Samantha Carter had taken it upon herself to sit in the control room,
and work on the security mechanisms, such as palm identification, iris
control and the like. Lately, security had been a little slack, and she was
determined not to let that get in the way of Stargate operations.
The number of times something had 'slipped' through their defences was nauseating, and she couldn't stand things not being up to date.
She looked down through the bulletproof glass into the embarkation room where Jonas and a number of technicians were working on a UAV. It was all geared up, and ready to fly. They just needed to dial the gate.
She donned a headset, and spoke into the microphone, "Are you guys all set down there?"
Jonas gave her a thumbs up, and stepped away from the UAV, as did the technicians, one of which was Sergeant Siler.
Sam brought the UAV to life, and watched as the operator next to her dialled the Stargate.
After a minute or so, the gate exploded into life, blue light flaring into the room. The ripples set back on the surface of the event horizon, and the UAV took flight. It glided through the event horizon, and Sam brought up visual contact.
A green landscape was what greeted her on the other side. Large wildlife moved around, and to her surprise, heads poked out of the treetops.
There was a vast expanse of water to the north, where some animals were wading.
Sam smiled.
Her content was cut short however as a masculine cry of surprise assaulted her ears. She shot out of her chair, and looked into the embarkation room, even as gasps and screams filled the control room she stood in.
Hundreds of scurrying life forms poured through the gate, crawling up every surface. Black in colour, and hairy in texture, they clambered up anything they could find.
Jonas was one of the panicking occupants of the room, but his alarm was pushed down at the sudden dilemma that faced them.
"Close the iris!" he shouted loudly, stamping on a spider as it ran at him madly, its eight legs crossing over one another swiftly.
Sam snapped the order to the officer seated beside her, who soon looked up at her, and replied, "I can't. There's a technical fault."
"Jonas, get out of there!" Sam said calmly through her headset.
Jonas nodded, kicking another arachnid away from him.
He ran to the door, and swiped his card through it, standing there and staring at it afterwards. He repeated the action again and again, before slapping a palm on the door.
"It won't open!" he yelled to Sam, running to a technician's aid, who was under attack.
He, despite his fear of the creatures, began pulling them off the technician, and throwing them aside.
The arachnids started climbing up Jonas' legs, and he started batting them off immediately, slight succumbing to the panic he obviously felt.
"Can you shut off the Stargate?" Sam demanded of the officer next to her, even as spiders started scurrying up the glass in front of her. She grimaced.
After a few quick moments of typing, the officer nodded, and entered a sequence of keys, which then proceeded to successfully shut down the Stargate, even slicing one or two of the creatures in half as they entered the room.
Sam slammed her hand down on the alarm button beside her, silently hoping that help hurried on its way.
Jonas and the others tried desperately to get out of the room, even taking to bashing the door with fire hydrants. Nothing worked, and Sam bit her bottom lip gently.
Siler was overcome suddenly with spiders, and he cried out to Jonas to help him. The Kelownan quickly came to his aid, batting them off with his hands. He stamped violently on the ones that got underfoot.
O'Neill, Teal'c and Hammond burst into the room, marching straight over to Sam.
"What in the hell..." Hammond was cut short at the scene set out before him. Black, hairy monstrosities were crawling everywhere, including the people in the room.
She heard Jonas' voice as he called for help.
"They're working on the doors. Some sort of system failure," O'Neill offered with a shrug, grabbing the microphone on the desk, and saying, "Hold on. We're getting you out of there."
* * *
A short amount of time had passed, and roughly two thousand dead spiders littered the floor. They crunched underfoot as he walked over them, and he grimaced in disgust at the sight of all of them.
There was no explanation for how the arachnids had been able to pass through an outgoing wormhole as of yet, but Sam was working on it.
Jonas, Siler and the others were being checked over in the infirmary. Jonas had suffered a rather nasty bite to his left arm, which had been bleeding when O'Neill had come to the infirmary. Fraiser had been working on cleaning the wound and bandaging it when he left.
It was odd. Jonas' fear of spiders had attacked him both in his dreams and in real life. Where the hell had the beasts come from anyway?
The canisters of pesticide had rid them of the problem anyway, and now they were all dead on the floor.
One leg twitched from beside him, and without mercy, he brought his foot crashing down on the limb, hearing the loud crunch as he did so.
