--- Tearstone, Sep and Echo ---

[i]Ariadne took in the sights of the interior of this strange ship. Well, what sights she could see in the small circle of illumination provided by the Tau’ri torch. It was quite dull, and apparently devoid of any ostentation or marking that might indicate its owner. She listened as Miller listed off what the appearance didn’t indicate, two of which she’d never even heard of, then added her own views. “It is definitely not Goa’uld or Tok’ra.” She said matter-of-factly, before adding with a slightly sarcastic tone. “There is not enough ostentation.” Half of a smile crept onto her face as she finished speaking, though the others likely wouldn’t see given the darkness. She could feel Idalia’s excitement about exploring something so completely new and foreign and that excitement and optimism was washing over her, improving her mood.[/I]

Miller smirked, he somewhat liked Ariadne’s demeanour and the way she spoke. So far it always kept him interested and it was somewhat different from the way everyone else spoke and their military can do attitudes that was always nice. “Well, so it isn’t one of ours and apparently it isn’t Asgard. So I really don’t see what that leaves. Wasn’t there another race? What were they called again…” He searched his memory in order to try and remember all the files he had read since joining the Stargate programme, it didn’t help with the fact that both galaxies he had been in - such a casual term nowadays - had different aliens. However he would take egotistical aliens over aliens that want to suck his life out of him by his hand any day of the week. “Milton, any ideas?”

“Furlings, sir. I believe that was the other race,” he supplied quietly, listening to the echo of their voices in the long corridor. It was a long, hollow and empty sort of sound that only served as a reminder of how long it had been abandoned. For as near as they could tell, the ship had rested there for millennia, only now disturbed by their boot heels. The air was different too, cool and comfortable. It wasn’t entirely stale, but there seemed to be little residual smell at least for that hallway. Sterile was perhaps the best way to describe it. There were no scents of cleaning chemicals, like one would think of in a hospital, but simply air that was devoid of life, or of decay, except for what followed them in now. 

Brandt had clicked on his tactical light on his P90, sweeping the cone of cold white light back and forth, bringing up the rear. Typical dynamic entry tactics dictated that he would have been walking backward, holding on to the one proceeding him, but this was not typically hostile entry situation. Instead, it reminded him of his previous missions. “I agree with Ariadne,” he said, “This place should have something to indicate. No familiar designs, no interfaces.. just the writings on the door. I also note no bodies. We do know that the Asgard had earlier forms, according to Thor and Heimdall's research. This ship may be here as a leftover from that time. It could p… I don’t even want to say that. It could date back to the days of the Replicators. As far as we know though, they aren’t in this galaxy.” 

Milton sighed a little. “Recommend we keep moving, sir. This ship has to have control mechanisms which can tell us something, not to mention the beacon. There’s at least some form of power or energy in use, even if it seems like nobody’s home.” 

Miller nodded, he knew that something was going on with the ship and it wasn’t right. It smelled wrong, it was sterile. If people had died in this ship then there would be dust or there would be dust clogging the ship and there would be nothing he could do about it. He walked down the hall with his light on shining it into the darker doorways. “Well, we’ll find out sooner or later what this place is-” Miller checked the scanner and looked at the blip indicating where the beacon was and pointed it at a door again with no markings. “-However I am amazed at how these people got around for the first couple of weeks aboard this ship as there is absolutely no marking on the ship doors.” He walked over to the door and pressed the panel beside the door and it opened, surprisingly. However as it hissed and slid open with a scratching sound he raised his gun and pointed it into the room. 

There were consoles in the room in a semicircle with what appeared to be black screens, obviously dead, sitting behind them on the walls. The room unlike the corridors was circular and had obvious markings. Miller moved over to the consoles and ran his hands over them without actually pressing anything and was turning around to Milton when there was a ding and the lights flickered on, a blue light flashed over all of the members of the team and then there were a couple of high tone dings in the ship and the door slammed itself shut and the vent began pumping into the room and whatever it was it didn't smell like air. “That isn’t good, we haven’t even started pressing buttons yet. Milton, I guess the flashing red letters on the screen means something bad?”