[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1756
Therians
Stargate

A random dialing of the address landed them here? Bobby mused as he scanned the landscape with a trained eye. Something about the world felt off. It wasn’t a feeling Oxford was used to having quite often. The air seemed too still, too quiet, the roads and the surrounding area looked like it had not been used for a long time. The shrubs were too tall and thick to even be maintained at all. There was something on the ground to tell that no one came this way at all. To him it was unusual that gate wasn’t used or at all. Most worlds they had some activity around the gate or the area maintained.

Turning to face the gate he looked at his team members, both who were now long-time members. It surprised him some days that the two were willing to stick by him regardless of his attitude and snark he had, not to mention a love affair in finding trouble. Right, now he was worried about his other troubles, his new wife and the baby. It wasn’t wise to keep her on active duty. He tipped his head towards Harper, “You thinking what I am?” he asked as he adjusted his weapons on his chest.

Looking at Warren, “Doctor Warren,” he called out to the third member, “did you find anything?” They had nothing in the database back in the base, but he knew Akash was working on finding anything to help them out. He hoped that the good yet quite Doctor found something of value to help them out. Right now, Bobby would take anything. Absently he played with the ring that was on his finger; it’s weight was almost foreign to him. A shotgun wedding was not something he would want Iz to remember. Once on earth, he just might give her a proper one. Otherwise he was certain his mother would be kicking to Hades and back. And Bobby hated to see his mother, upset.

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[Blake Warren]

1756
Theria
Stargate and Ruins

Blake was used to their standard order of march as he came out behind Harper and Oxford. The area had clearly overgrown with no human effort to keep nature back.

Plant life was still smoking where the wormhole's formation had disintegrated it as Blake navigated carefully over the broken stones.

"Well, the city's database didn't have any information on this address, and the conditions are safe. If nothing else it could make for a back-up or evac site."

Once Blake had level ground under his feet, he looked at the place with the eye of his knowledge.

"There's been no significant human traffic for a while. Humans trample down and clear vegetation, and the DHD over there is all but covered by brush. It's really unusual to see obvious disuse like this around a 'gate though in my experience."

He almost was willing to say the planet might be uninhabited, before he heard a sound he'd gotten very used to hearing living in San Francisco. A passenger jet flying overhead roared and Blake looked up.

"Or not an evac site. We've got to make contact, Captain. That plane's coming in for a landing, so we aren't that far from some kind of major hub."

About a mile and a half away, a police car was rolling down a highway, patrolling the controlled area within the groundspace of a regional airport.

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[Nick Harper]

1756
Therians
Stargate and Ruins

Another day another gate trip that took them to another planet. This time they stepped out into an empty overgrown field, at first glance Nick wondered where the deer stand was, because one would be perfectly at home in a place like this. “You thinking what I am?” Nick looked over to the Captain and shrugged, "They need some horses...or maybe a couple goats." Nick replied as he looked at the singed grass. Of course he had also noted the lack of activity around the Stargate, it seemed like the device had not been used in decades. 

"Well, the city's database didn't have any information on this address, and the conditions are safe. If nothing else it could make for a back-up or evac site."


Nick started moving the opposite direction of Blake, trying to find any sign of life to let them know that the planet was not totally abandoned, "There's been no significant human traffic for a while. Humans trample down and clear vegetation, and the DHD over there is all but covered by brush. It's really unusual to see obvious disuse like this around a 'gate though in my experience." 

"Don't we have a drone or two we could use to fly-" he was cut off by the sound of an airplane, a large airplane flying in low overhead. So maybe the planet wasn't entirely empty, "Or not an evac site. We've got to make contact, Captain. That plane's coming in for a landing, so we aren't that far from some kind of major hub." Nick turned to face the direction the plane had been going, "Shouldn't be a long walk that way, what do you want us to do Cap?" he asked. 

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[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1756
Therians
Stargate and Ruins

Bobby didn’t know whether to smack Harper or shake his head in reply. Instead he snorted at the reply that came out of the young Enlist, “They could do with more of them,” he agreed, but that wasn’t why he asked the man. Since Military did see things different to their civilian counterparts. And boy did the civvies see it differently, he mused as Warren spoke, “I thought we had the Alpha Site for that?” And took the steps down that met the path.

