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Part 1
Richard Woolsey, current leader of Atlantis, was having a very nice day. He'd just received his glowing review from the IOA and was now considered the permanent leader, for the foreseeable future, of thee Atlantis base. Ever since Atlantis had been re-relocated to the Pegasus Galaxy after its brief ten-month tenure on Earth, his continued leadership had been in question. Now, finally, it was a settle matter again. After many talks, most of which revolved around military control of the base and leaving in on Earth, it was decided that having Atlantis on Earth was just too much of a security risk, weather you sunk it deep in the ocean or attempted to hid it in the most barren portions of a desert. There were just too many organizations that would do anything to get their hands on the Ancient tech Atlantis had to offer, now that a Galaxy wouldn't be standing in their way. This was, incidentally, why it was decided that Atlantis was to go back to Pegasus, among other reasons. This would mean that the only way to dial, and therefore get, to Atlantis, would remain squarely with the SGC, a ZPM. So, all in all, Woolsey was quite happy with the way things were going. He loved leading the Atlantis base. He loved and respected the people hear and would have been quite disappointed to go back to his old life with the IOA. It had been a long three months, locating a new planet, integrating the new and old personnel, and reestablishing trade agreements with old friends, but it had all been worth it. A plus note being they hadn't had any major, and very few minor problems since here return.
"Mr. Woolsey," Woolsey heard from his head piece. "You're needed in the gate room." Here we go, he thought. He looked at his watch, 5:46am Atlantis Standard Time (AST). Here's to hoping our luck holds.
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"Sir," Cormack said, "we're receiving a data burst."
"IDC?" Woolsey asked?
"No sir"
"Very well, make sure the data is transferred to a non-networked firewalled computer. And why isn't the gate shield up?"
"That's the problem sir, we can't put it up. There seems to be some sort of interference preventing it from operating. The gates been open for the last five minutes while we've been receiving the burst, we've been trying to put it up since. We've called for Dr. McKay and he should be here any second." No sooner had Cormack finished saying this then Dr. McKay came around the corner.
"Just so you know, I was having quite a nice dream before your incompetence and inability to solve simple problems interrupted me. Couldn't Zelenka have handled this?" McKay asked tersely.
"Sir, we can't seem to…"
"Yes, yes I know, move." McKay snapped. He was not a morning person and really had been interrupted from quite a nice dream. But, on the other hand, the thought to himself, he was arguably one of thee (if not thee) smartest people in this galaxy and so it was rather reasonable for him to be called upon to solve the tough problems. Such was the price of greatness.
McKay sat at the terminal and got to work. Forty-five seconds in however, he knew there was trouble.
"Well," asked Woolsey, "what's the problem?"
"First of all, what Einstein over there so cleverly diagnosed as interference is actually a highly complex program designed to nullify the frequency at which the gate shied runs. Very similar to how the program I designed to nullify the gate in order to retake Atlantis from the Replicators works. It will take me a few minutes to recalibrate the shield to negate the frequency, but I have a feeling, whoever is behind this will have finished doing whatever it is there up to long before in can finish." McKay went back the pounding away on the keys. Trying to make sense of what was happening. "No, no, no, no, no. This is not good. Why didn't anyone feel it prudent to mention the anomalous energy readings we received at the beginning of the transmission, didn't anyone else feel that was signif…wait, hold on, we have an incoming traveler."
"Incoming traveler," Cormack yelled down the now tense soldiers guarding the gate.
Moments later, a woman, glowing green, stumbled through the gate, "I made it" she sighed and then the shield flickered and collapsed.
The guards around the gate approached cautiously, Sheppard at the lead. He stared down at the women and then started, with something akin to shock and recognition.
"Carter?" He gasped.
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