Authors Notes: Greetings humanoids, this is just a little bit of ficcy
drivel that me and my best online friend (also online GF) wrote up. Did it
a little oddly, co-wrote it over MSN Messenger, so that's why the
paragraphs and stuff are kinda short and it goes back and forth. We used
our own SG team (the much abused SG-11) and set it just AU'ed enough that
we can fit things together here and there. Coments and suggestions of all
sorts would be appreciated muchly.
Category: Action/Adventure, Humor, Romance
Rating: PG-13 fer language. Ratings may change pending on authors own inspirations
Alright, Standard Disclaimer Time: We don't own Stargate and we don't own Lord of the Rings. It'd be nice if we did, cause then we'd have some cash to throw around! :-D
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There's a mountain, a mountain with a secret, well... actually there's a mountain with people under it with a secret, but we're getting off the point here. It's a -big- secret, a secret to make the Manhattan Project, the D-Day invasion, and the X-Files look like tabloid table-scraps. No, no, no... THIS secret is the big daddy of them all.
Of course... NONE of this concerns Major Logan O'Conner at the moment. Right now, all he's worried about is when the members of his team are going to get there so they can leave... More on that later. 'Hoot' as his friends from Delta Force had called him, looked up into the Control Room at the general that was standing there. "George... sir. Can we jus' go without 'em?" asked the Texan.
The door opened at that very moment and a person clad in standard embarkation clothing and equipment walked in. Only it wasn't a him. It was a her. She was about 5'6'', fit, womanly build. She had long black hair pulled back in a ponytail and grey eyes.
"Dr. Bryluen Hale." she said to Hammond, her british accent obvious. "Sorry for the delay, sir. The plane from Oxford was late." she said.
Hoot looked up from his seat on a crate against the wall and smiled slightly. His first thought was ~Cute!~ followed by a ~Very cute!~ and ending with ~Get up and say hello already ya git!~ The lanky ex-operator got up and loped across the room. He came to a stop infront of the ramp and smiled down at the doctor from his nearly 7 foot frame. "Heya Doc... Good ta have ya along on the ride." He glanced up at the technician sitting behind the computer. "Would ya page Alphabet again?" he asked in that slow drawl of his. Alphabet was what he called the short, dumpy, Russian Cpt. that was -supposed- to be his 2IC. "He dun git here soon I'll toss his butt right through the 'Gate."
One of the heavy steel blast doors groaned open and a short 5'3" man with a redish beard and too much girth waddled in. "No one tosses a Russian!"
Bryluen turned to face the short stocky man. "Captain Afanasi Rodchenko?" she asked.
The Russian turned to her, "Da, it's me. And you are?" he walked over to her.
"Dr. Bryluen Hale, Linguist, Historian." she extended her hand.
The Russian laughed and shook it strongly. Then he turned and marched over to O'Connor.
Logan folded his arms across his chest and looked down... WAY down at the Captain. "Yer late Alphabet... and packin' too much as usual." He smacked the portly Russian's chest with the back of his hand, and one of the clip- straps on his body-armor popped open.
Rodchenko growled and batted the American's hand away. "I am big bone-ed, not fat... You know. And why you call me Alfabit?"
"Cause Ah' can't pronounce tha' sneezey name o' yers..." O'Conner smirked slightly and looked back at General Hammond, who was watching all this with a bemused grin, reminded of another SG team he knew of. "Is our..." Hoot shuddered, "Advisor ready yet?"
Bryluen walked over to the men, "Major O'Conner....Bryluen Hale." she said extending her hand to him, "By the time we get this out of the way, Advisor Jax should be with us." looking up at him, a small smile appeared in her features.
The American smiled and shook the offered appendage, her hand practically disappering in his large gloved one. "Please... Call mah Logan, or Hoot, or O'Conn'r... They're all interchang'ble and I hate the use ah the rank." He let her hand go and took a step back, looking at the still-opened blast door. "And Ah swear... If tha' Noxxie makes us late Ah'll..."
"Major!" Hammond interupted sharply, shooting a cautionary glance at the soldier in the Gateroom below.
