Chapter one, Beginnings.
"It's SG1's IDC, sir." Walter's voice came clearly over the many alarms.
"Open the iris, Walter." Jack ordered, from the spiraling stair case
As the iris opened, several pieces of shrapnel flew through the gate and hit the lowering blast doors. Jack caught a fleeting image of a person flying through after the shrapnel.
In the gate room, it was a mess. Shrapnel flew every way, while every military personal ducked behind anything in reach. The person, who came through the Stargate, was lying prone at the bottom of the ramp. No one noticed that a four legged animal came along with the person.
"That's not SG1, Walter. Are you..." Jack looked monetarily confused.
"Double checked it, sir. And a medical team is on its way, sir."
"Good, I want answers, now. See to it that our guest gets the best medical expertise and new set of clothes. I don't think they will mind losing that bloody mess."
"Yes sir." A sudden moan came from the prone figure on the ramp. Walter and General O'Neill turned to stare at the woman as she pushed herself up.
She had midnight colored hair pulled back tightly in a military bun. Loose strands of hair fell almost to her waist. Tan leggings with a pair of well worn knee length boot/moccasins, where the lower half. The upper half was a bit more military, if you could call it that. A long sleeves jacket with fringe on the sleeves was on top of a black T-shirt.
She looked at all of the pointed guns and the only thing she said was, "Ah, Dang." The animal pushed its self up to reveal large brown eyes and a box like nose. His coat was a curly wired black and he was as tall as an Irish wolfhound. His ears peaked considerably at the site of the guns. His tongue hung out of his mouth limply.
Jack came through the door on the left. He nodded once at the men and the cautiously lowered their weapons. Lowered but ready to snap up at any given time. Any military person understood this, as the woman did.
"General O'Neill." At a raised eyebrow, she continued. "I'm Colonel Aylissa O'Neill. It would seem that we're not in the right time. Otherwise you would be the NID." At a nudge on her leg, Aylissa looked down at the dog.
"I almost forgot the dog is Storm-chaser."
"Why do you call him Storm-chaser? He's an Irish Wolfhound, correct?"
"Right on the head, General. My parents were chasing after something in a storm when my older brother, Dakota found him. My sister nursed him back to health and he stuck with us ever since."
At that moment a Medical gurney rolled in-front of Doctor Lam. She and two other underlay's stopped in front of the ramp. Aylissa took a look at Dr. Lam, did a back take and looked again. "Might I ask why Dr. Lam is down here?"
"You're bleeding. Sit and I'll take a look at it." Lam ordered Aylissa onto the gurney.