When General Hammond walked onto the gateroom, he blinked in shock. In the center of the room stood a beautiful woman with an arrogant sneer on her face. Her hair was dark and braided, with beads to fix the ends and a golden band with a cat's head encircled her head. She wore the elegant linen robe, jeweled collar and makeup of an ancient Egyptian, and there was a Goa'uld hand device on her arm.

She turned to glare at Hammond. He almost gasped when her eyes flared with the familiar white light of the Goa'uld. "Jaffa!" she yelled in a disembodied voice. "Kree!"

At her words, four men raced towards her. All wore a flowing linen robe and Egyptian-style makeup, carried a staff weapon and wore the tattoo of Jaffa on their forehead. As Hammond watched, they charged their weapons and stood in front of the woman.

General Hammond felt the Marines on duty tense behind him. There was the echoing and ominous click of magazines sliding home, and safety catches being removed. Then Hammond heard a human and very familiar laugh.

"Hey! If we can fool you, then we should be able to fool a few Goa'uld." Catherine said.

At her words, the four Jaffa broke into smiles and one laughed. The discharged their staff weapons and looked at the General. The General looked back, both eyebrows raised.

"Dr. Jackson?" he asked.

One of the men looked at him inquiringly. "Which one?" he asked.

"Catherine."

"Yes, General?" Catherine asked.

The General just shook his head. "Where are Major Carter and Colonel Fraiser?" he asked.

"Right here." Said a voice to his left.

The General turned to see two women, who wore the same clothing and makeup as Catherine, except without the jewelry.

"I take it you are ready to go?" Hammond asked.

"Ready as we'll ever be." Muttered one of the Jaffa.

General Hammond turned and nodded at Sergeant Davis in the room above the gate. "Dialing now." He said over the microphone.

General Hammond looked at all of them, as the first chevron locked in. "Chevron One, locked." Said Sergeant Davis.

"Well, Good Luck." Hammond said.

"Thanks, sir." Said one of the Jaffa, sounding suspiciously like Jack's dry tone.

"Chevron Two, locked."

Cassandra looked at Catherine. "All right, let's go."

"Chevron Three, locked."

Catherine turned and walked to the base of the ramp, where she turned back and took a final glance of the SGC.

"Chevron Four, locked."

Jack and Rya'c walked up to Catherine, while Sam, Cassandra, Daniel and Scott took up there places behind her.

"Chevron Five, locked."

Cassandra reached over and grabbed Catherine's hand. "We'll be fine." She whispered.

"Chevron Six, locked."

The words echoed around the gateroom.

"Chevron Seven, locked."

Everyone watched the cloud of blue rush towards them, as the stargate engaged. "Off we go, kids." Jack said.

Walking carefully in front, Jack, Teal'c and Rya'c advanced up the ramp, their weapons in front of them. Behind them, Catherine walked carefully, and was followed by Sam, Cassandra, Daniel, Scott and Jacob. General Hammond watched them all disappear into the gate, before the gate shut down.

* * *

The group exited the gate on a small dusty planet. Heat from the twin suns baked down on them. Catherine went to the DHD as soon as Teal'c, Jack and Rya'c fanned out in front of her. She quickly dialed another address and watched the wormhole engage.

"Off we go again!" muttered Scott.

* * *

This time, the planet was dense and green when they exited. The air was damp and thick, and the bugs swarmed around them as soon as the gate disappeared.

"Let's hurry up and get out of here!" Jacob said, watching the bugs.

"Definitely." Cassandra agreed.

Once again Catherine walked over to the DHD and dialed another address. "This is it." She called.

Jack took a deep breath and looked at Jacob. "Here we go, then." He said, and walked through the gate.

Everyone followed, with Teal'c and Jacob at the rear. "I hope this works." Jacob muttered.