"..have a most pleasan' discussion about punctuality with 'er." Logan finished, though this -clearly- wasn't how he'd intened to originally end the statement.
The door swooshed open again and a small creature walked in, dressed in SGC uniform, but with unusual hair. Bryluen smiled and walked over to the Nox. She spoke softly to the Nox woman in the alien's own language, then the two walked over to the men.
"Gentlemen, this is Jax." she told them.
The Nox woman bowed slightly and smiled at them, "Greetings Tau'ri. I am honored to be here." she said.
Hoot turned to look at their 4th teamate as the door opened, and jumped slightly at the sight that greated him. Yes, he knew the Nox where on the shortish side, but Gods, Jax couldnt be more than... 4 feet tall! The ex- Delta Force shot a glance up at the General, who just shrugged and grinned.
Afanasi waddled his way right over and gave the Nox a big Ruskie bear-hug, his jovial nature getting the better of him. "Ah. The honor is ours fair lady. I have heard much of your people and am eager to meet one," the Russian let the woman down and smiled. "And now I have!"
Bry stood aside, watching the amiable exchange, her eyes smiling. This was an new expirience for the quiet British woman. She was looking forward to new things and languages she would get to learn as a member of SG11. Looking at each of the teammembers, she thought about how she could get along with each of them.
Jax intrigued her. She knew the Nox could and would teach her a lot. She was the first non Human, Bryluen had met. It had been a very pleasant expirience.
The Russian, Afanasi. A bear of a man in strength and muscle, short in height. He seemed a happy person with a good sense of humor. Hale was looking forward to working with him.
Logan O'Conner. He was an enigma. Friendly, enough, with no love for formality. Time would tell how this would work out. This would deffinetly be interesting.
"When do we depart?" she asked softly
Hoot grinned and hefted his G36 rifle, a non-standard issue tool of 'defense' which he prefered over the standard SGC issue P90's. "Well, since we -finally- got everybody..." He looked up at the techie sitting behind the dialing computer and nodded, "Right 'bout now..." He turned and stood infront of the ramp. "Alrigh' kiddies... Line up and keep yer hands to yerselves."
Alfanasi laughed and walked up next to the tall american. "Through your Stargate. I have heard much of the glory of the USA program and... "
"Yeah, yeah... Yer eager to go on a mish, and now ya are," finished O'Conner.
Bry walked over to Jax and the two women came to stand next to the Russian and the American. The gate whirred, chevrons locking in place. Hale watched in wonder as the final chevron locked in place and the blue whirlpool opened in front of them.
"Magnificent." Jax whispered, "I am amazed every time I see it." she said with a smile.
Bry nodded, "Glorious indeed."
Logan grinned and looked down at his team. A motley crew, but with possibilities. He waved over his shoulder at Hammond, without looking behind him and chuckled. "See ya later Boss!" He hefted his rifle to his shoulder and loped up the ramp and through the Gate.
Alphabet chuckled bearishly to himself and trundled up the ramp. "Ah... Again with the traveling!" Off all the members from the old Russian program, the stocky ex-Spetsnaz had the most time off-world. Both a weapons- expert and engineer, he had that rare ability to take duct-tape, 6 feet of fishing-line, and a banana peel... and perform magic. Well... Not really... There's no such thing as -real- magic.
Jax walked up next, a smile on her face. She walked through the event horizon without stopping. This was nothing new to her.
Hale walked in last, slightly afraid. This was not something researchers from Oxford did. But she was excited too.
===The Other Side===
Hale jumped out of the gate, shivering slightly.
"Good god..." she grunted, rubbing her arms. Looking around she saw...
Hoot was standing by the DHD, rifle left loosely at his side. He reached up and pulled his Dallas Rangers baseball cap off, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. The major let out a low whistle and looked around. "Daaaamn...." In his time during Delta Force, he'd seen some scary stuff. Worked in the worst shitholes on Earth, seen some pretty gruesome casualties of combat... But -nothing- prepared him for this. It was like... somebody'd set off the world's biggest firebomb, or a nuke. The landscape was scarred black from fire, and their were ruins of what had obviously once been a peaceful village. All that was visable now was endless ruin, as if a malicious hand of a god and come down from the sky and swept all life away in a wave of fire. Logan turned and plunked his baseball hat back down on his head. "Alright... Any ideas wha' the hell we do now?"
