Dad's a biology teacher, so there might be something that's different between them and… Humans-. From Earth, but as far as my scans can tell, they're human. Their buildings look… Are primitive, and while the people look North African to me they're living at latitudes that mean that the building styles from that part of the world wouldn't make sense and so they aren't using them. They're living on the continent with the underground palace I just raided. All of their towns are closer to the palace than the coast, and there aren't any settlements on the planet's other continents.
Presumably said palace was the hall of their master, buried during some manner of attack.
I try rotating the planet in my mind, trying to work out whether I'm looking at an Earth that's been rotated ninety degrees or something. No, doesn't look like it. Ah. Pangaea? Ring, map continental shelves?
A series of orange lines appear in my visual field, overlaying parts of the planet. Okay, so if that moves in or out…
Of course, you're assuming that the planet
has significant continental drift. Not every world is so tectonically
active as Earth.
No.
Where am I? When am I? How did-?
Many questions, few answers...
Ring… Any debris around here?
The lines vanish, and space around me lights up with orange pinpricks.
Hmm. Bit of a mess up here. Perhaps this world was once held by this Mammon, but he, she or it was driven off.
Anything that could be part of a ship?
Most of them vanish.
Definite traces of a battle, then.
Show me.
An orange shape appears in front of me. It-. Alright, there's a straight edge that doesn't look natural, but I could just be a crystalline structure that is naturally straight. We didn't do a lot of stellar dynamics in G.C.S.E. Science Double Award, and that was a decade ago.
I'm guessing part of the power core? Not that he'd recognise it as such.
Scroll on.
No. No. No. … Maybe? Ugh, no actual ship and nothing big enough to give me any kind of lead.
Methinks you're looking in the wrong direction for now...
This…
Ring, dismiss, go back to showing me… That settlement, there, on the edge of their civilisation.
Which probably isn't that far from a Gate. Goa'uld don't like their pets to spread out, after all.
Local morning, looks like it's early in the farming season. The men are out ploughing or otherwise working in the fields while the women are working around the farmhouses. Children… Oh, it looks like there's a school of some sort. Or possibly a church? Doesn't look like there's a local baron, so I'm not really sure how they're organised. On the other hand, they're a unified culture with no neighbours, so they probably don't need to worry about war, and between that and the.. lack of easily transferable money, crime rates are probably quite low. I don't see any guards.
Interesting. Medieval society, except for the collective schooling thing.
An isolated village is a decent place to find out about how their civilisation works, because if I do something wrong they're probably not going to be able to tell anyone else. But I'm visibly a different ethnicity from the people there. Any of the people on the planet, in fact. And while I could just say that I'm from the other side of the continent I don't know what they call it.
Not like they're any threat to you, certainly. So if they're hostile, you can just fly off.
Or I could try a larger town.
Huh.
Might draw a little too much unwanted attention. Just turning up in a town that's likely the centre of a controlled region might be suspicious. Especially if there's any controls on travel.
Britain had roads thanks to the Romans, and that was the peak of our transportation networks until we started building canals and turnpikes over a thousand years later. Here, they've got roads that look they're made with clay bricks. Miles and miles of them, linking the largest towns with better roads than I was really expecting. They don't extend outwards, and the villages are connected to the network by dirt tracks, so… It's expensive and not worth doing for low traffic volumes? Sure, clay bricks aren't a super-advanced technology, I'm not seeing anything totally anachronistic. Still a bit of a surprise, though.
Presumably they're at least using iron tools, not bronze?
The towns themselves…
Okay, those are animal pens. That's a market town. That one… Mining, ore processing and forging? The streets are… Cleaner than I was expecting. Good night soil collection? Scan for… Shit. Oh, they actually have sewers, that's fairly impressive. And it takes it to… Ah, some sort of building. The design appears to be standard in all of the towns so I assume they're doing something with it. Making it into fertilizer, perhaps?
Can't have the slaves killing themselves with their own dirty habits, after all </goa'uld>
Doesn't matter.
