The Star Gate Program (Hetalia/Stargate SG1 X-Over)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: It was the discovery of the century. A devise older than human civilization, capable of transporting people across the galaxy in an instant. But things have a way of quickly becoming complicated, pushing America and others to their limits as they find themselves embroiled in galactic politics and intrigue throughout the stars.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine. Stargate isn't mine.

Warning: Alterations of the Stargate timeline/canon and Hetalia canon

[Inspired by Stargate Reopened; I recommend reading it if you have the time.]

[Chapter 36]

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Apepmose growled as the first of the humans entered the gate, holding staff weapons like they were the equal of Jaffa! Hah! Too much freedom had clearly gotten to their heads, and would have to be stomped out brutally once she got out of here and was able to claim control of the world properly.

(The part of her host's mind that made it clear that such stomping would not come easily was brushed aside, even as the price of another jab of pain from maintaining control.)

Still, she decided as the last of the small 'rescue team' came through, the gate rippling closed behind them, not all was lost. The fools hadn't actually come close to grab the staves of her Jaffa yet, and the other two were on their way back after a near-quiet command through the suits' communications systems with as many hostages as they could herd before them. While she wasn't certain about O'Neill, her host knew Samantha to be soft at heart, and she'd hesitate long enough for her and her guards to gain the upper hand again.

Not to mention that other scientist - Jackson - would be such a wonderful little pet to break after the fact. He'd had the gall to encourage a serviceable group of slaves to revolt, and then succeed - an insult that deserved nothing but the worst she could think of. O'Neill, though also as guilty, was too dangerous by far to be allowed to live, not after having killed Ra.

"Doctor Rothery, set down the gun at your side, kick it away, and put your hands up. Any funny movements and my men blast you," O'Neill ordered, and she did so, glad that the dialing pedestal hid the zat'nik'tel she'd liberated from the same closet they'd hidden the armor of her guards in. When they lowered their guard, she'd be able to take out their leader, leaving them scrambling for someone to command them while her guards took advantage and retrieved their weapons.

"Why did you do this, Teryl?" Carter stepped forward, unfortunately not lowering her staff despite the delicious amount of agony she must be feeling now. "What could they possibly give you to make you turn against everyone?"

Apepmose forced her eyes to widen, faking vulnerability as her ancestor's memories told her to. "You don't understand, I've seen the truth, all of it - the goa'uld will come, in huge warships, and kill us all, unless someone goes and pleads mercy. Their weapons- it's impossible to describe - they might as well be gods for all the chance we stand against them all!"

She stepped forward, arms out as she pleaded. "Please, Sam, you know I'm only trying to protect as many people as I can. I don't want everyone to die uselessly, not when we could survive for another year. You trust me, right?"

And for a moment, Carter looked tempted, even lowering her weapon as she moved closer, almost within knockout range. "Teryl, I don't…"

"Sam…" Apepmose replied, soft, vulnerable, counting down the time until she could grab the woman and make her into a hostage-

Only to reel back as pain blossomed from her jaw, a hand instinctively coming up to cradle it even as she stared at the now incredibly furious human. "Wha-"

"My friend," She bit out, fire in her eyes where before they'd been watery and weak, "Would never give up without a fight like this - she is not a coward, and not a traitor, and the fact that you have the gall to- to make a mockery of her like this-"

The staff rose again, and Apepmose was convinced the woman would actually try and kill her in the next few seconds. Such was her surprise that, for a brief minute, her control slipped, but that was all her host needed, having bided its time to shove her into the darkness, even if her control demanded she remain somewhat aware of the waking world.

"Sam, it's - it's in my head, I can't-" The host blubbered, tears falling uselessly, as if it'd get her any more mercy. "It caught me when I was examining the bodies - it shoves me down, and it's dark and horrid and please God you have to kill me before it gets away, or it'll bring all of its kind on us, and we really can't survive, not without a miracle!"

"Teryl-" Carter choked, rushing forward to grab the host only to pause as it recoiled.

"No, don't - I can't tell when it'll be back in control, and it might use me against you again. Just- tell my family I love them, and that my gift for my cousin's birthday is under my bunk, yeah?"

"Okay- okay," Carter replied softly, already stepping back and lifting her weapon. At the same time, the goa'uld regained control of the body, snarling internally as she shoved the mind where it belonged, doing her best at the same time to keep up the pretense of internal conflict. One of her guards had frowned more tightly, gaze flickering to the halls once, and she knew that her moment was nearly here.

"It's already fighting- it hurts so bad-" Apepmose cried, hiding her face to hide the lack of tears now. "Please, before it's too late!"

"Sir?" She could hear Carter asked, hesitance in her voice.

"If that really is her, Carter, then it's probably for the best. If anything she said there was the truth, Command will have to know as soon as possible."