Rodchenko looked at O'Conner and shook his head. He'd lived in the comunist USSR, and seen some equally bad things as his Western counter-part, but this was still a shock. "Nyet... No force of man or beast could have cause such distruction. Only..." He cast his eyes skyward, though wether indicating a heavenly diety, a malicious alien, or a natural disaster, it was unclear.
Bryluen walked over to Logan and Afanasi.
"Logan....where did we gate to? I'd like to look for some inscriptions or something, maybe I could make heads or tails of this." she said in her soft voice.
Jax looked around, a frown in her features, ~This is not good~ she thought.
Hoot looked around and gestured at what appeared to be an un-collapsed cave atop a tall hill. "This is supposed ta be PDQ-DS9. They sen' a MALP through, but the cammera went -pfft-... Techie said it was from low-level radiation or sumthin... Other sensors showed the planet as safe, lots of Naquada residue, so of course, they authorized an op..." Logan shook his head and looked around. "Freakah..."
"And you did not deem it nessicary to send a second probe through?" asked Alphabet. Logan shrugged.
"Ah dun make the policy..."
Bree looked over at Jax, "Jax...what is the matter?" she asked.
The Nox turned to them, "This Holocaust spreads further than this place. As if a great death and darkness lies upon this land." she said.
Hale looked around, trying to find anything that would have some writing on it. She located a tablet that had unusual writing. "This is runic...." she murmured, eyes tracing every line.
Logan gestured for Rodchenko to watch Bree, and walked over to Jax. "Jus' how far does this destruction spread hun?" he asked, his right hand fingering the grip on his rifle. There was something bugging him, like a splinter in his mind, itching him. "Any idea wha' caused it?"
"It spread as far as The East, The West, The North, and The South... ranger. For the Nine failed..." said an oldish voice from the general direction of the Stargate. SG-11 whirled around and O'Conner and Rodchenko pointed their rifles at what appeared to be an incredibly old man leaning heavily on a staff. "But... Where they lost... The Eleven may succeed." The man strode towards thd DHD, rifles of the Russian and American following his every move. "Yes.. The Wise can not see all, but you may tip the scales..."
Bryluen watched the man intently, "The Nine? The Eleven...whom do you speak of? Who are you?" she asked.
The old man smiled and looked up at the woman, his grey beard twitching up in a smile. "I am known by many names child... But you would know me as one of the Ancients..." The man bent down and squinted closely at the DHD, as if nearsighted. "I am one of the oldest oldsters... And far beyond my prime. I can not save this world, but I can send you back. Yes, yes..." The Grey Man chuckled and placed his right hand on the red stone in the middle of the DHD. As of it's own accord, the buttons on the device began depressing, like the keys on a player piano.
"You are one of them..." Bryluen said and looked at the portion of the tablet in her hand.
The letters were becoming familiar, *Mithra.....* said the tablet. "Mithra...." she murmurred.
She walked over to the truly ancient man, "Were are you dialing to?"
The Man of Grey looked at Bryluen, then at Rodchenko, Jax, and finally his gaze came to rest on O'Conner. Hoot could see that though the body was old, the eyes were still clever and sharp. The man broke his gaze and looked at the British woman as the 7th Chevron locked in... but the Gate kept dialing. "Not where... When and where. Back child... Back before your history was recorded." The man looked at Jax as an 8th chevron punched in. "Back when the ancestors of your race were still young." The man stopped his talking and looked up at the Stargate came to stop it's rotating. The 9th and final available chevron locked in, and the Gate whoosed to life. But instead of it's regularly blue and water-like surface, the event horizon was now pure white and mist-like. "Go... Go... The challenge awaits you all." The man in grey shot each team member a last glance, chuckled, and hobbled off away from the Gate.
Jax walked over to the gate and passed through first, feeling compelled to listen to the Grey sage. Hale followed the Nox woman, her mind working overtime on the letters on the tablet and the man.
