Sam blinked, slowly the world came into fuzzy focus and she could smell the ozone, feel the heat…She tried to sit up and look a

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Chapter 11

Sam blinked, slowly the world came into fuzzy focus and she could smell the ozone, feel the heat…She tried to sit up and look around. That's when she realised what was wrong.

"My legs." She started trying to keep the slight panic out of her voice. "I can't feel my legs."

"You're lucky. Suck this." Said one of the crew from the platypus She took the ovoid shaped thing and placed it in her mouth and nearly spat it out again. It had an odd earthy, slightly salty taste and a gritty texture.

"What is it?"

"You must have pissed the Daleks off just the right amount." He continued.

"Why just right?"

"Because you'd be dead otherwise." He smiled, Sam blinked the sweat out of her eyes.

"My legs are still…"

"Paralysed, the Daleks only to that to people who have intrigued them enough to keep around…" He trailed off, Sam looked around, they were missing one of their number.

"Oh…I'm sorry." Then the door slid open and a man was thrown in.

The man beside her moved over to the man and helped him up against the wall of their cell before coming back to her.

"Doesn't he need…" She asked before trailing off, realising something and craned her neck looking around.

"First thing we disabled once we found it, they're not listening. He's just fatigued."

Sam nodded and then frowned slightly as he started to rub her legs.

"What…what are you doing?"

"Stimulating the blood flow in your legs, what you're sucking gives the process a boot, it's also a complex vitalising and stimulant. You've got to be careful though when they hook you up to the" He was cut off as the doors opened again and a Dalek and Ogron were outside.

"Bring the female." Ordered the Dalek to the Ogron.

"I know." She said looking at him.

Sam tried to push herself up from the floor, determined to try and walk, but everything from her thighs down was dead, not just unfeeling, it didn't feel like they even existed. The large bulk of the Ogron moved over and grabbed her in a fireman's life, none to comfortably.

She was hooked into the same device, but unlike the previous time the device was at just enough of an angle to keep her upright without putting all her weight on her legs. Unfortunately it compensated by putting pressure on her arms and waist, both metal bands were digging into her flesh.

The buzzing in her mind began anew.

"You will explain this formula." Barked the head Dalek at her, it swivelled its eye stalk to a large screen set into the wall, Sam had to crane her head to look at it, it looked to be the power conversion equations that related to the Stargate.

Sam briefly wondered to herself what these Daleks could want to know with regard to the equations though she balanced against telling them something relatively useless rather than something they might actually want to know, things that she'd better not consider too forcefully, lest they become interested.

--/

There were an array of red warning signals alerting her to the fact that several explosions had just gone off in the already damaged secondary bays.

Jaymee ignored all the warnings, she knee there was damage given that the who ship was shaking, they'd lost gravity and the ship was vibrating and several of the other warning alarms were sounding in an annoying high pitch.

"Status!" Barked the commander over the noise of the alarms and a worrying groan that eminated along the ship.

"Massive explosions in secondary bays, bulkheads are down."

"Are we still locked on coordinates?" He asked interrupting her.

"Affirmative, no damage to engines or navigation, power systems are, gravity's impaired."

"Air?"

Jaymee paused for a second as she skimmed over the various warnings. "Loosing atmosphere through several breaches along secondary bays and surrounding areas, several of the bulkheads are jammed down."

"Put up the internals."

The centre of the three main screens fizzed and flashed before a schematic of the ship appeared, the areas around the lower forward section were flashing read designatine massive damage, with blue highlights surrounding it and other sections signalling a lose of atmosphere through those sections.

"How many have we got in the damaged sections?"

"A security squad was on its way to combat the Daleks, they are out off coms." Jaymee reported.

"What sorcery elements are active in the damaged sections?"

Several sorcery elements and charms had in fact been active prior to the explosion, following the initial damage caused by the Daleks attack several of the sorcery elements and charms activated. There was a certain blend along the areas of the ship that were closest to open space. Charms designed to suppress pressure and energy waves (common with explosions and decompression), fire, and atmosphere compensation to limit explosive decompression and loss of atmosphere. Most of these charms and sorcery elements had been active during the attack and had limited the damage caused by second explosions from the Dalek's self desturct.

