This is a crossover story between JAG and Stargate: SG-1. I know it may
seem like a stretch to try and combine these two shows, but my mantra for
this story is: Thank God for the Marines. I am going to use the fact that
there are Marines at the SGC to incorporate the characters of JAG into a
story. This story will start out as a JAG story but will eventually become
a "Stargate Inspired" JAG story. I am not quite certain where I am taking
this story yet so just bear with me. Okay, that's enough babbling. On
with the story.
Chapter 1
"Get Down!!!"
As the shout rang out through the haze of the battle, Major Wilkins wished he had never gotten out of bed today. Despite the fact that that bed happened to be a sleeping bag rolled out on the cold, hard ground, the Major knew that the rocks poking in his back just seven hours ago would be a welcome change to the.predicament he and his team of Marines were in now. Of course, he was a Marine and would therefore never admit those fleeting thoughts to anyone.
Now, here he was, about to die of this God forsaken piece of shit rock (better known as P5C-424), and what did he have to show for it? Nothing. Not even a single shred of good intel in their continuing battle with the Goa'uld. 'I am going to kick the ass of the so called expert that recommended this little excursion,' Major Wilkins thought to himself.
The Major's thought were interrupted by the scared face of the newest member of his off world team.
"Report Lieutenant."
Lieutenant Rothby gave the Major an incredulous look. 'Report?' he thought. 'We're gettin' our asses kicked, how's that for a report?' However Rothby knew his place and quickly discarded the thoughts that would most definitely get him court martialled, if not shot by his superior.
"Sir, the Jaffa have taken up flanking positions on both sides of us and are making it extremely diffucult for Captain Michaels to dial out. Every time he steps up on the pedestal to dial, they hit us with another barrage. Our only hope right now sir is to weaken the left side of their forces where they have the cannon blasters. If we can do that, we should be able to lay down enough cover fire to dial out."
"Okay Lieutenant, I want you and Lt. Anders to try and outflank the left side of that column of Jaffa. I need for the two of you to draw as much attention away from the pedestal as possible. Once Michaels dials out, he and I will lay down cover for you two as you fall back to the gate. Understood?"
"Yes Sir!"
Rothby signaled to Lt. Anders who was currently firing to the right flank and advised him of the change in plans. Anders acknowledged immediately and pulled back along the front ridge to join Rothby. Meanwhile, Major Wilkins and Captain Michaels moved into position to provide rear cover for their teammates. After ten minutes of what seemed like never ending bombardments, the team finally had a break. Two of the three Jaffa cannons had been destroyed allowing Captain Michaels to reach the pedestal and dial out to Earth. As the wormhole formed, Major Wilkins sent the iris code through the wormhole along with the emergency message and then ordered his team to extract. Captain Michaels dove from behind the DHD and was the first to make it through the wormhole. The Major pulled himself back to the higher ground of the Stargate platform and begin to lay down rapid cover fire for the remaining two members of his team. As his two team members approached the gate, Wilkins attempted to re-adjust his stance to give himself a better angle on the approaching Jaffa. As he stepped back two steps, the Major failed to notice the large piece of debris directly underfoot and step down onto the unstable piece of rock. Losing his balance he stumbled back and was engulfed by the wormhole.
As blackness turned to light Wilkin's head impacted onto the grated surface of the embarkation ramp. He felt the pain wince through his head and neck and immediately felt the warmth of blood rushing from under his hat.
"Damn't, that hurt!!"
The booming sound of the General's voice resounded through the gate room, "Major, are you okay?"
It took a moment for his vision to clear but he responded shortly with a quick,"Yes Sir."
At this moment, the commotion in the gate room was interrupted by the wormhole disengaging. Major Wilkins looked on with complete shock as he felt a sickening feeling building up in his gut. Michaels came through, but there was no sign of Lieutenants Rothby or Anders.
"General, we need to re-dial P5C-424 immediately. I still have two men on the other side!"
"I am sorry Major, but I will not allow you to go back through. If the wormhole disengaged then the fate of Lt. Rothby and Lt. Anders has unfortunately been sealed. I will not risk the lives of anymore SGC personnel when the Lieutenants are probably already dead. I am sorry Major."
"But General."
"That is final Major. Doctor Frasier, please take Captain Michaels and Major Wilkins to the infirmary for a complete check up. Major, we will debrief in one hour. All other personnel stand down."
