DR: Now we meet the second team, whose past adventures is the core of this fanfic's idea. Right now though two of them are not as they usually appear...
Disclaimer: Just like I don't own SG-1, I don't own this lot, 'Dno Crisis'.
A short distance up the road from where Carter and O'Neill were staying, two people sat in a car, both watching the same estate as the SG team. Sitting in the passenger seat, the woman brought up a hand held radio. "You sure about this Rick?"
"Positive Regina, that compound is definitely the place." Can the assured voice in reply.
"Good, so when do we go in?" The man besides her asked grumpily. "Cause I want out of this monkey suit."
Regina turned her head to look at her friend and managed not to laugh. Dylan Morden had always been rather gun-ho, while she and the others had been trained in stealth operations. Dylan had been in the army since his youth, and sitting in a South American city wearing chives was something he was just not comfortable with. Because of his size, there were very few clothes that fitted him. At 5ft 11, he was not unduly tall, but he had a lot of body mass, large muscles that allowed him to carry heavy equipment and granted him great stamina. So he was forced to wear a loose, flimsy Hawaiian shirt, patterned with lime green jagged stripes over an orange background, with swirls of purple completing the design. It was nauseating just looking at it.
"Dylan, we have got to scope out the security before we even take another step towards that place." She told him.
"Yeah, I know." Dylan sulked. "But why did you have to pick me to drive you out here?"
"Simple. With you here, I don't get pestered by the local youths." She told him, eying with barely concealed disgust a group of young male tourists hanging around on the corner nearby, several of whom glanced her way every now and again.
Dylan just grunted, conceding that she had a point. Regina was always attracting attention, even when she did not want to. There was no doubt she was attractive. Slim, kept in shape by her training, she was also tall, able to look many men eye to eye with her 5ft 9 statue. She had some mixed blood, as her eyebrows were slanted slightly over her large liquid eyes, indicating some oriental heritage. Those eyes most of the time showed only a cool, calculating outlook, but could also show extremes of emotion, on rare occasions. He had never been on the receiving end of one of her cold looks, but Dylan had seen enough that he knew those who did would have found more warmth in the Artic winter. But she could also show a lot of warmth and feeling. Dylan would never forget that look in her eyes when she had been forced to leave him behind in the Gate Room in Edward City, so that she could save them all.
She was now dressed in a broad strapped tank top, leaving her arms and neck exposed, showing off her complexion. Her skin was very smooth and pale, almost pearly white. She kind of looked like some oriental china doll come alive. The knee length saffron skirt she wore showed off a good portion of leg, but hid the few scars she carried.
The most shocking feature about her though was her hair. It was a powerful red, which in shadow darkened to a more 'normal' redhead colour, but in the sun like now was bright and vibrant. She kept it about an inch above shoulder length so it did not interfere with operations, and it hung straight as a ruler, catching almost any breeze. Dylan knew that most women would have had to dye their hair to get that kind of colouration, and would kill for hair that was so well behaved. Dylan couldn't remember a single time in the Edward City event when she had had to brush her hair out or disentangle it. It always seemed to just straighten out by its self.
But in her heart, Regina was a professional, and she was sweeping the compound with the mindset of one. She also kept most of colleges away for that reason. No emotional attachment. No great harm to her if one of her comrades fell in the line of duty. The few times she had been deeply hurt was when someone she cared about had died, so she maintained distance between her feelings and herself. Dylan watched as she stiffened slightly, her viewfinder paused.
"Light guard tower in the trees, with a .50 calibre." She began to sweep again. "Another one," she shifted again. "And a third. Looks like these people follow the same book as you Dylan." She joked. Dylan just grunted again.
So the owners of this estate were messing around with a time gate. That should have been impossible, as Dr Kirk had not even come up with the Third Energy idea yet. That wasn't due till 2006, and it was only early 2001. Dylan still was not sure about what had happened. Both he and his daughter, who had not even been born yet – heck, he had yet to meet her mother! – had been trapped in the gate room, waiting for the self-destruct of the strange facility to blow, hoping against hope that Regina would somehow save them. As he had watched a second computer tower fall towards them both, he had been stunned to see it slow down! He had throw up his arm in a futile gesture to block the tower, but even his arm seemed to be slowed. For what seemed an eternity nothing had moved, then he 'felt' a charge in the air. His skin crawled and the hairs stood upright. He only had time to think that it felt similar to how it had been when they had entered the Time Gate when both he and Paula had been engulfed in whiteness.
There had been a stomach churning lurch, then the whiteness had faded, to revel that they where now back inside a patrol boat, just like the one he and Regina had been using! A disk of metal flooring from the futuristic gate room was under them both, and a truncated section of computer tower was still resting on Paula's legs. As he had looked around in a daze, his eyes had come to rest on a relieved looking Regina. She had two other men with her, dressed in a similar fashion, except their body armour was the standard vest type and they had short-sleeved shirts and pants instead of her body stocking. Once the remaining chuck of computer tower was lifted away Rick, a young dark skinned African-American, had tried to explain how they had been saved while he had tended to both his and Paula's injures.
In essence what had happened was that they had had used the Time Gate built into the craft to take Dylan and Paula 'out of the time-space reference' for a few seconds. They remained in the same location as they had, but time had continued without them. Rick had brought them back into the flow of time when the whole planet had rotated enough to bring them out inside the patrol boat. It was sort of like teleportation, but was extremely difficult and dangerous. Rick would have continued to explain but Dylan had felt his eyes glaze over. Seeing that Dylan was in no condition to hear anything else, Regina had interrupted Rick, saying it was time to return home.
They had set out to return to their own time, but something went wrong. Instead of returning to 2010, they had ended up crashing down on the outskirts of this South American city. Fortunately they had been able to hide any trace of themselves and taken cover before the local police arrived.
Rick, the computer genius, had said that the time gate had been diverted by something, some power surge caused by an unknown source. The net result was that the craft had been dragged out of the time vortex into the same time frame as the disturbance, and close to the same location. Dylan couldn't make heads or tails of Ricks explanation. His main concern was that, while he and the others had come though safety, particularly Paula, the same could not be said of the patrol boat that had housed the gate. It had crashed hard into the ground, completely wrecking the gate and rupturing the fuel tank. They had had just enough time to gather their weapons and any portable equipment before they had to abandon the boat before it blew. A few well-placed grenades ensured that there would be nothing left behind for the people of this time to go on and realise how advanced it was compared to their own equipment.
After laying low for a couple of days, during which they had learned about where and when they were, and sorted out means of blending in, they had set out to find the source of the interference, hoping that they would be able to find a way to return home. Now the search was over, they had to consider how to enter this well guarded estate.
"All right, we can't get anything more here. Lets head back and see what Rick can pull up." Said Regina, putting her binoculars back into the handbag she had picked up from a local shop, the better to blend in.
"You know, I never really thought of you as woman who used a handbag…"
"Ooh you'll pay for that." But her tone was playful, not threatening.
Grinning, Dylan switched the ignition on and moved the small, clapped out hire car out onto the street.
DR: Well, I've got to go. Oh, and if you all review more, I'll be more inclined to finish this!
