"Luke, what's your situation down there?"
Though Cam's transmission contained a lot of loud crackling, Luke heard most of it on his earpiece as he ran toward an Imperial shuttle.
"Oh, the usual. The Emperor tried to kill me, my father tried to turn me to the dark side. When he saw he wouldn't win, he ran off. Now I'm on my way out."
A sharp crackle was followed by a shrill response.
"Hold on. Are you telling me you're inside Ba'al's Death Star? Luke, you do realize we're trying to blow that thing up, right?"
"Wasn't my idea. My father captured me."
"How'd he pull that off?"
"I let him do it. To try to turn him back to the good side."
"Luke, how many times are you going to try that?"
"I've only done it twice. Maybe three times."
"Yeah? Well, you need to get out of there. Now."
"Don't worry, Cam. I'm starting up an Imperial shuttle now."
"Good. Once you get out of there, Colonel O'Neill wants us to meet at the cantina on Mos Eisley."
As the shuttle lifted in the docking bay, Luke frowned. "A celebration? Isn't that a little premature?"
"It's not a celebration. Sam says there's some kind of portal that's destabilizing our whole galaxy. As Han would say, 'If it's not one thing, it's another.'"
"Sounds like Han all right. Heading out of the Death Star now."
"That's the thing about you Jedi's. Always taking things so calmly. Whoops. Gotta go. Lando and I are about to dive in to blow up the core."
"Roger that, Cam. I'll see you at the rendezvous."
Minutes later, the force of the Death Star explosion violently rocked the Imperial shuttle but it held together. Something both Han and Colonel O'Neill would appreciate.
Luke let out a big sigh.
"That was a little too close."
On Mos Eisley, Luke joined the others. A huge golden portal hung above the cantina.
"That's one big honkin' portal," O'Neill said.
"Can't miss it," Daniel said.
Luke noted the members of SG-1 often joked around and stated the obvious. Probably their way of coping with the unknown.
"Han, let's' check this out," O'Neill said.
"With you, Jack."
"Luke and I are on it, colonel."
"Thanks, Cam."
"Nice of you to volunteer Luke," Han said with a wry grin.
"Can't speak for the others."
"I'm here," Daniel said, lifting a finger. Almost like a kid raising his hand in class. Luke noted that Daniel sometimes had that kind of demeanor.
It was about the time that O'Neill stepped toward the portal that it spit out a chubby bald boy in a gold-and-white toga. Cam observed that he looked like one of the Watchers from the Marvel Comics he read as a kid.
"Hello, Dorothy," O'Neill said. "And who might you be?"
"He's...the Star-Child," Luke said absently.
Cam gave him a look. "You know it's kind of scary when you talk like that, right?"
"It wasn't intentional, Cam."
Looking back at the Jaffa and the stormtroopers, Teal'c delivered a harsh glare.
"We shall resume our battle later, Darth Vader."
"Indeed we shall….shol'va." As he spat out the word, Vader pointed a gloved finger. Behind him, Ba'al simply smirked.
Though he still looked angry and grim, Teal'c also looked slightly confused. He turned to Leia.
"Princess Leia, have we not done this before?"
With her own wide-eyed look of confusion, Leia simply shrugged.
"This does seem familiar," Luke whispered.
"Luke, stop being scary like that. Colonel O'Neill, what's the situation?"
O'Neill knelt down and became more insistent, Leia with him.
"Who are you?"
"Tell us who you are."
They both looked confused as they glanced at each other.
The boy, the Star-Child, lay on his side as he struggled to speak.
"Someone who can combine galaxies together. Someone who can alter your reality."
O'Neill rose. "If that's so, we'll have to destroy you."
"Shoot first and act questions later, huh, Jack?"
"It's justified here, Daniel."
"Not much different from Vader then."
"Don't compare me to Vader!"
"Or me either," Leia said with a sharp look.
Still on the ground, the Star-Child wore a twisted smile.
"You should be glad, Colonel O'Neill. Princess Leia. There are other situations I could have made for you."
"Like what?" they asked together.
"Like this," he said, lifting his head only a little, his eyelids fluttering.
Daniel looked up in confusion as he stood in a cubicle. He looked at a tall smartly dressed woman with her blond hair up in a bun and a look of know-it-all superiority on her face.
"I could have you and your friends working at Veridian Dynamics," the Star-Child said.