~Mithrandir...Grey Pilgrim....~ those were her last thoughts before she jumped through.
Logan looked at Rodchenko, then back at the distruction that blanketed the landscape. "Well Alphabet... Shall we?" The Russian nodded and stepped up to the misty event-horizon and after a moment, passed through. Hoot walked up to the Gate and took a moment to examine the fog-like line that seperated this world from the wormhole, passing his gloved hand through the cold mist. ~Ya know... That guy looked pretty familiar... I wonder where from?~ He shrugged and stepped through the Stargate. The trip this time took a seeming eternity before it ended and Logan came out the other side.
He stepped out into the midst of a lush green country, warm breezes, blue skies, and... short... people. All standing infront of the Stargate, looking up at him with their jaws hanging open. "Uh... hello."
Bryluen walked over to him, "Logan....we were just here....but in the future..." she said quietly, "This is the same place."
Jax was looking at the childlike people. They were barefoot, all of them, but they had big hairy feet. Brownish curly hair with unusual ears and the expressions of wonder in their faces. Jax turned to Logan too, "Periannath.....they are the Periannath...."
'The Halflings....' Bry translated immediately in her mind.
"Per-wha'-its?" asked Logan, walking down off the platform the Stargate was set on. That slight itch of instinct in the back of his mind had turned into a sharp tingle, like... when yer leg falls asleep, but centered in the brain.
One of the er... taller-shorter people turned and looked at Jax. "She speaks -elivish!-" The sharp tingle in Hoot's head suddenly clicked into a big, red, flashing -RED ALERT- sign. The taller-shorter-person looked over at Logan and stepped up, a relative term cause he was still short. The young... 'man' stuck out his hand and smiled. "We're the Halflings, though we prefer the term 'Hobbits'... I am Frodo Baggins. And you are?"
Logan's jaw dropped quickly and he slowly raised a hand up to pull down his red-mirrored Oakley sunglasses. "Out ah my freakin mind..." he breathed. The American dumbly extended a hand to shake the hobbit's. "Pleasure ta meet ya Frodo..."
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Alright. Good? Bad? Merely Acceptable? WELL THAT'S WHAT R&R IS FER! :-) Me and Her'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP, depending on comments and what not.
Category: Action/Adventure, Humor, Romance
Rating: PG-13 fer language. Ratings may change pending on authors own inspirations
Alright, Standard Disclaimer Time: We don't own Stargate and we don't own Lord of the Rings. It'd be nice if we did, cause then we'd have some cash to throw around! :-D
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There's a mountain, a mountain with a secret, well... actually there's a mountain with people under it with a secret, but we're getting off the point here. It's a -big- secret, a secret to make the Manhattan Project, the D-Day invasion, and the X-Files look like tabloid table-scraps. No, no, no... THIS secret is the big daddy of them all.
Of course... NONE of this concerns Major Logan O'Conner at the moment. Right now, all he's worried about is when the members of his team are going to get there so they can leave... More on that later. 'Hoot' as his friends from Delta Force had called him, looked up into the Control Room at the general that was standing there. "George... sir. Can we jus' go without 'em?" asked the Texan.
The door opened at that very moment and a person clad in standard embarkation clothing and equipment walked in. Only it wasn't a him. It was a her. She was about 5'6'', fit, womanly build. She had long black hair pulled back in a ponytail and grey eyes.
"Dr. Bryluen Hale." she said to Hammond, her british accent obvious. "Sorry for the delay, sir. The plane from Oxford was late." she said.
Hoot looked up from his seat on a crate against the wall and smiled slightly. His first thought was ~Cute!~ followed by a ~Very cute!~ and ending with ~Get up and say hello already ya git!~ The lanky ex-operator got up and loped across the room. He came to a stop infront of the ramp and smiled down at the doctor from his nearly 7 foot frame. "Heya Doc... Good ta have ya along on the ride." He glanced up at the technician sitting behind the computer. "Would ya page Alphabet again?" he asked in that slow drawl of his. Alphabet was what he called the short, dumpy, Russian Cpt. that was -supposed- to be his 2IC. "He dun git here soon I'll toss his butt right through the 'Gate."