"The fire suppressant charms are active, there's limited atmosphere that's been held in…" Jaymee faltered as a report from the security squad came through.

"Jaymee?"

"One of the security squad is trapped inside the damaged area, we can't get to him."

"Matter transmission?"

"Interference from the explosion, teleports are damaged, transmats can't penetrated."

"That section is ready to decompress." Commander Landman said staring the schematic of the ship.

"Matter transmission are prepping for a retrieval."

"Good, what's the repair status on long range coms?"

--/

Aonghus gritted his teeth and looked back towards the closed bulkhead door, he was going to get a bollocksing from the colonel for this one. The colonel said he had a 'saving people thing'.

He remembered when he was in school his mum said he'd make a fantastic dowser.

Dowsing never really suited him, he followed his grandfather's legacy and joined the Army, then the cross training with UNIT came up, opportunity of a lifetime…or something like that, that's how he thought of it. First people he could ask seriously about the whole dowsing thing.

Very low level psi ability was what it was, mostly it was a 'confluence of events and environment' an inkling that something might be going south.

Supposedly that was his saving people thing, pushing the rest of the squad out of the way…just not quick enough to get himself out.

The pain in his lower legs changed, and he looked around the carcase of a Dalek casing, there on his leg, still was a Dalek mutant, biting into his flesh.

Like little vampires, he was quite sure it was now either injecting carcinogens, poisons or its DNA into his leg, that was supposedly one of its survival techniques when they left their casings.

The only good Dalek is a dead Dalek as the his colonel said.

Supposedly the guys on the ship and on Earth of the research base could place when the Dalek was from depending on how gooey it was.

Aonghus didn't really give a shit when it was from, except that he couldn't blow it off his leg, partly because if he did he was relatively sure the shock would kill him, but mostly because his weapon was out of reach and he couldn't lean down and slice it off on account of it or one of its fellows casing lying on top of him.

There was another hiss, and that wasn't the mutant slowly trying to devour his leg like an over enthusiastic puppy.

Puppy? He thought to himself.

"Definitely poison." He muttered, hissing to himself at the coldness of the atmosphere, there was another hiss.

Gazing around he saw it, or rather didn't see it.

The place where a wall should be was open space, hyperspace, which made it all the more worse, mainly the colour.

The only thing separating him from the cold hard vacuum from hyperspace, which was cold and as unforgiving as normal space were the charms and sorcery elements in the ship.

"Crap." He croaked to himself and started to calmly though quickly go through his pockets until he grabbed out a bar roughly the size of a chocolate bar, it had red wrapping and a great many warnings on it.

Slowly he unwrapped it, ignoring the warnings of; stroke, heart attack, coma, hyperoxia, migraine, seizure, the list went on and on.

He bit of the first part, chewing slowly and methodically swirling the gritty, bitter concoction around his mouth and slowly swallowing it and the instructions described.

Aonghus had like all of the squad done the 'surviving decompression' course, anyone who was going to be part of the squads on board a UNIT ship had to know that stuff.

But it wasn't something they actually tested you on, you did simulations on a low gravity moon, that had low oxygen levels, or in spaceships with a contained atmosphere and no gravity.

But the dangers were too high, ie possible death for UNIT to actually do a live test.

Aonghus bit off another piece of the bar as he felt his ears begin to pop, the charm holding what air he had in here was going to loose integrity any time now, grabbing around in another pocket of his jacket he removed a sealed piece of wood and broke it out of its packaging, activating it and aiming it at the area where the wall should be for a few moments as he chewed and looked back at it.

It had a dull glow around the orange to red, the charm was on its last legs.

Aonghus bit off the last section of the bar and started to read the inscription on it. It was a simple set of words and phrases designed to activate the potions and elements contained with the cocktail he'd consumed.

And it was a cocktail, deserving of its warnings.

It would slowly diffuse itself both from his mouth, down his throat and as his stomach acids activated the components in, distributing itself around his body.

