fargate - ch 2

it was a normal trip through the gate from the sgc to the library on catheteria. daniel had gotten a head-start on the translation by using an ancient jump drive. apparently, the catheters had been allies of the 5 races and had compatible technologies in addition to the stargate. while going through the archives, daniel also discovered they were the race who had destroyed themselves due to receiving tollin technology. it had been quickly intercepted and enhanced by retoo operatives who wiped out the civilization. inadvertantly, the radiation waves had activated every force-field security device in the city, trapping and killing the retoo, and blocking gate travel for a few hundred years. vala was interested by the rooms dedicated to the wraith. while discouraged by the other races, the catheters had found a way to get along with the wraith, and had even had a wraith president who went by the name of brian standeford. his tenure was long, as he proved to be impossible to coerce. brian had discovered as a child that the vicious targ-like pigdog on the planet was easily capable of sustaining a wraith's life, and all wraith allied with the inhabitants had easy and fulfilling lives. the catheter wraith were very fond of playing keyboards and made gothy music that often sounded very much like a screechier version of joy division or bauhaus. brian himself was a drummer. the catheters were big fans of graphic art and poster art. they loved to cut up each others' pictures and posters to create new works of glory and beauty. they had almost all been preserved, as had pretty much everything except for the citizens and guests. the cities themselves were works of art, shimmering and glistening like a t-rex concert. as the city was now crawling with tourists, sg-1 decided to venture out into the country using the local beasts of burden known as roughriders. the roughrider beasts were about the size of a pony but shaped more like a cheetah with green spots and three soft horns. they sped out of the city on special trails made specifically for the roughriders and headed to a spot on the map labeled "whiskey dick", a ridge shaped like a boner.