Rating: R (I tried to keep it lower, but it just wasn't destined to happen - unlike other things [which are responsible for the rating])
Disclaimer: SG characters are (c) MGM (thankie to Morrigan for that :p). FF8 characters are (c) Squaresoft, original characters are mine – ask nicely and I might let you play with them, s'long's you don't break them...
Warnings: SxS - Yaoi (guyxguy) later - if u don't like, don't read. Character death. Maybe angst (I do like to torture my characters sometimes :p), language (prob nothin u aint heard b4, but still...)
~Chapter Eleven: Stargate!~
"Seventh chevron encoded!" The sergeant called over the noisy rumble of the turning stargate. Down in the gate room Jack, as always, repressed the urge to duck. They were well out of range of the deadly explosion of 'bubbles'. Sam had tried to explain why there was a spike at each end of the gate, something to do with making the pressure the same, but she'd lost him pretty quickly.
He trooped up the ramp, gloomily reflecting that, like as not, this would be another barren planet. The thought that the other gate might be encased in rock had occurred to him, but, along with some technical explanation, Sam had said it was impossible. In effect. Or at least, he hoped she had.
With barely a pause, Jack reached the gate and stepped through. Closely followed by Sam and Daniel.
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Jack stepped out into a semi-circle of assorted weaponry, all pointed at him. "God! I hate it when this happens!" He cursed. Moments later he stumbled forwards as first Sam, then Daniel joined him. The gate closed behind them, and Jack turned to find the rest of the circle. They were surrounded and hopelessly outnumbered.
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The strangers who had appeared didn't speak any language Irvine had ever heard before. He glanced to one side, seeking confirmation from a SeeD he knew was a linguistics expert. Not that there were many languages, just Galbadian - which pretty much everyone spoke - Estharian, Shumi and the long disused Centra. The SeeD shook her head. They weren't speaking any of those languages.
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Daniel stared at the people behind the weapons. None of them was in a uniform - at least, no two were wearing the same - and yet they were acting as a cohesive unit. "They're children..." He realised.
"What?" Jack demanded, turning to face him. Daniel gestured at the group surrounding them.
"There can't be anyone here more than nineteen or twenty." Jack looked again, managing to push his eyes past the eclectic collection of weapons - mainly swords - to the people wielding them. His eyes were drawn to three figures at the back and to one side. One, a man, was dressed like a cowboy, and held a large gun in a loose grip. The other, a woman, was in a uniform of some sort, and had a whip coiled at her side. The third, another man, looked to be a martial artist of sorts, or at least, he couldn't see a weapon.
"Sir..." Jack turned to look at Sam, eyebrows raised in query. "I can't see the dialler anywhere. I think we're stuck here."
"Great." He muttered sarcastically. "Daniel. You're the language guy. Can't you get them talking?"
AN: I can't remember what the, uh, dialler thingy's called. Is it called a dialler? First I thought it was a controller or something, but then I kinda remembered that they dial in and out of places, so I switched to dialler. Just my luck that I haven't been paying enough attention lately...