Hyper-oxygenating his cells, while blocking, and closing areas such as his eardrums, nasal passages, and eyes a fine layer of a sorcery element utilising his own fat cells excretes would protect his skin and body. While the final words, muttered or even thought would seal his mouth and protect his internal organs.

Aonghus kept reminding himself to exhale, before the final words, otherwise he'd probably get half of the warnings, if he survived.

He spared a look at the charm indicator, it was wavering around the red line.

Folding his arms over his shoulders he ducked his head down as he felt his ears pop and with quick succession the charm breaking down, he whispered the final words and braced himself.

The interference cause by the Daleks' explosion was a deliberate effect and extended out away from the ship some distance, the ship was also moving at a speed.

When the section Sergeant Aonghus McDonald was in explosively decompressed the gravity field that was still in some small manner present held him close to the ship, before moving the ship moved away from him.

In total he spent 6 minutes exposed to vacuum before being plucked away to relative safety.

--/

"He's being taken to the Medical labs now sir."

"Alive?" Commander Landman asked, not turning away from the larger readouts of the ship.

"Yes sir."

There had been so far no reported casualties, Sergeant McDonald almost became the first.

They didn't have anything but short range communications, he'd need to wait until they were almost at Research Base One to call in for a rescue of their people from the Daleks.

--/

The Dalek commander studied the information gathered from the human female via the mind analysis machine. Brain readouts and physiological analysis showed that the female was giving true information.

Logic suggested that, while true it was not relevant.

However all information was some how relevant, therefore this information had no perceived relevancy, conclusion; the human female had information she did not wish to explain.

Humans were a weak species, this female had given information under the mind analysis machine, further information would need to be gathered using the human's greatest weaknesses…

"Ogron." The light gold coloured Dalek commander barked as Sam blinked away the sweat in her eyes, she was vaguely aware she'd been explaining the relative events of connecting a stargate, though she hadn't called it that to a black hole, all the while the buzzing in her head increased as images and numerals flashed on a screen just out of view without straining against the restraints that her to the machines.

"Master." The Ogron said slowly walking up to the Dalek. Sam wondered to herself how a species such as the Ogrons came to be subservient to the Daleks, though it could just be the same as the Goa'uld.

The Dalek commander swivelled around, studying the images the mind analysis machine was gathering, the arrival of the Ogron produced a psycho-memory response from the human female. Images of parasitical creatures and humans, these memories and images had occurred previously.

The Dalek commander had dismissed it as human psychological responses.

"Explain these images."

"Aliens…aliens we've encountered."

"Their craft is of an inefficient design."

Sam shrugged or tried to and tried not to thing of ships, or anything really, though not thinking wasn't her strong point.

"Explain their relevancy."

"Relevancy?" She queried the barked electronic question.

"Mind analysis confirms these parasitical creatures are linked in your memories to both your ship" Sam tried to think of something other than their greek named ship "and your home universe, you have knowledge you have…" It paused as though searching for the correct word "Secluded from the mind analysis machine."

"Really?" Sam said letting out a breath of the hot, ozone laden metallic air.

"You will release the relevant information."

"I have, just been, Dalek." Sam responded. The Dalek, it's eye stared at her for a moment.

"You will reveal the base location of the planet your craft and ship was launched from, you will assist in our calculations."'

If Samantha Carter had been General Jack O'Neill he would have asked 'Or what, you're going to sucker me or something?' But she wasn't.

"I've already tried, you're not listening."

"Listening is a simple, bipedal mechanism for interpreting information. Your responses to the mind analysis machine suggest you are not relating information relevant to the questions."

Sam stayed quiet.

"Ogron."

"Master?"

"Break the human female's right arm." It said looking back at her.

"No, no…I'll explain I'll…"

Sam registered there was a quite loud snap and more than a few different sensations of pain, she'd broken bones before and this was quite possible one of the worst.

Possibly because when the Ogron grabbed her right arm it crushed as well as breaking several of her bones in her arm and hand.

"The human body is a weak mechanism with more than 200 bones to break, you will explain how you arrived in this universe, you will assist in Dalek calculations, you will reveal the location of your base of operations…"

The demands went on as the buzzing in her mind increased and the paid ebbed and flowed like a tide, every time she thought she had a grip on the pain it would slip past her grasp as the buzzing of the machine intensified.

