The Immortal Spacemonkey
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Warning: Potty language and violence
Chapter 10
The next day, under the Cheyenne Mountain Complex, the members of SG-1 were busy with their separate duties. Teal'c was teaching new trainees how to effectively use captured Goa'uld weapons. Carter was working on some new doohickey that was supposed to help boost the energy levels of a Naquada generator. O'Neill was finishing up some reports that were long overdue, much to the General's annoyance. Daniel was holed up in his office, armed with coffee and the Internet. Currently he was researching an artifact with an obscure dialect that was based on a combination of Greek, Latin, and Basque. Since he was not current on his knowledge of Basque, he found a translation program on the 'Net.
Even though he had been at the Complex for several hours, he had only seen his teammates briefly. Jack and Teal'c were still amazed by what they had seen the night before and were still trying to process it. Sam was still in shock over the same event. She did not know how to feel about seeing Daniel behead someone. Although she had killed people before, it has always been in the scope of the military, thus lending justification for her actions. Seeing her friend chop someone's head off in an alley way was completely beyond her definition of rationality. Personally, she thought this idea of the "Game" as something barbaric.
In the meantime, Daniel gave the others space to deal with what they saw, and give himself a chance to work uninterrupted.
As he was sitting at his desk, immersed in the tricky translation, the base alarms went off. He dumped the object, no bigger than a juice glass, back on to his desk. Daniel jumped to his feet and took off through the halls at a run, his destination the control room of the Gate room.
When he arrived, he found Jack, Sam, and Teal'c already there. They nodded their greeting, but did not take it further. There was some unresolved tension in the group, but now was not the time, nor the place, to deal with it.
"It's SG-6, sir, a nameless technician announced; Harriman had the day off.
"Open the iris," General Hammond ordered.
The iris opened and a moment later, two battered and bloodied people stepped through to face a company of ready and armed airmen. The wormhole then disengaged, revealing the fact that the two other members of SG-6 were among the missing.
Hammond called for a medical team and gave the order that as soon as they were able, he wanted them in his briefing room. The members of SG-1 and SG-3 were also told, at that time, that their presence was expected.
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Within a half an hour, the members of SG-1, 3, and 6 filed into the briefing room. The members of SG-6, Harris and Abbott, had only superficial and minor wounds. However, they both looked as if their whole world had been demolished.
"Sit," Hammond ordered as he walked in and sat down himself. "What happened on PT3-924?"
Harris and Abbot began to explain how they, after an hour of being on the planet designated at PT3-924, they had been ambushed by a bunch of locals dressed as if from Ancient Rome. Lieutenant Youngblood had been killed, while Sergeant Miller had been captured. Harris and Abbott then decided it was better to try to make it back home and bring back reinforcements to save Miller. Major Harris and Chief Warrant Officer Abbott both requested to join the rescue party, which Hammond agreed to.
"SG-1, you and SG-6 and SG-3 are going back to PT3-924. All of the other teams are either off world or out of commission," Hammond said. "Get your gear together. You will determine if it is possible to rescue Sergeant Miller and bring her and yourselves back here alive. You'll depart in two hours. Dismissed."
SG-1, SG-3, and SG-6 equipped themselves and were ready on time to depart from Earth, in hopes of rescuing a lost member of the SGC.
A MALP was sent ahead to look for any possible ambushes as the Gate. Once the signal came in and the area appeared to be void of any hostile forces, they stepped through.
It was currently close to sundown on the planet. Colonel O'Neill had the members of SG-3 stay behind to secure the Gate.
"Reynolds, hold the gate and don't get captured. If we are not back within twenty-four hours, or if you are ambushed, return to the SGC. We'll return through the Alpha Site once our codes get locked out. People, let's move," Colonel O'Neill ordered.
SG-1 and 6 moved out, each individual following a well-rehearsed script for moving in hostile territory. Despite some lingering hurt feelings, confusion, and irritation over the events of the previous night, SG-1 pushed it aside and was their consummate best.
After moving from cover to cover, SG-1 and 6 found, beyond a rise in the land, a fairly large size city, modeled on Ancient Rome.
Two story buildings, constructed out of stone, with Romanesque decorations, dominated that particular section. Further in, large white-gray buildings made out of a limestone material with columns dominated the architecture. In the center of the city was a building that appeared to be a replica, albeit in better condition, of the Coliseum. Lights were sprinkled through out the city, their flickering and dancing along the walls of the buildings that lined wide streets.
The team also heard sounds of life. They heard laughter, shouting, crying, children, and animals all making a noisy symphony to add more texture to the life of the city.
"What now, Sir?" Carter asked.
Jack had no idea. The place was a lot bigger than he expected. This was not the small village that they had encountered back on PF1-814. They were looking at a city, with no idea of where to start.
"Jack," whispered Daniel, "the forum is at the center of the city, surrounded by shops, temples and," he then emphasized, "government buildings."
"I suppose you know this from personal knowledge?" Jack shot back.
Daniel gave him a dirty look. "Yes, but still. Next time you go to Rome, take a look at the tourist maps of ancient Rome. Look at the area near the Forum. Hell, look it up on the Internet."
Jack rolled his eyes. He hated it when the Spacemonkey was so damn logical about things. "Fine! We stick to the more deserted streets, avoid people as much as possible. Move out. Teal'c you have point," Colonel O'Neill, the commanding officer of SG-1 ordered.
SG-1 and 6 moved across the open land between the hill and the edges of the field without encountering hostile forces. They stuck to side streets and alleyways. Luckily, most people were in their homes. Those few individuals that were outside, they were able to avoid. As the night wore on, they encountered fewer and fewer people.
It took them several hours to reach the center of the city. When they reached the open plaza that was before the main entrance to the Coliseum, they found a large detachment of soldiers before them, dressed as members of the Roman Legion. Jack signaled for everyone to retreat, that they would try to find another path. They turned around and found that a squad stood between them and an escape route.
Ah crap, all members of SG-1 and the two members of SG-6 thought.
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