One of the heavy steel blast doors groaned open and a short 5'3" man with a redish beard and too much girth waddled in. "No one tosses a Russian!"
Bryluen turned to face the short stocky man. "Captain Afanasi Rodchenko?" she asked.
The Russian turned to her, "Da, it's me. And you are?" he walked over to her.
"Dr. Bryluen Hale, Linguist, Historian." she extended her hand.
The Russian laughed and shook it strongly. Then he turned and marched over to O'Connor.
Logan folded his arms across his chest and looked down... WAY down at the Captain. "Yer late Alphabet... and packin' too much as usual." He smacked the portly Russian's chest with the back of his hand, and one of the clip- straps on his body-armor popped open.
Rodchenko growled and batted the American's hand away. "I am big bone-ed, not fat... You know. And why you call me Alfabit?"
"Cause Ah' can't pronounce tha' sneezey name o' yers..." O'Conner smirked slightly and looked back at General Hammond, who was watching all this with a bemused grin, reminded of another SG team he knew of. "Is our..." Hoot shuddered, "Advisor ready yet?"
Bryluen walked over to the men, "Major O'Conner....Bryluen Hale." she said extending her hand to him, "By the time we get this out of the way, Advisor Jax should be with us." looking up at him, a small smile appeared in her features.
The American smiled and shook the offered appendage, her hand practically disappering in his large gloved one. "Please... Call mah Logan, or Hoot, or O'Conn'r... They're all interchang'ble and I hate the use ah the rank." He let her hand go and took a step back, looking at the still-opened blast door. "And Ah swear... If tha' Noxxie makes us late Ah'll..."
"Major!" Hammond interupted sharply, shooting a cautionary glance at the soldier in the Gateroom below.
"..have a most pleasan' discussion about punctuality with 'er." Logan finished, though this -clearly- wasn't how he'd intened to originally end the statement.
The door swooshed open again and a small creature walked in, dressed in SGC uniform, but with unusual hair. Bryluen smiled and walked over to the Nox. She spoke softly to the Nox woman in the alien's own language, then the two walked over to the men.
"Gentlemen, this is Jax." she told them.
The Nox woman bowed slightly and smiled at them, "Greetings Tau'ri. I am honored to be here." she said.
Hoot turned to look at their 4th teamate as the door opened, and jumped slightly at the sight that greated him. Yes, he knew the Nox where on the shortish side, but Gods, Jax couldnt be more than... 4 feet tall! The ex- Delta Force shot a glance up at the General, who just shrugged and grinned.
Afanasi waddled his way right over and gave the Nox a big Ruskie bear-hug, his jovial nature getting the better of him. "Ah. The honor is ours fair lady. I have heard much of your people and am eager to meet one," the Russian let the woman down and smiled. "And now I have!"
Bry stood aside, watching the amiable exchange, her eyes smiling. This was an new expirience for the quiet British woman. She was looking forward to new things and languages she would get to learn as a member of SG11. Looking at each of the teammembers, she thought about how she could get along with each of them.
Jax intrigued her. She knew the Nox could and would teach her a lot. She was the first non Human, Bryluen had met. It had been a very pleasant expirience.
The Russian, Afanasi. A bear of a man in strength and muscle, short in height. He seemed a happy person with a good sense of humor. Hale was looking forward to working with him.
Logan O'Conner. He was an enigma. Friendly, enough, with no love for formality. Time would tell how this would work out. This would deffinetly be interesting.
"When do we depart?" she asked softly
Hoot grinned and hefted his G36 rifle, a non-standard issue tool of 'defense' which he prefered over the standard SGC issue P90's. "Well, since we -finally- got everybody..." He looked up at the techie sitting behind the dialing computer and nodded, "Right 'bout now..." He turned and stood infront of the ramp. "Alrigh' kiddies... Line up and keep yer hands to yerselves."
Alfanasi laughed and walked up next to the tall american. "Through your Stargate. I have heard much of the glory of the USA program and... "
"Yeah, yeah... Yer eager to go on a mish, and now ya are," finished O'Conner.
