UNITY
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the concepts involved in SG-1. I use said characters merely for my own personal entertainment value. No harm is intended.
Rating: PG for some swearing.
Authors Note: This is a sequel to The First Race (Chapters 1-9). I suggest you read that first, otherwise this will make little sense. Oh, and there is a little salute to the Lethal Weapon series in this chapter. See if you can find it….. (
Unity Chapter 1 All for one, one for all.
I sat at my borrowed desk, thinking. Just over a week ago, I'd been sitting in my own office on Level 21 of the SGC, contemplating how much beer I'd need for the hockey game that I was going to be watching on my large screen TV at home, yelling the Blackhawks to certain victory. Then we'd gone on a 'little' mission to P4M 983. With that one mission, it looked as though we'd changed the history of the world forever. We'd found Dragons on that planet. Big, hulking black and silver DRAGONS. Carter had gone into research mode, while Daniel had become linguist extraordinaire. Of course, just as we'd started getting used to the idea that dragons did actually exist, they 'matured'. Changed. Into the Ancients. It had been a little bit of a shock to see the dragons, but these new forms? They reminded me a bit of centaurs. Those ancient Greek four legged creatures that.….
Oh! Oh, wow! Daniel styled epiphany! No doubt he'd already put two and two together, but it took me a little longer. Four legs, two eyes, plus a third 'spiritual' eye. Centaurs with a bit of artistic license! Now that made a whole lotta sense. Anyway, these Ancients had offered us help in destroying the Goa'uld. But at a price, of course: world peace. Unity, as they called it. So we went home, with Rhun (little silver ex-dragon, now of the flapping ear and four feet variety of alien) in tow. Called a meeting with the President, UN Heads and our alien allies. Had said meeting, lots of arguments, and then they all left.
We'd, being my team and I, been flown to the White House the morning after the 'summit'. Flown in early to prepare for the thousands of questions we'd have to answer during the media conference, along with finding out how much we were going to keep from the general populace. Not a hell of a lot was going to be kept secret, by the look of it. President Bartlett had said that if we were supposed to become 'united', then everyone had to know everything. Fair enough in theory, but practice may be a little different. It was a wait and see game. I was kind of looking forward to it. Maybe I'm a touch sado-masochistic. I am a soldier. I think I'm supposed to love pain.
So I sat at my borrowed desk, somewhere in the bowels of the White House, watching personnel run backwards and forwards past the door. It was entertaining to watch as they flashed past, a blur of black or navy. Or rather, it had been for the first hour. Now, after several hours of nothing to do, I was bored. And I had no idea where Carter, Daniel or Teal'c were. Of course, I could go on a recon mission to find them. Walk around a bit. Stretch my legs. That sort of thing. I stood up determinedly and strode out the door. Head on into a young man who was almost running past, hands full of documents. Which were now spread on the floor. Oops.
"Sorry, kid." I apologised, then made myself scarce. This wing of the White House (wherever it was) was large, and full of people all dressed in suits and looking very impressed with themselves. A little stressed right now, but that was understandable. I peeked into office after office, with still no trace of my team members. About fifteen minutes after I'd left my office, I was completely lost in the bowels of the White House. I'd lost track of natural light a few staircases ago, but hadn't noticed anything for several minutes, being used to underground offices. I turned back to retrace my steps when I found some sort of aide-de-camp looking at me. She had a neat beige business suit on, with legs up to her neck (I wasn't really looking, but hey, I'm a guy, right?) and short blonde hair. Reminded me of Carter. If she wasn't an officer in the USAF, that is.
"Can I help you, General?" The woman asked, moving her stack of papers from one arm to the other.
"I'm looking for my team members." I replied, hoping she knew who they were, or even who I was.
"Oh, yes. They're in the mess hall. I just saw the big guy…Um, what was his name again?"
"Murr, ah, Teal'c." No need for false identities any more.
"That's right. Teal'c. He was just heading there himself. Do you know where it is?"
"Haven't a clue, Ma'am." I replied. Hell, I didn't even know if I was still on government property.
"It's easy. You go back up this flight of stairs, along the corridor to the right. Turn left at the third set of stairs. Go up them, then around the corner to the right, down the next flight on your left. It should be a half flight, about 10 stairs. You'll see a painting of Lincoln. Turn left and go down that corridor for about a hundred meters and then turn right at the end. The mess hall is at the end."
