"No!"
Major Davis jumped back in surprise when the Goa'uld launched itself past him and at The Doctor.
It never made it.
None should complain that Colonel O'Neill had an itchy trigger finger, for it was that very finger that sent the Goa'uld howling to earth as it tried to heal itself from multiple bullet wounds.
O'Neill watched the Goa'uld, expression dark. He looked around at those present and remarked, "Well, no one told me the snakeheads had invited themselves to the party."
"Fools," the Goa'uld gasped. "You will all die! We will all die." It stared up at The Doctor, and its eyes flashed as an expression of fear came into its face. "Doomed, doomed," the Goa'uld began to chant.
"Oh yes, I know, 'gollum, gollum', now listen!" General Price's voice switched from a patronizing sneer to an angry shout in the same breath. "You," he pointed at the Goa'uld, "and you," his finger swung to point at Restac, "are going to give me straight and honest answers, or so help me I'll have your entrails boiled, am I clear?"
Restac snarled irately, spitting at the ground, but the Goa'uld looked up at the enraged General for a long time, considering, and very slowly nodded.
During this exchange, the physician who The Doctor had referred to as Rory approached the group of leaders.
"Hello, Restac," he greeted the Silurian commander, looking at her coldly.
He lifted his forearm, and much to Davis' surprise his fingers swung off on a hinge and the muzzle of a gun slid out from within his own hand!
"No, Rory!" The Doctor shouted, leaping across and jerking the arm up just in time to launch two orbs of energy up into the air, where they dissipated harmlessly.
"Don't shoot," The Doctor told Price, who had his weapon trained on Rory along with the rest of UNIT.
"He's an Auton!" Price said.
"He's a Nestene duplicate," The Doctor responded. "Put the gun down."
Something in The Doctor's gaze softened, and he said in gentler tones, "I know the Autons took someone who was important to you, General, but Rory's different. You have to trust me. Please. Put the gun down, Wesley."
The General looked at The Doctor tensely, his shaking hands causing the pistol to quiver in his grip. With a shaky sigh, Price lowered the gun, and his men followed suit.
Rory was looking at The Doctor with the same shell-shocked expression Davis had seen on young men completely unprepared for sights of horror. "I tried to kill her," he said weakly. "I didn't even think about it. Just like I didn't think about…" His voice trailed off, and he bowed his head.
"Just like you didn't think about Amy?" someone asked.
Everyone turned to see Captain Michael Tennyson nonchalantly leaning up against a nearby chunk of ex-Stonehenge.
"Don't be so harsh on yourself, plastic one," Tennyson advised. "After all, you can't help it that you're nothing more than a program. It's what you were built to do, killing."
The Doctor had gone pale. "Who is this?" he asked General Price.
"Captain Michael Tennyson," Price replied.
"M.T.," The Doctor murmured.
"Is he dangerous?" Price asked, looking alarmed.
"Dangerous?" The Doctor repeated the word. "General, this man is universally wanted for an array of crimes, chief among them genocide!"
A shocked (and more than slightly angry) murmur arose from the people, and Price's men all directed their firearms at Tennyson without hesitation.
Tennyson's eyebrows furrowed, and he protested, "Hey, you can't kill me."
"Oh? And why not?" Price demanded. Three of his men now had turned out to be enemy operatives in the past half hour, and he was not a happy General.
"Because!" Tennyson exclaimed. "I'm a Time Lord!"