"Ahh!" She let herself scream, straightening as if in pain. "Mol kek!"

The guards in the halls, who had been waiting for the command, opened fire, taking out Carter and - unfortunately - the man next to O'Neill, in exchange for two blasts of light taking out the newcomers and their prisoners, as well as causing the place to shake. She scrambled for her zat'nik'tel at the same time her other guards grabbed for their weapons and started firing, sending a blast towards O'Neill only to have it again dodged. Snarling, she ducked behind cover and waited for the cooldown to end, only looking out long enough to get in another shot.

This time, she was pleased to see the colonel get hit, falling over in a stun. The other men, unfortunately, did not panic, instead using another shot of their staff to blast away the pedestal and force her from hiding, at the same time saving her from a chunk of ceiling that has almost crushed her leg.

Then there was a gunshot, and she stumbled, her shoulder blossoming in pain. Turning back, she saw that Jackson, who she'd dismissed as incapable of combat, was staring at her wide eyed from behind her guard, having apparently been aiming for him since he'd been attempting to capture the scientist as a bargaining tool.

The shock of everyone in the room gave her a chance to aim a shot at him in revenge, but the shaking of her arm caused her to miss. She swore, trying to focus on healing the wound even as she dodged a fifth blast. Her other two guards had now been taken out, the humans using the staffs as crude clubs to smash into the vulnerable joints before using their guns to injure them so they couldn't fight back.

The shaking of the building increased, and with another snarl, she ran for the stairs, hoping to be able to make a break of it. Her host's mind had brought up plans for if Heliopolis destabilized, which involved prioritizing the safety of the personnel, and the place was certainly not going to stand up much longer. After they were gone and the place was safe, she could come back and look around at her leisure before using the gate to make her escape from here.

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Alexander swore as the possessed woman ran off, the group being down to just himself and Reilley conscious. Part of him wanted to chase after her, but he knew that his more immediate job was getting all the unconscious civilians who had been herded in front of the guards through the gate ASAP.

"I'll dial the gate, you get the people out of the way of the blast zone," He told his friend instead, who nodded and grabbed the colonel and Ferretti and started pulling them to the side. At the same time, he lept over a large chunk of ceiling and scrambled for the makeshift dialing device, which had thankfully not been damaged when the staff shots had been lobbed in the general direction.

It was only the work of a few seconds - most personnel had both workable addresses and their counterparts memorized in case of evacuation or emergency contact. He slapped a hand to his radio, again amazed he was in such a similar scenario even as he reported in, "Dr. Rothery has escaped into Heliopolis- place is starting to fall apart, almost everyone's unconscious, send medical teams to the gate room to grab people as we send them through."

"Private Danson, this is Command," General Hammond's voice replied through the radio. "Is the place stable enough to handle someone dialing in?"

"I don't know, sir, the place is already falling apart. But having more hands would probably help, along with making sure we have everyone here."

"Then close off the connection from your end, and we'll dial in with a medic team. Is Dr. McKay with the rest of the civilians?"

The Canadian cast a quick count over the bodies, frowning when he couldn't match the face he recalled with anyone there. "No, sir, he might have gotten away in the confusion. If he's close, he'll probably come back-"

There was a shout from the stairway where he'd seen Rothery run, causing him to turn and grit his teeth. "I think she might have found someone, sir!"

"Wait for us to arrive before you go, understand?" The general commanded, and he was about to protest until he realized the man hadn't said he couldn't go after they'd started coming through.

"Yessir. I'm signing off now."

"Good luck, son."

The radio went silent, and the gate, with nothing going through it, immediately shut itself down. He ran back over to Reilley, who hadn't heard much over the next bout of shaking from the building. Thankfully, it was dying down, but he could only imagine what would happen with two more gate activations in short succession.

"General Hammond is sending medics through to help, and I'll be going after Rothery as soon as they arrive. Since I've got the last shot-"

"I'll be coming with you," Reilley interrupted. "You need someone watching your back just in case she - or it, whatever - tries something, and I heard that yell too. If nothing else, dragging her and Dr. McKay back is going to be a two-person job."

Alex only thought for a second before agreeing. It would be dangerous enough, now that they knew she had some smaller stun weapon at hand, but she couldn't get them both, which meant one of them would at least be able to make the shot in time. It even sounded close enough that the medics would be able to find them and help retrieve everyone there if necessary.

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AN: ...I... might have cut this story down by several chapters accidentally? Because stuff I thought would take longer sort of didn't, and characters did not react as I expected when I started writing, and so yeah. Next chapter is gonna wrap up this arc and then we're hopping back to Alfred (finally) to see what he and Tony have been doing.

Also apologies for not updating Sunday, was busy over the weekend so had no time to write.