"Where?" Even as O'Neill said this, Han looked around uncomfortably from a cubicle. Leia had her own hair up in a bun. While dressed in a black blazer and white blouse, she clutched a thick file. Carter and Vala were much the same.
Daniel looked up, and his eyes darted back and forth. "If you can manipulate people's reality against their will, that's wrong."
The blond woman looked unimpressed.
"Wrong?" she said. "How would I know what's wrong? I'm not some Greek philosopher."
Another blonde made a face at Daniel while she spoke in a pooh-pooh voice.
"Oh, I'm Daniel Jackson. I know the Force. I'm on my way to being ascended. And I'm oh so serious."
Daniel frowned deeply, as he often did, especially around Jack. Cam and Luke were in suits. So were Lando and Teal'c, except Teal'c wore a hat to cover his gold medallion.
Daniel sensed the blonde with her hair down was "Linda" while the blonde with her hair up was "Veronica." At least that's what their name tags said.
"So you see," the Star-Child said, "things could be worse."
"It's worse," Han said with a wide-eyed look and a nod.
In a gold flash, they were back outside the cantina.
Daniel now looked not only confused but almost hostile as well.
"What was that?"
The Star-Child lifted his head only a little.
"That, Daniel Jackson, is one of the many realities I could thrust you into."
"I'd rather you didn't."
"Yeah, me either," Han muttered.
"I'm with Daniel and Han on that," O'Neill said. "Don't do that again."
"Indeed."
Once again, the others murmured their approval.
When the Star-Child smiled, he sat up and clapped his hands. As he smiled, there were large black gaps between his huge white teeth. When he spoke in a raspy voice, he sounded almost gleeful.
"Here is another reality I could thrust you into."
O'Neill answered the knock at his apartment door.
His apartment had a bicycle hanging vertically near the bathroom door. His refrigerator had a picture of Superman, among other items.
When O'Neill opened the door, there stood a large dark-haired man in a postal uniform, a man complete with glasses, a hint of jowls (from too much Kenny Rogers chicken and no broccoli), and a kind of beady-eyed look.
"Hello, Jack."
"Hello, Newman!" With obvious distaste in his voice, O'Neill punctuated the name.
Before Newman could explain the purpose of his visit, Daniel staggered into the room blinking his eyes.
"Hey, Jack. You got any groceries I can have?"
"Help yourself. Thanks for asking."
"Great. You got any milk?"
Before O'Neill could answer, a delighted Carter burst in and threw her purse on the couch.
"Hey, guess what? At the gym, I'm right behind JFK, Jr.!" She had a great big glowing smile on her face. Which was certainly better than glowing eyes. Which O'Neill often checked for.
O'Neill opened his mouth to speak, closed it as Teal'c walked in.
"I continue to be unemployed and living with my parents."
"And bald," Carter noted derisively.
When Teal'c frowned, he curled his lower lip to accentuate his unhappy look.
"Perhaps if I do the opposite of what I am accustomed to doing, I will be more successful."
"Sounds good, T. Do that."
"Indeed. Or if I am to do the opposite, 'Not indeed.'" Teal'c made a face. "What is the opposite of 'Indeed?'"
"I'm not sure, Teal'c. But maybe we should let things cool down."
"I do not believe they will in fact cool down, O'Neill. I believe they will instead cool up."
"You mean escalate."
"Indeed. Or the opposite of 'Indeed.'"
O'Neill looked at Daniel, made a face. "Daniel, that's not milk. That's tomato juice."
Daniel spit it out. "Uck! That tastes terrible on Fruit Loops."
"Try oatmeal instead."
Into the apartment burst Han, Luke and Leia.
"What do you guys want?" O'Neill asked.
Luke pointed a finger and gave O'Neill a steely gaze. "We are here to accuse you of being bad people,"
"Oh, that," O'Neill said in a bored voice.
"And we've known bad people," Han said. "Jabba is bad people."
"And he's a scoundrel," Leia said, tilting her head toward Han.
"Sorry about being bad people," O'Neill said. "We'll try to do better."
With an intense look, Luke stepped forward. "You're under arrest."
Lando walked in carrying a briefcase. "Don't worry, I'll defend you in court," he said in his happy laughing voice.
A bright golden glow followed. O'Neill blinked his eyes.
They were all back with the Star-Child. He was no longer lying on the ground. Instead, he was standing, and he looked very serious, like he meant business.
