[Grant Fulcur]

1610
Overlook - East Entrance to Fort
Sontiput
Assam

"Three maybe four hundred meters!" she called out, lifting her head up she glanced at the trees around them and then below, "And you have a slight breeze coming from the south."

Grant blinked his left eye, which was not on the scope, to confirm her wind readings and adjusted his shot to the left a hair, into the wind, adjusted the scope and put the needle right at where the beasts neck would be; it would either be a chest shot or a head shot given Izzy's ballpark. Let's see what this armored monstrosity thinks of the XM109's armor piercing grenade rounds, Grant thought.

"Plug your ears," He said quietly to Izzy as he breathed in deep, then breathed out. Halfway through his exhale, he squeezed the trigger ever so lightly.

WHAM! The impact of the high-caliber short-recoil barrel pushing back against his shoulder nearly picked him up off of the ground, and the sound of the massive cartridge's super-sonic flight was deafening. Grant opened his left eye just in time to see a large puff of smoke burst from the beasts head and the tall being fly backwards into the now closing door, bouncing off of it and landing face first on the ground just as the first echoes of the shot rang around the canyon and back to their position. Grant chambered another round and scanned the compound below for movement through the dust kicked up by his first shot; if the Northern post was anything to go by, there would be a few guards to clean up. Some shifting caught his eye and Grant scoped in on the culprit.

What he saw sent the fire of fear through his veins for the first time since he joined the CIA; the creature was moving. It wasn't just moving, it was getting up. "Oh SH!T!" Grant said vehemently under his breath. Only in the SGC would a round meant to stop an M1 Abrams (for Christ's sake) simply stagger a tall, armored warrior.

"Ok, Izzy...I'm out of ideas." Grant said, looking over the stock of the sniper rifle at his civilian counterpart while trying to disguise his terror, "Any suggestions?"

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OOC: Nearly Invincible guards confirmed...

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1600- 1615
Sonitpur
Assam
South Wing

He could only watch as the water flew out. Before he could make any movement he was knocked over by the strong flow of it to his knees and drowsed in water head to toe. What the hell was this new twist so far. At least -he shook the water out his hair- he had his 'catch' of the whole thing and why the door was an easy open. Shining the light at the raising water, he struggle to think, and the was ..... With a sigh, he looked at his team member, "We drown," he replied by hotly as he eyes scanned, "We move forward, and pray we make out alive." Insanely towards the flow of the water was coming from.

From this point he was going to fly by the seat of his pant and guess. Tucking his weapon securely, he ran his hands over the wall to test for grip, noting it was reasonable, he moved forward. Raising water was concern, but getting out alive was even more as he kept his hold on the edges of the bricks tighter after slipping back into the water. After some time of moving, his hand nearly went through a brick what was loose and he thought he heard something, "You hear that?" he hoped that his hearing wasn't playing tricks on him over the sound of the water that was flowing.

Upon further investigation, he found it to be a access to the trap door, perhaps a little further ahead, "Looks like we might make out alive. Injured but alive." But kept moving. And he was going to find ways to make the Admiral -pay. Once he was back at the base.

After that it was Malhotra next. He wanted to do this.

<<Tag: Lequana Ka'ti of Partho, Nick Harper, Blake Warren, Steve Hamrick, Grant Fulcur and Isabelle Cooper>>

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1610-1615
West Route to Fort
Sonitput
Assam

Fiala stayed close beside Blake's shoulder keeping am eye on the footsteps of the followers behind them, with hope they'd stay ahead of them and remaining unnoticed if they haven't already been spotted. She had never been one for believing in luck, but for some reason she had her fingers crossed that everything would go as planned and that bad feeling she had was nothing. The biggest threat at the moment was from behind as they moved down the corridors.

"You know, I can't say for sure yet, but I think I'm recognizin' some of the layout. If I'm right, there should be a doorway to the central sanctuary over down that left corridor and to the right should lead to another courtyard area like we just came up in. If she's anywhere, it'd be the central sanctuary. The center of a place is easier to secure, right?"

