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I don't own Stargate,
though that would be awesome.
I also don't own the writings of a certain person
mentioned in the last paragraph.
SG-1 stepped down from the dais the Stargate rested upon. The temple that housed it was massive. Daniel looked up and stared at the vaulted ceiling, approximately six stories above him, for a few minutes. It appeared to be a deep green marble with black striations. He wasn't an expert in structural engineering, but this architecture was beyond most cultures. Especially since the room was at least the size of a football field and the columns supporting the ceiling were almost delicate in their thin fragility. There were also no seams to indicate that they were made of more than a single piece.
"Ideas?" Colonel Jack O'Neil didn't face them, keeping his attention constantly roving for threats.
"This is..." Samantha Carter gave one last appreciative glance around. "Based on the materials, this structure is impossible. The distance between the columns alone would mean the ceiling would crumble in on the builders before they finished."
Teal'c nodded, his expression was admiring but grim. Most advanced cultures they'd run into had been dismissive at best. "I have never seen it's like."
"Daniel?"
"I don't think this was built the way we're used to. Look at the columns – I don't think they're more than a single worked piece. And, the carvings on the column are strange." He moved closer to one. "This looks almost like... an octopus?"
"I suppose he does rather look like one." Jack's P-90 moved into a ready position when a female stepped out from behind a column – one that was far too thin to hide her standing behind it. The girl, she couldn't have been more than fifteen, raised an amused eyebrow at his weapon but didn't comment.
"Um... Hello. Are your parents around?"
"My dear child, I'm older than your civilization." She smirked, walking towards them in a smooth glide. Jack blinked at her, and her vivid, acid-green eyes filled with the same sympathy one might offer a toddler attempting its first steps. "I am not human, dear. This form is so that we can communicate."
"Right. So, I'm Colonel Jack O'Neil, this is Captain Samantha Carter, Doctor Daniel Jackson, and Teal'c." He refused to get sidetracked wondering if the green-black sheen to her hair was natural and why it seemed to try to clump into tendrils every now and then without her prompting. "Who might you be?"
"I am Eli'nata'yrath." A small smile curved her full lips. Their dark, hunter green shade contrasted her pale skin vividly. "Though, our last visitor preferred to call me Elinra once he stopped being so formal. We had many interesting discussions. It has been a short time since he has dreamed his way to our home. I find myself wondering when he will do so again. Perhaps he will do so while you are here."
"Last visitor?" Daniel was doing his best to ignore the shadow of.. something.. behind Lin's slender body. Whatever it was was huge. Somehow bigger than the room they were in and yet fitting inside easily. The others, meanwhile, were trying to decide what she meant by him "dreaming himself" here.
"Mmm. His name was Howard. He was quite fascinated by tales of my children." Her smile widened and allowed wickedly sharp teeth to show. "I understand strangers called him Mr. Lovecraft."