1 Dial Seven Constellations for Redwall
Chapter 4
"Alright, I said we'd move out at dawn, and it's dawn. Let's go shrews!" A voice said, waking the SG-1 team.
"Wha? Where am I?" O'Neal asked, pulling himself up from the ground. Then he remembered the broken dialing device. Elsewhere, other members of the team were awakened by the call.
"Hmm, interesting… What the? Oh, time to move out." Daniel Jackson said, scratching between his ears.
"'Ey, you wont make it to Redwall if yore layin' about all mornin'!" A shrew yelled into Daniel's tent. "Crazy beasts. Sleep in strange tents, have odd weapons; I wanna know where they come from." It continued muttering as it walked off. Daniel got out of his sleeping bag and grabbed his stuff. The last thing he put on was his Kevlar vest.
"Damn zipper! What's wrong with it? I hate this thing!" He said under his breath. He was still struggling with it when he stumbled out of his tent. He saw Major Carter walking to the breakfast fire. "Sam. You having a better morning?" He called to her.
"Yes, but why do these shrews keep staring at me? The shrews on Earth seem to like hares better." She said, her eyes darting about. "Sir, a trust you had a good night." She said as O'Neil walked up.
"It was good until I passed out, and I got a headache like you wouldn't believe." He said, then moaned and held his head. "Daniel, you got any aspirin? Mine's with my first-aid kit, at the base."
"With all due respect, when you drink as much as you did last night, you tend to get a hangover." Daniel said, handing O'Neil the bottle of analgesic.
"Don't lecture me about how alcohol affects the otter physiology. I know I got a hangover, but Skip and Log-a-log started a drinking game and I couldn't resist."
"Congratulations O'Neil, you won the contest, but you passed out before we could give you your prize." Skipper said, winking at Log-a-log. "A flagon of seaweed grog!" They both said, presenting the small earthenware jug to O'Neil. He thanked them, saying he would save it for later. He slipped it into a pocket in his pants.
"Well, we should be movin' soon. Are ye ready?" Log-a-log asked, adjusting his headband that had slid over his eyes.
"We've got to take T'ilk out of his meditation, then everybeast will be ready."
"I have already prepared." The tall dark furred creature said, walking to the group.
"Then let's go, there's a feast at Redwall. I don't want to miss out on any o' those vittles." The old shrew chieftain yelled to everybeast.
Short, I know, but it will get better. Stargate hasn't come on for two weeks and I lost my Muse for a while.
Chapter 4
"Alright, I said we'd move out at dawn, and it's dawn. Let's go shrews!" A voice said, waking the SG-1 team.
"Wha? Where am I?" O'Neal asked, pulling himself up from the ground. Then he remembered the broken dialing device. Elsewhere, other members of the team were awakened by the call.
"Hmm, interesting… What the? Oh, time to move out." Daniel Jackson said, scratching between his ears.
"'Ey, you wont make it to Redwall if yore layin' about all mornin'!" A shrew yelled into Daniel's tent. "Crazy beasts. Sleep in strange tents, have odd weapons; I wanna know where they come from." It continued muttering as it walked off. Daniel got out of his sleeping bag and grabbed his stuff. The last thing he put on was his Kevlar vest.
"Damn zipper! What's wrong with it? I hate this thing!" He said under his breath. He was still struggling with it when he stumbled out of his tent. He saw Major Carter walking to the breakfast fire. "Sam. You having a better morning?" He called to her.
"Yes, but why do these shrews keep staring at me? The shrews on Earth seem to like hares better." She said, her eyes darting about. "Sir, a trust you had a good night." She said as O'Neil walked up.
"It was good until I passed out, and I got a headache like you wouldn't believe." He said, then moaned and held his head. "Daniel, you got any aspirin? Mine's with my first-aid kit, at the base."
"With all due respect, when you drink as much as you did last night, you tend to get a hangover." Daniel said, handing O'Neil the bottle of analgesic.
"Don't lecture me about how alcohol affects the otter physiology. I know I got a hangover, but Skip and Log-a-log started a drinking game and I couldn't resist."
"Congratulations O'Neil, you won the contest, but you passed out before we could give you your prize." Skipper said, winking at Log-a-log. "A flagon of seaweed grog!" They both said, presenting the small earthenware jug to O'Neil. He thanked them, saying he would save it for later. He slipped it into a pocket in his pants.
"Well, we should be movin' soon. Are ye ready?" Log-a-log asked, adjusting his headband that had slid over his eyes.
"We've got to take T'ilk out of his meditation, then everybeast will be ready."
"I have already prepared." The tall dark furred creature said, walking to the group.
"Then let's go, there's a feast at Redwall. I don't want to miss out on any o' those vittles." The old shrew chieftain yelled to everybeast.
Short, I know, but it will get better. Stargate hasn't come on for two weeks and I lost my Muse for a while.