trans_9 | Archaeology, Natural Disasters and You [Closed]

Taleen was one of the most desolate planets Daniel had ever been to, and he'd been all across the globe and then some. Then again, most of the planets he'd actually gone to, the Goa'uld had helped terraform it to support conditions for their slaves.

It didn't look like anyone had tried to terraform Taleen. Or if they had, the results were long gone. The initial scans reported back that the planet was a bombarded from orbit by a massive meteor shower, almost like clockwork. If it weren't for the fact that they'd picked up residual energy from the planet, or the ruins, Daniel wouldn't have risked it. The fact that something had survived all these years was enough to make it worth a look. And it would be a downright crime if this site wiped out without any investigation.

Stepping down the ramp, Daniel took a moment to actually look around. He could feel his eyes drying out already in the arid heat, the sun baking the earth under his feet. Not so much endless sand dunes like Abydos, Taleen appeared to be made up of rock and bleached grass plains, and a massive canyon that sliced into the earth. It looked like it could go on for miles. Several cracked buildings and statues, desolate and abandoned, rose up from the ground like silent sentinels. Or giant tombs.

He was all but bouncing on his toes. Daniel could practically smell it. After being swept up as a hostage for a religious fanatic, and then the mess with Galilee and the terrorists, this was like a breath of fresh air. Well... it probably wasn't fresh. It felt kind of thin. Stale. There was a stifling sensation to the air, as if it was trapped in and recycling in on itself, and there was a good chance that he was breathing in hundreds year old remains... but that was neither here nor there. The point was that this was what he lived and breathed. Not tactical maneuvers or getting shot at. Not treating a gun like a loved one. No politicians or officials from the Pentagon breathing down their necks.

Daniel looked back at the alien crew that was starting to pour from the ship, carrying crates. The crew, for lack of a better word (he wasn't sure what they were called, only that the Doctor seemed to have some familiarity with them. He wasn't calling them "bugs") were something Daniel was going to be eternally grateful for. Having extra hands on a dig was always a plus, and especially at this one. The last thing Daniel wanted to do with his limited time was spend precious time on the camp. Unfortunately, he couldn't take off, even though everything in him wanted to get started. Daniel began to help unload.

As digs went, this was going to be the fastest one he'd ever been involved in. Most of the time, the digs he'd been on had been limited to certain conditions, like a dwindling budget, how short the volunteer's patience was, how long those very volunteers were willing to stay, and weather or in some cases, warlords in the area. He'd never had to worry about a meteor bombardment on their heads.

[He can be found at any location wandering around]

Edited 2011-09-16 12:42 (UTC)

Cassie had never done anything like this before, but she was eager to begin. Who knew what kind of mysteries they might find beneath the ground? There was so much that could potentially be learned here and that was a pleasant thought.

She'd brought some tools out with her, mostly various size shovels and brushes, to help with the excavation, but, as she laid out her tools, she found herself very nervous. What if she did something wrong? Deciding quickly that it might be best to ask for advice, she looked around. A man that she didn't recognize was approaching, so she smiled and called to him. "Hello? Sir?"

(OOC: If I'm doing this wrong then please let me know. Thanks.)