As they moved Fiala did her best to keep her eyes ahead of them plus behind them and as Blake finished talking she replied,

" OK Blake lets keep moving, as we've no time to stop."

Fiala pointed forward listening to the footsteps as they grew closer by the second. As they proceeded back down the corridor Fiala paused keeping an eye back as the silhouette of figures began to appear on the far wall, no sooner had she turned her head did Blake wave her through and with that she jumped to lead to hurry themselves up. No sooner as they stepped into the courtyard did the echoes of what sounded like one dame big peacock fill the courtyard.

"Fiala, we might just have a problem.

" Were not stopping for a KFC anyway it's just a bird. We got to keep moving there's troops behind us, "

As if waiting for Fiala to finish talking a gun shot could be heard echoing off the walls. She turned to Blake and could tell by his face this Peacock noise was something more than just bad. The noise grew louder clearly a sign this Peacock was nearing there location.

" Whats got you spooked over a Peacock?"

As doors behind her automatically closed she heard a locking sound followed by a red light over the door, clearly now the only way was forward towards this peacock. For the second time in her she felt deaths hand close and trying to brush it off wasn't working.

" Blake stay behind me, remember your the bishop, I'm the pawn and the pawn always goes first. Also Keep the radio close, anything that happens make sure you pass are findings.

Fiala's eyes were locked ahead knowing something was about to happen.

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[Isabelle Cooper]

1610
Overlook - East Entrance to Fort
Sontiput
Assam

"Plug your ears,"

Keeping herself propped up on her elbows she pressed her palms to her ears, it did little to lessen the loud explosive sound from the gun. She flinched as Grant pulled the trigger. With her ears still ringing she quickly looked back through the range finder to see if the shot did anything; the first thing she saw was the beasts head laying on the ground seperated from its body. 

Isabelle smiled. They had taken the thing down! She turned her head to congratulate Grant on a job well done, her happy expression quickly vanished as she heard him swear, "What is it?" she asked as she looked once again down to where the monster guard should have been laying. Except he wasn't. Her jaw dropped as she watched it get back up with little effort since it was missing a head. 

"Ok, Izzy...I'm out of ideas." Slowly she lifted her head and looked over at him, "Any suggestions?" The fact that he was admitting he was out of suggestions did nothing for the fear she felt right then, but he was probably feeling the same way. It was clear in his eyes. "I-um.." now was not the time to start stammering, taking a deep breath she pressed her eye back to the eye piece of the rangefinder. The creature was back on it's feet, and seemed mad that he did not have a head anymore. "Go for the legs." she told him after a moment, lifting her head she looked back to him, "It's close to three hundred meters now...that could work!" take out the legs and then the thing couldn't walk, which could give them more time to figure something else out.

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[Nick Harper]

1615
Sonitpur
Assam
South Wing

The water was now up to his waist and quickly rising, he had a managed to get his footing, which was good because it gave them a chance to figure out what to do next. "We drown," Bobby replied, moving his arm to keep his flashlight above the water Nick gave the man a "what the hell?!" look; he wasn't about to drown in some tunnel.  "We move forward, and pray we make out alive." he liked that answer better. 

They started down the tunnel, trying to find someway out. After a few minutes they found it after Bobby lost his grip on the wall and slipped. As the Coastie investigated what looked like a door of some sort, "Looks like we might make out alive. Injured but alive." Nick grabbed Bobbys vest again, the water was now up to his chest, and even higher on Bobby. "I'll take injured." he told him as he pushed him in forward, injured and beat to hell was better than cold and stiff, buried six feet under. "

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1615-1625
Sonitpur
Assam
South Wing

Going further, Bobby looked for the door entry he had heard earlier opening. Keeping the light on the wall he moved forward all while his taller than him team member kept a firm hold on him via vest he wore. Finding the entry he tipped his head towards the door and entered. Water was flowing inside as well. This area was more in dark than the one they came from. But it was the light that was coming from above he decide to follow.