"These things I do, I do for my own amusement." The Star-Child's raspy voice seemed weaker than ever, like he'd been smoking too much There was no coughing, though. "Just like everything you do is for my amusement."
"I'm so glad we can amuse you." Vala sounded a bit peeved, and she stood with hands on hips.
The Star-Child jerked his head in her direction.
"I could put you in a situation like this."
"If we don't starburst the heck out of here right now, they'll have our buttocks on a platter."
Vala held on to a control panel as the area around her shook violently. It was much like that time she was in an X-wing fighter with Luke. In this new situation, she seemed to be inside some kind of spacecraft, except the inside looked more like a cavern, or maybe some large creature.
Darth Vader peered into a viewer. "Son of a Hazmat," he growled in his deep voice.
Sam, who had blue skin for some reason, staggered around with a dazed look on her face, and Teal'c had tendrils hanging from his chin Her other friends manned various parts of the ship, and they shouted things like "Hezana" and "Lezana" and "Roxana." Cam sang "Roxann" by the Police. Vala found it disconcerting.
At the center of it all was O'Neill sitting in a command chair. As he looked back and forth, he wore a look that combined confusion and anger. Annoyance, really.
It all faded away.
Vala made a face. "What in Tauri was that?" She wrinkled her nose in a way that Luke thought was very cute. Adorable, in fact.
"Yeah, you got me," O'Neill said. He held out his hands as he addressed the Star-Child. "I have no idea what that was."
Han looked ticked. "Whatever you're doing, you'll get no more amusement from us."
The Start-Child smirked. "I believe you said similar words to Jabba the Hutt."
"You bet I did, kid! And look what happened to him."
O'Neill jabbed the air with his finger. "Yeah, buddy. You listen to Han. Your time is up. Don't get too comfortable being here in Mos Eisley. Because we're going to send you back where you belong! Isn't that right, Chewie?"
As Chewbacca roared his hearty agreement, O'Neill reached up to stroke the side of his large furry neck. Han stroked the other side.
"Brave words, Colonel O'Neill. And you, too, Chewbacca. So full of bravado you are. Just like your mutual friend Han Solo." As he leaned forward, the Star-Child smiled in a way that O'Neill didn't like at all. The smile was crooked and sinister. "You have provided me so much enjoyment, Colonel. Let me provide you with a little something."
O'Neill barely had time to blink when, in a flash of golden light, he stood before three very familiar characters.
"Whoo-hoo!" Homer exclaimed.
"Aye, caramba," Bart said.
"Excellent," Mr. Burns murmured as he rubbed the back of one hand.
"I never thought I'd actually meet you guys," O'Neill said in a tone of awe. All his friends, Rebel and SGC, stood with the citizens of Springfield. O'Neill laughed a little. All his friends looked like cartoon characters.
As all this took place in his mind, O'Neill stood with his real-life non-cartoon friends. His smile was serene.
Seeing that smile, Major Carter blinked her big blue eyes in surprise. She had never seen the colonel so wide-eyed with a look of childlike wonder.
"He looks so at peace, so happy," Carter said.
"He does," Leia said.
"Whoa," O'Neill said in a tone of awe. Major Carter was pretty sure she'd never heard the colonel say "whoa" before, at least not in that way. "Here you all are. Including you. Santa's Little Helper. Good boy." He acted out petting a dog.
"Sir?"
O'Neill shook his head and blinked his eyes. Then his eyes darted back and forth as he wore a slight frown,
"What happened?"
"Sir, don't you see what's happening? The Star-Child's trying to bribe us so we don't oppose him."
"Or at the very least distract us," Leia said.
"Well, I won't let it happen to me," Vala said.
"It won't work on me, either," O'Neill insisted. He jabbed a finger at the Star-Child. "Like I said, don't get too comfortable here in Mos Eisley!"
"Not that it's a place that's all that comfortable," Han murmured. He glanced around, probably looking for other possible threats.
Once again, the Star-Child smiled his gap-toothed smile. "Of course, Colonel O'Neill. I only wish to make you happy."
"I doubt that!"
"I'm not buying it either."
Now Carter went into a daze. She knelt down to talk to Lisa Simpson.
"Lisa, would you like to go through the Stargate with me?"
"Oh,boy! I'd love to! Thanks, Major Carter!"
