It was exceptionally quiet evening at the SGC, and all the personnel were busy with their own little projects.
In his study Dr Daniel Jackson was working on a translation of ancient materials that had been found on the planet P3X 271. it was an easy transcript, one he could decipher as it had sections that closely resembled Latin, that and the fact hehad beenan ancient for a year when he had died.
Colonel Samantha Carter was in lab working on a way to create a more efficientapproach to powering the Stargate which would hopefully enable them to dial eight chevron addresses. It was long and tedious but Carter enjoyed it even though very little progress was being made.
In the mess hall Colonel Cameron Mitchell and Teal'c were discussing the Chicago Bulls' latest stats of a few slices of pie like they generally did when there was nothing esle to do.
Time was rolling on, as it normally does, and in the control room the quiet beeping of monitoring machineswas the only thing that broke the silence. At the desk Sergeant Walter Harriman was staring at the large circular device stood in the middle of the room through the observation window. Running around the inside of the circle there were thirty-seven different chevron symbols each one representing a different star constellation. Seven orange lights sat also at equal intervals on the other part of the circle. This device was the Stargate, the way to thousands, if not millions, of different worlds via the creation of a wormhole which was created whenever a correct seven chevron sequence was inserted into the dialling computer.
The Stargate was idle now, the chevrons had not moved since the last Stargate team SG9, had passed back through from their exploration of P3X-427, a barren desert wasteland once inhabited but clearly not now. That had been over seven hours ago. Since then Walter had sat and watched and waited in case another team returned home early under attack or otherwise and in case a team tried to communicate with the base.
It was on this night when nothing much was going on that something unthinkable was forced into motion. In the corner of the Control Room displayed on a wide flat panel computer screen was a kind of radar which tracked movement within one light year of earth. It was new, the satellite itself was given to the SGC by Thor, a member of the Asgard. To begin with there was nothing on it just the gridlines showing space and distance. Very very slowly small red dots started to appear and a shrill ringing alert began which made the poor sergeant jump. The expression on his face changed from a look of passive boredom to a display of shock and bewilderment. Leaving his chair he and one of his colleagues headed straight for the computer and surveyed the monitor, to Harriman's sheer horror thescreen showed hundreds of ships just appearing clearly out of hyperspace and thatthey were heading straight for Earth. Hurriedly, he ran over to the com system and in a loud and clear although nervous voice yelled "General Landry to the Control Room".
The next few minutes became a blur of movement as scientists, military specialists and technicians ran in and around the control room trying to make head or tail of the readings. At first it all seemed like a huge mistake, the satellite must have a faulty sensor array but with NASA confirming exactly what was being seen on the screen they all had to come to one conclusion, Earth was under attack and once again they had to save the world.