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Galileo's Burden, Phase Alpha: Bungle in the Jungle
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Stacy's voice rang out through the corridors of the ship, announcing that a message had been received and would be played on the Obs Deck momentarily.
The message was patched through a few minutes later, shown on a holographic screen. It was shot in very poor video, from a very old communicator frequency.
A woman wearing a blue veil over her face appears on the screen. She speaks in a soft and cultured voice, bowing deeply before she begins.
“Greetings to the crew and command of the Transmigration 9. My name is Reda, revered mother of the village of Avania III on the planet Orya."
Reda pauses, bowing once more before removing her veil and revealing the face of a beautiful humanoid woman.
"It… pains me to ask for the help of outsiders, when we have so little to offer in return, but I beg of you. Please aid us. My people are becoming sickened by an ailment we have never seen before. It seems to come differently for all who suffer from it... some have fevers, some strange dreams, some begin to speak madness while awake. But no matter how it develops, they grow weary. Their faith weakens and they die, disgraced and turned from the eyes of the great goddess Avani."
Reda folds her hands together, frowning worriedly. "I have heard of your ship's great deeds even in such a small and isolated planet as Orya. Though I am hardly worthy of asking, I know there is no one better to ask for a favor such as this. What I ask is for… those who have knowledge."
"My people know little of the universe outside their village. They do not know what you know in the ways of medicine. Our shamans are not equipped to deal with a threat of this magnitude. We seek those who can help us ease our suffering. We have little to give in return for your help, but what we have is faith… enlightenment and enrichment of the soul, which we will gladly share with those who come to visit us."
Reda smiled softly, shaking her head. "I will understand if you deny my request. I ask much of you and cannot give much myself, but should you assist us, I will do what I can to help you. I will see to it personally that those who come to our help are taken care of and shown the greatest hospitality. My own Chosen soldiers will protect them, and if they should help us in our time of need, I will do everything in my power to aid your efforts against the Ohm. You have my word as a devout child of Avani."
The revered mother bows once more, kneeling down before the camera. "I will be happy to speak with you if you require more information. Please... I beg of you, help my people."
Stacy's voice rang out through the corridors of the ship, announcing that a message had been received and would be played on the Obs Deck momentarily.
The message was patched through a few minutes later, shown on a holographic screen. It was shot in very poor video, from a very old communicator frequency.
A woman wearing a blue veil over her face appears on the screen. She speaks in a soft and cultured voice, bowing deeply before she begins.
“Greetings to the crew and command of the Transmigration 9. My name is Reda, revered mother of the village of Avania III on the planet Orya."
Reda pauses, bowing once more before removing her veil and revealing the face of a beautiful humanoid woman.
"It… pains me to ask for the help of outsiders, when we have so little to offer in return, but I beg of you. Please aid us. My people are becoming sickened by an ailment we have never seen before. It seems to come differently for all who suffer from it... some have fevers, some strange dreams, some begin to speak madness while awake. But no matter how it develops, they grow weary. Their faith weakens and they die, disgraced and turned from the eyes of the great goddess Avani."
Reda folds her hands together, frowning worriedly. "I have heard of your ship's great deeds even in such a small and isolated planet as Orya. Though I am hardly worthy of asking, I know there is no one better to ask for a favor such as this. What I ask is for… those who have knowledge."
"My people know little of the universe outside their village. They do not know what you know in the ways of medicine. Our shamans are not equipped to deal with a threat of this magnitude. We seek those who can help us ease our suffering. We have little to give in return for your help, but what we have is faith… enlightenment and enrichment of the soul, which we will gladly share with those who come to visit us."
Reda smiled softly, shaking her head. "I will understand if you deny my request. I ask much of you and cannot give much myself, but should you assist us, I will do what I can to help you. I will see to it personally that those who come to our help are taken care of and shown the greatest hospitality. My own Chosen soldiers will protect them, and if they should help us in our time of need, I will do everything in my power to aid your efforts against the Ohm. You have my word as a devout child of Avani."
The revered mother bows once more, kneeling down before the camera. "I will be happy to speak with you if you require more information. Please... I beg of you, help my people."
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"Well!" The Doctor fished about both for something to say and a handkerchief that...right, okay. No handkerchiefs in his trouser pockets. The Doctor settled for ducking his head back into the water and giving it a good shake, splashing the kids and Daniel. "That explains the face. Allergies, probably? Try the finger under the nose, I've always found that works!"
The Doctor prepared himself for this time to jump back out of the way if Daniel wasn't quite done with sneezing and he was surprised he hadn't noticed the human's red nose. He'd assumed it was a minor sunburn. The Oryan kids clustered around the Doctor and Daniel, curious all over again to these strangers to the village. One of them reached out and began to pick at Daniel's belt loops, as if she was trying to sort out why he had such complicated, bland looking clothing.
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He wished it was as easy as a finger under the nose. A finger under the nose didn't stop the pollen though, not even close. Now a gas mask or something on the other hand, now that was might actually do something. Or better yet, his antihistamines. Or while he was at it, just not having these allergies in the first place.
Put it this way, if wishes were money, he might actually have a decent car. One that didn't feel like it was going to stall every time he went up to the SGC.
It felt like he had the sniffles under control. Daniel looked down at the Oryan tugging at a belt loop. It seemed to bore her after a moment, because she started playing the adjustment strap on his duffel bag. He returned his attention to the Doctor. "Sorry. I didn't mean to..." he gestured towards his face. He noticed the mess across his glasses then.
Great, he'd also gotten sneeze and now ocean water on his glasses. Exasperated, Daniel removed his glasses, pulling at a section of his BDU to clean them off. The reaction that followed was both immediate and startling. The move sent the children scattering, some of them with cries of fear, some with surprise. The archaeologist suddenly found himself with a ten foot radius that was free of Oryans. A few had remained, hiding behind the Doctor's legs.
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Squinting through his wet hair, the Doctor peered first at Daniel and then at the children, trying to sort out just why, exactly, the children would react like there was a big shovel-tusked monster barreling down the dirt path toward them. There was a disappointing lack of shovel-tusked anything -- monster or not -- and the Doctor was left at a loss at what could have caused them to react like there was a whole herd of them.