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A/N. so what do you think? The format I have on my computer doesn't upload
onto the site. everything is all squished together.. Anyhows, enjoy, or
laugh or choke or criticize.this one is shorter.
Disclaimer: (sorry, I forgot about that in the first one.) anyhows, I don't own anything. serious, this computer I'm typing on isn't even technically mine (well it is, but my parents paid for it. hehe, I love parents.*evil grin*). This language I'm using. it isn't even mine. some anglo saxon a whole long time ago took a bunch of languages and stuck them together. (I think). Anyway, I hope you get the point. me= own nothing.
1700 hours, Day 5
The conference room was full again, this time, though there were three extra participants. Everyone observed them carefully.
"Are they still who they claim they are?" Olga asked Bradley and Isaac while still keeping her eyes on Jack, Jonas and Teal'c.
` "My symbiote causes no goa'uld to enter my system and control my body, I am free of any mind control. Jonas Quinn and Colonel Jack O'neill have been with me at all times and therefore have not been taken by the goa'ulds, if they had I would sense it. You can trust us."
"Hmm." Olga looked slightly too long at Teal'c. It was obvious that she was curious, but Dr. Ballard had been staring back and forth between Teal'c and Jonas all through the briefing.
:"I'd advise you to not let either of those two get their hands on you." Ramsey said to Jonas and Teal'c.
"We've seen the type," Jack replied, Ramsey smirked.
"Well, Colonel, why are you here?" Frank asked, sitting up in his chair.
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0900 hours, Day 6
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, prepare for a live feed to the oval office." Ramsey bleated proud of himself.
"Gentlemen, I trust you are well, what is your situation?" The president's time delayed question asked.
"Not good Mr. President Sir," Jack said taking over the conversation from Ramsey who had every intention of speaking first to the president. "The damn snakes have taken over the SGC."
"Casualty report?"
"All dead, save six of our own have been turned and Teal'c Jonas and myself are here." He said wryly.
"Mr. President we are requesting permission to back step immediately to counter the attack of the goa'uld." Bradley interjected.
"Sirs, even if I do allow a back step, might you not already be too late? You would have one day to counter an attack that you don't even have a solution for at present time. The goa'uld have been in control for two weeks, even if we go back, it wont make a difference. Don't you think that it would be better to leave out a back step and try and resolve this conflict, gentlemen?" The president's reply came.
"Mr. President, Sir?" Jack bit back the sarcasm that he knew was coming before he began again with the president's attention. "Don't you think that if we sat here on our brains we might not find a solution and by the time we realize that, we may also be too late to save Earth? And prevent the goauld taking over the SGC?"
"Colonel, are you defying me?"
"No, Sir, just an observation." He then added to himself, "You're the boss, make a dumb decision, I don't care."
"I sense something wrong with the president, O'neill."
"Colonel, and Back Step project, I forbid you to back step until you have my authority or you have found absolutely no possible way to remove the goa'uld."
"Uh, excuse me, Sir," Jonas began, "You know, the way that I see it, w-"
"You. Will. Not. Back. Step." The enraged president leaned against the presidential address table in the oval office and glared at the people in the conference room.
"Colonel, if I may point out,"
"Go right ahead, Teal'c." Jack whispered quickly, taken back by the president's actions.
"The president senses like a goa'uld, O'neill."
"Shof'a Teal'c! You are a traitor to Jaffa. When the Goa'uld have ravaged and enslaved this planet you will suffer for the crimes you have committed against your gods. You will pay penitence for your sins!" The president's eyes flashed the tell tale sign that he was a goa'uld.
"Cut the transmission, Nate!" Isaac yelled from his reclining seat at the head of the conference table.
"What in the name of Hitler's communist regime was that?!" Nate Ramsey exploded.
"That was a goauld, Ramsey, what do you think? Not pretty hey?" Jack said.
"Well, gentlemen, and Dr. Vucovich, there is only one thing left to do." Bradley paused and examined the faces of each member in the room, then he began again. "Back step. Any questions?" He said it but he didn't expect any, not addressing the back step anyway.