Bry walked over to Jax and the two women came to stand next to the Russian and the American. The gate whirred, chevrons locking in place. Hale watched in wonder as the final chevron locked in place and the blue whirlpool opened in front of them.
"Magnificent." Jax whispered, "I am amazed every time I see it." she said with a smile.
Bry nodded, "Glorious indeed."
Logan grinned and looked down at his team. A motley crew, but with possibilities. He waved over his shoulder at Hammond, without looking behind him and chuckled. "See ya later Boss!" He hefted his rifle to his shoulder and loped up the ramp and through the Gate.
Alphabet chuckled bearishly to himself and trundled up the ramp. "Ah... Again with the traveling!" Off all the members from the old Russian program, the stocky ex-Spetsnaz had the most time off-world. Both a weapons- expert and engineer, he had that rare ability to take duct-tape, 6 feet of fishing-line, and a banana peel... and perform magic. Well... Not really... There's no such thing as -real- magic.
Jax walked up next, a smile on her face. She walked through the event horizon without stopping. This was nothing new to her.
Hale walked in last, slightly afraid. This was not something researchers from Oxford did. But she was excited too.
===The Other Side===
Hale jumped out of the gate, shivering slightly.
"Good god..." she grunted, rubbing her arms. Looking around she saw...
Hoot was standing by the DHD, rifle left loosely at his side. He reached up and pulled his Dallas Rangers baseball cap off, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. The major let out a low whistle and looked around. "Daaaamn...." In his time during Delta Force, he'd seen some scary stuff. Worked in the worst shitholes on Earth, seen some pretty gruesome casualties of combat... But -nothing- prepared him for this. It was like... somebody'd set off the world's biggest firebomb, or a nuke. The landscape was scarred black from fire, and their were ruins of what had obviously once been a peaceful village. All that was visable now was endless ruin, as if a malicious hand of a god and come down from the sky and swept all life away in a wave of fire. Logan turned and plunked his baseball hat back down on his head. "Alright... Any ideas wha' the hell we do now?"
Rodchenko looked at O'Conner and shook his head. He'd lived in the comunist USSR, and seen some equally bad things as his Western counter-part, but this was still a shock. "Nyet... No force of man or beast could have cause such distruction. Only..." He cast his eyes skyward, though wether indicating a heavenly diety, a malicious alien, or a natural disaster, it was unclear.
Bryluen walked over to Logan and Afanasi.
"Logan....where did we gate to? I'd like to look for some inscriptions or something, maybe I could make heads or tails of this." she said in her soft voice.
Jax looked around, a frown in her features, ~This is not good~ she thought.
Hoot looked around and gestured at what appeared to be an un-collapsed cave atop a tall hill. "This is supposed ta be PDQ-DS9. They sen' a MALP through, but the cammera went -pfft-... Techie said it was from low-level radiation or sumthin... Other sensors showed the planet as safe, lots of Naquada residue, so of course, they authorized an op..." Logan shook his head and looked around. "Freakah..."
"And you did not deem it nessicary to send a second probe through?" asked Alphabet. Logan shrugged.
"Ah dun make the policy..."
Bree looked over at Jax, "Jax...what is the matter?" she asked.
The Nox turned to them, "This Holocaust spreads further than this place. As if a great death and darkness lies upon this land." she said.
Hale looked around, trying to find anything that would have some writing on it. She located a tablet that had unusual writing. "This is runic...." she murmured, eyes tracing every line.
Logan gestured for Rodchenko to watch Bree, and walked over to Jax. "Jus' how far does this destruction spread hun?" he asked, his right hand fingering the grip on his rifle. There was something bugging him, like a splinter in his mind, itching him. "Any idea wha' caused it?"
"It spread as far as The East, The West, The North, and The South... ranger. For the Nine failed..." said an oldish voice from the general direction of the Stargate. SG-11 whirled around and O'Conner and Rodchenko pointed their rifles at what appeared to be an incredibly old man leaning heavily on a staff. "But... Where they lost... The Eleven may succeed." The man strode towards thd DHD, rifles of the Russian and American following his every move. "Yes.. The Wise can not see all, but you may tip the scales..."