Holding hands, they walked into the sparkling waves of the Stargate, or what looked like sparkling waves. Both could explain what it was scientifically. But for this moment of friendship, there was no need to be precise.
When they re-emerged on the other side, Carter asked, "So what do you think?"
"It's beautiful. Just like you, Sam."
When Carter left the scene behind, her eyes were moist.
O'Neill jabbed the air with his finger. "What'd you do to Carter?"
There was that horrible smile again. "Nothing like what I could do. I could have all of you fight vampires or werewolves. Or even zombies."
"Zombies would be cool," Cam said. Leia made a face at him. "What? They would be."
"I think we got enough problems with the Empire and the Goa'uld," Han said. "We don't need...whatever zombies are."
Luke made a face of his own. "Tell me again, Cam. What are….zombies?"
"They were big on Tauri before I moved to Tatooine. Imagine a bunch of Sith only with really bad skin."
Luke frowned. "The Sith already have bad skin."
"Okay. Bad example."
"Sometimes you Tauri can be strange," Luke said.
"Right back at you, Luke," Cam said.
"Yes," the Star-Child said. He had a sinister look to go with his gloating voice. "People from Tauri are sometimes called 'the Tauri.' Mostly by Teal'c and people from Chulak, and the Jedi. But they're all kind of odd people anyway."
"You're odd people," Leia said, not very diplomatically.
"Yeah, but thanks for the language lesson," O'Neill said.
"We don't need that from you," Han said. "We've got Daniel for that."
"Yes, yes," the Star-Child said impatiently. "Back to what I was saying: I could have you battling witches."
"Oh! Witches!" Vala's dark eyes lit up as she flashed a big smile. "Can we get a witch on our team?"
"We're not having a witch on our team, Vala."
The brown-eyed princess cast Vala a sly glance. "I'm with the colonel on this one."
Vala stomped her foot. "You're no fun."
"I try not to be. And it's 'you're no fun...Princess.'"
Vala's two long dark ponytails bounced as she lifted herself up a little and moved an "aw, shucks" fist. She pouted as well. "A witch would be so much fun."
"And we could use her to fight zombies."
"I think we have enough just fighting the Empire and the Goa'uld, don't you?"
"I suppose."
"For your team, would you like Sabrina or Samantha? I could offer you Jeannie. She's not a witch but still very powerful."
"We'll pass."
Carter looked bemused as she shrugged a little. Her eyes were still moist and her voice tearful. "Why do we need a witch when we've got Jedi?"
Leia glared. "I'm not a witch."
"Yeah, not a witch," Luke said while Daniel simply frowned.
"Knowing the ways of the Force does not make one a witch, Major Carter."
Carter ignored Vader. "We've got Luke, Leia and Daniel. Some pretty powerful people." She wiped one eye with the back of her hand.
Luke nodded. "You've learned the ways of the Force well, Daniel."
"Thank you, Luke. So have you."
"I've been at it longer."
"Yes, yes. All doing very well. Could we congratulate each other later?"
Vala, who had once been a Goa'uld System Lord named Qetesh, gave Daniel a very serious look. "Why did you decide to become a Jedi, Daniel? Was it to help you become ascended/"
Daniel wore that serious look. "Not really, Vala. As an ascended being, I couldn't interfere. As a Jedi, I can make a difference."
"We all can. Together," Luke said.
Another broad smile from Vala. "Good answer, guys."
In response, the Star-Child thrust out a pale chubby hand.
"Vala Mal Doran."
"Yes?"
"Nothing. I just like saying your name. It's a cool name."
"Thanks. I guess."
"To thank you for all the joy you've given me, I shall thrust you into another reality."
"Oh, no thank-"
Vala was cut off by a flash of golden light and a "whoosh." It took her a while to figure out who was next to her.
"Oh. Hello, Mando."
"I told you, Vala: don't call me that."
Even with the radio transmission voice, the irritation in the Mandalorian's voice was evident. Even if it was not, the Mandalorian made his irritation clear when he stabbed the air with his finger. Although at least he didn't fire rockets at her or strap her to a remote-controlled jet pack.
Vala looked a little surprised. "Don't call you what? 'Mando?'"
"Yes. That!"
"It's a term of affection," Vala insisted with a gentle grin. Though even when she grinned, there was a hint of malice or mischief. Certainly mischief.
"Let me hold him," Vala said as she gathered up the Child.
"Nice of you to ask permission while you do it," Mando noted.