"Up" he mouthed before he moved, unaware that from behind them a layer of stone that was build over eons was cracking, and their arrival had woke the occupant up from the slumber. Arriving in what seems large open hallway he could feel a gust of wind brushing him as well light curtains in yellow and blue swayed in the with the movements. The white column and their edges were painted gold. For some odd reason, Oxford was thinking real gold. Then again it would seem fitting.

Still with his gun aimed, he waited for Harper as he noted a puddle of water near by. Frowning at it he moved to investigate it. As he inched closer, he noticed a figure forming out of it. Before his brain could react, he found the end of a arrow near his heart. And a woman dressed in white garments stood towering over him. The height was supported by the small water fountain beneath her feet. Her gazed was intense and fully of icy.

"LEAVE," she bellowed out, "OR DIE." Like everything around them, her hair and garment swayed with the wind.

"Love to, but can't," he smiled as he quickly changed tactics, "We are here on the orders of Mahadev."

"LIES," she spoke, "The great lord is in slumber." She pressed the end arrow harder.

"Ow," he winced, "Stop that and move that thing away before you spear me." The only reply was a more pressure on the skin, "We arrived from another galaxy. Our arrival woke the man up. Lion skin skirt is so out of fashion."

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"We are the Tau'ri." He snapped as the pain was now intense, "Who are you?"

"The Tau'ri?" The anger dimmed a little but never faded, "But...." It was then she realised it ther was another with him. "I'm Ganga."

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[Grant Fulcur]

1615-1625
Overlook - East Entrance to Fort
Sontiput
Assam

"Go for the legs." she told him after a moment, lifting her head she looked back to him, "It's close to three hundred meters now...that could work!"

Grant looked back down the scope, making the necessary adjustments; it was worth a shot. "Firing," he said, and pulled the trigger. Grant waited for the recoil to return control of the gun to him and looked back down the sights in time to see the monolith spiraling off into the trees sans one leg, which had simply shattered on impact. As Grant followed the body into the trees, he saw soldiers flooding out of the trees; at least 20 of them running full-bore towards their location. Then Grant saw something out of the corner of his scope and flicked the gun towards the doorway again. But there was nothing there.

Grant's heartrate doubled; he was sure he'd seen something, but he couldn't believe what he saw. Suddenly, in a wisp of black, inky smoke, Grant's scope was blocked. He looked up in time to see a hand grab his barrel and toss it up in the air only to be caught by another hand, while a THIRD hand punched Izzy aside and a FORTH hand picked up Grant and tossed him back from their position. Landing hard on his back after the 10 foot toss, Grant wasted no time and pulled out his M9 and fired rapidly in the mans direction.

No sooner had Grant fired than the man vanished in a whirl of black ink. Grant reloaded his M9 and clamored up to Izzy, who had taken quite a hit to the head.

"Are you alright?" Grant asked, "We need to move." He said, not waiting for the answer as he glanced down the hill to see the soldiers nearing the base of it. Grant keyed his radio, "Oxford," He said calmly, his pulse racing. He'd never been pinned down by a disappearing enemy before, "Our cover's blown. We've been engaged by a para-military force and one supernatural. Pulling back to the-" A wisp of black smoke appear before him and a man no less than six and a half feet tall simply appeared in front of them.

Grant reached for Izzy, managing to jam his hand between her body armor and BDU, and gripped one of the supply belts. Using all 4 arms simultaneously, the man picked up both SG members and threw them, with significant loft, off the hill. Grant assessed the situation in the air and adjusted to land on his feet and back and wrapped Izzy in a very tight hug.

