Gun bursts from Centurions were flying through the woods on Kobol. Two Tok'ra scientists and a human were fleeing from the Cylon attack on the ruins south of them. SG-12 and 13 were both wiped out in the first wave along with the other Tok'ra that were studying the site. More gun bursts rang from around the trees, the Tok'ra woman was hit in the back.

"Sharah! Jonas! The host is damaged beyond repair. Leave me and I will cover you until you can reach the chappa'ai," the strange voice screamed with pain.

"No, you are too valuable to leave for dead. You are our last hope if we are to have a new queen. Can you leave your host so that you might live?"

"Quint wishes me to. Jonas, do you wish to blend with me?"

"As much as I would rather not, you are your kinds only hope. We don't have much time until those machines capture or kill us, hurry."

The Gun bursts stoped and humanoid figures appeared in the shadows. Strange screaches sounded as a small snake-like animal left from Quint's mouth and leaped into Jonas' neck. His eyes glowed as he collasped onto the ground. The blending would take five minutes and large silver machines had surrounded the clearing. A blonde woman and a middle-aged man appeared as the machines folded up their guns and waited.

"What do we have here?" The blonde woman looked with curiousity at the three strange looking humans. "Load them onto the heavy raider and send them to New Caprica. The humans are going to answer for these spies and pay for them as well".

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"Sir, we havent heard from the teams we sent to P5X677 and they are overdue for their next transmission," Walter typed onto his keyboard as General Laundry looked at the Stargate.

"Dial the adress and send a UAV through the gate. See if anything happened to the site." The Unmanned Aireal Vehicle launched itself through the gate and began transmitting when it got through the other side. "Bring up video feed and fly it to the ruins."

"Sir, the UAV is showing what looks like smoke over the ruins and some kind of aireal vehicle circling them. Are those Death Gliders?"

"No, it's something else," Daniel Jackson looked at the screen, "they don't look like Goa'uld design." Tracer rounds flew past the UAV, it began to loose altitude and the fighters flew past the camera screen.

"How long until we can asemble a small fleet and find our people?" Daniel was anxious to see if his friend was still alive on the planet who had asked to come back to the SGC to avoid the Post-Ori chaos on Langara.

"We can send a fleet now. There are four Prometheus class vessels and two of our Daedalus class vessels are in orbit. They could be ready to go within the hour". Walter looked at Laundry waiting for his orders.

"Take SG-29 and 30 with you, you will need to bring the SAS unit we have on base to keep the IOA off of our backs. Find out what happened and make sure we get our people back. God's Speed". Jackson immediately left for his office to suit up and talk to Colonel Crater and Teal'c about joining him.

"Sir?"

"Yes Walter?

"I thought we were no longer using Prometheus class vessels."

"The IOA authorized the production of them to use as escort ships and to carry two squadrons of F-302's until we can create our own flagship and get it off the assembly line. The Navy has assigned several of its marines and SEAL teams on these vessels. Our fleet has become more of an invasion force now than a fleet designed to protect our own people. Now the IOA has decided to wait only five more months to tell the people of Earth about the Stargate Program and reveal all of our successes. If you ask me, we might not even have our jobs after they go through their little scheme."