Vala ignored him. As she gently rocked the Child in her arms, she made pouting noises with puckered lips. O'Neill, Han and all the others gathered around to admire the Child while a sweaty Indiana Jones stood guard.
A petite brown-haired woman stepped forward. She had pronounced eyebrows and a friendly cheerful smile.
"He's so cute What do you call him? The Child? Baby Yoda?"
"His actual name is Grogu," Mando said.
"Grogu," she said, testing out the name as she tilted her head and smiled.
Vala noted the young woman's kind voice went well with her cheerful face and smile.
"And who might you be?"
"I'm Rey Skywalker. I'm from the future."
"So what's going on is so big we need someone from the future? What do you do exactly?"
"I can control people and I can move rocks." Rey shrugged her bare shoulders then she rubbed Grogu's belly with her finger as she offered this: "Gitchy gitchy goo….Grogu."
Fred Flintstone smiled as he raised a bare arm. "Yabba dabba doo!"
When Vala blinked her eyes, she was back with the Star-Child and her friends. She stared at her empty arms. No Child. No Grogu.
Han didn't notice as Vala became tearful. That's because he was too busy pointing a finger at the Star-Child.
"Stop doing that," he ordered. His angry voice was matched by his angry look, which emphasized the scar on his chin.
"What?"
"All of it," O'Neill said.
"Afraid?"
"We're not afraid," Han said.
"Would you like to do some science experiments with me, Lisa?"
"That'd be great!"
Carter stared with her deep blue eyes
"Sam? You all right?" Luke asked.
She could not hear him as she mentally lived in another reality.
Carter knelt down to talk to the little girl with the starfish-shaped head. She wore pearls, her red dress was like something Wilma Flintstone or Betty Rubble might wear, and she wore a bright but daffy smile.
"Lisa, would you like to go through the Stargate with me again?"
Lisa Simpson responded enthusiastically. "I sure would! Thanks, Sam."
They held hands as they walked into the glowing waves of the Stargate. Remember; either one could have explained the waves scientifically but they chose to just enjoy their time of friendship. On the other side, Carter smiled as she said, "Welcome to Beta Site, Lisa."
"Wow."
"Would you like to help me turn the Stargate Command Rebels into super-soldiers?"
"I'd love to!"
When Lisa suddenly vanished, Carter blinked away tears from her eyes.
"Take me back," she whispered.
A tearful Vala held out her hands. "Take me back, too. Give him back to me….the Child...Grogu."
"I can't do that," the Star-Child said. "Or rather, I will not do it. But I can make you forget once again."
"What's going on here?" Vader snapped. "is the galaxy-wide instability making the women unstable as well?"
"Perhaps, my lord. Or perhaps it's simply because they're women," Ba'al sniffed.
"Watch it, Ba'al," Leia said with a harsh glare.
Luke approached Carter, put a gentle hand on her back. "Sam, what's going on?"
Carter spoke through tears. "Something about what the Star-Child is doing. I felt this deep sense of friendship. Then it was gone."
"I'm sorry, Sam."
Vala choked down tears. "And I felt this great love for Grogu. Like he was my own child."
"It's been bad for me, too," Leia said. "I imagined a reality where Han and I had twins. Instead, he died at the hands of someone named..Ben?"
"It's more than that. I felt this great love and attachment to Grogu….."
"And Lisa."
"...and then...gone."
"I can make it better," the Star-Child said. He suddenly spoke in the booming voice of a game show announcer. "All this, and more, can be yours. If you'll stop resisting me."
"Never!" Vader declared.
Luke was quieter, calmer but still firm. "Never. We'll never stop resisting you."
Ba'al stepped next to Luke. "We will not be manipulated."
"Like Luke said, we won't stop resisting you," Leia said. There was a cool sharp look in her eyes.
Han nodded toward his wife. "What she said."
"Yeah, here's the thing about that." O'Neill spoke casually as he casually rested his hands on his weapon. "We're not really the giving up kind."
"Jack doesn't work and play well with villains," Cam said.
"None of us do," Daniel said.
The Star-Child took on the appearance of Voldemort, and his pale neck became long and snakelike, much like the shape-changing Terminator in "Terminator 2." He bobbed his head back and forth among the Rebels.
"Very well. Is that your final answer?" he asked in the voice of Regis Philbin.
"You even need to ask?"
"You bet it is!"
