Into The Fire
"Okay, what the hell is going on?" The man with graying hair and the coiled snake gun asked, his voice filled with exasperated annoyance. He looked over at the furious Legionnaires, their weapons aimed forwards at the older man. "Huh, haven't seen that before." He admitted, looking them over.
"You mean you shot out the door, not knowing what you were hitting?" Sentry said in shock, before shaking her head. "Oh, never mind, we can talk about how you're more reckless then me ("Traveler save us." Ghost muttered in the background, shaking his small body. "What have I wrought?") some other time." She said before looking at the very furious, and confused, Legionnaires. "They're not gonna wait long for their buddy to wake up before they start shooting again."
As if responding to her, one of the Legionnaires snarled behind his helm and stepped forward, Slug Rifle at the ready. With a furious snarl, he held down on the trigger and unleashed a stream of microrockets towards her.
"Ah shit." Sentry-32, hopefully soon to be 33, said before getting sent back dozens of meters, her frail and heavy body smashing through a hut, eliciting frightened screams from it's occupants.
"Sentry!" Ghost shouted in horror, while O'Neill glared at the rhino-turtle that had shot her. "Alright buddy, time out!" He said, raising the Zat'nik'tel (otherwise known as Zat Gun) and fired a series of bursts. Like the Centurion before it, the Legionnaires armor systems short-circuited, leaving it stiff and still.
The other Legionnaires roared in anger and began striding forwards, Slug Rifles at the ready.
"Hey, guys?" O'Neill called to the fellow members of SG-1, still waking up from the comatose slumber.
"May want to wake up here, we got company!" O'Neill said, backing up and raising the Zat gun, firing a few more shots off at the Legionnaires, shorting out their armor. The Legionnaires replied by angered roars and fired their Slug Rifles again, their aim broken by the close knit groups Cabal Command beat into their soldiers doing in every given combat situation and their angered state. A good Cabal soldier tended not to be an angry one.
The clear leader of the Legionnaires raised his Slug Rifle at Jack O'Neill, an ugly sneer underneath his helmet. "Huh, never thought I'd die like this." O'Neill said dryly, raising the Zat gun in a last sign of defiance.
And then the Cabal soldiers exploded in a cloud of fire and burnt dirt.
O'Neill stepped back in surprise, quickly looking down at the Zat Gun as if that had been the cause of it.
"Sorry for the delays, just woke up and all." Cameron Mitchell said with a smirk as he exited the hut, a C4 Detonator in his hand. He gave O'Neill a cocky smirk, idly tossing the remote in the air. "And you said I was crazy for setting up C4 charges underground before we went to sleep." He said.
"One, you still are, and two, I think we got bigger problems then you being right about something." O'Neill said, scanning the surrounding area.
"Such as?" Cameron questioned.
Before O'Neill could answer, the little robot that had awoken them hovered over their shoulder, it's iris shifting slightly. "Well, a few things, the largest one being a Cabal Invasion force attacking this planet, and us having no true way of getting off this planet." Ghost answered, before shifting in the direction of his fallen Guardian. "Just keep your eyes on the skies. If you see something big, blocky and shooting, don't bother yelling, it'll make it quicker for the Cabal to find you." He said before darting off in the direction of Sentry.
A shOrt silence passed between the two leaders of SG-1, former and current.
"What was that?" Cameron questioned, O'Neill shrugging. "Hell if I know, all I know is that it woke us up." He said, looking around the burning village and it's horrified occupants. "Yeah, well here's hoping he's friendly." Cameron muttered, looking back at the tent. "I'll make sure everyone is up and ready, and make sure our supplies are good." He said, O'Neill giving an encouraging nod. As Cameron ran back into the hut/tent, O'Neill turned around and looked at the head 'priest', who was staring at him with an expression similar to how the Pope would look like if Jesus had descended from the Heavens.
"Erm, hi?" Jack said with some confusion, having not remembered there being humans on this planet before he and the rest of SG-1 fell asleep.
The head priest let out a shocked gasp, quickly getting unto his knees and performing a Kowtow, hands laid out on the ground and eyes staring at the ground. The rest of the villagers, at least the ones not stuck in a catatonic-shocked state, did the same.
A short silence came over the village.
"Daniel, I think you may wanna see this!" O'Neill called out.
Ghost hurried over to where the still body of his Guardian was, horrified thoughts racing through his mind. Was she dead, could she be repaired, would she still be herself when she came back? A small part of his mind laughed at the nature of what was happening. This sort of thing had happened with Sentry many a time, 33 now. He'd almost lost track on how she'd died, although a small part of his memory storage was dedicated to keeping track.
He'd installed that after the Seventh death, which had occurred within seconds of the last 6.
Why she'd thought she could beat that Archon was still beyond him, and why she insisted on doing so even after her 7th death. Thankfully, cooler heads had prevailed, by means of another Warlock shooting 'grenades' at the ceiling and crushing the Archon.
Ghost zipped into the broken hut holding her form, her onyx colored frame appearing alright. Whatever Golden Age Humanity had made the Exo's out of, it had been certainly durable. Ghost slowly floated over her still form, his eye flashing a bright blue, and a bright light connected him to her. For a fraction of a second, they were one and the same.
Two Bodies, One Soul.
And then it it was over, and Sentry's golden eyes snapped open.
