Chapter 10
A/N: very short look back at the SGC. ^.~
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Jacob had been busy conversing with Sargitilin. Or rather, it had been Selmak; Jacob had become withdrawn, and so Selmak, being fond of Sam and Jack also, had been discussing plans. The Tok'ra man felt far too helpless, once Daniel and Teal'c had gone offworld; General Hammond had insisted on continuing to run the base as normal, sending out SG-7 and making the regular contacts with SG-16, 11 and 3. The events of the artefact room had not been divulged; if curious questions came after the Colonel or Major Carter, they were busy, alongside the scientists. Daniel and Teal'c had gone with the alien people to investigate their world a little more. Meanwhile the Tok'ra were still feverishly studying the interface.
"I see no harm in trying, if we throw them in," argued Selmak.
"Why not just try radio signals? There would likely be a receiver on the other side, after all these were message interfaces," pointed out Sargitilin.
"But possibly not. Maybe its broken. And the question is academic, as you cannot send weapons by radio," retorted Selmak sarcastically.
"But then communication is also difficult! We have no plaques such as those the Vanir-ta were using, and you heard about the abrasive properties of the shield. Paper would end up scoured thin with no writing on," replied Sargitilin, setting his jaw. At the side Markasli tentatively raised a hand.
"Could we not laminate, as the Tau'rii put it, the paper?"
"That could work," said Selmak, jumping on the idea.
"Or even just encasing the paper in a thick plastic or metal tube," pointed out Markasli diffidently, rolling her eyes. "It seems obvious, Sarg."
"So we put the weapons and the message in a metal box, and throw it in," said Selmak firmly, casting round until he saw the boxes of equipment they had brought with them. "Fourun, pass me one of those containers, will you?"
Obtaining two zat guns from the SGC after a hurried phone conversation with General Hammond, Selmak finished writing the message. It outlined the fact that they were not forgotten, the Asgard were on their trail and that supplies would be sent in a few hours once contact was established. At the bottom, after quiet thought, he asked that they throw back the metal box, so that the SGC would know that they are still alive.
Selmak sighed deeply and dropped the pen on the table, crossing to drop the folded paper into the box. Sargitlin followed him anxiously as Jacob/Selmak strode over to the still humming shield. A protective and hurried barrier of chairs and cones had been set up around the shield, to prevent any accidental touching. Selmak leaned over and moved the chairs out of the way enough to slide through.
"Are you sure this is the correct course of action?" Sargitilin kept trying. Selmak stiffened, and there was a slight change in him. Jacob looked up with burning eyes.
"It's better than nothing, Sarg," he said quietly. Facing back towards the shield, feeling a little silly, he tossed the box and its contents into the interface.
For a moment it hung there, drowning in violet waves, then instantly there was a flare like burning magnesium. The box disappeared. Jacob put his hand down from his eyes, and carefully backed away until he was safely behind the barrier again.
"What now?" asked Markasli quietly.
"We wait for them to reply. And for Daniel and Teal'c to succeed," replied Jacob grimly.
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A/N: very short look back at the SGC. ^.~
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Jacob had been busy conversing with Sargitilin. Or rather, it had been Selmak; Jacob had become withdrawn, and so Selmak, being fond of Sam and Jack also, had been discussing plans. The Tok'ra man felt far too helpless, once Daniel and Teal'c had gone offworld; General Hammond had insisted on continuing to run the base as normal, sending out SG-7 and making the regular contacts with SG-16, 11 and 3. The events of the artefact room had not been divulged; if curious questions came after the Colonel or Major Carter, they were busy, alongside the scientists. Daniel and Teal'c had gone with the alien people to investigate their world a little more. Meanwhile the Tok'ra were still feverishly studying the interface.
"I see no harm in trying, if we throw them in," argued Selmak.
"Why not just try radio signals? There would likely be a receiver on the other side, after all these were message interfaces," pointed out Sargitilin.
"But possibly not. Maybe its broken. And the question is academic, as you cannot send weapons by radio," retorted Selmak sarcastically.
"But then communication is also difficult! We have no plaques such as those the Vanir-ta were using, and you heard about the abrasive properties of the shield. Paper would end up scoured thin with no writing on," replied Sargitilin, setting his jaw. At the side Markasli tentatively raised a hand.
"Could we not laminate, as the Tau'rii put it, the paper?"
"That could work," said Selmak, jumping on the idea.
"Or even just encasing the paper in a thick plastic or metal tube," pointed out Markasli diffidently, rolling her eyes. "It seems obvious, Sarg."
"So we put the weapons and the message in a metal box, and throw it in," said Selmak firmly, casting round until he saw the boxes of equipment they had brought with them. "Fourun, pass me one of those containers, will you?"
Obtaining two zat guns from the SGC after a hurried phone conversation with General Hammond, Selmak finished writing the message. It outlined the fact that they were not forgotten, the Asgard were on their trail and that supplies would be sent in a few hours once contact was established. At the bottom, after quiet thought, he asked that they throw back the metal box, so that the SGC would know that they are still alive.
Selmak sighed deeply and dropped the pen on the table, crossing to drop the folded paper into the box. Sargitlin followed him anxiously as Jacob/Selmak strode over to the still humming shield. A protective and hurried barrier of chairs and cones had been set up around the shield, to prevent any accidental touching. Selmak leaned over and moved the chairs out of the way enough to slide through.
"Are you sure this is the correct course of action?" Sargitilin kept trying. Selmak stiffened, and there was a slight change in him. Jacob looked up with burning eyes.
"It's better than nothing, Sarg," he said quietly. Facing back towards the shield, feeling a little silly, he tossed the box and its contents into the interface.
For a moment it hung there, drowning in violet waves, then instantly there was a flare like burning magnesium. The box disappeared. Jacob put his hand down from his eyes, and carefully backed away until he was safely behind the barrier again.
"What now?" asked Markasli quietly.
"We wait for them to reply. And for Daniel and Teal'c to succeed," replied Jacob grimly.
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