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The story is skipping ahead a few months. Think of it like the start of a new season. :)

Earth

Stargate Command

Jack O'Neill still couldn't figure out how to get used to paperwork. Even worse, one would think that after the defeat of both of Earth's biggest enemies that things would calm down. The opposite had proven true.

"Really Daniel, couldn't you have put all this stuff on one list that I only had to sign once?" he asked his longtime friend, and former teammate. Daniel shrugged.

"Sorry Jack, I just keep finding things that are going to be useful. Even if we get this ZPM to work, the IOA still says that resupply is going to be by ship only. With a three-week travel time at best. I want to make sure that I have everything I need."

Jack sighed. "Fine. I hope you enjoy the trip, Daniel. It sounds like your dream job."

Daniel looked around. "Yeah, but I'm going to miss this place."

"Make sure you buy me a souvenir though."

Daniel laughed. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," the General called. The door opened, and a man stepped in. Dressed in a full dress uniform, he saluted. "Lt. Col. Cameron Mitchell, reporting for duty."

"Cam, good to see you again!" Daniel greeted him. O'Neill nodded.

"Good to see that you are back on active duty, Mitchell. Took my advice, I see."

"Yes, sir." Mitchell nodded at Daniel. "I look forward to working with you." Daniel's grin faltered, and he shot a look at O'Neill.

"You didn't tell him?"

"Oh, that... Oops."

"Tell me what, sir?" Mitchell asked.

Jack waived a hand at Daniel, who shot a last look at him before turning to the new arrival. "Actually, I am not on SG-1 anymore. I'm being reassigned to Atlantis. The Daedalus is leaving in a few hours."

Mitchell frowned. "I don't understand. I thought we sent one of the new Ha'taks to Atlantis instead. I also thought you would still be at the SGC for at least another year."

Jack stepped in. "We found a ZPM in Egypt about a week ago, so we're sending the Daedalus over with it. The Asgard think we can get there within three days with the ZPM boosting her engines. Apparently our people there are in imminent danger of attack."

"Also, it's the city of the Ancients. Since I'm our resident expert on the Ancients..." Daniel trailed off. Cameron looked very upset.

"Don't worry Cam, you'll get used to it. Changes happen a lot here. You'll get to build your own team, though."

"Sir?"

"Well, Teal'c went to join his people's new government, and Sam is running the new R&D program at Area 51. Supposedly they're getting all sorts of wonderful things from the ships the Replicators brought. You know about Daniel."

Mitchell was outright glowering now. "Sir, I was told that I would be joining SG-1. If there is no SG-1..."

"Nope, Mitchell. You're here to lead SG-1. Don't worry though, I'll spare you from Walter throwing a massive list at you. I can recommend some people for you to choose. It'll streamline things for you. Welcome to the SGC."

Daniel looked incredibly sheepish as Mitchell walked out of the room.

Chulak

High Council Building, Free Jaffa Nation

Mitchell stared around him in awe. The building was quite the sight; columns of dark stone supported a vast ceiling. Jaffa guards stood at every doorway or patrolled the corridors, and Jaffa of all sorts were running around on various errands.

"I am pleased that you have made a full recovery, Colonel Mitchell," Teal'c told him as they walked side-by-side through the halls. "I have heard that you are now the lead member of SG-1."

"that's right," Mitchell told him.

"It is a great honor, and you are indeed worthy."

"Actually Teal'c, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," Mitchell told him, stopping the large Jaffa by the arm.

Teal'c raised an eyebrow. Mitchell went on. "You see, I am having to put the team together. I was wondering if you would come back and join."

Teal'c nodded. "I did have my part in SG-1. I knew that my people would rely on the Tauri and those like them to overthrow our oppressors. However, my place now is with my people. We are attemtping to establish an entirely new society and government."

"How's that working out for you?"

Teal'c cocked his eyebrow again. "Various factions continue to vie for control. Most recently there are those pushing for power to be decided by military assets rather than by democratic election. In addition, races and cultures outside of the Jaffa are being viewed with mistrust and suspicion. Indeed, even my association with the Tauri has not helped as much as one may think."

"Wow, politics sucks no matter where you go, huh?"

Teal'c glanced over as a Jaffa signaled him from the door to the Council Chamber. "I am needed for an urgent vote, Mitchell. If you wish, I can forward you a list of warriors whom I consider to be honorable."

"Thanks," Mitchell told him, not feeling particularly thankful.

Earth Orbit

Daedalus Control Room

"Preparations for departure are complete, Commander. The hyperdrive may be engaged at your command." The voice of their resident Asgard technician drifted up to Colonel Caldwell, commander of the Daedalus.

