New verse with malcolmeffect

[danieljackson]

Daniel tossed his pencil at the mess on his desk with a frustrated sound. He leaned back in the chair with a sigh, running his hands through his hair. "I give up. I'm just not seeing it."

The it being a translation he'd been working on for about 36 hours straight. Which equaled out to about 15 cups of coffee and 5 pencils worth. Now the text was starting to look like a bunch of squiggles, no matter how often he adjusted his glasses.

The text had been found on a mostly deserted planet, PT-586. The building structures there seemed to say there had once been an advanced culture...but it seemed to have disappeared into thin air. All that was left was their writings. There was a pattern, but it just didn't follow any languages Jackson was familiar with. The letters were a collection of dashes, dots, and circles. More of a methodical code than anything...

Code...methodical...

"That has to be it," Daniel said aloud. "It's a math based language...which means I'm a bit out of my league." He picked up the phone, calling General Hammond. He was going to need help on this one.

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[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

.. I wouldn't say a rush is like being tossed out a door. Ian glanced back at the gate before following Daniel.

He took time to look over the architecture and was really curious about the door mechanism though he didn't take time to examine it. Ian stepped into the room and looked around briefly before his eyes settled on the box.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

Daniel walked around the windowless room covered in inscriptions and the unmarked cube in the middle of it. "Well...there it is...now what? I mean we could just cut into it, but if it's meant to be opened, there has to be an easier way."

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Ian looked down at the block curiously and shrugged at Daniel's question. Have you tried to open it?

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

"We didn't think we had to." Daniel squatted down by it, feeling around for a switch or something. Then he tried pushing against it but it seemed to be stuck to the floor. "Oookkkk...that exhausts my list of ideas. Your turn?"

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Do all the rooms have these boxes or just this one? Ian looked around the walls and the floor to see if he could find any sort of mechanism. Finally he paused and looked p at the ceiling above the box.