He listened as Blake went on about the immediate area, something he had already taken a note off when they arrived. Planets they had visited, the gate and its surrounding area was always kept immaculate but here it was the opposite. The area seemed to have been abandoned, walking over to the DHD, noting the dust layers and what seemed to be alien version of algae growing on the device, “I’ll say,” he looked at Harper, “I doubt this place has been used in years. Or even centuries.” It was also possible for it to be millenniums before anyone stepped around here. Running a finger over the center of the DHD, Bobby’s finger collected the dust, as he studied it before brushing it away, “I wonder what happened.” And how were they to find out? The Guards Officer wondered. His answer came in the sound of an airplane engine roaring cutting through the silent air that was around the gate. Looking up -himself- Bobby studied the fighter.

Aww crap.

When both men faced him, Bobby was bobbing his head as he though it over on what they could do. Deciding, “Harper take point,” he ordered, “we are going to make contact. Doctor Warren will act as the liaison.” Since the man wanted to make contact.

Joining Warren, “Next time doc,” he patted Blake’s shoulder, “be careful what you wish for. They pray they are friendlies.” If this was a bad idea, then it was a bad idea, since he was getting a bad feelings about this.

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[Blake Warren]

1757
Theria
Stargate and Ruins

Blake nodded absently. "Goats would certainly clear the brush. Mean though, we had two billies back home that were the most ornery creatures God ever made."

The MALP data had shown the area and that the DHD was intact. He walked toward and started to pull off the thick growth to expose the keys if he had to dial it quickly. "We'd have to hit back to Vedas. But I know we have that available."

Oxford responded to Blake speculating on a back-up site. Blake shrugged. "There's no such thing as too many fallback options, Captain. It could be useful to have somewhere to go that maybe the Asuras don't know about."

As they left toward the flight plan of the plane, Blake snorted. "Well, that is why we're doing this, isn't it? I can't be the only one that sees what a help a world like this seems to be could be to us supplying ourselves and not relying on Earth completely. Admittedly our usual trade gambits might not impress them, but there's always some kind of trade to find."

1815
Theria
Highway

The forest stopped too abruptly to be natural and Blake couldn't help but feel kind of excited at the prospect of a world that seemed parallel to Earth. Most of the worlds the SGC encountered where either significantly less advanced or infinitely more.

It was a seemingly small difference as he looked at the road markings. The colors were different. The lanes were painted with faded red and green, and the road material was a very pale sort of asphalt, if it was asphalt at all.

But it was a highway, one that had been made with machinery and not raw human labor, not a dirt track worn by feet and hooves and wagons to the gate.

The approaching sound of a car made Blake look up and try to wave it down.

He really wasn't thinking of what they actually looked like as he stepped up to next to Harper, ready to introduce the three of them to the locals and seek to speak someone in authority as the car applied their brakes.

That being three men in body armor with guns.

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[Nick Harper]

1815
Theria
Highway

When they got back to base the first thing Nick was doing was stripping down and checking himself for ticks and chiggers, even though he spent his childhood running through fields and playing in the woods behind his cousins house, he could not stand getting a tick on him, and you never knew if this planet had the insects in the first place or if they did, they were not some super alien version of the annoying Earth kind. 

SV-1's hike through the field and later woods was uneventful, then they reached the road...and that changed things because while it looked like they just walked upon a random road back on Earth, the colors were wrong..but at the same time it looked kind of right. So far the only threat they had come across were a few rocks that looked like they wanted to trip someone just for fun.

With the arrival of the car Nick was going to motion everyone back, just to be safe, but Dr. Warren was already moving up beside him his arm up in the arm to get whoever was driving the cars attention, as the car slammed on its breaks Nick reached over and pushed Blakes arm down, "Doc...what are you doing, far as we know waving your arm like that might mean some stupid insult." he said as he kept looking at the car, whoever was driving sure was taking their sweet time getting out. Nick had a feeling they were watching them, "I don't like this..." he muttered under his breath. 

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[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1815
Theria
Highway

First it had been Witwer and her rant about deer meat. Now Harper was pointing out the lack of goats. What was with everyone and four legged animals? Did Harper and Witwer had some sort of pact to drive him mad with it? Either way, he was going to hear about it. They walked as Blake talked. And all Bobby did was listen, half. His mind was occupied with the unknown of the people of his team was going to see. From what he could see so far, there wasn’t much to go on with it; from either side. The level of technology they had was something, Oxford knew that Earth had already surpassed. The planes looked like something from 1940’s. or early based on their design he saw. Yet he could also be wrong about his timeline. His knowledge of history was good as him cooking scrambled eggs for breakfast.

When the forest stopped, he looked at their surroundings. Picking up a stick he marked the spot on the tree before joining the other two men. The sudden change was stark from whole forest meeting the road that lead to civilisation. He looked in both directions for a sense in which they should walk. But the air that surround them gave him a bad feeling. He was about to tell Warren to pull back when he saw the man wave, his eyes following a bit more to see the vehicle approaching. Heard Harper's words, and mentally agreed. Soon the vehicle was coming to stop. He saw three men get out, each holding what appeared to be a rifle. He studied the weapon for split second, only to note that it wasn’t an automatic one. These people still had years to go on that front.