'Acknowledged, stand by," he ordered. He looked around to the other two alien advisors standing on the bridge.

"I assume things check out from your perspective?"

Both of the Tok'ra nodded. "The control crystal system is running flawlessly," Jacob told him. "Honestly, anything we could do on this trip your crew can do as well. Godspeed." Caldwell nodded. At his signal, both of the Tok'ra were returned to the SGC.

"Everything on board?" He asked his exec. The other man replied, "Dr. Jackson and his gear have arrived, and we beamed the last of the supplies and spare ammunition for Atlantis just now. We are good to go, sir."

"Engage," Caldwell told him.

Stargate Command

Briefing Room

Even with General O'Neill recommending personnel to him, and supposedly cutting down the list, Mitchell found the whole interview process quite tedious. Right now he was listening to two scientists prattle on about some new discovery they found.

"...the android body recovered from PX3-989 is fully intact. We are in the process of incorporating the memories of every member of the SGC since its inception."

Mitchell suddenly became much more interested. He leaned forward. "Are you saying that this thing works?"

The taller of the two shrugged. "We are using the virtual reality chair, coupled with a Tok'ra memory device, to quickly copy and sort the memories. We just have to download them into the body. The IOA won't approve it unless a high-ranking member of the SGC gives their go-ahead."

"So this will work?" Mitchell was dubious. The bald scientist answered him.

"The worst that happens is that the memories fail to load, in which case nothing is lost. Otherwise, the android should process the memories within minutes and present us with a sort of amalgamated personality."

"What the heck," he told them. "Let's give it a try."

Computer Lab #1

"No, no, see this right here? It's a completely different interface. You need the green one." Seth pointed the scientist over to the cabinet. "It's an android, not a laptop. You can't just plug and play."

"I was told it would work," O'Neill told him.

"It may very well yet, but it takes time. Since Sam is off to Area 51, I'm the one with the most experience with alien computers. Everything from Goa'uld motherships to the Ancient device on Dakara. Mostly it's a matter of taking your time and making sure things are right before you try to upload anything. And there," he slipped a crystal into place.

"You see, General," the tall scientist began. "We used the Tok'ra device to actually gain the memories, and a modified version of the VR chair to process them. This will produce something similar to a mind, rather than just random memories, into the android brain."

"What about personal stuff?" Mitchell asked.

The bald scientist spoke up from behind the chair, as he checked cables. "Some of it is necessary in order to build a personality. We did instruct the chair to remove any, how would you say, explicit memories that may have been downloaded. So, while things like hobbies or general interests will be taken into account it won't know who someone slept with. We don't want a lawsuit filed against the SGC."

"Yes, those get annoying," O'Neill told him. "How much longer?"

Seth looked up from his laptop. "Each system is giving me the green light, sir. We can start the download any time."

"Go for it," O'Neill told him. "let me know when it's done." He left.

"So how long will this all take? You said minutes?"

"Actually," Seth told him. "The VR chair is still sorting the memories. I guess the IOA didn't let these guys get very far. Once everything is sorted out, it should download them within a few seconds into the Android brain."

"Once the android gets them, it should only take a few minutes for it to load everything up and be active," the bald scientist told Mitchell. "It's like downloading a new operating system into a computer. We've also replaced its old, depleted power cell with one of the power packs developed by the Altarans."

"Those are the android version of the old SG-1, right?" Mitchell asked. "The ones who had their minds downloaded by an alien?"

"That's right," the tall one replied. "The, um, other SG-1 managed to get their minds restored to new bodies after they were killed by Kronus."

"I remember that. The robo-Teal'c killed Kronus and saved our Teal'c's life. So, how come they don't come around more often?"

Seth chuckled. "Their O'Neill doesn't like ours very much. I think they're hysterical together, though."

"They felt abandoned," a voice boomed from the doorway. Everyone in the lab jumped at the sudden presence. Teal'c loomed there, dressed in his council robes.

"Teal'c!" Mitchell clapped his hands. "Decided to come back?"

"No," he replied. He handed a usb drive over to the Colonel. "I have compiled a short list of warriors who are both honorable and would not mind joining a team from Earth. Most do not have strong ties with any particular sect or family within the Jaffa nation."

"I see."

"Those on this list also served with the rebellion, some since its beginning. I know them well."

"Thanks, big guy. I'll take a look at this. How much longer, guys?"

Seth looked over. "It'll be a few hours yet. If you wanted to go talk to someone, you might as well do it. We can have the SGC get a message to you if it's getting close to being done and you aren't back yet."