* * *
Sam sat in Jonas' office with the alien. He sat in deep thought, a little shaken by his recent experience. A bandage covered his left forearm where the arachnid had bitten him badly. Fraiser had confirmed that the spider had not been poisonous, and it had just managed to break the skin.
She sighed, and flicked through a book that lay on his desk.
Jonas ran a hand through his spiky hair then, and looked at Sam.
"It's too much of a coincidence," he said confidently.
"What is?" she asked, closing the cover of the book.
Jonas raised his eyebrows for as moment. "The spiders. I have a nightmare about the embarkation room being filled with them, and then it does get filled with them. A little strange, don't you think?"
Sam thought carefully over what to say for a minute, before replying, "There's no way that the two could be related, Jonas. I'm afraid I have to agree with Hammond... it's just a frightening coincidence."
Jonas slumped back in his chair. He didn't believe her, and she knew that from the look on his young face. He had another theory, but she didn't know what that particular theory was.
And she wasn't sure whether or not to ask.
* * *
Jonas looked down at the bandage on his arm, and shuddered. His latest experience had him shaken, and he kept subconsciously checking here and there for legs scurrying. He thought he heard them on more than one occasion, but simply closed his eyes, and then they were gone.
He wanted to go back to PP9-843, the planet where they had lost consciousness. The planet where the chancellor had told them to meet him, only to be trapped in a room and knocked out.
None of it made sense.
The planet in itself had been odd. They were advanced, but not in the way of travel. They used horses, four legged mammals that were common on both that planet, and here on Earth. But in order to have use of the animals, you had to trade something with the keepers. Anything from food to currency was accepted. SG-1 had been forced to part with a week's rations in order to have use of the animals.
O'Neill had protested to the use of the mammals, but the keepers had insisted that the townspeople did not trust anyone who approached on foot. They were seen as thieves, here to take something of value. Word was, if they could not afford a horse, they were up to no good.
And so the keepers had horses set up to use by the Stargate, ready to ride as soon as someone passed through the Gate.
Jonas had never ridden a horse before, but Sam had shown him how, and he had quickly realised it was nowhere near as hard as it looked.
Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, and flipped open Doctor Jackson's notebook, skimming through to see if he could find anything of relevance that would give Jonas an answer of any kind.
He had a long search ahead of him.
The number of times something had 'slipped' through their defences was nauseating, and she couldn't stand things not being up to date.
She looked down through the bulletproof glass into the embarkation room where Jonas and a number of technicians were working on a UAV. It was all geared up, and ready to fly. They just needed to dial the gate.
She donned a headset, and spoke into the microphone, "Are you guys all set down there?"
Jonas gave her a thumbs up, and stepped away from the UAV, as did the technicians, one of which was Sergeant Siler.
Sam brought the UAV to life, and watched as the operator next to her dialled the Stargate.
After a minute or so, the gate exploded into life, blue light flaring into the room. The ripples set back on the surface of the event horizon, and the UAV took flight. It glided through the event horizon, and Sam brought up visual contact.
A green landscape was what greeted her on the other side. Large wildlife moved around, and to her surprise, heads poked out of the treetops.
There was a vast expanse of water to the north, where some animals were wading.
Sam smiled.
Her content was cut short however as a masculine cry of surprise assaulted her ears. She shot out of her chair, and looked into the embarkation room, even as gasps and screams filled the control room she stood in.
Hundreds of scurrying life forms poured through the gate, crawling up every surface. Black in colour, and hairy in texture, they clambered up anything they could find.
Jonas was one of the panicking occupants of the room, but his alarm was pushed down at the sudden dilemma that faced them.
"Close the iris!" he shouted loudly, stamping on a spider as it ran at him madly, its eight legs crossing over one another swiftly.
Sam snapped the order to the officer seated beside her, who soon looked up at her, and replied, "I can't. There's a technical fault."
"Jonas, get out of there!" Sam said calmly through her headset.
Jonas nodded, kicking another arachnid away from him.
He ran to the door, and swiped his card through it, standing there and staring at it afterwards. He repeated the action again and again, before slapping a palm on the door.
"It won't open!" he yelled to Sam, running to a technician's aid, who was under attack.
He, despite his fear of the creatures, began pulling them off the technician, and throwing them aside.
The arachnids started climbing up Jonas' legs, and he started batting them off immediately, slight succumbing to the panic he obviously felt.