"You're kidding, right? It sounds like a five mile hike!"
"Pretty much, sir. It's how we all stay fit." She flashed a smile and continued on. Now all I had to do was remember her instructions. Up the stairs, that way. Turn this way. Another flight of stairs. Another turn. There's the little stair case. Doing well. Lincoln, and then I smelt coffee. I was in the right area, all I had to do now was follow my nose.
I walked into what they called the Mess Hall. Frankly, I've yet to see a mess hall look quite this neat and tidy. And shiny. It was all wood and granite, with some stainless steel dispensers that looked like they'd just been installed. San Toria's in Colorado Spring's didn't have décor this neat, and that wasn't exactly a cheap restaurant. I found my team, sitting at a table in the far corner of the room, all of them sipping coffee and talking quietly. I headed over to them, after a brief detour via the coffee machine, and sat down next to Daniel.
"We were wondering how long it would take you." Daniel commented with a wry grin.
"Well, it would have been quicker, if I hadn't taken a detour via Los Angeles." I replied, stirring sugar into the steaming liquid.
"I think we went via Missouri, ourselves, sir." Carter grinned at me.
"So, where did you guys end up?"
"In some office down in the bowels somewhere. I got thirsty, so we decided to find some coffee." Daniel told me, leaning back in his chair.
"There is such a thing as water, you know." I told him, suppressing a grin.
"Well, if I'd gotten more than three hours sleep last night, I would have taken the water. However, since I'm suffering from sleep deprivation, water wasn't an option." I grinned at Sam over Daniel's grumbling.
"It was in fact your idea to stay up last night, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c told our archaeologist.
"I distinctly remember him insisting we all stay up with him, and learn Latin." Sam putted her two cents worth in. Teasing Daniel…. Gotta love it.
"Although I do not believe 'Hasta La Vista Baby' means 'welcome to our house' in Latin, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c smiled.
"I seem to recall having an argument about that. Something about 'Hasta' being the house and 'vista' being welcome visitors." I supplied.
"Shut up, guys." Daniel grumbled. We all grinned, then I decided to take pity on the man.
"So. It's now 0943, and we've been here for three hours now. The media frenzy is due to start in just over two hours, at 1200 hours. What are we going to do to fill in the time until then?" I looked in hope at my team members'.
"Play croquet on the lawns?" Sam suggested.
"Play croquet on the lawns of the White House? I don't think Security would go for that, Sam." Daniel replied, frowning.
"I must perform Kelnor'eem." Teal'c announced, standing up and scraping his chair away from the table.
"Where are you going to do that, T?" I'd just explored a good sized area of this place, and I hadn't seen a single quiet room, let alone a dark one full of candles.
"I have appropriated quarters in the President's wing." I saw Daniel's eyebrow's go up above his glasses, and knew that mine had done the same.
"Quarters. In the President's wing." I repeated in amazement.
"Indeed, O'Neill." Teal'c confirmed.
"Where there would more than likely be more than one flat surface."
"Away from all these people and their…noise." Daniel continued for me.
"And we could all get some sleep?" Sam finished hopefully. Teal'c looked at all of us, an eyebrow raised in malicious disbelief. He wouldn't would he? Deny us some much needed sleep?
"Indeed there are flat surfaces and quiet places for meditation and slumber." Teal'c confirmed. I was beginning to believe he would deny us all sleep. He was that kind of sick, twisted …... "And if you will follow me, we shall ensure that we are rested for the confrontation that is to follow."…..gem of a friend that I would never speak ill of. We all grinned at him, relieved.
"Lead on, Mr T." I gestured for him to precede us, then cracked up laughing. Teal'c glanced back at me, questioningly. "Remind me to show you the A-Team one day, Teal'c." I told him, chuckling still. He went out of the mess, deciding not to answer me. Not that I blame him.
Ahh, sleep. Love the stuff. Never get enough, which is more than likely why I love it so much. The pillow was lumpy, though, so I shuffled it around in a vain attempt to fall back into that place of dreaming. It had been a very good dream. Though not one that anyone under 18 could watch. I woke up finally, experiencing an intense period of Déjà vu. Luckily, once again I woke face down, and this time no one had woken me. A person would think that that was all I dreamt of. It wasn't. Really. Well, not usually, anyway. And not in the middle of the White House, surrounded by hundred's of people.
