The next spot I found myself, the first thing I noticed as the darkness receded was the sound of a man lecturing somewhat nearby. Listening in for a moment, I noticed an old woman pass me, who gave me a cursory glance and eyebrow raise at my odd armor, before I guess she dismissed me and continued into the room.
Peeking inside, I spied a long haired and very young looking Daniel Jackson attempting to convince a crowd of skeptics that the Ancient Pyramids were actually much older than anyone assumed and possibly built by aliens.
Stargate universe huh? And from the very beginning too. I considered quickly what to do. Ultimately I realized that it wouldn't be a good idea to try and attach myself to Daniel. It'd be one thing if Hammond were in charge, but with the current General West? Probably a better idea if I just disappear this time, and I don't remember canon well enough to just head towards one of the hidden spots on Earth that would give me a bit of tech of the Goa'uld, and I didn't have near enough power at this point to think I could make a difference going to the gate at this time.
I couldn't help but meddle at least a little though, and after changing in a bathroom from my armor into my slightly more inconspicuous clothes, I waited until Daniel passed by following the old woman, who I knew now to be Cathrine... Langford? I think? The one who's father found the Stargate anyway. I'd grabbed a newspaper and pretended to be reading the horoscope section as I mumbled loudly to myself if it wouldn't be interesting if the constellations in the horoscope could be used as symbols for another language.
After Daniel passed by, I waited a few minutes, then left the building myself, only to grimace as I found myself stuck under the hotel's front entrance in a torrential downpour, and Daniel Jackson had just stepped out of a car with Air force officials around, though that lot got into the car and drove off, while Daniel looked at some papers in his hand.
Taking my mind off of Daniel for the moment, I fished through my backpack for the collapsible umbrella I'd packed way back when this whole mess started, and decided to see if I could find out just where the heck I am.
A glance around the hotel entrance revealed to me that I'm in front of the Park Plaza Hotel. Doesn't really help much, though. I turned back to see Daniel wave down a taxi, then get in and leave.
I nodded to myself, and started walking down the street. Took a while before I finally found a corner store and wrangled up a map of the area. Los Angeles, California. I know jack about LA unfortunately.
Worse still, I'm starting to get hungry. Luckily I have some rations, but I can't rely on those if I don't want my stomach and taste buds to commit mutiny. While I ate and waited for the rain to abate, I considered what to do. Push comes to shove, I could probably sell something or other at a pawnshop for some cash. Worst comes to worst, I could look up the Cult of Sesh and see about rolling the guy for some cash, but that has bad idea written all over it, so I'll save that for a later date.
Frowning, I came to realize just how ill equipped I was to deal with living in this time period. Sighing, I looked down at my Piptool and the VI I had in it. It seems all I could do at this juncture then was some illegal activity, though it would be aimed at other illegal activity.
Getting some directions to the nearest Bank of America, I left the convenience store with orders to my VI to tap into the web and run a search for various illegal money laundering. Between a combination of having a much higher tech device than the rest of the world, and a VI to pass through any firewalls and defenses available without nary a trace, I soon had an account with Bank of America, and a shiny 'new fangled' debit card as well as a thousand dollars in cold hard cash sitting in my pocket, and over a hundred thousand in the account pulled in trace amounts from over a hundred different illegal activities spanning the current first world countries, and run through my own offshore account in Switzerland.
Ironically enough, I walked straight back into the Park Plaza Hotel I left earlier and booked myself a room for the week in their penthouse. I felt kinda guilty for using money obtained illegally, but considering I'd ended up shutting down a few criminal organizations and several activities in progress of dubious nature, I decided that I'd just have to follow video game loot rules if I wanted to survive. To the victor go the spoils, and I spent the rest of the week in what felt like a vacation, especially compared to half a week serving on the bottom of the totem pole of a scavenger/smuggler ship in the Koprulu sector.
I wasn't completely idle during this week though. A lot of my gains I converted into gold coins which I slipped here and there into my almost overstuffed backpack and into my clothes. Hopefully that would serve as a better way to get some fast cash to survive in case I ended up in a universe where I couldn't do the same thing I just did again.
What I didn't convert into gold, I decided to will to one Colonel Jack O'Neill after my week was up after faking my death.
And thus my week passed with me disappearing in an alleyway after checking out of the hotel and waiting for the darkness to creep up again, now a little more reassured that I'd be able to handle surviving in modern times with my current tools.