Intial Encounter Via MALP
Former SG-1 leader O'Neill and all four current SG-1 members Carter, Jackson, there in the gateroom felt and looked stunned. Except for Colonel Cam Mitchell, that is. Dr. Carolyn Lam was keeping confined in the base infirmary, with the aid of two Marine Force Recon veterans who were armed with dart rifles, in case he should unwisely act recalcitrantly and leave before she discharged him.
The four SGC bigshots in the rarely-changed-over-the–years gateroom stood in the control room overwhelmed with curiosity, excitement, and anticipation. They had worked with the rare-and-special SGC for about nine years now, discovering much of what their galaxy and loosely, the universe, had to offer. That included meeting three-quarters of the Alliance of Four Great Races. But now they would meet the fourth one, which until now had remained elusively unfound, as well as being virtually unknown about any to any level deeper than the very top of the surface level.
Daniel Jackson started to get enthused which he always did in these kind of situations. "Now we can find out their cultural norms as related to their mythology if they have any, and boy would I like to find out the inner working of their elegant language", he said, barely able to maintain a calm composure. Of course, nobody heard the good archaelogist completely because he speakk yet even more quickly when he
Sam Carter then said "I can't wait to learn about the fundamental underlying concepts their technology's based on! I wonder if they were at least the second most-advanced of the four overall, and maybe even more advanced in some ways than the Ancients."
Jack then said partially casually"I, for one hope they've got some big-honkin space guns they'll use on our behalf to jump start the final "butt-whuppin" of those omni-annoying Ori. "
Teal'c went last, saying" Are u not forgetting the big question: to inquire if they make any desserts similar to cake?" he said with a one-sided big grin looking O'Neill straight in the eye. Tealc's sense of humor had improved exponentially since he had been living among the Tau'ri.
"Maybe we should learn first from the colonel what they look like," Sergeant Harriman said as he gazed at them all for a moment.
"Gosh Walter, you really deserve a raise, as I've said time and time again. In fact, I'm about to submit this work-years budget requests to the Pentagon. I won't forget to bug them about adding at least a few thousand to yours for outstanding work and for your long years serving in the airforce."
"Say, thanks general." Walter said. "My wife kept saying it was high time I received a raise. After all, I've done my work pretty conscientiously for my time here, and the children are about to attend college" he said seriously but amusedly.
"Right he is" O'Neill said with an affirming smile.
"Sorry to interrupt you, Walt" Colonel Lauren Rebecka "Beck" Hinsworth shot in. "But I think our Furling contacts are just as eager to met you and at least start communicating through the MALP. Oh, and they resemble the elves of JRR Tolkien's Lord of the Rings", except their grooming, clothing, and crafted possesion is much more futuristic sci-fi, at least on the level of the Ancients."
"Now I heard that" an eloquent-sounding voiced said mischeviously." "May I?" he seemed to be asking Becky." "Why of course terminik edukil" she said. "In the Furlingaian language, that roughly means Ph.D. Professor she said.
A male Furling with medium-length dark-brown hair and a futuristic official uniform like SG archaelogists wore stepped up to the MALP camera. He looked friendly, benevolent, and a bit aloof like Daniel Jackson might look. "Greetings personnel of the Tau'ri United States airforce Stargate Command " he said. I am Liann of the Furling. I am a combination what our Tau'ri friends, children of the Alterans, might call an archaeologist and an anthropologist. Forgive my poor English, as I haven't spoken it for more than eight thousand year up until now. I find it very fortuitous that both of our exploration teams were on this planet today. We are just reacquainting ourselves with some mutual friends, the Asgard. They spoke very highly of you, and said in another thousand years, with what they termed "human ingenuity" you would be churning out scientific theories and technology just a bit le advanced than the Furling and the Asgard. Remarkable, and well-done. "
" And now to the matter at hand. We have made first recontact with the Tauri. have, in the past, left your galaxy for too long and discontinued giving aid, due to some of our leaders believing we had negatively interfered in the course of human civilization. They felt the humans were too primitive to benefit well from us using our advanced knowledge to help them. We had taken over the role a teachers of the Earth peoples from the Asgard, a they returned to the Ida Galaxy to attend to some very pressing matters. That, and the fact that the Alterans were enraged at us for it, after some rogue Furling elements had developed an eventually hostile artificial intelligence for our ships, causing our Alteran allies considerable trouble. For those 2 reasons, we left for the Milky Way Galaxy for the Olympus Galaxy. But, as cultures do, we've reassessed having done so all this time, and feel differently now. Our Presiding-Exectif has been informed we remade contact; he is very excited and would like to meet his counterpart, the President of your United States. For now though, we might get acquainted, that is, our uh, task team with yours? We can take turn visiting Team Headquarters. We've refurbished structures on this planet so they are no longer as barren and lonely as you experienced last time,' he said.
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With Mitchell finally well, O'Neill decided to suit up and join his former SG team to visit the Furling Sanctuary Planet they'd been on. In just no more than six months, he was going to be promoted to Lt. Gen and Assistant Head of Homeworld Security, and he wouldn't be going offworld often, if at all. He relished this last opportunity to do that, as it was one of the biggest finds he would ever observe in his career.
The four SG-1 members stood in front of the embarkation room's ramp, with O'Neill leading in front.
"I'm breaking an unwritten rule today" he said with a charming grin. I'll be the fifth member of SG-1 today, as well as the de-facto leader. Yup. Sorry, Cam. Sorry, Sam. The ever-power-hungry General O'Neill is grabbin the reins of this ol' gateteam operation for one last time."
"Well, that's one way to look at it , general. I look at it as you' directly directing us, kind of like like you usually do via malp, but in closer physical proximity, and observing/analyzing firsthand" Mitchell wittily responded.
"Hey, Mitch…' O'Neill said grinning slyly. 'Do I detect you implying that I don't direct my SG-teams in an well-informed manner when I travel through the gate?" "
"Well, no,' Mitchell said cheekily, "But since you mentioned it, I'm gonna be big jerk and assert a little that, yes,.." "
I am sorry, O'Neill and Cameron Mitchell" Teal'c said, with a energetic grin. "But do you not notice, O'Neill that when you act as a wise-aleck, you encourage Colonel Mitchell do also be a wise-aleck in turn. In fact, you two could parlay back and forth for an entire day. Please do not do so. I am rather sure that in timingly keeping our appointment, we shall meet pleasant people and see pleasant scenery instantaneously. I, for one, have been stuck underground for decades, and am impatient to be above-ground in the open air for a bit. Are you not?'
Jack O'Neill got the point, striding forwards up the ramp toward the familiar ring. He suddenly stopped.
"Ha, betchyou all thought I was gonna walk right into the incoming event horizon, he said. Well. Actually, I almost thought I was going ta do that. Eah, no I wasn't!"
"Told ya you need to be out on missions more often, General' Mitchell remarked." He was about to continue again when Teal'c shot him a tired, narrow-eyed look, and clued all in that he was going to walk forward right ahead of O'Neill, being the first to step into the event horizon.
Jack put one hand up signaling Teal'c to let him have the right of way. Teal'c smiled satisfiedly and nodded his head at O'Neill, gesturing far with his right hand toward the gate, for him to lead the way.
O'Neill hurriedly strode up to his favorite circular gate. No matter how many times he heard someone elaborate on the wormehole-rekated physics of how the gate functioned to transport humans light-years away, his right brain hemisphere still was amazed at the concept.
He stepped one inch in front of the gate, waiting to step all the way through and be demolecularized, then hurled forward in space to end up deposited on a planet gazillions of miles away.