Now guys, there will a bunch of changes here from the original piece, and the first chapters will be SG1 centric. Sorry if not what you like and in no way, shape, or form do I own Code Geass or Stargate SG1.
Hope you enjoy
Sincerely,
The Holy Chesse
Saturdays….
Bliss.
He means, like Sunday is good and all, but bad things always happen on Sundays! Alien Invasions, plagues, you name it!
But Saturdays always are good.
Now Jack O'Neill was probably not what people call a superstitious man, but years on the job make one believe in that sort of stuff. He avoids getting up on the left foot and tries not to spill salt. Especially on his favorite day, Saturday. He will desperately try to appease the Fates on this day, since he simply wants a nice day off.
Now the story begins on a Saturday in fact, to the great outrage of the Colonel. He did his whole routine of remembering to step on his right foot and being quite careful with his salt. For luck.
Today, he needs all the luck he gets.
…
As per usual, on one Saturday a month he has to work. Off world trips, meetings and scientific lectures are all things he has to do, though the latter he deeply wishes not to do.
Yawning, for the fifth time this morning, he swallowed a lump of semi-liquid pudding. He regretted it instantly. Putting up a napkin to his face, he spit the vile substance out and covered it up.
What happened to the old chief? He thought. Even the broccoli was eatable! Now even the sight of the new one sends shivers down his spine.
He saw a familiar four-eyed archeologist drifting among the crowd. He waved a hand and the archeologist, Daniel Jackson, waddled over and plopped himself on a metal chair nearby.
"So, a good Saturday so far?" Daniel asked, sniffing the blob of what looked like eggs on his tray. He, like most of the SGC know about the Colonel's love of the day.
"Oh good, except that a pudding tried to poison me." Jack said, looking at a nearby pudding with distaste.
"Hey Jack." Daniel spoke, after chewing a mouthful of egg.
"Yeah, Danny Boy?"
"You ever feel old?"
"Why you cheeky….."
"I mean like you are getting old. You clearly have grey hairs on your head and I can see the beginnings of wrinkles on you."
"Hey compared to Teal'c I'm a whipper-snapper." Daniel nodded and took a bite of a brown-breaded sandwich.
"We gotta go to the briefing room in half an hour." Jack said out of the blue.
"Yep, I'm giving a bunch of information there." The young man said.
"So-" Jack said, standing up.
"Meet you there?" He asked, pushing the chair back into the table. Daniel 'hm' ed through a mouthful of god knows what.
Jack practically jumped with joy when he escaped the mess hall. A few things in there would make even a Goa'uld freak.
…
Daniel stood awkwardly in front of a projector with 20 pairs of eyes watching. The one they were waiting for, O'Neill, was late for 7 minutes. Where was the man!?
A sad groan from the stairs announced the coming of the Colonel.
"Bathroom problems." The man said, sitting into a vacant chair near his team.
"Now, that everyone is here, we can begin." Hammond's deep voice spoke.
"48 hours ago, we got word of a Goa' uld preparing to invade Earth." A few gasps came from the crowd.
"Now, they said that it was planned to happen in 10 or so years, but it would be a lot harder then now. So we agreed to help to destroy the ship this evening. SG teams 1 through 5 will come with the Tok'ra and depending on the team will get different jobs. SG4 and SG3 will come with the Tok'ra into the bowels of the ship and plant a few explosives. SG5 will guard the gate. SG2 will be with SG1, they will kill or capture the Goa'ulds behind it all. Ganesha. Now time for Dr. Jackson to talk about him." The General explained.
"Ganesha is the Goa'uld god of luck, he takes on the form of a man with an elephant's head in myths." Queue the elephant headed man on the projector.
"He is typically kind and jolly in myths, but the Goa'uld is completely different. He uses chance to determine a person's fate. He sometimes flips a coin and depending on the results the person might live or die a horrible death. He also works with Hachiman, a Japanese god of war and culture, in this case. They both use a 'powerful' weapon, as a few Jaffa say, to overpower people and get what they what." Daniel continued.
"You are to find and bring back this weapon if possible, all teams." Hammond said.
"We are to move in 4 hours." The General said.
All the teams left the room quickly, preparing for the destruction of a spaceship and a Goa'uld.
(Sorry if you didn't like the new version. Just the old one kept making uncomfortable with updating it.)