that memory.

He stops jogging just as he reaches Daniel. "What are you up to Doctor Jackson?"

Daniel is no longer startled by Ronon's size. He pauses, "Well, I'm..." he sighs at the wall he was looking at, "I'm trying to understand this ship's original purpose..."

He wiggles the recorder, "...just taking notes. It helps me to think."

(( OOC: holy crap i just realised i still owed you this tag o.O;a O.o;a ))

"Original purpose?" His tone was an inquisitive one. It was helpful to know that stuff so they could get more of an idea of how threatening this place was. It was good to know some people on this ship were focused.

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