"Wow, those things can shape shift? I would love to get my hands on one. Mm! Think of the technology we could gleam from it, it could revolutionise the history of science!" Dr. Ballard moved his electronic wheelchair to the center of the room in excitement.
"Dr., they don't shape shift they're like snakes in your head." Jack said frustratedly. Scientists were so naïve sometimes.
"Oh, I don't like snakes. Hmm, well, um, I have just modified the sphere to carry another passenger, but the problem is that the sphere might drop out before the complete seven day back step. But the likelihood is that if it happened it'd only be two or less days short of its target."
"Thank you Dr. Ballard, in this case I think it best that we send Colonel O'neill with Frank." Isaac said.
"Well, when are we going?" Jack got out of his seat and raised his hands into the air expecting a 'go'.
Bradley looked at his watch briefly, "Ten minutes, Colonel." He looked at the personnel in the room waiting for them all to depart to their stations.
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1300 hours, Day 6
"Hold on tight, Sir." Frank turned around and faced Jack. He'd never had to 'fly' with another person in the sphere before. He'd always figured that if he had to it'd be Donovan, not some gruff forty-something Colonel he'd met in a bar once after a mission.
"Thanks. It's Jack by the way."
Another voice came through the headsets. "Main reactor to 100%. Engage!"
All of a sudden, the sphere rocked like a carnival bull ride and Jack felt like he was holding on for dear life. And Sam. Frank clutched the joystick with a fierce voracity that Jack would have found amusing if he wasn't scared out of his wits.
"Well, we're definitely not in Kansas anymore," He managed to say quietly as the green glow of words on the dashboard read back to Day 1.
As suddenly as if began the sphere stopped rattling and fell through the air towards a dry patch of desert.
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A/N. well this seems like a good place to leave it.don't you think? Well what do you think? Give me a review already?!! I can't believe you're even reading this part and making me half beg!! Well? What are you still doing here?. or is this the paranoia my doctor tells me about.? Anyway, review button's in the bottom corner. on the left (so don't be a smart arse) so there.
-kenobi. (I try not to be too abusive. I'm not though am I?)
Disclaimer: (sorry, I forgot about that in the first one.) anyhows, I don't own anything. serious, this computer I'm typing on isn't even technically mine (well it is, but my parents paid for it. hehe, I love parents.*evil grin*). This language I'm using. it isn't even mine. some anglo saxon a whole long time ago took a bunch of languages and stuck them together. (I think). Anyway, I hope you get the point. me= own nothing.
1700 hours, Day 5
The conference room was full again, this time, though there were three extra participants. Everyone observed them carefully.
"Are they still who they claim they are?" Olga asked Bradley and Isaac while still keeping her eyes on Jack, Jonas and Teal'c.
` "My symbiote causes no goa'uld to enter my system and control my body, I am free of any mind control. Jonas Quinn and Colonel Jack O'neill have been with me at all times and therefore have not been taken by the goa'ulds, if they had I would sense it. You can trust us."
"Hmm." Olga looked slightly too long at Teal'c. It was obvious that she was curious, but Dr. Ballard had been staring back and forth between Teal'c and Jonas all through the briefing.
:"I'd advise you to not let either of those two get their hands on you." Ramsey said to Jonas and Teal'c.
"We've seen the type," Jack replied, Ramsey smirked.
"Well, Colonel, why are you here?" Frank asked, sitting up in his chair.
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0900 hours, Day 6
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, prepare for a live feed to the oval office." Ramsey bleated proud of himself.
"Gentlemen, I trust you are well, what is your situation?" The president's time delayed question asked.
"Not good Mr. President Sir," Jack said taking over the conversation from Ramsey who had every intention of speaking first to the president. "The damn snakes have taken over the SGC."
"Casualty report?"
"All dead, save six of our own have been turned and Teal'c Jonas and myself are here." He said wryly.
"Mr. President we are requesting permission to back step immediately to counter the attack of the goa'uld." Bradley interjected.