I shifted on my 'flat surface', digging an elbow into the couch that I had availed myself of. I heard Daniel snuffle from the other side of the room, and could tell he was in his waking up cycle. He had a routine that he did while still asleep. He would start by rolling over on to his left-hand side. Then, he would snuffle and mutter a bit and finally he would be woken by a large sneeze. His own large sneeze
"Ahh-choo!" And there it was. I turned my head, and saw Carter looking back at me, eyes glinting in Teal'c's candlelight.
"Do you know the scary thing?" Carter whispered into the quiet room.
"What?" I asked.
"I think that we know Daniel's wake up routine better than Shau're did." She meant it lightly, I knew, but there was a touch of sadness to it, despite her intentions. I grunted softly in reply. There wasn't much I could say to that, because it was true. Daniel had spent a year with Shau're, but we had all been a team for over 7 years now. We'd probably spent more time in his presence than his wife had. I dismissed my morbid thoughts as Daniel rolled back onto his back, blinking his eyes and groping for his glasses.
"Morning." I said to him, pushing up on my arms and looking around for Teal'c. The big guy was sitting watching us, his feet on his thighs and hands resting on his knees in Kelnor'eem position.
"What's the time, Teal'c?"
"It is twenty five minutes past the hour of eleven, O'Neill." The big guy replied. I grunted and flopped back down. 35 minutes until the conference. Plenty of time. I shut my eyes, then moaned in discomfort when I felt a hand whack my chest.
"Wh… ow!" I complained, rubbing the offended ribs.
"Get up. Sir." Carter told me, running a small brush through her hair to set it back in place.
"But…" I looked at my watch. 11.45. Shit. I'd fallen back to sleep. I leaped up and looked at the state of my trousers….. The *wrinkles* in them (get your minds out of the gutter, people!). Crease free. Thank God. I didn't have time to re-iron them. I mentally blessed Chen over on Alpine for his cleaning abilities, then pulled on my jacket, stars and all.
The General walked in minutes later, and looked us over quickly. He nodded and then gestured silently for us to follow him. So we did.
I was standing, shifting from foot to foot, looking around what one of the aides had called the 'green room'. It was some place behind the main briefing room that people waited until they were called. At this point, someone was outside giving the press a brief run down of the history of the Stargate Program, with diagrams and pretty pictures and everything. It was pretty much a slightly abbreviated form of Daniel's address to the UN guys. 'We found this big round stone ring. We switched it on, went through. Made some allies. Blew up some aliens. Came home heroes'. Or something like that.
"Colon- General." Carter got my attention.
"Yes, Colonel?" I replied.
"Will you stop pacing? You're driving me nuts."
"How could you be driven nuts, Colonel Carter?" Teal'c asked from beside her.
"It means that's she's being driven insane. Loopy, mad, screwy, whacky, completely potty by her senior officer's desire to wear a path in the carpet beneath his feet. And if he doesn't stop, she's going to knock him out." Carter replied, with a very scary smile in my direction. I stopped pacing and looked at her, stunned.
"Here, here." I heard Daniel mutter from behind me. I looked at him, then back at Carter, and finally sat down with a put upon expression on my face. I looked up at the monitor set in the corner, to see Du Vierte answering some press questions. I couldn't quite hear the question, but his response was fairly easy to make out. He laughed. Loudly.
"God, no." He replied, still chuckling. I was now dying to find out what the question had been. Some White House Official stepped forward and leaned down to speak into the microphone.
"We're going to bring in some Air Force Personnel who will be able to answer some of your questions. Understand, this does not go out until we give the okay."
"Janice!" Several press cried, raising their hands like they were back in school again.
"Sun." The woman pointed to one of the upraised hands.
"How long has the government known about this operation? How long has the President been aware of the existence of …aliens."
"The President, and his chief advisers have been aware since he came into office. Both President Bartlett and the Joint Chiefs have been to the Stargate Command several times, to oversee treaties and meet foreign dignitaries. Please, no more questions. I'd like to introduce the team of SG-1. This comprises Brigadier-General Jonathon O'Neill, Lieutenant- Colonel Samantha Carter, Dr Daniel Jackson and Teal'c. Now I must reiterate, Teal'c is what is known as a Jaffa. He is an alien, so please be aware of that." Janice looked off to the side, and that's when the door to our little 'green room' opened.