Hard to tell, but it doesn't look like there's a lot of daily movement between the towns and the villages. But why would there be? Commuting isn't practical at this level of development and it doesn't look like it's market day. But there are definite differences in the styles of dress in the towns, whereas people in the villages are mostly dressed the same as each other, and-. Yes, in the southern parts of the continent nearer the pole hooded cloaks are common enough that I could probably walk around without anyone noticing anything out of the ordinary.
And it's easy enough for you to copy 'rich folk' clothes and pretend to be a dumb noble...
And ask them what? And ask who?
I-. Oh, getting paralysed by indecision isn't getting me anywhere, and there's no way I can work out what the 'right' answer is. Pick a village, drop down completely openly-.
Ah, the classic 'Doctor Who' Approach. Though you lack the benefit of a TARDIS' natural disguising effect on clothing and speech.
I change my pyjamas into something a little more like what the wealthier-looking citizens wear.
Yes, that's better. Drop down-. No, drop down nearby and then walk into the village, wave and say 'hello' to people and generally make a point of acting harmless. Wait until the majority calm down, then… Try having an actual conversation. Not a great plan. Not even a good plan, probably, but it'll do.
Even if you will stand out like a
pale sore thumb.
Eenie meenie miney mo-.
That'll do.
I turn face down and fly towards the village I was looking at. If I've got no idea which is best then I might as well pick the one I've been watching the longest.
Remember to turn the light down, or folks will be wondering about the orange falling star.
I know Lanterns can fly faster than light, but I don't think I want to try that while pointing at a planet. Fortunately, there seems to be some sort of built in system for not causing shockwaves when passing through an atmosphere at high speed. I found that out by accident when I went after the lantern and didn't check my speed, and I'm obviously rather glad. I don't think these people have gunpowder weapons, but a loud bang on a day with a clear sky would be fairly intimidating.
Oh, wait until you get the hang of FTL Transitions...
I wonder why that underground palace is there? Something from a prior civilisation? Did they go through a nuclear winter and recover to this level? If I looked more closely, would I see relics of the more advanced civilisation in private collections, or in the factories? Or would it be too long ago?
Okay, there's the treetops, slow down and manoeuvre… And land. Alright, it's early morning and the glow isn't that visible, so unless they were looking in exactly the right direction they probably didn't see me come in. Look harmless and walk.
And hopefully have a good story like 'Boy, how
drunk did I get last night?'
I look at a tree as I approach it. The bark and leaf-shape looks sort of familiar, but I.. don't remember exactly what those look like on Earth trees. Same with the ferns growing around their base. They're ferns, and that's about all I can say.
More light leaks through the trees up ahead, and I can see where they've been cut down to make room for a field. The main track into the village is fairly close by, so I can just walk onto that-.
Ah, yes, the tendency of Goa'uld colonies to be set up in places that resemble southern California.
A man-. A young man in the field working with a hoe looks right at me as I come out of the woods. I raise my right arm in greeting, and after a slight delay he waves back before turning to another man a little further away and shouting something. I wave again and step out of cover entirely. They haven't bothered with a fence, not on land that's going to be planted, so I can just walk over to them and say 'hello'. If they want me off their land I can just leave.
Well, good thing you aren't trying to hide, since your environmental shield gives you that huge debuff to stealth.
"Good morning!"
The young man thrusts the hoe into the ground and leans on the shaft.
Good choice not to add anything. Don't know if they're friendly or not, after all, and you're clearly not a 'neighbour.'
"Good health, stranger. What brings-." His eyes fix on the ring for a moment. "Oh, sorry revered. I didn't see your sigil."
Oh, that's interesting. The lantern has the same design as my ring, but I didn't notice that anywhere else was using it. That's… Part of their religion?
I bet the local Goa'uld took it as their icon.
"That's fine." I walk to within more polite talking distance, but don't get too close just in case that's threatening. "I'm afraid that I've gotten quite lost. Could you please tell me where I-"
His eyes widen and he falls on his face in genuflection. Huh? I look over to his father and a second later he does the same.
"-am?"
Oh, boy. Paul, you probably just flared your shield. And around
this galaxy, glowy thing usually mean
trouble.