"Can you shut off the Stargate?" Sam demanded of the officer next to her, even as spiders started scurrying up the glass in front of her. She grimaced.
After a few quick moments of typing, the officer nodded, and entered a sequence of keys, which then proceeded to successfully shut down the Stargate, even slicing one or two of the creatures in half as they entered the room.
Sam slammed her hand down on the alarm button beside her, silently hoping that help hurried on its way.
Jonas and the others tried desperately to get out of the room, even taking to bashing the door with fire hydrants. Nothing worked, and Sam bit her bottom lip gently.
Siler was overcome suddenly with spiders, and he cried out to Jonas to help him. The Kelownan quickly came to his aid, batting them off with his hands. He stamped violently on the ones that got underfoot.
O'Neill, Teal'c and Hammond burst into the room, marching straight over to Sam.
"What in the hell..." Hammond was cut short at the scene set out before him. Black, hairy monstrosities were crawling everywhere, including the people in the room.
She heard Jonas' voice as he called for help.
"They're working on the doors. Some sort of system failure," O'Neill offered with a shrug, grabbing the microphone on the desk, and saying, "Hold on. We're getting you out of there."
* * *
A short amount of time had passed, and roughly two thousand dead spiders littered the floor. They crunched underfoot as he walked over them, and he grimaced in disgust at the sight of all of them.
There was no explanation for how the arachnids had been able to pass through an outgoing wormhole as of yet, but Sam was working on it.
Jonas, Siler and the others were being checked over in the infirmary. Jonas had suffered a rather nasty bite to his left arm, which had been bleeding when O'Neill had come to the infirmary. Fraiser had been working on cleaning the wound and bandaging it when he left.
It was odd. Jonas' fear of spiders had attacked him both in his dreams and in real life. Where the hell had the beasts come from anyway?
The canisters of pesticide had rid them of the problem anyway, and now they were all dead on the floor.
One leg twitched from beside him, and without mercy, he brought his foot crashing down on the limb, hearing the loud crunch as he did so.
* * *
Sam sat in Jonas' office with the alien. He sat in deep thought, a little shaken by his recent experience. A bandage covered his left forearm where the arachnid had bitten him badly. Fraiser had confirmed that the spider had not been poisonous, and it had just managed to break the skin.
She sighed, and flicked through a book that lay on his desk.
Jonas ran a hand through his spiky hair then, and looked at Sam.
"It's too much of a coincidence," he said confidently.
"What is?" she asked, closing the cover of the book.
Jonas raised his eyebrows for as moment. "The spiders. I have a nightmare about the embarkation room being filled with them, and then it does get filled with them. A little strange, don't you think?"
Sam thought carefully over what to say for a minute, before replying, "There's no way that the two could be related, Jonas. I'm afraid I have to agree with Hammond... it's just a frightening coincidence."
Jonas slumped back in his chair. He didn't believe her, and she knew that from the look on his young face. He had another theory, but she didn't know what that particular theory was.
And she wasn't sure whether or not to ask.
* * *
Jonas looked down at the bandage on his arm, and shuddered. His latest experience had him shaken, and he kept subconsciously checking here and there for legs scurrying. He thought he heard them on more than one occasion, but simply closed his eyes, and then they were gone.
He wanted to go back to PP9-843, the planet where they had lost consciousness. The planet where the chancellor had told them to meet him, only to be trapped in a room and knocked out.
None of it made sense.
The planet in itself had been odd. They were advanced, but not in the way of travel. They used horses, four legged mammals that were common on both that planet, and here on Earth. But in order to have use of the animals, you had to trade something with the keepers. Anything from food to currency was accepted. SG-1 had been forced to part with a week's rations in order to have use of the animals.
O'Neill had protested to the use of the mammals, but the keepers had insisted that the townspeople did not trust anyone who approached on foot. They were seen as thieves, here to take something of value. Word was, if they could not afford a horse, they were up to no good.
And so the keepers had horses set up to use by the Stargate, ready to ride as soon as someone passed through the Gate.
Jonas had never ridden a horse before, but Sam had shown him how, and he had quickly realised it was nowhere near as hard as it looked.
Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, and flipped open Doctor Jackson's notebook, skimming through to see if he could find anything of relevance that would give Jonas an answer of any kind.
He had a long search ahead of him.