"Here we go, kids." I sighed, then stood up and strode toward the door and the press beyond.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the concepts involved in SG-1. I use said characters merely for my own personal entertainment value. No harm is intended.
Rating: PG for some swearing.
Authors Note: This is a sequel to The First Race (Chapters 1-9). I suggest you read that first, otherwise this will make little sense. Oh, and there is a little salute to the Lethal Weapon series in this chapter. See if you can find it….. (
Unity Chapter 1 All for one, one for all.
I sat at my borrowed desk, thinking. Just over a week ago, I'd been sitting in my own office on Level 21 of the SGC, contemplating how much beer I'd need for the hockey game that I was going to be watching on my large screen TV at home, yelling the Blackhawks to certain victory. Then we'd gone on a 'little' mission to P4M 983. With that one mission, it looked as though we'd changed the history of the world forever. We'd found Dragons on that planet. Big, hulking black and silver DRAGONS. Carter had gone into research mode, while Daniel had become linguist extraordinaire. Of course, just as we'd started getting used to the idea that dragons did actually exist, they 'matured'. Changed. Into the Ancients. It had been a little bit of a shock to see the dragons, but these new forms? They reminded me a bit of centaurs. Those ancient Greek four legged creatures that.….
Oh! Oh, wow! Daniel styled epiphany! No doubt he'd already put two and two together, but it took me a little longer. Four legs, two eyes, plus a third 'spiritual' eye. Centaurs with a bit of artistic license! Now that made a whole lotta sense. Anyway, these Ancients had offered us help in destroying the Goa'uld. But at a price, of course: world peace. Unity, as they called it. So we went home, with Rhun (little silver ex-dragon, now of the flapping ear and four feet variety of alien) in tow. Called a meeting with the President, UN Heads and our alien allies. Had said meeting, lots of arguments, and then they all left.
We'd, being my team and I, been flown to the White House the morning after the 'summit'. Flown in early to prepare for the thousands of questions we'd have to answer during the media conference, along with finding out how much we were going to keep from the general populace. Not a hell of a lot was going to be kept secret, by the look of it. President Bartlett had said that if we were supposed to become 'united', then everyone had to know everything. Fair enough in theory, but practice may be a little different. It was a wait and see game. I was kind of looking forward to it. Maybe I'm a touch sado-masochistic. I am a soldier. I think I'm supposed to love pain.
So I sat at my borrowed desk, somewhere in the bowels of the White House, watching personnel run backwards and forwards past the door. It was entertaining to watch as they flashed past, a blur of black or navy. Or rather, it had been for the first hour. Now, after several hours of nothing to do, I was bored. And I had no idea where Carter, Daniel or Teal'c were. Of course, I could go on a recon mission to find them. Walk around a bit. Stretch my legs. That sort of thing. I stood up determinedly and strode out the door. Head on into a young man who was almost running past, hands full of documents. Which were now spread on the floor. Oops.
"Sorry, kid." I apologised, then made myself scarce. This wing of the White House (wherever it was) was large, and full of people all dressed in suits and looking very impressed with themselves. A little stressed right now, but that was understandable. I peeked into office after office, with still no trace of my team members. About fifteen minutes after I'd left my office, I was completely lost in the bowels of the White House. I'd lost track of natural light a few staircases ago, but hadn't noticed anything for several minutes, being used to underground offices. I turned back to retrace my steps when I found some sort of aide-de-camp looking at me. She had a neat beige business suit on, with legs up to her neck (I wasn't really looking, but hey, I'm a guy, right?) and short blonde hair. Reminded me of Carter. If she wasn't an officer in the USAF, that is.
"Can I help you, General?" The woman asked, moving her stack of papers from one arm to the other.
"I'm looking for my team members." I replied, hoping she knew who they were, or even who I was.
"Oh, yes. They're in the mess hall. I just saw the big guy…Um, what was his name again?"
"Murr, ah, Teal'c." No need for false identities any more.
"That's right. Teal'c. He was just heading there himself. Do you know where it is?"
"Haven't a clue, Ma'am." I replied. Hell, I didn't even know if I was still on government property.
"It's easy. You go back up this flight of stairs, along the corridor to the right. Turn left at the third set of stairs. Go up them, then around the corner to the right, down the next flight on your left. It should be a half flight, about 10 stairs. You'll see a painting of Lincoln. Turn left and go down that corridor for about a hundred meters and then turn right at the end. The mess hall is at the end."
