#nevergreenchapel

❝Yes -- hello! G-Great, uhm. Y-Yeah, I copy. So I’m assuming you’re here for the uhm... bounty? Name’s Rhys. Where are you at the moment?❞

“She is right.” Rem was starting to feel the weight of the guilt again. Happened whenever she thought about her. “We didn’t try nearly as hard as we should have…. We-“ She takes a deep breath. “But that doesn’t mean we can just leave her.” Again.

ALL HAIL THE CHAPEL FROG!

"M-Master?!" He was certainly acting strange today! Also… "O-of course, but… what are brownies?"

"No, you don’t."

"What can I say? I'm a man of quality, not quantity. An' how did that fight go again? Oh yeah. Guess they don't make 'em like they used to, eh, 'master'?"

Here, have some music with that.

Carter's boots crunched in the sand and the ends of her hair tickled the back of her neck, sticking in little damp curls before the hot wind dried them. Over the months she's spent on No Man's Land she's realized that the uncertain situation with the Stargate meant she had to support herself. She'd taken on mechanic work, utilizing her skill with machinery, and in the process she'd learned more about plants and plant engineering as well. Because of her time on the ship where she had her lab and her visits to the plant in December, she'd gathered some baseline information and readings about bulb plants, having taken energy readings using the equipment she'd brought with her from Earth. After some work she'd been able to fine-tune the sensor to detect similar signatures at a longer distance. She was out with the sensor today, following up on a strange reading she'd seen in passing earlier that week. If we can find the parts we need, we'll be able to repair the DHD that much faster! The thought galvanized her, pressing her onward like nothing else. A chance to get home… As Carter moved forward over the small dunes, the intensity of the readings steadily increased. She frowned in concentration, her eyes widening as she glanced at her surroundings. There were faint readings from several meters deep, with the intensity of the power signature growing as you went deeper beneath the sand. Something is here! Could it be a ship? If it is, it might be completely buried… A fluttering motion caught her eye as she looked up once more. A pale scrap of cloth waved above the sand, snagged on something she couldn't see. As she watched it sank back out of sight, melting away into the sand as though it had never been there. What? She stepped forward as a gust of wind swirled past her again; the scrap reappeared, materializing out of nowhere. An illusion! Could it be a disguised entrance? Carter bent down and picked up a small rock. With a sure motion she tossed it to where the scrap had disappeared; it also fell below the surface of the sand without leaving a mark of its passage. Faint sounds of rolling echoed from the spot for a moment before quieting. A small smile lit Carter's face for a moment, and she moved forward cautiously. Her sensor hummed as she approached. This merits more investigation. Still, if this place is hidden, it may still be in active use by someone. I'd better be careful… She paused for a second, hesitating. Should I get Vash and Wolfwood to back me up? After a long moment she shook her head, rejecting the idea. I'll move cautiously for now. I can't let this opportunity pass.   Carter stepped forward into the concealed passage. The tunnel led downward, away from the surface, and she was keenly aware of her surroundings as she moved deeper into the maze-like place. She followed the strongest readings, taking note of the turnings she took as she went deeper into the ship; there didn't seem to be any kind of booby traps or dangers, but she didn't relax. Her caution was tinged with euphoric excitement - something was working down here, and working equipment was a very promising sign. As she walked she noted that there were colored arrows on the floor in some places. What could these indicate? They don't seem to be part of the original design... For the first time in her journey through the passages Carter drew close to a mostly-closed door. Light spilled out into the corridor from the gap between the door and the frame. She lifted her sensor; it indicated the strongest readings ahead. Carter cautiously moved forward and pushed open the door, stepping through the portal; she squinted as her eyes took a moment to adjust to the relative brightness of the room.