Hak'tyl System

Mitchell found himself surprised. For a race that held planets across the galaxy, who operated starships and built an entire capital city in less than a month, this planet was pretty primitive.

He had been greeted politely. He and SG-7, a diplomatic team, had come through the gate and given a generous welcome. However, the settlement here was mostly made of tents and lean-toos. Only a couple of structures made of wood or stone existed, and they seemed like storehouses.

He had been shown to a tent with a table set up, while SG-7 went off to do whatever their mission had been already, something to do with a shortage of symbiotes. Now he found himself speaking with a Jaffa woman. Rai'na told him of her time in the rebellion, some of the missions they had been on, and the final battle against Ba'al over Dakara. Mitchell took a drink and asked her a new question.

"So, what made you want to join the rebels in the first place?"

Rai'na looked down at the table, for the first time since the meeting. He could tell it was a difficult memory. She brushed back a lock of her shoulder-length black hair and said "I had served Bastet for years, Colonel Mitchell. Unlike the other System Lords, the one we worshipped saw value in women. In her society, women were in the positions of importance and power. We were told stories of what it was like to be a woman in the other Goa'uld domains.

"However, when I looked around me without bias, I realized the culture Bastet had raised was no better. Men were enslaved, put to hard physical work or used to sire children and then discarded. Rather than creating a better world, she had just flipped the burden around. This was the start if the disillusionment. Years later, Bastet sent a squad after an encampment of the rebel Jaffa. I was leading the squad. I kept us out of sight and spied on the rebels.

"What I saw filled my heart with hope. Male and female Jaffa were working side by side, sharing responsibility and power. During our watch they were also attacked by Jaffa led by Moloch. Men and women alike fought in the defense of their camp. Our entire squad approached them afterward, revealed ourselves, and joined the rebellion. In fact, very shortly after this the Hak'tyl were discovered by your people, and put into contact with the rebels. We had a society of equals. That is why I joined."

"I see," Mitchell told her. "Ok, I know you are a good fighter, so what other skills do you have?"

SGC

Computer Lab #1

Seth double-checked his settings. The chair had finished sorting the memories, and was sitting in standby. Everything was hooked up to the android.

"Where's Colonel Mitchell?" the tall scientist whined. Seth shook his head.

"We sent the message, be patient."

"If this works, it could revolutionize the SGC and even the world," the bald one said. "Not to mention we would each get big fat bonus checks." Both the scientists laughed. Seth shook his head.

"We haven't done anything yet, so just cool your heals. Mitchell is probably still talking to the Jaffa."

"Actually, he just came back."

"Welcome back," Seth told him, grinning at the scientists' discomfort. "We've finished everything with the memories, so we just have to load them up. I figured you'd want to be here for that."

"Do we have security standing by?" Mitchell asked.

"You mean the two airmen outside? Yeah, the General wanted someone here. He's caught up in some argument with the Tok'ra about something, otherwise he'd be here. Well, on with the show."

He input commands, and watched the download bar. Considering how much information there was, and how complex it could be, it downloaded with surprising speed. Systems began to turn on within the Android, and its power levels ramped up.

Suddenly, the computer screen went black. The device turned off. Seth frowned.

"What?" Mitchell asked, seeing his expression. Then the android sat bolt-upright.

Resembling a heavily muscled man of indeterminate race, the android was certainly a sight to see. Especially now that it was up, and not laying on a gurney or a storage crate. Its eyes opened, and it looked around the room slowly. Deliberately.

"Hello," the tall scientist said. He approached it. "Don't be afraid. We're friends. Can you understand me?"

The android blinked. It reached out a hand, and touched the scientist's face.

Then it grabbed his neck and flung him across the room, into the VR chair and the bald scientist standing next to it.

Seth ducked behind his desk just as a chair sailed into it, shattering his laptop and sending sparks and bits of debris skittering along the floor. He looked up to find it standing in front of the door, resting his hand on the control system.

"Stop!" Mitchell shouted, pulling his sidearm and aiming it at the android. The artificial man flung himself backwards with a speed that was astounding, considering how big he was. Seth wondered just how much it actually weighed.

It landed behind the gurney and ducked as Mitchell fired. Then it threw the furniture at the Colonel. Mitchell slid across the room, stunned. His pistol lay where he had been. The android retrieved it just as the airmen outside opened the door. Two quick shots and they were out of the fight. The android stepped through and was gone.

Seth slammed his hand down on the emergency button, and moved to check on the guards.

A.I. was a crapshoot, apparently.