The landing blasted every ounce of air out of Grant's body and cracked a few ribs. Grant lay there catching his breath as the black garbed man landed next to the pair. He was garbed in black traditional desert gear with a small turban, a strip of which covered his mouth and trailed off of his left shoulder and into the wind a good 4 feet. He stood, legs together, one pair of hands in the flat of his back, the other holding the sniper rifle across his shoulders. He looked inquisitively at Grant and Izzy.

"You are not welcome here," He said in a level, calm baritone, "Nor do you know the importance of that which you seek. But you are aware of all this," Grant, still recovering, puzzled up at the man. How could he know their mission? The man began to pace calmly.

"You are not conquerers, nor do you wish to be, but you cannot help but intrude in matters of no personal importance to you," He bent down and looked Grant deep in the eyes, lowering his voice to a gentle tone, "If you wished to barter with us, why not ask?" The figures eyes were like a bright fire; more likened to the sun than anything. They started as warm, but the longer they looked, the more like an inferno they grew. "Because what you seek," He said in a dark, disturbing and ominous growl, "Is not. Yours."

He stood up and began pacing again, "This errand may very well be your doom," a tone of weariness came over him, "but that is not for me to decide." He signaled to the soldiers, and they picked up the two SG members.

"Tau'ri!" He bellowed with a disturbing crackle in his voice as he turned towards the doorway, "Are you ready to meet your maker?" And as cheesy as the line sounded, Grant had a feeling that the man believed he was being literal.

TO BE CONTINUED

<TAG Isabelle Cooper , Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr >

[Nick Harper]

1615-1625
Overlook - East Entrance to Fort
Sontiput
Assam

"Firing,"

She wasted no time in covering her ears to protect them against the sound she knew was coming, as she did that she pressed her eyes back to the range finder to see if her idea would work. Isabelle grinned as she watched the beast fall to the grounf and not get back up, that was one less problem for them to have to handle. "Good shot!" she said happily, she heard movement beside her, lifting her head from the range finder she saw a figure jerk the rifle away from Grant, as she watched all this occur she didn't see the the another hand come flying at her. 

But she sure did feel it. The punch knocked the wind out of her and set her backwards, it was thanks to a tree that she didn't go further. As her head met the bark she felt every tooth in her head rattle, it felt like the worst headache ever happening in a matter of seconds. Izzy slumped to the ground in a daze, after a moment she reached back and gingerly touched where her head had hit the tree, under her hair she felt something damp and sticky, she must have cut her head. 

"Are you alright? We need to move." she winced at the sound of Grants voice, even though her head hurt like hell she nodded and let him help her to her feet. "What was that thing?" she asked, touching the back of her head again, Grant did hear her, he was on the radio trying to reach the others. The wisp of smoke suddenly appeared in front of them again, it towered over Grant and made herself look like a child compared to it. How did it even appeared like that in the first place?! Her instinct screamed to run but she knew that thing..whatever it was would have no problem catching her. 

As the thing reached for them Fulcur got a tight hold of her, no sooner did this happen than were the two of them thrown thru the air. Isabelle couldn't help but scream. She heard something crunch as they landed...well more like she landed on Grant, that would explain the crunch she heard. Poor guy had to have broken something. Isabelle was quick to roll off of him, not wanting to cause anymore harm, her head was throbbing again. 

She pushed herself to her knees beside where Grant lay, the black figure was back again and this time with friends. It started talking to them, as it started to slowly pace around them she was reminded of a lion playing with its food before eating it. "You are not conquerers, nor do you wish to be, but you cannot help but intrude in matters of no personal importance to you," it looked to Grant as he spoke, then slowly turned its eyes to her, the seemingly small flickers of flame were enticing, almost comforting, except the more she stared at his eyes the more she felt like they were going to burn her alive from the inside out. 

