General Hammond was sitting in his office, looking over the information SG-
1 had brought back from their most recent travels from P9X-989.
A signal rang out through the base. Men readied themselves in the gate room. General Hammond hurried to the control room.
"Incoming travellers sir. It's the Tok'ra," the man there told him.
"Open the iris then," ordered Hammond before heading down to the gate room himself.
Jacob Carter walked through the gate and onto the platform. He walked down it as the soldiers lowered their weapons.
"Jacob, it's good to see you again. What can I help you with?" the general told him with a smile.
"Always good to see Earth and everybody here again. But that's not the reason I came George this time. Or any other time for that matter. The Tok'ra need your assistance with a current project we've undertaken. Something my daughter and her friends could easily help us with," Jacob told him as they headed towards the briefing room.
"SG1 is offworld right now. What is this project? Anything anybody else here can help with?" replied Hammond as they walked down the hallway.
"Actually, all of you would be doing us a favour. I'm asking that Sam help us out in the field. It's the transportation of an entire civilization. Approximately 5,000 in population. About half is already with us on the Tok'ra homeworld. What we're asking of you is that some come here temporarily as we get them off their current planet to the new one," Jacob explained as they walked into the room.
Hammond stopped dead in his tracks, letting Jacob walk a bit further before he stopped himself. The Tok'ra was very confused by this gesture.
"What? What did I say?" he asked, arms out.
"This planet you're refering to. Would it happen to be called Amarala?" the general asked him, startled.
"Yes, it is. Why do you ask this?" Jacob replied, slightly confused.
"Major Carter and the rest of SG1 are there right now to learn more about them," Hammond replied, obviously in shock.
"You've got to be kidding me," Jacob groaned.
"Why? What's the matter with that? What's wrong Jacob?" wondered Hammond, narrowing his eyes.
"George, you don't understand these people. Nobody here on this planet or even in this facility truly understands them besides me. They're isolated and they don't trust other species very easily. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't allow you to go back," he replied with a shake of his head. "Besides, the animals there are more dangerous than any you can find here."
"Really? This is news to me. Would you mind telling me why we might not be able to go back to that planet?" Hammond said.
"You know how Jack acts. You know his feelings towards advanced cultures. They might not show it, but the Lights are just as advanced we are in everything. Weaponry, health, space travel. We managed to show them that we are not the Goa'uld and we wanted to help them in the fight. I tell you if Jack does something to irritate them, and I mean really irritate them, God help you all," Jacob explained to him with a deep sigh. "Besides, Teal'c is a threat all in itself just by being a Jaffa."
General Hammond was stunned. He was almost afraid to ask the next question.
"What about these animals you spoke of?" he reluctanly asked.
"All that I can tell you right now is if any of SG1 got bit by one of the charsts, pray that they live throughout the night," Jacob replied with dead seriousness.
Hammond could only stand there with the look that spoke of his worst fears.
TBC...
A signal rang out through the base. Men readied themselves in the gate room. General Hammond hurried to the control room.
"Incoming travellers sir. It's the Tok'ra," the man there told him.
"Open the iris then," ordered Hammond before heading down to the gate room himself.
Jacob Carter walked through the gate and onto the platform. He walked down it as the soldiers lowered their weapons.
"Jacob, it's good to see you again. What can I help you with?" the general told him with a smile.
"Always good to see Earth and everybody here again. But that's not the reason I came George this time. Or any other time for that matter. The Tok'ra need your assistance with a current project we've undertaken. Something my daughter and her friends could easily help us with," Jacob told him as they headed towards the briefing room.
"SG1 is offworld right now. What is this project? Anything anybody else here can help with?" replied Hammond as they walked down the hallway.
"Actually, all of you would be doing us a favour. I'm asking that Sam help us out in the field. It's the transportation of an entire civilization. Approximately 5,000 in population. About half is already with us on the Tok'ra homeworld. What we're asking of you is that some come here temporarily as we get them off their current planet to the new one," Jacob explained as they walked into the room.
Hammond stopped dead in his tracks, letting Jacob walk a bit further before he stopped himself. The Tok'ra was very confused by this gesture.
"What? What did I say?" he asked, arms out.
"This planet you're refering to. Would it happen to be called Amarala?" the general asked him, startled.
"Yes, it is. Why do you ask this?" Jacob replied, slightly confused.
"Major Carter and the rest of SG1 are there right now to learn more about them," Hammond replied, obviously in shock.
"You've got to be kidding me," Jacob groaned.
"Why? What's the matter with that? What's wrong Jacob?" wondered Hammond, narrowing his eyes.
"George, you don't understand these people. Nobody here on this planet or even in this facility truly understands them besides me. They're isolated and they don't trust other species very easily. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't allow you to go back," he replied with a shake of his head. "Besides, the animals there are more dangerous than any you can find here."
"Really? This is news to me. Would you mind telling me why we might not be able to go back to that planet?" Hammond said.
"You know how Jack acts. You know his feelings towards advanced cultures. They might not show it, but the Lights are just as advanced we are in everything. Weaponry, health, space travel. We managed to show them that we are not the Goa'uld and we wanted to help them in the fight. I tell you if Jack does something to irritate them, and I mean really irritate them, God help you all," Jacob explained to him with a deep sigh. "Besides, Teal'c is a threat all in itself just by being a Jaffa."
General Hammond was stunned. He was almost afraid to ask the next question.
"What about these animals you spoke of?" he reluctanly asked.
"All that I can tell you right now is if any of SG1 got bit by one of the charsts, pray that they live throughout the night," Jacob replied with dead seriousness.
Hammond could only stand there with the look that spoke of his worst fears.
TBC...