The Star-Child narrowed his dark eyes. "In that case, there are more unpleasant things I can do to you."
A fierce thunderstorm, heavy rain.. Vader had Charlie O'Neill by the neck.
"End this destructive conflict, O'Neill. If you do not, you will never see your son again."
"Let him go!"
"I shall turn him into a Sith!"
"And your son Ben will be lost forever to you, Solo," Ba'al declared through gritted teeth. His look was fierce and stern.
"You don't scare me, kid!" Han shouted to the Star-Child.
"Yeah! What Han said. We're not afraid!"
"I can do whatever I want with you. You are my toys, my playthings!"
"You big overgrown…." O'Neill sputtered.
The ground began to shake so violently that it looked like the Stargate Command Rebels were dancing.
When it finally stopped, O'Neill sounded testy. More than usual.
"Now what?"
Carter consulted her device. "The galaxy-wide instability is getting worse, sir."
"Great," Han said. "Just what we need."
"Is that what that was? More instability?"
"Reminds me of that time we were inside that creature inside that large asteroid."
"Not our best date," Leia said.
"I did point out that the area was not entirely stable."
"Yes, Professor."
"The Star-Child may be the cause of our current instability."
"Thanks, Threepio."
"Threepio may be right, sir."
"Could Threepio possibly be right about anything, Carter?"
"At times, sir, yes."
"Too bad," Han muttered.
O'Neill glared up at the Star-Child. "Is this you? Are you doing this?" It was similar to the time he yelled at the guy operating the time loop machine.
"Tut-tut, Colonel O'Neill."
"'Tut-tut?'" Han said with a kind of sarcastic wide-eyed look. Like when Threepio told him impersonating a deity would not be quite proper.
"Yeah, who says that?" O'Neill said.
"I learned it from my good friend Trelayne."
"Never met him," Han said.
"Yeah, don't know the guy," O'Neill said.
The Star-Child smiled. "You wouldn't. He's from another dimension."
"That explains it."
"Yeah. I've been from one end of the galaxy to the other. But never another dimension."
"In any case, you need not be worried."
Another incredulous look from Han. "Worried?"
"Yeah. Who says we're worried? We're not worried."
The Star-Child adopted the face and voice of Yoda.
"You will be. You will be."
"Hey, now. That's disrespectful."
"Especially to Luke and Daniel," Han said.
"I'm okay," Daniel said. "But what Yoda says there is actually disrespectful to those who make an effort."
"Thanks, Daniel."
"Yeah, thanks for that bit of philosophy," Han said.
As the Star-Child reverted back to his usual smirking bald self, O'Neill pointed and spoke sharply.
"I'm not sure what's going on here, pal. But we'll beat you!"
"Yeah, we're taking you down," Han said with more of that angry fierce look.
"Oh, I don't think so."
"What you think doesn't matter!"
"Oh, tut-tut. Who's being disrespectful now?"
"You are!"
"Yeah, you!"
The Star-Child simply smirked as he turned his head. "What's the matter, Luke Skywalker? Nothing to say?"
"Luke has plenty to say," Daniel insisted.
The Star-Child snorted as he waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, please, Daniel. You're such a Jedi wannabe." He rolled his eyes.
"I don't need words. Daniel is with me. The Force is with me."
"And we're with them," Han said. His firm look once again emphasized that scar on his chin.
"Yeah, we are! You bet we are!" Once again, O'Neill pointed sharply.
Daniel got a look. Not his "intense Jedi Daniel look" but a look of awareness, realization.
"Luke, I know what you're doing. I'll join you. I'll help."
"You two do that."
"Whatever you're doing."
As Luke nodded, the Star-Child snorted.
"Whatever you are doing, Luke Skywalker, Daniel Jackson, it will be ineffective."
"You wish!" O'Neill shouted. "These guys are powerhouses!"
"And we're not so bad either," Han said.
"You tell him, Han."
"No, you tell him, Jack."
"I will."
"Okay then."
The Star-Child glanced around. "You shall go back to normal, Major Samantha Carter. And Vala Mal Doran. And the rest." He then sang in a loud warbling voice, similar to that of Homer Simpson. "Here in Star-Child Portal!"
They all looked around and frowned.
"This meeting is adjourned. For now."
O'Neill and Han would have responded with their usual flippant comments but they, along with their Rebel friends, were swallowed up in a great golden light.