"You're kidding, right? It sounds like a five mile hike!"
"Pretty much, sir. It's how we all stay fit." She flashed a smile and continued on. Now all I had to do was remember her instructions. Up the stairs, that way. Turn this way. Another flight of stairs. Another turn. There's the little stair case. Doing well. Lincoln, and then I smelt coffee. I was in the right area, all I had to do now was follow my nose.
I walked into what they called the Mess Hall. Frankly, I've yet to see a mess hall look quite this neat and tidy. And shiny. It was all wood and granite, with some stainless steel dispensers that looked like they'd just been installed. San Toria's in Colorado Spring's didn't have décor this neat, and that wasn't exactly a cheap restaurant. I found my team, sitting at a table in the far corner of the room, all of them sipping coffee and talking quietly. I headed over to them, after a brief detour via the coffee machine, and sat down next to Daniel.
"We were wondering how long it would take you." Daniel commented with a wry grin.
"Well, it would have been quicker, if I hadn't taken a detour via Los Angeles." I replied, stirring sugar into the steaming liquid.
"I think we went via Missouri, ourselves, sir." Carter grinned at me.
"So, where did you guys end up?"
"In some office down in the bowels somewhere. I got thirsty, so we decided to find some coffee." Daniel told me, leaning back in his chair.
"There is such a thing as water, you know." I told him, suppressing a grin.
"Well, if I'd gotten more than three hours sleep last night, I would have taken the water. However, since I'm suffering from sleep deprivation, water wasn't an option." I grinned at Sam over Daniel's grumbling.
"It was in fact your idea to stay up last night, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c told our archaeologist.
"I distinctly remember him insisting we all stay up with him, and learn Latin." Sam putted her two cents worth in. Teasing Daniel…. Gotta love it.
"Although I do not believe 'Hasta La Vista Baby' means 'welcome to our house' in Latin, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c smiled.
"I seem to recall having an argument about that. Something about 'Hasta' being the house and 'vista' being welcome visitors." I supplied.
"Shut up, guys." Daniel grumbled. We all grinned, then I decided to take pity on the man.
"So. It's now 0943, and we've been here for three hours now. The media frenzy is due to start in just over two hours, at 1200 hours. What are we going to do to fill in the time until then?" I looked in hope at my team members'.
"Play croquet on the lawns?" Sam suggested.
"Play croquet on the lawns of the White House? I don't think Security would go for that, Sam." Daniel replied, frowning.
"I must perform Kelnor'eem." Teal'c announced, standing up and scraping his chair away from the table.
"Where are you going to do that, T?" I'd just explored a good sized area of this place, and I hadn't seen a single quiet room, let alone a dark one full of candles.
"I have appropriated quarters in the President's wing." I saw Daniel's eyebrow's go up above his glasses, and knew that mine had done the same.
"Quarters. In the President's wing." I repeated in amazement.
"Indeed, O'Neill." Teal'c confirmed.
"Where there would more than likely be more than one flat surface."
"Away from all these people and their…noise." Daniel continued for me.
"And we could all get some sleep?" Sam finished hopefully. Teal'c looked at all of us, an eyebrow raised in malicious disbelief. He wouldn't would he? Deny us some much needed sleep?
"Indeed there are flat surfaces and quiet places for meditation and slumber." Teal'c confirmed. I was beginning to believe he would deny us all sleep. He was that kind of sick, twisted …... "And if you will follow me, we shall ensure that we are rested for the confrontation that is to follow."…..gem of a friend that I would never speak ill of. We all grinned at him, relieved.
"Lead on, Mr T." I gestured for him to precede us, then cracked up laughing. Teal'c glanced back at me, questioningly. "Remind me to show you the A-Team one day, Teal'c." I told him, chuckling still. He went out of the mess, deciding not to answer me. Not that I blame him.
Ahh, sleep. Love the stuff. Never get enough, which is more than likely why I love it so much. The pillow was lumpy, though, so I shuffled it around in a vain attempt to fall back into that place of dreaming. It had been a very good dream. Though not one that anyone under 18 could watch. I woke up finally, experiencing an intense period of Déjà vu. Luckily, once again I woke face down, and this time no one had woken me. A person would think that that was all I dreamt of. It wasn't. Really. Well, not usually, anyway. And not in the middle of the White House, surrounded by hundred's of people.
