The Report, part 8

The gate spat them out at the other end.

"So this is another planet?" Clark looked round, "Looks like Canada.

"Man I feel cold!" Chavez shivered.

Carter nodded, "Don't worry, you'll get over it."

"We must hurry before someone comes to investigate." Freya looked round.

O'Neill nodded, "Ok; Teal'c, take point. Carter, you got our back. Rest of you with me." He looked at Clark, "If that's ok with you, sir."

"It's your mission Colonel; we're just hear to observe." Cark nodded, "Although, I might suggest Ding goes with Teal'c: he's an accomplished scout."

O'Neill nodded, and the Hispanic Major moved up ahead with the former Jaffa.

The trail through the woods led them through an area covered with low hills, forcing them to take extra care on blind corners. At one point, Chavez raised his hand, and motioned to the side of the road. Every one dived into the undergrowth as a pair of Death-Gliders passed overhead.

O'Neill watched them as they headed towards the Stargate, "They must have been sent to see what was going on. We must be close to Osiris' base. Talk about someone I'd rather not meet again."

Clark looked over, "I take it she doesn't like you."

"The host, Sarah Gardner, was an old friend of Daniel Jackson. She was taken when she opened a jar containing Osiris: he'd been locked away by another Goa'uld named Seth, and left on Earth for thousands of years, kept in a kind of suspended animation. Isis, his consort died, but Osiris was able to get to a ship buried in Egypt and escaped. Daniel felt like it was his fault, but he was never to know."

Clark was about to respond when the air was filled by the crack of a discharging staff-weapon, followed by the louder boom of Teal'c' cannon, and the low rattle of Chavez's P90.

O'Neill turned to the General, "Keep an eye on Freya. Carter, Jonas, with me!" He ran forward, the other two members of SG1 following close behind.

Clark pushed Freya back into the bushes as the sound of battle increased, keeping her behind him as he raised his own P90. He looked at the Tok'ra, and then at her Zat, "You know how to use that thing?"

"Theoretically, yes." Freya nodded.

Clark pulled it from its holster and handed it to her, "Then theoretically watch out for anyone approaching from behind."

Chavez was laid flat on his chest, his P90 held tight against his shoulder as he carefully took aim at the next Jaffa, and he fired a burst of SS190 steel jacketed rounds, killing the other man instantly. He vaguely took notice as Carter landed beside him, her own P90 rattling of a long stream of rounds, knocking two Jaffa down, but mainly hitting thin air. Three more here catapulted through the air by a blast from the cannon Teal'c had taken from a crashed Death-glider on P7S-441.

They appeared to be winning the fight, but one of the Jaffa managed to throw a shock grenade, and it landed next to O'Neill. He tried to dive out of the way, but it went off before he could shout a waning, rendering the five of them unconscious.

Clark was hopeful when the firing stopped, but this ended when the deep voices of the Jaffa carried round the corner. He tentatively took a step forwards, but a pair of Jaffa rounded the corner, staff weapons out and ready. Clark instinctively pulled the trigger on his P90, downing the two men in a hail of bullets. He ran back as the sound of running feet and angry voices filled the air. He grabbed Freya's arm and ran into the woods, trying to put as much distance between them and the enemy as possible.

Energy blasts from several staff weapons shot past them, impacting against the tress that shielded their escape. Clark saw a dark shape fly through the air towards them, and his instincts screamed grenade. He pushed Freya through a clump of bushes and into thin air above a ravine as the grenade went off.

To Be Continued…