The man looked to be no older than Harper approached them, armed himself; the other two men were ready.  “Explain, ” he eyes met Bobby’s, as the Captain rose an eyebrow, “Why are you exiting from here. You three have taken the wrong route.”

Bobby’s eyes landed on his men, and gave them both a look that was asking an unspoken question. Where in the world had they gated to? "Cos....we got lost?" It was a reply, as well as a question, for his men to roll with it, if they wanted. "Everything looks the same."

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[Blake Warren]

1816
Highway
Theria

Blake accepted the role Nick played, but he gave him a look as the locals got out of the car. The state of disuse of the stargate suggested that travelers were rare here.

Combined with the obvious near-modern Earth advancement, it was close to a thought experiment the anthropologists at SGC had done to kill time one day. How to make first contact with Earth. But they had an overarcing goal, the aim of every mission and Blake stepped forward. He had an eye on the locals' own weapons and kept his own hand away from his pistol. He could reach for it fast enough if he needed to anyway without hovering his hand at the M9's butt.

The three natives looked like maybe cops? Airport security? Blake cleared his throat and set out to introduce the team. "I'm sorry, we didn't know. We're not exactly from around here. We're travelers, explorers. I'm Dr. Blake Warren, Captain Bobby Oxford, and Staff Sergeant Nick Harper."

One of the three airport cops spoke, slightly lowering his weapon. "You're exploring, the airport?"

"Well, not intentionally. We came through your stargate, it's just back there in the woods. We don't know we were in the airport's footprint until we saw your planes."

All that was back in the woods was some old ruins that despite the best efforts of the university, were going to be destroyed to expand the airport and build a new terminal to satisfy an ever-increasing level of air traffic.He nodded though, being kind of glad to have recently completed required training on dealing with mentally compromised subjects. "The stargate, right. Where did you come from through the stargate?"

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[Nick Harper]

1816
Highway
Theria

Blake stepped forward, Nick kept his eyes on the two officers, watching for any sign of hostile movement as the anthropologist introduced the team. "I'm sorry, we didn't know. We're not exactly from around here. We're travelers, explorers. I'm Dr. Blake Warren, Captain Bobby Oxford, and Staff Sergeant Nick Harper." when his name was mentioned he gave the two other men a friendly smile.

"You're exploring, the airport?"

Nick nodded with everyone else, "Well, not intentionally. We came through your stargate, it's just back there in the woods. We don't know we were in the airport's footprint until we saw your planes." overgrown ruins in the middle of an airport, that was something he had yet to see before. People sure do pick weird places to stick a Stargate, or did they pick weird places to build airports. "The stargate, right. Where did you come from through the stargate?" the way the man asked his question got Nicks attention, it almost sounded like he doubted SV-1's story, yet they had walked through the Stargate. "Yeah...the Stargate...you know the giant metal structure a little ways back, its a circle with some weird symbols around the edge, when it is activated it looks like a pool of water... based on the guys reaction neither had no idea what he was talking about, great.

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[Blake Warren]

1817
Highway
Theria

It wasn't totally unheard of to run into planets that weren't heavy users of their stargate. Harper was trying to explain the stargate itself as Blake answered the officer's question. "We're from Vedas, seeking out trade and friendship. You obviously haven't used your gate in a long time."

Harper was explaining about the gate but Blake felt sure that wasn't going to help. The officer nodded. "It sounds like something from some very old stories of ours."

"Right, exactly! We don't know much about your address, what do you call your planet?"

"We're all on Theria."

"Thank you. Is there a local mayor or leader we could speak with?"

"We can take you to speak with the mayor. I'm Security Officer Naral. Do you have your own- No, can we take you to see Mayor Hinden?"

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[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1817
Highway
Theria

Thing was no mission ever went to plan. That was something he was well familiar with. He had a gut feeling that this was going to go the same way. He hated with his gut feeling turned out to be true most of the time. With Blake leading the whole thing, he would follow. He nodded, "We can try not taking much of his time," Bobby added. He belatedly frown when it hit him that Harper called him Bobby Oxford. Once this mission was over, they would have a nice chat on the use of this name. At the same time it amused him. Coming from Harper, he should have expected it. 

He gave a go ahead to get in the vehicle, "how far is the town from here?" He asked as he looked around, "Civil War?" At least from the way things looked to him. This whole thing felt something right out of the history books. Living the history took a new meaning altogether. 

