A few weeks after passing through the debris belt, Aldores had moved back to the planet's surface landing somewhat awkwardly in a small ocean off the coast of the Edoran settlement.
The Edoran gate had been effectively buried with their permission in a manner that would allow the Edorans to unbury it if they had need of it for any reason. So that the Aldoren gate room could take precedence and allow the earth teams to run opperations through their gate without risking a priority conflict between gates.
One precaution that had been put in place was to place the gate in orbit inside a small remote controlled station with an airlock door on one end. It was basically a metal box with a small computer and engines attached to hold it steady.
Dialing was done remotely via the city-ship or one of the other earth vessels, once a connection was established the team would beam up and proceed through. This way they didn't have to rely on an iris to prevent invasion, which would also squash potential friendlies.
Not that they didn't have an iris installed anyway. A reasonably quick override from the control center in the city would see the airlock open to space any invading force. And if the gate were under attack by something similar to the particle beam weapon Anubis used the station had an engine capable of a very short two-way FTL jump far enough away to change the gate address and force the gate to disconnect.
With all these precautions finalized, they where ready to start sending teams to scout the area.
** No Paradoxes **
Matthew Beckett was leaning back in his seat in the break room with the rest of his team waiting for the signal for the mission start.
"Did the general finally decide what our teams where called?" Timothy Grodin asked.
They already knew they were going to avoid the SG-number designation system to avoid stepping on Earth's toes in the future. Though Matt was all for it as a long term prank on Earth. He figured it would be funny if they stepped through calling themselves SG-1 and nobody believed them. More boring minds prevailed though and so their designation hadn't been finalized just yet.
"I suppose we'll find out when they call us up for the mission," Matt replied, as he double checked the shield generator which the core had given them after showing it an example of a goa'uld karakesh and an Atlantean designed personal shield.
They'd asked for a few more features than the original design. It was an integrated field package, designed to replace the majority of their gear, which they were still bringing along as backup.
Aside from the shields, it also projected a heads up display into the user's visual cortex skipping the need for holographic emitters. The HUD would give a sensor reading of their surroundings providing building layouts and life signs. There was also a halfway decent targeting reticle to help aim just about any weapon.
Next to that was an integrated communications package which made use of a variety of different transmission methods to ensure a team would always be able to stay in contact as long as the device was on them. It bypassed the ears the same way the HUD did going straight to the auditory center of the brain.
The last addition was a personal environmental control shield, which shielded from chemical, biological, radiological, and would regulate the temperature around them to a comfortable setting between sixty and eighty degrees set at the user's discretion. Theoretically this shield could also hold and maintain atmosphere around them in a vacuum.
With the shield on and blocking shots from a Jaffa staff weapon they had about four hours of power, for normal operation they could go four days without charging. Low power mode would last two weeks, and that shut everything except the comm package and HUD down.
The whole package weighed about 15 lbs and fit into a relatively thin flexible vest that went under their tactical vest.
"Grodin, as long as they don't try to call us Milky-Way Recon 1 or variations on that general theme, I'm fine," Matt said, still a miffed they hadn't let him pull the prank of using the established SG team pattern.
"They'll probably keep it simple," Sheppard said sitting down with his team across from Matt's team at the table.
"So, P3X-989," Matt said gesturing at him and his team. "You?"
"7763," Sheppard replied.
"Really?" Matt's eyebrow rose, "I didn't think we'd be contacting them so soon."
"Someone said they might be more... open to an overture from us if we appear more advanced." Sheppard replied.
"Given the mission reports I don't imagine they'd be much help," Hadrian Rivers spoke up.
"You're one to talk," Zach Mitchel who was on Max's team replied. "How's robo guy going to be of any use."
Alexander Reed spoke up, "They both offer different perspectives, and as annoying as Harlan is if we can free him from the planet and bring his technology..." he trailed off as their comm crackled.
"Aldores Team 1, mission is ready." Donovan's voice came through.
Matt's team stood up and stepped away from the table. Matt tapped a button on an arm control and replied, "Aldores team 1 ready for beam out."
Sheppard chortled as the team disappeared in a flash of light modified to resemble the star trek style golden transporters from the original series.
Up in the gate station in orbit, the team appeared next to the open gate.
"Last check, everyone ready?" Matt asked, everyone nodded. "Alright then, let's move out."