A short silence filled between the pair of them and Sentry let out a disgruntled sigh, resting her head against the ground. "Damnit, now I owe that damn Vandal 20 Glimmer." Sentry-33 said in a surprisingly calm voice, given that she'd just died and came back to life. Ghost stared down at her incredulously, his mind unable to grasp what she said. "I... You... The Vandal... What!?"
Sentry looked up at him with surprise, as if only now noticing him. "Huh? Oh yeah, remember that Vandal in The City? Yeah, a couple of days ago, he bet me that I would die within the week and come back." She said with a small shrug. "We were a bit drunk."
"You're a ROBOT! HOW DO YOU GET DRUNK!?" Ghost demanded before letting out a suffering sigh. "Actually ya know, I seriously don't want to know. Right now, we should check up on those people we woke up." He said, floating above the revived Sentry, rotating her shoulders to warm up her servos. "Oh yeah, almost forgot about them." She admitted, rubbing a stiff joint in her neck. "Wonder how they're dealing with the new times?"
Daniel Jackson was not a happy person at the moment. A small part of his mind wondered why these types of torments seemed to drop themselves onto SG-1 so many times. Having ascended himself, he knew he could rule out 'Divine' intervention, but still, he wondered to himself sometimes. At the moment, he was oddly reminded of the P4M-328, when SG-1 had been mistaken for Terrorists on a planet with many similarities to Earth.
However, on that planet, they'd been seen as vile figures and almost killed as a result. Here, quite the opposite was happening...
"For the last time, we!" Daniel said, pointing to himself and making a wide gesture to fellow members of SG-1, most of which were exiting the hut trailing behind footlockers outfitted with ammunition and weaponry. Another idea that had came from the current leader of SG-1's mind. Given what O'Neill had said had happened mere moments ago, Daniel felt somewhat happy that they had this weaponry. Whatever these creatures were, they sounded aggressive and very angry...
"Are not!" He said, continuing in his game of charades with the tribal priest. From what he'd been able to gather, they believed SG-1 were Gods, called the "Tau'ri", and were to be protected from the False Gods, the "Goa'uld". The fact these humans even knew those words had been dumbfounding to Daniel, but he needed to make some things clear.
"Gods!" Daniel said, miming a person bowing before another, crossing his arms. "Do you understand?" He said in a slightly pleading tone. The priest looked at him with obvious confusion, not quite grasping the words being said. Daniel let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why me?" He murmured.
"Have you tried saying 'I surrender'? Worked well for me!" A feminine voice said, catching the attention of SG-1. They all turned and saw a strange figure approaching them. The slight curves of her body revealed gender to them, although her choice of attire was a curious one: Armoured boots, gloves and a small bandoleer outfitted entirely in pockets, as well as dark blue and violet... Robes?
She also seemed to be wearing some sort of onyx mask, a pair of golden eyes poking out from the eye holes. She noticed a red machine gun laying on the ground and grabbed it, putting it into an oversized holster on her back. "So, how's everyone feeling? Good, I hope?" She asked, and that's when Daniel Jackson realized it wasn't a mask she was wearing, but her real face.
The villagers noticed the coming robot and hissed, some of them pulling out spears and stone axes, while the lead priest gave an accusatory point at her and cried "Goa'uld!".
Daniel Jackson noticed her bright golden eyes and let out an annoyed groan, seeing how they could mistake her for such a thing. "Wait, no, don't!" He said, holding out a hand to the crowd. They turned to face Daniel, confusion evident on their faces. He sighed, looking over at Teal'c, Vala and Sam. "Do we have all our stuff?"
"Indeed, Daniel." Teal'c confirmed, hoisting up a P90. "We have plenty of weaponry, as well as the needed ammunition for them." He said, before Samantha spoke up. "But all of the food and medicine is either long expired or rotten away." She said, obviously troubled by that. "We're going to have to hope the Stargate is still up and running and get to Earth."
Ghost and Sentry-33 shared a glance before looking at Samantha Carter. "Hold on, did you say Stargate?" Ghost asked. Samantha Carter jerked back in surprise at the sight of the Ghost but quickly collected herself. She'd seen much stranger before. "Yes, it's a ring-shaped device that can allow instantaneous transport between worlds." She said, looking at them curiously. "Did you use one to get here?"
Sentry-33 nodded quickly, her voice a mix between pride and embarrassment. "Yeah, although we have no clue how it works. We just explored an old, abandoned military base, hacked a computer and... Poof, here we are."
O'Neill, who was holding a P90 and currently scanning the skies, looked over at the group with confused expressions. "I'm sorry, what?" He said, walking over to the group. "What do you mean, abandoned military base?" He questioned.
Sentry-33 and Ghost shared another glance, this one more pitying then before. "Maybe we should explain it on the way." Sentry said, feeling bad to have to explain to them everyone they knew was likely dead and the galaxy was broken.
"Yeah, but how are we going to get away from them?" Vala said, jerking a thumb at the natives. "I've dealt with the 'worshiped as a god' routine once before, I'm not going through that again."
Ghost puzzled over what that she meant by that while SG-1 and Sentry-33 silently thought to consider that option. Finally, Teal'c spoke up. "I believe I have an idea."
Next chapter: Fighting the forces of the Goa'uld, Going Home and explaining to SG-1 the current state of the Solar System.
