As Kixig requested to join the ship, Maahes focused on the town they were on the shore of. A horrible feeling was beginning to form in the gut he didn't have. He had never heard of a planet with creatures matching Kixig's description before. Worse, he didn't see a single sign of the Ancients or the Goa'uld. The buildings were all relatively new when compared to what the Ancients had created, and he didn't see any temples dedicated to false gods.
"I'm sure we can find a place fer ya, Kixig! If yer willing to work and have tenacity then we can most surely teach ya the ropes."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Why don't ya show us around here, then, and when we head out we'll take ya with us for yer trial run, eh?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Maahes was suddenly struck by an idea. It was an idea he should have come up with before, but he had been too disappointed by the lack of anything he recognized. "Is there any large, upright stone circles around here?" he eagerly asked Kixig. "Do you have a Chappa'ai?"
Kixig smiled, nodding aggressively eagerly to Jay's proposal before Maahes asked him a question. Kixig tilted his head to the side and his ears twitched a bit as he tried to understand, but failed. "I'm not sure what that is, but there are lots of stones here and there, so I guess...you might find one that looks like the kind you want?"
"You're looking for a Chapp'ai? Why didn't ya say so? Next hop we can stop by one," she grins.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"We can?" he said in disbelief. He had doubted that anyone on the ship had known what a Stargate looked like. But if they did and could point him in the direction of one, he could continue working towards completing his charge.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Somewhere beneath the quiet deck of the Leviathan, in the middle of the hold, a barrel moved ever so slightly. The top opened just a crack, allowing a pair of green eyes to peer out.
Kellach felt as stiff as a board. He had been hiding for what he reasoned to be a day or two, mostly inside the barrel (the contents of which he had dumped into a empty crate), and he hadn't even had the ability to play a song on his pipes. The last thing he wanted was to be caught as a stowaway; and, before this long pause in the air, the ship had been so active. In his mind, he reasoned that the crew had landed, and were picking up supplies. He did remember the crashing of waves against a shore earlier.
Shoving the lid off the barrel, whereupon it landed with a dull thunk! on the wooden floor, he squeezed himself out and stretched. Listening patiently, he could not hear the slightest whisper in the ship. Why not dare and explore the deck?
Spoiler
Bet you didn't see that coming.
I'll see if I can come up with a character profile sooner or later. For now, I can say that Kellach is fairly short, has green eyes, and wears a long overcoat and baggy pants, both sand-covered and reminiscent of a sailor's. He's lean, with a decent tan, and scattered scars on his face and neck. Fairly optimistic and warm-hearted, he's also witty when he's in the mood (which is pretty often).
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Whoops, hope I didn't mess anything up. You guys would tell me, right? <.<
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
@TheSilverFox, totally, you're fine! I think we're just waiting for @saentiel to move in response to @soundofmind :)
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
