The battle was over. All of the remaining Zeros were well on their way back to their carriers, their pilots scared out of their minds from the display of fire power that the Americans had unleashed upon them. It was supposed to be an easy victory, but it had turned out to be a major disaster.

Admiral James Hunter watched the 26 'Mantas' fly overhead and quite literally disappear. "Markit," he said to the radio operator, "Get a hold of that General O'Neill again."

"Sir, we are getting a communication from the surface." Major Anderson said. "They are requesting to speak to General O'Neill."

"Put in on Major."

"This is Admiral Hunter. Thank you for your assistance, but you never answered my original question. Just where did you come from?"

"Admiral Hunter, we should talk about that in person and maybe we can help each other out." Daniel cut in.

"Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Dr. Daniel Jackson. Diplomacy isn't one of O'Neill's strong points." Jack just glared at Daniel. "Well its true Jack. Remember that time on..." Jack cut him off with a gesture.

"Why the hell is a doctor aboard a United States military vessel in the first place?"

"We can explain all that in person Admiral. We should meet. Your place or ours?" Jack interrupted.

"You come here. One hour." Hunter replied.

"That works for us." Anderson cut the connection. "So. How are we gonna get down there?" Jack stated.

"Sir, we better not beam or ring in. It could spook them a little too much." Carter noted.

"Don't we have a Jumper that we can use in the port hanger?" O'Neill asked.

"We do, but who will operate it?" Daniel said. Jack started to grin. "Jack, you can't pilot it. If you did, it will just stay on the ground. It should be someone who can return to the Enterprise after dropping the delegation off. I wonder how many people aboard have the ATA gene?" Daniel thought aloud.

"Excuse me, sir." A voice arose from behind them. "I can fly the Jumper if you need me to."

Everyone turned around to see Major Nel Kylex's hand raised in the CIC.

"Kylex, you have the ATA gene?" Carter asked astonished.

"Yes ma'am. How else would I be able to fire the drones that we have aboard the Enterprise?"

"So that's why you are operating the weapons system." Daniel said.

"Okay. We have a driver. Now, who else are we missing?" Jack clapped his hands together. "Wait... We have Ancient Drones?" he looked at Kylex.

"Later Jack."

"I will join you O'Neill." Teal'c stated as he and Cameron entered the bridge.

"Just for the trip down, T. These folks might not take too kindly to your presence." Teal'c nodded.

An hour later, Admiral Hunter was waiting with his personal staff. "Admiral, we have reports coming in with the casualty reports." A soft hum started to sound. "The Arizona is a complete loss and a couple of destroyers went down from resulting damage. The Montana did not suffer... what is that sound?" The humming sound was getting louder, when suddenly a cigar-shaped vessel rippled into view.

"I think that is the negotiations team from that vessel." Hunter thought to himself, while his aide was staring at the ship that gently hovered in front of them. The ship flew without wings, and looked more like a brick than an airplane. The vessel set down less that 20 meters away.

The jumper landed in the middle of an open field. A 40-or so looking man was standing off to the side. Dressed in an Admirals uniform, he had light brown hair and a gentle looking face. Standing only 5'10", he was surrounded by aides and other curious officers.

The back of the jumper opened and SG-1 stepped out.

"Well, let's meet the new neighbors."

A/N: Short chapter this time. Next one will have a 'familiar' character