"Sirs, even if I do allow a back step, might you not already be too late? You would have one day to counter an attack that you don't even have a solution for at present time. The goa'uld have been in control for two weeks, even if we go back, it wont make a difference. Don't you think that it would be better to leave out a back step and try and resolve this conflict, gentlemen?" The president's reply came.
"Mr. President, Sir?" Jack bit back the sarcasm that he knew was coming before he began again with the president's attention. "Don't you think that if we sat here on our brains we might not find a solution and by the time we realize that, we may also be too late to save Earth? And prevent the goauld taking over the SGC?"
"Colonel, are you defying me?"
"No, Sir, just an observation." He then added to himself, "You're the boss, make a dumb decision, I don't care."
"I sense something wrong with the president, O'neill."
"Colonel, and Back Step project, I forbid you to back step until you have my authority or you have found absolutely no possible way to remove the goa'uld."
"Uh, excuse me, Sir," Jonas began, "You know, the way that I see it, w-"
"You. Will. Not. Back. Step." The enraged president leaned against the presidential address table in the oval office and glared at the people in the conference room.
"Colonel, if I may point out,"
"Go right ahead, Teal'c." Jack whispered quickly, taken back by the president's actions.
"The president senses like a goa'uld, O'neill."
"Shof'a Teal'c! You are a traitor to Jaffa. When the Goa'uld have ravaged and enslaved this planet you will suffer for the crimes you have committed against your gods. You will pay penitence for your sins!" The president's eyes flashed the tell tale sign that he was a goa'uld.
"Cut the transmission, Nate!" Isaac yelled from his reclining seat at the head of the conference table.
"What in the name of Hitler's communist regime was that?!" Nate Ramsey exploded.
"That was a goauld, Ramsey, what do you think? Not pretty hey?" Jack said.
"Well, gentlemen, and Dr. Vucovich, there is only one thing left to do." Bradley paused and examined the faces of each member in the room, then he began again. "Back step. Any questions?" He said it but he didn't expect any, not addressing the back step anyway.
"Wow, those things can shape shift? I would love to get my hands on one. Mm! Think of the technology we could gleam from it, it could revolutionise the history of science!" Dr. Ballard moved his electronic wheelchair to the center of the room in excitement.
"Dr., they don't shape shift they're like snakes in your head." Jack said frustratedly. Scientists were so naïve sometimes.
"Oh, I don't like snakes. Hmm, well, um, I have just modified the sphere to carry another passenger, but the problem is that the sphere might drop out before the complete seven day back step. But the likelihood is that if it happened it'd only be two or less days short of its target."
"Thank you Dr. Ballard, in this case I think it best that we send Colonel O'neill with Frank." Isaac said.
"Well, when are we going?" Jack got out of his seat and raised his hands into the air expecting a 'go'.
Bradley looked at his watch briefly, "Ten minutes, Colonel." He looked at the personnel in the room waiting for them all to depart to their stations.
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1300 hours, Day 6
"Hold on tight, Sir." Frank turned around and faced Jack. He'd never had to 'fly' with another person in the sphere before. He'd always figured that if he had to it'd be Donovan, not some gruff forty-something Colonel he'd met in a bar once after a mission.
"Thanks. It's Jack by the way."
Another voice came through the headsets. "Main reactor to 100%. Engage!"
All of a sudden, the sphere rocked like a carnival bull ride and Jack felt like he was holding on for dear life. And Sam. Frank clutched the joystick with a fierce voracity that Jack would have found amusing if he wasn't scared out of his wits.
"Well, we're definitely not in Kansas anymore," He managed to say quietly as the green glow of words on the dashboard read back to Day 1.
As suddenly as if began the sphere stopped rattling and fell through the air towards a dry patch of desert.
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A/N. well this seems like a good place to leave it.don't you think? Well what do you think? Give me a review already?!! I can't believe you're even reading this part and making me half beg!! Well? What are you still doing here?. or is this the paranoia my doctor tells me about.? Anyway, review button's in the bottom corner. on the left (so don't be a smart arse) so there.
-kenobi. (I try not to be too abusive. I'm not though am I?)