The soliders the surrounded them began moving again as he started pacing, a rough hand grabbed her arm tight and jerked her to her feet, "Tau'ri! Are you ready to meet your maker?" she tried to pull away but her arm was twisted behind her back preventing her from doing so, she felt what she could only assume were restraints being placed on her wrists. As soon as that was done she was pulled along towars the main door that was now open, Grant was a several feet ahead of her already, with far more guards around him. She wanted to ask 'what next?' but knew deep down that she probably did not want to know the answer to that. Some questions were best left unanswered. 

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1615-1625
Sonitpur
Assam
South Wing

Nick pushed Bobby up through the exit, and he was about to pull himself up when his foot suddenly slipped and he fell back down into the water. It quickly rushed over his head and for a moment he couldn't get his bearings, finally he managed to find what he thought was the bottom of the tunnel, pushing hard he made it back to the surface and the exit. Both men were soaking wet, and the breeze that was blowing made Nick feel chilly.

His attention was drawn to the room they now stood it. It was beautiful. He had never seen anything like it before. Taking a few steps he reached out and touched one of the massive colomns, his fingers running over the edge that was lined with what he could only guess was gold.

"LEAVE, OR DIE!"

Nicks hand went for his gun as he spun on his heel back around to where Captain Oxford stood, a woman in white stood over the man, a bow and arrow in her hands and pointed right at Oxford. "Love to, but can't, we are here on the orders of Mahadev." Harper kept his aim on the woman, who still had her weapon aimed at Oxford who winced as she pressed the arrow harder into him.

Nick didn't know how well these higher beings took a bullet, but if she so much as broke skin on Bobby she was going to get a face full of them. Bows might still be useful, but there is a reason why people switched to guns. "We arrived from another galaxy. Our arrival woke the man up. Lion skin skirt is so out of fashion." Nick held back a groan, of all things Oxford decided to remark on fashion choices.

"Who are you?"

"We are the Tau'ri. Who are you?" Bobby quickly asked back, Nick slowly started moving around to the side of Bobby, ready to shoot if whoever the woman was didn't lower her weapon. "The Tau'ri? But...." Nick saw her eyes shift to him and then back to Bobby "I'm Ganga." she added, the name range a bell in the back of his head, he just couldn't place where he had heard it before..and if he even had. 

Nick nodded to her, his gun still aimed at her chest, "Nice to meet you Ganga. I'm Sgt. Harper and my buddy there who I hope you don't stab is Capt. Oxford." since she hadn't stabbed the Captain yet he figured he would give her the chance to lower her weapon, even though he still didn not know if bullets would even phase her. Ganga slowly lowered her weapon, but kept it raised just enough that she could fire it if need be. Nick did the same, just out of respect, "Thank you." he said with a nodd, Ganga returned the jesture. "You said that Mahadev sent you. Explain." she requested firmly. Nick glanced at Bobby, it was story time.

[Steve Hamrick]

1610
Sonitpur
Assam North Wing

Well, that sounded cheery. "Would that be the four cardinal directions or all the half-directions in between them too?"

Steve cleared the hallway as they headed toward the confrontation. "One question. Is Yama one of the ones with half-dozen arms and Technicolor skin?"

The elaborate hallway soon led into a complex throne room with carved marble pillars supporting the domed ceiling. And the floor seemed to vibrate with the approach of something large. "In a perfect world, that would be an earthquake about to start, Doctor."

He covered the other doorway with the P-90 and waited.

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[Blake Warren]

1615
West Route to Fort
Sonitpur
Assam

"The problem with the giant peacock is who it belongs to!" Blake did as told, staying behind her. "The peacock is the mount of Lord Kartikeya in the Hindu religion, the god of war and victory. If the mount is nearby, the master will be too."

The opposite door of elaborate room opened, to admit a powerful man mounted on the screaming bird. As Kartikeya drew his weapons, Blake mused. "They really do sound like a person screaming."

