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Well, I finally got a good idea to make into a story. I hope you enjoy it. I apologize in advance because the next chapter will have to be written after exams so bear with me until then. Thanks for reading.
Our strengths are what divide us from the masses and make us unique. When a member of SG-1 loses their greatest asset, will they still be as valuable as they once were? And can that person come to grips with the loss?
What are we, without our Strengths?
"Sir, are you sure we're going the right way?" Major Samantha Carter asked her commanding officer.
"Of course we are. The U.A.V. said the ruins were due east of the gate and this way," Colonel Jack O'Neill pointed directly in front of him, "is east."
"How do you know that, sir? My compass has been spinning wildly since we entered this jungle." Carter levelled her compass in an attempt to make it stop spinning but the tiny needle only twirled more freely.
"I have a great sense of direction Carter." O'Neill responded.
"O'Neill."
"What is it Teal'c?" O'Neill responded as he stumbled on a rock.
"I believe we are being followed." O'Neill looked back to his Jaffa friend and the whole group stopped and listened. O'Neill scanned the thick trees for movement but only caught the slight rustling of the leaves due to the wind and he heard nothing except his own breathing, but he knew better than to doubt Teal'c. After a few more seconds, he heard it, the slight sound of movement that didn't fit in with the surroundings. Knowing that whatever was following them could be dangerous, O'Neill gave silent hand signals to his team, ordering them to split up and take cover in the bushes beside the narrow path. When everyone had a safe position they waited. There was nothing but silence for a few minutes. Suddenly the slight noise returned, but much closer. O'Neill raised his P-90 and saw Carter do the same across the path.
Out of the thick underbrush emerged an armour clad warrior. He held his head high and slightly cocked to the side, listening for any noise. O'Neill scanned this possible foe quickly. His armour was a very elaborate mixture of chain and plate mail. The solid plate mail made up the breastplate while the chain mail hung loosely at his joints. All the rest was composed of leather, or something like it. O'Neill then searched for weapons. Around the warrior's waist were only three things, a short sword, an elaborate horn carved from wood and a small satchel.
Suddenly, the warrior spoke. "I know you are here! You have violated this sacred land! Present yourself to me now, or face the consequences!"
Before O'Neill could say or think anything, Dr. Daniel Jackson popped out of the bushes to speak to the warrior. "We're very sorry for trespassing. We're explorers and we sort of got lost." Realizing their cover was blown the colonel stood up and the rest followed.
"There is no apology for this!" With that the warrior brought the horn to his lips and blasted a note that echoed through the jungle. "You are all condemned to die."
"Now wait just a minute." O'Neill began, but was cut off when the warrior drew his sword. Sensing the possible fight, O'Neill carefully fired a bullet from his P-90, hoping the sound would scare the warrior but the warrior was unfazed. The warrior lunged at O'Neill, who was reluctant to fire, but did when the short sword was a foot from his neck. The shot was meant as a grazing one that would past through the flimsy leather of the armour, but the leather blocked the bullet as if it was Kevlar and the warrior kept advancing. Teal'c grabbed the warrior and wrestled the sword from his hand then knocked him to the ground.
"Can't we all just get along?" O'Neill asked.
"After you kill me, a dozen of my brethren will strike you dead." The warrior panted from the ground. Suddenly another horn blast was heard in the distance. "They come."
"That means we go! Teal'c, take point, we're heading back to the gate." O'Neill ordered and the Jaffa took upon himself the task of finding their footprints and following them backwards. The team made fast progress but the sound of the horns was getting closer. They came across a stream they had crossed earlier, but before they could cross again, they saw at least ten warriors taking up a defensive position on the other side. SG-1 ducked behind some rocks to shield themselves from a barrage of arrows that showered down on them.
"Now what? The stream was too strong to cross anywhere else."
"I know that Daniel." O'Neill said through clenched teeth. Then they heard a war cry and heard the warriors crossing the river. O'Neill was reluctant to kill these primitives if he didn't have to, but he had to in order to survive. So he gave the order. SG-1 leaned out and opened fire from behind the rocks. After ten seconds, they ducked back down.
"What the hell was that?" The colonel exclaimed. "I swear I hit him!"
"Our weapons seem to be ineffective." Teal'c pointed out.
"You can say that again." O'Neill said sarcastically.
"Our weapons..." O'Neill raised a hand to silence Teal'c in frustration.
"Carter?" O'Neill asked.
"I don't know sir, the armour maybe?" The war cry suddenly died away and the sound of retreating footsteps was heard. O'Neill poked his head up and saw the coast was clear.
"They're gone, let's go." O'Neill said as he stood up.
"Why'd they run off so fast?" Daniel said as he stared toward when the warriors had been.
"Maybe that's why." Carter said. Daniel and O'Neill whirled around to see Carter pointing to a black snake that was slithering out of the bushes. The snake's tongue flicked as it trained its eyes on the people in front of it. It was huge, possibly twenty-five feet. O'Neill gave the order to fire, but sensing the danger, the snake attacked. It lunged forward toward the closest target, Carter. Carter lifted her P-90 up as a shield but against the mammoth snake it was almost useless. Both of the shape fangs sunk deep into Carter's forearm.
"Carter!" O'Neill shouted, but his cry was drowned out by the noise of bullets from his P-90.
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