Bryluen watched the man intently, "The Nine? The Eleven...whom do you speak of? Who are you?" she asked.
The old man smiled and looked up at the woman, his grey beard twitching up in a smile. "I am known by many names child... But you would know me as one of the Ancients..." The man bent down and squinted closely at the DHD, as if nearsighted. "I am one of the oldest oldsters... And far beyond my prime. I can not save this world, but I can send you back. Yes, yes..." The Grey Man chuckled and placed his right hand on the red stone in the middle of the DHD. As of it's own accord, the buttons on the device began depressing, like the keys on a player piano.
"You are one of them..." Bryluen said and looked at the portion of the tablet in her hand.
The letters were becoming familiar, *Mithra.....* said the tablet. "Mithra...." she murmurred.
She walked over to the truly ancient man, "Were are you dialing to?"
The Man of Grey looked at Bryluen, then at Rodchenko, Jax, and finally his gaze came to rest on O'Conner. Hoot could see that though the body was old, the eyes were still clever and sharp. The man broke his gaze and looked at the British woman as the 7th Chevron locked in... but the Gate kept dialing. "Not where... When and where. Back child... Back before your history was recorded." The man looked at Jax as an 8th chevron punched in. "Back when the ancestors of your race were still young." The man stopped his talking and looked up at the Stargate came to stop it's rotating. The 9th and final available chevron locked in, and the Gate whoosed to life. But instead of it's regularly blue and water-like surface, the event horizon was now pure white and mist-like. "Go... Go... The challenge awaits you all." The man in grey shot each team member a last glance, chuckled, and hobbled off away from the Gate.
Jax walked over to the gate and passed through first, feeling compelled to listen to the Grey sage. Hale followed the Nox woman, her mind working overtime on the letters on the tablet and the man.
~Mithrandir...Grey Pilgrim....~ those were her last thoughts before she jumped through.
Logan looked at Rodchenko, then back at the distruction that blanketed the landscape. "Well Alphabet... Shall we?" The Russian nodded and stepped up to the misty event-horizon and after a moment, passed through. Hoot walked up to the Gate and took a moment to examine the fog-like line that seperated this world from the wormhole, passing his gloved hand through the cold mist. ~Ya know... That guy looked pretty familiar... I wonder where from?~ He shrugged and stepped through the Stargate. The trip this time took a seeming eternity before it ended and Logan came out the other side.
He stepped out into the midst of a lush green country, warm breezes, blue skies, and... short... people. All standing infront of the Stargate, looking up at him with their jaws hanging open. "Uh... hello."
Bryluen walked over to him, "Logan....we were just here....but in the future..." she said quietly, "This is the same place."
Jax was looking at the childlike people. They were barefoot, all of them, but they had big hairy feet. Brownish curly hair with unusual ears and the expressions of wonder in their faces. Jax turned to Logan too, "Periannath.....they are the Periannath...."
'The Halflings....' Bry translated immediately in her mind.
"Per-wha'-its?" asked Logan, walking down off the platform the Stargate was set on. That slight itch of instinct in the back of his mind had turned into a sharp tingle, like... when yer leg falls asleep, but centered in the brain.
One of the er... taller-shorter people turned and looked at Jax. "She speaks -elivish!-" The sharp tingle in Hoot's head suddenly clicked into a big, red, flashing -RED ALERT- sign. The taller-shorter-person looked over at Logan and stepped up, a relative term cause he was still short. The young... 'man' stuck out his hand and smiled. "We're the Halflings, though we prefer the term 'Hobbits'... I am Frodo Baggins. And you are?"
Logan's jaw dropped quickly and he slowly raised a hand up to pull down his red-mirrored Oakley sunglasses. "Out ah my freakin mind..." he breathed. The American dumbly extended a hand to shake the hobbit's. "Pleasure ta meet ya Frodo..."
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Alright. Good? Bad? Merely Acceptable? WELL THAT'S WHAT R&R IS FER! :-) Me and Her'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP, depending on comments and what not.