Indiana Jones and the Mesopotamian Tablet
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Category:
G through L › Indiana Jones
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,093
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Indiana Jones movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Indiana Jones and the Mesopotamian Tablet
maryjeanfelton@hotmail.com
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I'm not trying to make any money, Indy was not created by me! I'm just borrowing him for an evening :)
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Indiana Jones and the Mesopotamian Tablet
Mesopotamia, the cradle of civilization. The land between the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers. This land was the birthplace of most modern things we take for granted: written language, religion, beer. Without some of these things, life today would be more different than anything else we’ve known. That’s why Indiana Jones was sent off to searcr thr the most famous example of early writing ever: the Sumerian Flood tablet. Inscribed on it is a chapter in the Epic of Gilgamesh, a story that closely relates to the story of Noah’s Ark in the bible. And Indiana just had to have it. The museum was looking for a center piece to highlight their Ancient Civilization’s display, and this cuneiform adventure story was just what they needed. The tablet was held in a church, but not by anyone holy. The Nazis had overtaken this church, unbeknownst to the locals, and were using it as their local headquarters, running operations from the basement.
Now in Mesopotamia, Indiana was almost ready to dive into his adventure head on. He needed only to do one thing: help. Dr. Brody had supplied him with everything he needed, including transportation, accommodations and the place to start looking; a village very close to the Tigris river. But Indiana knew he couldn’t do it alone. He needed an assistant. Someone who was strong, smart, resourceful, spoke the language, and knowledgeable of the situation. Unsure of where to find one, he stopped in at an area bar before retiring for the night.
The bar was not a local one; it was a tourist bar run by Americans. And behind the bar was a distinctly American sight: a woman, beautiful and blond, and most certainly not wearing the local garb, was serving drinks to a group of *very* attentive men. Indy grabbed a seat and waited for the attractive bartender to come over.
“And what can I get for you tonight?” She asked.
“Double shot of whisky sweetheart.” He responded.
“Of course Dr. Jones.” She said with a smile, turning her back to get him his drink. Dr. Jones started. How did she know his name? He has only been in town since this morning, and there was no way she could have heard of him by then. He knew he didn’t know her from his past, he would have remembered a face like that. Then how...?
“Here we go, double whisky. Been in town long?”
“How do you know my name?” Asked Indiana, taking a swig of his drink.
“Don't you think you should have asked that before you took a drink?" She said, and Indiana looked into his glass doubtfully and the woman asked, "Now, you don’t think they would send you down here alone, do you?”
“I don’t see why, they’ve done it before.”
“Not this time Dr. Jones.” The bartender said with a laugh. “My name is Dr. Grevey. Dr. Bridgette Grevey. I was sent by Mr. Brody and the museum to help… keep an eye on you, if you will.”
“Oh I will.” Answered Dr. Jones, finishing off his drink. “So, are you going to be my assistant?”
“If that’s what you would like to call it, Dr. Jones, then yes.” Answered Dr. Grevey with a smile.
“Are you sure you know what you’re getting into sweetheart, I mean this isn’t exactly your average day at work.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine Dr. Jones.”
“Well, do you speak the language? Are you strong, smart, and resourceful? Do you even know why I’m here?”
“Yes, yes, yes and yes.” Dr. Grevey said with a laugh. “Any more questions Dr. Jones?”
“Just one.” Indiana said, turning his glass over onto the bar. “Do you have a place to stay for the night?”
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I'm not trying to make any money, Indy was not created by me! I'm just borrowing him for an evening :)
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Indiana Jones and the Mesopotamian Tablet
Mesopotamia, the cradle of civilization. The land between the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers. This land was the birthplace of most modern things we take for granted: written language, religion, beer. Without some of these things, life today would be more different than anything else we’ve known. That’s why Indiana Jones was sent off to searcr thr the most famous example of early writing ever: the Sumerian Flood tablet. Inscribed on it is a chapter in the Epic of Gilgamesh, a story that closely relates to the story of Noah’s Ark in the bible. And Indiana just had to have it. The museum was looking for a center piece to highlight their Ancient Civilization’s display, and this cuneiform adventure story was just what they needed. The tablet was held in a church, but not by anyone holy. The Nazis had overtaken this church, unbeknownst to the locals, and were using it as their local headquarters, running operations from the basement.
Now in Mesopotamia, Indiana was almost ready to dive into his adventure head on. He needed only to do one thing: help. Dr. Brody had supplied him with everything he needed, including transportation, accommodations and the place to start looking; a village very close to the Tigris river. But Indiana knew he couldn’t do it alone. He needed an assistant. Someone who was strong, smart, resourceful, spoke the language, and knowledgeable of the situation. Unsure of where to find one, he stopped in at an area bar before retiring for the night.
The bar was not a local one; it was a tourist bar run by Americans. And behind the bar was a distinctly American sight: a woman, beautiful and blond, and most certainly not wearing the local garb, was serving drinks to a group of *very* attentive men. Indy grabbed a seat and waited for the attractive bartender to come over.
“And what can I get for you tonight?” She asked.
“Double shot of whisky sweetheart.” He responded.
“Of course Dr. Jones.” She said with a smile, turning her back to get him his drink. Dr. Jones started. How did she know his name? He has only been in town since this morning, and there was no way she could have heard of him by then. He knew he didn’t know her from his past, he would have remembered a face like that. Then how...?
“Here we go, double whisky. Been in town long?”
“How do you know my name?” Asked Indiana, taking a swig of his drink.
“Don't you think you should have asked that before you took a drink?" She said, and Indiana looked into his glass doubtfully and the woman asked, "Now, you don’t think they would send you down here alone, do you?”
“I don’t see why, they’ve done it before.”
“Not this time Dr. Jones.” The bartender said with a laugh. “My name is Dr. Grevey. Dr. Bridgette Grevey. I was sent by Mr. Brody and the museum to help… keep an eye on you, if you will.”
“Oh I will.” Answered Dr. Jones, finishing off his drink. “So, are you going to be my assistant?”
“If that’s what you would like to call it, Dr. Jones, then yes.” Answered Dr. Grevey with a smile.
“Are you sure you know what you’re getting into sweetheart, I mean this isn’t exactly your average day at work.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine Dr. Jones.”
“Well, do you speak the language? Are you strong, smart, and resourceful? Do you even know why I’m here?”
“Yes, yes, yes and yes.” Dr. Grevey said with a laugh. “Any more questions Dr. Jones?”
“Just one.” Indiana said, turning his glass over onto the bar. “Do you have a place to stay for the night?”