3 hours later Lt Col Samantha Carter was unceremoniously thrown back into the cell, with her right arm broken, patella on her left knee crushed, left fibula broken and left femur cracked. As she hit the floor of her cell 5 of her damaged ribs broke and she was knocked into blissful unconscious.

--/

Commander Landman looked through the reports on repairs, they'd just departed Research Base One, after a quick briefing and even faster repair whilst waiting for the ASCS Narawntapu to arrive, to travel with them along with the RSCS Vanguard and ASCS Onkaparinga. He looked up at the recent coms data message they'd just received word that the RSCS Formidable would be attempting an on-route meet up via hyperspace to assist them against the Dalek forces.

Even with the four ships they would still only possibly coming even against the Daleks in that particular environment.

High radiation and severe radiological and gravimetric interference were some areas where the Daleks liked to triumph over the 'weak' humans.

The battle strategy and analysis teams from the Narawntapu, Vanguard, Onkaparinga and his own hastily repaired craft had the time it took to travel back to the area to come up with a plan that didn't kill them.

--/

Four hours later a large group of Thylacines were flying through open space un-powered, as was platypus shuttle craft they were surrounding.

Three of the Thylacines were also towing hyperspace beacons, they were also un-powered, like all the craft they were flying through space on inertia only, the binary star in full bright view.

Their crafts had been reinforced with a selection of charms to proect against the radiation, each of the pilots had also been treated against radiation poisoning, though it was admitted they would most likely need further treatment following the mission, this close to a binary system the provisions were only theory not practically tested.

The 'plan' as it was, was to take three hyperspace beacons as close to the Dalek crafts as safely possible for the three craft ASCS Onkaparinga, RSCS Vaguard and Formidable to jump in from hyperspace. While the damaged ASCS Mutawintji flew in providing covering fire and support.

It was a…less than safe manoeuvre, considering the forces the Daleks were playing with and the power involved in operating jump engines.

But they wouldn't leave anyone behind.

The platypus shuttle, when they reached their designated location would stay in formation with the thylacines until it received confirmation of which of the three Dalek craft had their people, and then provide a deposit point for the transmat.

The strategists aboard the ships had determined that transmatting matter through that much interference to a ship would be a better job at mincing them than a food mixer, the shuttle would provide a deposit point for the transmat.

Any of the technology left aboard the Dalek craft would be destroyed during the attack.

--/

Inside Samantha Carter was unaware of the approaching ships as she coughed again, coughing up another mouthful of blood. She drew in another short breath of the hot, metallic air.

"You've probably got a collapsed lung."

Sam spat her mouthful of blood out.

"Anything you can…?"

"No. Not with what I have here."

"I had to tell them something, just about…" Sam paused to cough, coughing up more blood whilst trying to draw another breath of air. "Just elements of inter-dimensional travel." She shook her head, half of it even she was only half sure of.

"You did well, if the Daleks are resorting to this." He looked around at their fellows from the shuttle, who had similarly been assaulted by the Daleks in varying ways, not just physical but mental. "They must be very interested in the information."

"That their plan might not work?"

"Perhaps…" He was cut off as an explosion rocked the side of the ship, throwing Sam onto her broken in several places leg, she would have cried out, but just gurgled a cough as she pushed herself up with her relatively good hand. Now she wished the Daleks had stunned her legs for longer.

"Was that the Daleks starting or…?" One of the others question, he seemed to be staring off into the middle distance.

No one answered him as alarms reigned throughout the ship.

--/

It would have been a sight, had anyone on board the Dalek ships been looking out a window, had the Dalek ships had windows to look out of and had those Daleks been able to appreciate the subtle beauty in three blue vortexes opening in the space and three ships, with smaller vessels along side flying out opening fire on the unawares Dalek craft.

However they couldn't, having been caught unawares, preparing the final adjustments to the binary star and preparing their craft to enter it and travel to their destination, it was this distraction that the UNIT craft took full advantage of.