1845
Local Town
Theria

The drive had been very much quiet. The landscape stayed more or less the same. With few patches of lights glowing from houses they has past on the their way. Population was high as they had on Earth. But he suspected it would over time as well. Their tech was still very behind with their, but they were behind in the same from the Ancients. Most of the tech they were only able to use due to the ATA gene. 

Soon they followed Security Officer Naral and company. Inside a building, only to be told to wait, while the other two men fetched the Mayor. As explained, it was supper time. Bobby wondered why they couldn't have chosen a different time to gate to the damn planet. 

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[Blake Warren]

1846
Nurse's Station
State Insane Asylum
Local Town
Theria

Having parked the otherwise-cooperative madmen, Naral went to the nurse's station. Ciana, the head nurse, looked up. "Officer Naral, right?"

Naral laid his badge on the desk for Ciana. "That's correct. I need to get a Invol psych hold for three male adults. Approximate ages from late twenties to mid forties. Non-violent so far, but heavily armored and armed and delusional. We're going to try to get them to put down their firearms. We only shoot sick people if we have to."

"Dr. Radon will need to know what sort of delusions to handle them, Naral." Ciana brought up the hospital's intake system. "Names and presented symptoms."

Naral hauled out his cop's notebook. "Umm, Blake Warren, Bobby Oxford, Nick Harper. If you'll medicate them back to sanity, the department will try to find the next of kin. They think they're, well, aliens. From another planet."

Ciana blinked. "That's, actually a sort of new presentation of crazy around here, Officer. Congratulations, the medical staff will be laughing about this one for a week or two. But nothing we can't handle, Dr. Radon is a very skilled practitioner and he's recently studied with Dr. Melnis on new surgical procedures for treating insanity, very cutting edge techniques."

Naral pocketed his badge. "They're at the back intake of the hospital, my partner and I didn't want them to see the signage, we thought they'd turn violent if they did."

Ciana nodded and pointed to a nurse. "Good thinking, the crazy are unfortunately quite violent. Evia, go get Dr. Melnis and Dr. Radon. And notify the residents that Dr. Melnis will be demonstrating his new lobotomy techniques tonight on an intake after supper. And get on the buzzer for orderlies, I don't think a few ladies like all of us can wrestle down crazies like those."

Evia got up to go to the Head Doctor's office. "Are we also expecting the public? It is Penny-Day for admission, I think my little brother would love to watch."

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1847
Back Foyer of State Asylum
Local Town
Theria

Blake was looking around the design of the city hall they'd been brought too. "A lot of natural materials, no real evidence of building with synthetics or more processed like particle board, plywood, mineral fiber, or fiberglass in the ceilings. The ceiling is wood, the walls are wood, the supports for the ceiling are stone." Blake looked at their Therian escorts. "Excuse me, while we're waiting to speak with the mayor, how old is your city hall here?"

"It's a pretty new building, Doctor, actually." The officer looked between the three of them. "I think they built the new city hall within the past ten years."

The sound of footsteps tapped on the stone floor as Naral returned. "If you will just follow me, Mayor Hinden will see you. I have to ask that you leave your arms here, for security purposes and the mayor's protection, of course, I believe you'll understand the necessity, Captain."

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[Nick Harper]

1847
Back Foyer of State Asylum
Local Town
Theria


"A lot of natural materials, no real evidence of building with synthetics or more processed like particle board, plywood, mineral fiber, or fiberglass in the ceilings. The ceiling is wood, the walls are wood, the supports for the ceiling are stone."

Nick looked around and nodded at Blakes observations, "Yep, it is a building alright." he muttered in response, he was not an architect so he really could not judge the Therians on their choice of building materials. What he could remark on was the odd design of the building itself, for a town hall it sure gave off a weird vibe, least to him that is.

At the sounds of footsteps on the stone started approaching them Nick turned and watched as Naral returned,  "If you will just follow me, Mayor Hinden will see you. I have to ask that you leave your arms here, for security purposes and the mayor's protection, of course, I believe you'll understand the necessity, Captain." the security measures were understandable, his right hand lightly resting on the gun strapped to his chest, Nick eyed the officer for a moment before glancing to Captain Oxford, "Your call, sir." Nick said quietly. 

[Blake Warren]

2200
Patient Room #149
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Patient 149-B had been sedated for the past two hours after fighting back when the orderlies had taken their shot and tackled the insane men and managed to disarm them. Ciana was doing her rounds on the floor for the delusional and the psychotic.