I shifted on my 'flat surface', digging an elbow into the couch that I had availed myself of. I heard Daniel snuffle from the other side of the room, and could tell he was in his waking up cycle. He had a routine that he did while still asleep. He would start by rolling over on to his left-hand side. Then, he would snuffle and mutter a bit and finally he would be woken by a large sneeze. His own large sneeze
"Ahh-choo!" And there it was. I turned my head, and saw Carter looking back at me, eyes glinting in Teal'c's candlelight.
"Do you know the scary thing?" Carter whispered into the quiet room.
"What?" I asked.
"I think that we know Daniel's wake up routine better than Shau're did." She meant it lightly, I knew, but there was a touch of sadness to it, despite her intentions. I grunted softly in reply. There wasn't much I could say to that, because it was true. Daniel had spent a year with Shau're, but we had all been a team for over 7 years now. We'd probably spent more time in his presence than his wife had. I dismissed my morbid thoughts as Daniel rolled back onto his back, blinking his eyes and groping for his glasses.
"Morning." I said to him, pushing up on my arms and looking around for Teal'c. The big guy was sitting watching us, his feet on his thighs and hands resting on his knees in Kelnor'eem position.
"What's the time, Teal'c?"
"It is twenty five minutes past the hour of eleven, O'Neill." The big guy replied. I grunted and flopped back down. 35 minutes until the conference. Plenty of time. I shut my eyes, then moaned in discomfort when I felt a hand whack my chest.
"Wh… ow!" I complained, rubbing the offended ribs.
"Get up. Sir." Carter told me, running a small brush through her hair to set it back in place.
"But…" I looked at my watch. 11.45. Shit. I'd fallen back to sleep. I leaped up and looked at the state of my trousers….. The *wrinkles* in them (get your minds out of the gutter, people!). Crease free. Thank God. I didn't have time to re-iron them. I mentally blessed Chen over on Alpine for his cleaning abilities, then pulled on my jacket, stars and all.
The General walked in minutes later, and looked us over quickly. He nodded and then gestured silently for us to follow him. So we did.
I was standing, shifting from foot to foot, looking around what one of the aides had called the 'green room'. It was some place behind the main briefing room that people waited until they were called. At this point, someone was outside giving the press a brief run down of the history of the Stargate Program, with diagrams and pretty pictures and everything. It was pretty much a slightly abbreviated form of Daniel's address to the UN guys. 'We found this big round stone ring. We switched it on, went through. Made some allies. Blew up some aliens. Came home heroes'. Or something like that.
"Colon- General." Carter got my attention.
"Yes, Colonel?" I replied.
"Will you stop pacing? You're driving me nuts."
"How could you be driven nuts, Colonel Carter?" Teal'c asked from beside her.
"It means that's she's being driven insane. Loopy, mad, screwy, whacky, completely potty by her senior officer's desire to wear a path in the carpet beneath his feet. And if he doesn't stop, she's going to knock him out." Carter replied, with a very scary smile in my direction. I stopped pacing and looked at her, stunned.
"Here, here." I heard Daniel mutter from behind me. I looked at him, then back at Carter, and finally sat down with a put upon expression on my face. I looked up at the monitor set in the corner, to see Du Vierte answering some press questions. I couldn't quite hear the question, but his response was fairly easy to make out. He laughed. Loudly.
"God, no." He replied, still chuckling. I was now dying to find out what the question had been. Some White House Official stepped forward and leaned down to speak into the microphone.
"We're going to bring in some Air Force Personnel who will be able to answer some of your questions. Understand, this does not go out until we give the okay."
"Janice!" Several press cried, raising their hands like they were back in school again.
"Sun." The woman pointed to one of the upraised hands.
"How long has the government known about this operation? How long has the President been aware of the existence of …aliens."
"The President, and his chief advisers have been aware since he came into office. Both President Bartlett and the Joint Chiefs have been to the Stargate Command several times, to oversee treaties and meet foreign dignitaries. Please, no more questions. I'd like to introduce the team of SG-1. This comprises Brigadier-General Jonathon O'Neill, Lieutenant- Colonel Samantha Carter, Dr Daniel Jackson and Teal'c. Now I must reiterate, Teal'c is what is known as a Jaffa. He is an alien, so please be aware of that." Janice looked off to the side, and that's when the door to our little 'green room' opened.
"Here we go, kids." I sighed, then stood up and strode toward the door and the press beyond.