Thylacines streamed out and away from the ships taking out all smaller targets as the ships unleashed great swathes of weapons fire on the ships, their data targeting data relayed and triangulated by the Mutawintji as many of their systems were blinded by the cloxe proximity to the pulsars and from power being diverted to keep the ships stable and safe.

--/

"Do we have confirmation?" Commander Landman asked in a raised voice as the ship rumbled from the close proximity of the pulsars, his ship was reining down cover and distracting fire at the Daleks, it seemed to be working judging by the amount of the Daleks now on an intercept course with them.

The new algorithms to filter the interference out were having various levels of effectiveness, though guess work and wide patters of fire was working just as well.

"Not yet sir, Onkaparinga and Formidable and attempting final location of the survivors."

"And the shuttle?"

"Intact still sir, though its escort is encountering significant attack."

"Put up battle space."

"Battle strategy say they haven't worked out everything sir." The image flashed up on the screen, it was a series of question marks and blobs representing the ships.

"Can we get any closer?" Landman asked knowing the answer, if they got any closer the repairs might collapse leaving them open to another Dalek attack, also they were flying with a lot of the charms that usually encompassed the ship not active.

--/

"Come on, drag her over we need to get together." Someone said, Sam acknowledged to herself. She'd closed her eyes again, or maybe blacked out, or passed out, one of those.

The whole world bucketed and rolled.

"…if we were traveling through the Daleks' vortex we would have got…." There was another sound of explosion, someone was dragging her over. Sam pushed herself up again on her good arm and spat out another mouthful of clotted blood and took a ragged breath through her mouth. Despite its warmth the smoke laden air stung and gripped at her throat and lung.

"What's?" She started to ask.

"Rescue, or some pissed off neighbors." Someone answered.

"Hold onto something, if they try a transmat it's not going to be smooth."

Sam wasn't going to complain, she wasn't up to much at the moment except trying to stay conscious, she was worried if she fell unconscious again she mightn't wake again.

Then the world disappeared into a fizzing mass and she was deposited none too kindly on the deck of a shuttle craft.

"Hold onto yourselves this isn't going to be smooth." Someone shouted from the front of the craft. Everyone who wasn't strapped in or close to the floor was slammed into it as the shuttle performed an extreme manoeuvre away from the Dalek craft.

--/

"Signal received, platypus has them."

"Begin final assault."

The ships attacking the Dalek craft had initially only been using their energy cannons now switched focusing most power into their forward weapons blasting away at the Dalek crafts with a combination energy weapon / blasting and cutting curse fuelled weapons.

Two of the Dalek craft exploded under the onslaught and lowered defences but the third, the main one shot forward toward the singularity attempting to make the distance.

ASCS Onkaparinga, RSCS Vaguard and Formidable were already maneuvering and re-orientating to reach a safe distance as it did so.

As the Dalek ship got into the vortex it had generated stray weapons fire still taking out the hoverbouts pecking at the Onkaparinga, Vaguard and Formidable reached it, setting off an explosion.

The explosion sent out a disruption wave, hitting all four large ships and the smaller craft in the system.

--/

Sorry again, about how long this chapter took to get out.

I had all the main ideas down (ship damaged, further interrogation, rescue), but it was the finer points and actually writing the thing that made me stumble in the writing of this one.

This was going to be a composite chapter with Harry and Jack as well as Sam's rescue. But Jack and Harry's adventures will hopefully be a bit lighter than all this, so I didn't think it would all go.

Again, Teal'c adventures are bumped to another chapter (still currently unwritten but the ideas are there), they will come, his chapter will have a different feel to it than this or Harry and Jack's. I'll also probably return to Daniel as well in that particular chapter.

There was going to be an extended 'torture of Sam' scene (where you'd see how she got the various injuries), and I was going to write it. But then I'd have to write more Dalek dialogue. Daleks are great if you want to impart major plot points, because they basically say what's there. But for questioning they're specific about what they want, so I need to actually come up with what they want (hence the Dalek commander repeats everything a bit).

What happens to Sam might be a little extreme, but the Daleks do have form for it, though they wouldn't see it as torture per se, more manipulating the (weaker) humans.

Next chapter will be continuing the action with Harry and Jack.