The year was 2016, Staff Sergeant Jonathan Jack O'Neill was the 2 IC of Sg-2. Jon O'Neill was Jacks clone, a long story short he (Jack) was abducted by an Asgard named Loki. Loki was meant to replace Jack with a similar aged clone, but there was something wrong so Loki replaced Jack with a 14 year old Jack. Thor came and solved the problem, Jacks clone was only meant to live several days. Thor solved that by tinkering with Jon's DNA, he would Live a normal life span. It took Jon a while to adjust to this, he had to go back to school, relive his child hood. Jon took the opportunity to make several changes to what Jack had done in life. Jon at the age of 18 decided to join the Marines instead of the Air Force. He decided to keep the sarcasm and witty responses however. In 2014 Jack decided to bring Jon into Homeworld command, bringing him into Sg-2. Fast forward to 2015, Jon was 26 in several days, he had a mission today to P5X-78c. SG-2 had changed over the years as well, Colonel Luke Smith was in command. Col. Smith was 36 he had spent his entire career before the SGC with the Marines. Col. Smith was assigned to SG-2 in 2011. Keiran O'brien was the teams Irish scientist. He had been in the team for several years before Col. Smith. The red head was 33, he planned for this to be his last mission before taking a job at Area 51 analysing Ori weapon systems. Corporal James Sanderson was the longest member of SG-2 he had been a veteran of the team when O'Brien had joined. Cpl. Sanderson specialised in heavy weaponry, he favoured his M249 in combat, naming her Tracy. Cpl. Sanderson rivalled Jon in sarcasm and wit. The team arrived at the gate room, the gate was already open, the blue shimmering portal enticed him. General Abraham Ellis leaned over and spoke into the micro phone. "Good luck out there, We will see you in four hours." We all nodded at General Ellis, he became the man in control after Landry retired. Personally Jon liked him, they both shared a dislike of the mumbo jumbo that all those civilians spoke of, many did not share Jon's opinion however. The team stepped through the gate, on the other side was a small meadow shrouded by tall purple trees. "Welcome to Jimi Hendrix's mind people." Jon announced. "Ok, quick perimeter check, regroup and then we'll hit the highway and explore this place."
The team had found a small dirt road that led somewhere, they just didn't know where. It had been four miles and thirty three minutes, boring was not the word. The scenery did not change, looming trees enclosed the path. "At least your last mission will be a walk in the park O'brien." Sanderson clicked his neck. "Thanks Sanderson, a bit of R & R doesn't go amiss." They carried on the path for a few seconds idly chatting about previous memories and O'brien's new job. Jon noticed something, was it just him? Apart from the vacant background chatter, there was nothing. Wind whistled through the tall trees, the world stood still. It seemed every one else had noticed the odd event. Jon turned to Col. Smith, just in time, a laser beam materialized where Jon's head was a second ago. At that moment all hell broke loose, O'Brien's head exploded, sending cranial tissue into three faces. "Run!" Jon barreled back down the path, apart from the footsteps behind him everything was silent. Sanderson let off a few shots with his M249 before a ghostly apparition blocked the path in front of him. Jon and Smith ran for their lives occasionally firing into the trees, they did not realise Sanderson was down until they heard a blood curdling scream, Jon knew that scream from buried memories not of his own. After ten minutes of running almost near the speed of sound, they had reached the gate. Jon started dialling Earth immediately, Smith was several metres away, aiming into the thick tree line. An un-human scream erupted from the tree's. Jon placed his palm on the red circle on the DHD and at once the gate burst outwards. Smith had noticed movement in the trees so he started firing, only to be punched sideways by an invisible force. Jon looked behind him to witness the attack, great, wheres ghost busters when you need them! "Come on!" Jon muttered as he tapped his ode in on the GDO on his wrist, his code was 2003101514JJO. Jon looked behind him to see Smith with his combat knife in hand, slowly turning in a circle, Jon squinted where was the enemy? Jon received his answer when out of no where a creature appeared before Smith. It was at least eight foot tall, it had yellowish skin tinted with green. Black scales combined with grey armour gave it an intimidating look. A gun? Or something rested on the beings shoulder, next to that was the beasts head, covered in a mask, dreadlocks rested against it's neck. The eyes on the helmet flashed green, oh no! Was it some kind of new Kull warrior? What kind of Go'auld possessed invisibility, apart from the already dead ones? Four blades sprung out of the creatures gauntlets, they looked very very sharp. Smith glanced at Jon, Jon knew that look and as Jon shouted No, Smith ran forward, knife raised, only to be easily impaled by two blades. Jon drew his P90, he fired two shots before the creature threw a boomerang? Frisbee? Very sharp frisbee! The very sharp frisbee crunched through the P90 like a knife through butter, more like a chainsaw through butter, thought Jon. Jon watched as the beast unbuckle it's helmet, it pulled slightly on a valve, a hiss of CO2 burst out, another valve gone. The beast stretched its fingers across it's mask, dramatically taking time to create tension. The face below was... The Beast roared, flaying it's mandibles outwards. "You are one ugly motherfu-" A burst of gunfire shredded the beasts torso, it cried out, it turned to reveal Smith holding his P90, wavering with his last ounce of strength. "Get out of here and never come back!" Jon shared a look that lasted seconds but felt like hours with Smith. Both of them nodded, Jon stepped back into the wormhole, his last sight was the beast advancing on Smith.
Jon emerged on the other side of the wormhole, turning he shouted "Shut it now!"
No one responded, for the room was devoid of life. Jon rubbed his eyes, was this a dream? The gate shut off behind him, the room darkened, emergency power was on. The room looked different somehow, he couldn't put his finger on it. A blast door opened to Jon's left, and out came something that would rock Jon's world forever.