The natives' talk was dying down as they were looking around for the mysterious voice they were hearing. Daniel was beside himself, trying with his chin and body to press the button to reply before they figured it out.
Too late, one of the teenage natives with red and blue painted streaks across his face grabbed the microphone part from his jumpsuit and was trying to yank it off of it's cord. "No, nonononono...please don't do that...come on you're going to break it." He tried in a couple of different languages, hoping one of them would get through as they were trying to pull the radio off of him.
There were bits and pieces being sent through to Jack's end as the natives were accidentally pressing the button to reply now and again. "...come...let go....*couple words of goa'uld*....*then ancient*...my radio...."
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Date: 2009-04-08 06:12 pm (UTC)Too late, one of the teenage natives with red and blue painted streaks across his face grabbed the microphone part from his jumpsuit and was trying to yank it off of it's cord. "No, nonononono...please don't do that...come on you're going to break it." He tried in a couple of different languages, hoping one of them would get through as they were trying to pull the radio off of him.
There were bits and pieces being sent through to Jack's end as the natives were accidentally pressing the button to reply now and again. "...come...let go....*couple words of goa'uld*....*then ancient*...my radio...."