Wilkins heart sank in his chest as he looked up at the gate looming over him. Two of his men were gone and it was his fault. He had committed the cardinal sin of any leader of an SG team; he had left men behind. Regardless of the circumstances surrounding the incident, he had killed two of his men because he was not the last one through the gate. He had not ensured the safety of his entire team and now two families would have to be told that there sons were not coming home. As the medical orderly helped him to his feet, Wilkins knew that his days as an SG team leader were officially over.
Chapter 1
"Get Down!!!"
As the shout rang out through the haze of the battle, Major Wilkins wished he had never gotten out of bed today. Despite the fact that that bed happened to be a sleeping bag rolled out on the cold, hard ground, the Major knew that the rocks poking in his back just seven hours ago would be a welcome change to the.predicament he and his team of Marines were in now. Of course, he was a Marine and would therefore never admit those fleeting thoughts to anyone.
Now, here he was, about to die of this God forsaken piece of shit rock (better known as P5C-424), and what did he have to show for it? Nothing. Not even a single shred of good intel in their continuing battle with the Goa'uld. 'I am going to kick the ass of the so called expert that recommended this little excursion,' Major Wilkins thought to himself.
The Major's thought were interrupted by the scared face of the newest member of his off world team.
"Report Lieutenant."
Lieutenant Rothby gave the Major an incredulous look. 'Report?' he thought. 'We're gettin' our asses kicked, how's that for a report?' However Rothby knew his place and quickly discarded the thoughts that would most definitely get him court martialled, if not shot by his superior.
"Sir, the Jaffa have taken up flanking positions on both sides of us and are making it extremely diffucult for Captain Michaels to dial out. Every time he steps up on the pedestal to dial, they hit us with another barrage. Our only hope right now sir is to weaken the left side of their forces where they have the cannon blasters. If we can do that, we should be able to lay down enough cover fire to dial out."
"Okay Lieutenant, I want you and Lt. Anders to try and outflank the left side of that column of Jaffa. I need for the two of you to draw as much attention away from the pedestal as possible. Once Michaels dials out, he and I will lay down cover for you two as you fall back to the gate. Understood?"
"Yes Sir!"
Rothby signaled to Lt. Anders who was currently firing to the right flank and advised him of the change in plans. Anders acknowledged immediately and pulled back along the front ridge to join Rothby. Meanwhile, Major Wilkins and Captain Michaels moved into position to provide rear cover for their teammates. After ten minutes of what seemed like never ending bombardments, the team finally had a break. Two of the three Jaffa cannons had been destroyed allowing Captain Michaels to reach the pedestal and dial out to Earth. As the wormhole formed, Major Wilkins sent the iris code through the wormhole along with the emergency message and then ordered his team to extract. Captain Michaels dove from behind the DHD and was the first to make it through the wormhole. The Major pulled himself back to the higher ground of the Stargate platform and begin to lay down rapid cover fire for the remaining two members of his team. As his two team members approached the gate, Wilkins attempted to re-adjust his stance to give himself a better angle on the approaching Jaffa. As he stepped back two steps, the Major failed to notice the large piece of debris directly underfoot and step down onto the unstable piece of rock. Losing his balance he stumbled back and was engulfed by the wormhole.
As blackness turned to light Wilkin's head impacted onto the grated surface of the embarkation ramp. He felt the pain wince through his head and neck and immediately felt the warmth of blood rushing from under his hat.
"Damn't, that hurt!!"
The booming sound of the General's voice resounded through the gate room, "Major, are you okay?"
It took a moment for his vision to clear but he responded shortly with a quick,"Yes Sir."
At this moment, the commotion in the gate room was interrupted by the wormhole disengaging. Major Wilkins looked on with complete shock as he felt a sickening feeling building up in his gut. Michaels came through, but there was no sign of Lieutenants Rothby or Anders.
"General, we need to re-dial P5C-424 immediately. I still have two men on the other side!"
"I am sorry Major, but I will not allow you to go back through. If the wormhole disengaged then the fate of Lt. Rothby and Lt. Anders has unfortunately been sealed. I will not risk the lives of anymore SGC personnel when the Lieutenants are probably already dead. I am sorry Major."
"But General."
"That is final Major. Doctor Frasier, please take Captain Michaels and Major Wilkins to the infirmary for a complete check up. Major, we will debrief in one hour. All other personnel stand down."
Wilkins heart sank in his chest as he looked up at the gate looming over him. Two of his men were gone and it was his fault. He had committed the cardinal sin of any leader of an SG team; he had left men behind. Regardless of the circumstances surrounding the incident, he had killed two of his men because he was not the last one through the gate. He had not ensured the safety of his entire team and now two families would have to be told that there sons were not coming home. As the medical orderly helped him to his feet, Wilkins knew that his days as an SG team leader were officially over.