Ronder, a male orderly, was standing in the doorway, ready in case the sedatives had worn off as Ciana checked 149-B's vitals. Sure, the names of A and B 149 had been scrawled hastily on medical charts after they'd been sedated and hospitalized, but it didn't matter that much now. The man stirred and Ciana stepped back, but held up her hand to stop the orderly. "You, stay there."

Ronder raised his eyebrow. "149-B here thinks he's from another planet, Ciana."

"And they haven't hurt anyone." Ciana turned back to her patient as he woke up fully and pulled at the leather four-point.

The light hurt, his body hurt from being tackled by the mayor's guards. His head hurt, and everything hurt. Blake pulled at the leather. Hospital bed? The woman smiled as she wrapped her hand around his wrist. "Well, good evening. How are we feeling?"

His memory was a bit fuzzy, SV-1 had been downed and after that he couldn't put his finger on what had happened. But he tried anyway, to fix whatever diplomatic snafu they'd gotten into. Probably the captain's fault. "There's been some kind of misunderstanding, we're sorry if we violated any of your customs-"

Ronder rolled his eyes and spoke, as Blake put the pieces together. "Ciana, just give him chlorpromazine. The doctors will be performing surgery in the morning anyway."

Surgery? Blake pulled harder. He recognized that drug. It was one of the older meds that Anna had used to use, when Steve had been a child. And hadn't in a good thirty years. The nurse at his bedside was prepping a needle. "Wait, wait, please. You don't believe us, do you?"

She smiled gently. "Of course we do."

Blake started to hyperventilate as she slid rubber tubing around his bicep and pulled it tight, then flicked her fingers expertly against the crook of his elbow. "Please don't, we're not delusional." As she tapped away the air in the syringe and managed to get one of his rolling veins up, Blake kept going. "Don't, don't."

The small prick of the syringe was almost immediately followed by the fuzzy feeling of the Thorazine.

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[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

2200
Patient Room #148
New Sadra State Asylum
Theria

Bobby stirred awake with a heavy head that almost felt like a hangover. Yet he knew that wasn’t the case. Ever since coming to Vedic Galaxy, he had made a point of not drinking the night before he was due for missions. Every since he sat in Matt’s chair while the man had been MIA, Bobby had been slowly turning sober. Now with a second child on the way as well a new wife, he was on fast track to being even more sober than before.

He tried to move and found that he wasn’t able to do so. In fact, he looked down, he was actually strapped into a jacket, so tightly that it would be impossible for him to free himself. All because he had taken of few guards bare hand and possibly broken their noses as well. Booby had no regret on that front. His team was under attack and he wasn’t going to sit back and let it happen. Sighing he let his head fall back on the pillow. Now that he was strapped there was little he could for Nick and Blake. He tried to move again, knowing it was futile, he had to try anyway. His team needed him.

“Wasting energy,” one of the guards shook his head as he set a pink coloured drink on the table, “the more you try the tighter it will get. We don’t want you dead.”

Bobby scoffed, “Placing us here is enough to kill us. When it’s apparent that your people have decided we are already insane. Qui?” he looked at large man, “Ne nous voulons pas morts, mon cul.” (Don't want us dead, my a$$)

The guard simple stared at the Bobby, “Uh…..qui?” the man had no idea what else Bobby was voicing.

2200
Historical Archives
Theria

“Where did you say these people were from?” the glasses went from their position to the tip of the nose. The man was only 4 feet 4 inches tall. But still had a air of authority around him when he spoke.

“They said they came through a ring…” the mayor told him, “that travels to other worlds. According to them ours isn’t that far away.”

“Hmmmm,” he looked deep in thought, “What if what they are saying is true? What if there is such device? I came across some papers…. Many years old, mentions a device that was used to travel.”

“Travel?” the mayor looked baffled, “I don’t recall such device being used in my lifetime. They were stories for children. Made up.”

“I’m yet to delve further Mr Mayor. I need time, but first I must speak to these ...people, Where are they at the moment?” A gaze pierced into the man.

Looking uncomfortable, “New Sadra State Asylum,” he replied. Only to see the anger flare from the short man, “I...I can take you there.”

“YOU SEND THEM THERE??” He shook his head, “Branded them insane? My dear mayor, what if these men are visitors from other worlds and not our own people?” What impression would that give their visitors? The historian shook his head again and paced, “No, no, no…. Before any drastic measures are taken, I must speak with them. You have not ordered anything to be done to them….have you?” Seeing the expression, “Take me to them ...right way. Mar,” he called out the another historian, “Can you please ensure that nothing goes wrong to the men our mayor has….” he trailed off. “I shall be there soon.”

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