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[Deleted]

1616
West Route to Fort
Sonitpur
Assam

Fiala watch as Kartikeya appeared sitting on a bird, what looked like an over sized Peacock and a scream that was ment to strike fear in its foe's. As for Fiala she stool her ground with her weapon pointed towards him, while she waited for him to make his move she took in every piece of detail of his armour she could looking for any sign of weswappeds on him and his peacock. She could only gather he was doing the same, A smug impression appeared on his face, to which Fiala could only gather he was viewing her as a quick victory and no clear danger. Fiala was right, Kartikeya looked forward to some hand to hand combat.

No sooner had he started his run towards Fiala did she pull the trigger releasing a rain of bullets upon him and his Peacock. Fiala could only watch as the bullets bounced of him, as for the peacock that was a different story as a scream worse then before echoed from the birds mouth as the bullets pierced it's skin and the s ream of pain echoed of the walls. Fiala in that moment could only gather that the Peacock was his weakness link. She was unsurprised that the bullets had no effect on Kartikeya with his armour and so she aimed for the bird. As he came closer he drew his spear down to cause a direct blow to her chest, Fiala waited holding her fire and swapped her gun for her knife in a flash. As he straightened his spear for the blow, Fiala rolled at the last moment from the peacocks left side to the birds right and while kneeling down she dug her knife in to peacock at an angle in hope to cut the strap that held the saddle he sat on. As she made half a cut on the strap as the bird dashed pass Kartikeya sung his spear to her side catching her on the leg, a sudden burst of pain ran through her body and despite the pain Fiala rose to her feet as Kartikeya peacock made for a quick turn to make another pass. The pain remained but Fiala did her best to ignore it. As the peacock made his tight turn the weight of Kartikeya to one side put pressure on the strap making it break with the result of sending him to the ground and his peacock as his tight grip pulled him also down. No sooner had they falling did Fiala lobby a grenade upon them, as the peacock jumped to his feet the bang and the blast sent him running. As the Peacock ran away injured it turned towards Blake.

"Blake it's coming your way."

Kartikeya rose to his feet despite the point blank blast and his spear now against the wall. As they stood there there eyes gazed on each other, Fiala was hoping she would still have luck on her side and Kartikeya was making sure this time he hadn't underestimated her. Fiala held a grenade in her hand as Kartikeya eye's drifted to his spear, Fiala knew were it was so stayed focused on him and as his eyes drifted back to her he pulled out his knife with a smile to his face. She could only gather by the look on his face he was looking forward what was to happen next. Fiala held her doubts she could win, if bullets just bounced off she was pretty sure her own knife won't do much damage and as she taught that she remembered she still had one grenade left.

[Akash Malhotra]

1610- 1620
Sonitpur
Assam
North Wing

Walking in bit more as he flashed his light around he stopped as the echo of his own boots freaked him out. Being out here wasn't what he had in mind. He didn't see the war both sides were on, "Cardinal directions, Colonel," he replied, as he heard loud growls and barking coming from somewhere and paled. Yama's two dogs. Legends claimed them to have four eyes each. "There a..." he trailed off once he saw room.

Walking around, he awe he heard the question, "Legend claims him to have a blue skin for some reason. Our four arm man is Vishnu. Since we are in Banasur's home, he is said to have one thousand arms and...each...." His vision moved towards the door way

He blinked did the floor actually shook or was his imagination, but it was Steve who confirmed what he suspected, "I gather that trouble is coming," he grabbed his own and aimed; and waited.Being out here, it had soon occurred to him that thinking on his feet was the main thing. Soon enough there was man holding a club over his left shoulder. He was adorned with jewels and armour. On his head rested a crown that indicated that he was a man of great importance.

"STATE YOUR PURPOSE...." his voice was loud, as he glared at the two, "Before I take your souls to Naraka."

"To rescue the daughter of Mahadev," he stepped a little forward, "Nandi brought us here."

Yama laughed, "Nandi?" His face held humor that made Akash's stomach twist in fear. "He does not move from wherever Mahadev is. I, give you one more chance."

Akash gulped and looked at Steve with an impression saying now what.

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