*957 Hours, Stargate Room, Cheyenne Mountain Facility*
The eyes of the guards were enflamed, their rifles poised at the Stargate, ready whom- or whatever entered through it. The Iris had malfunctioned the entire day, General Hammond had no way of knowing who dialled it. "Safety off!" All of the soldiers aimed their rifles, new soldiers arrived through the door. "Set up a perimeter in the corridor. Red Alert." The General's voice sounded more nervous, agitated, stressed. "Incoming!" All of the men were ready to shoot. Hammond gave a sigh.
To everyone's relief, out came the Asgard Lord, Commander Thor. "Hold Fire!" The soldiers returned to their position, saluting. "Greetings, humans. I have much to tell, yet little time." General Hammond gave a nod, then spoke slowly. "Briefing room."
*1004 Hours, Briefing Room, Cheyenne Mountain Facility*
"The fighter ship Nirvana, on which your crew was dispatched, released itself of contact with the Asgard high command. We fear that SG1, and Heimdall, have been eliminated by the Yirgand. We send our condolences, yet, ask in this time of grievance that you leave us with more of the metal that you refer to as 'Uranium', so our fleet can be readied." General Hammond exhaled sharply. "We are very sorry for your crew." Thor's sight fell down upon the table. General Hammond picked up the phone. "This is General Hammond, security code 1004h133472. Requiring Nuclear warheads. Quantity 5. Transport through stargate." He smacked the speaker on the holster. "We ask you stay in touch every hour." Hammond's voice sounded very nervous this time, his eyes watering. Commander Thor left.
General Hammond could not sustain the hard pressure of having lost his greatest team. He picked up the telephone. "Mr. President, I think it's time we step into Death-con 3." For a moment, there was silence in the room, except for the mumbling out of the receiver. "Yes, Mr President." - "No I do not think that they'll simply pass us by." - "Yes Mr President." - "Fine. I'm sorry for the interruption" He slammed the phone on the floor. Slowly he buried his face in his hands.
*1019 Hours, Prison Cell, Yirgand Destroyer*
Jack heard footsteps, as he quickly reached for his Dual Desert Eagles. "Teal'c, hide." Teal'c gave a nod, and ducked behind a broken panel. "Daniel?" Daniel looked up, then gave a nod. "C4 ready to be armed." Jack smiled, then gave a nod. The footsteps grew louder, and one could reckon that it wasn't just a lone individual. "Ready?" - "Ready." - "Indeed I am ready."
The door flung open, and two cloaked fighters stood, silently. "Die Humans." They both drew their weapons, ready to fire. Colonel O'Neill and Daniel Jackson, who had remained hidden next to the door, both jumped at the men, O'Neill twisting his enemy's arm. Daniel had it harder. He was slammed on the floor, his white-cloaked mercenary bending forward, nearly breaking his legs. Teal'c sprung up, poising his Jaffa Staff weapon, and firing two shots. The two opponents were weakened, yet not finished off. One poised his gun at Colonel, yet missed as Jack rolled out of the way. Daniel used his rifle to smack a few bullets into both chests, and the executioners were dead on the floor. "This is too easy." Teal'c gave a nod to the Colonel's remark. "I agree. Perhaps he wanted us out of this cell." Daniel shook his head, yet silently mumbling. "It's too easy."
"Let's get Major Carter."
The eyes of the guards were enflamed, their rifles poised at the Stargate, ready whom- or whatever entered through it. The Iris had malfunctioned the entire day, General Hammond had no way of knowing who dialled it. "Safety off!" All of the soldiers aimed their rifles, new soldiers arrived through the door. "Set up a perimeter in the corridor. Red Alert." The General's voice sounded more nervous, agitated, stressed. "Incoming!" All of the men were ready to shoot. Hammond gave a sigh.
To everyone's relief, out came the Asgard Lord, Commander Thor. "Hold Fire!" The soldiers returned to their position, saluting. "Greetings, humans. I have much to tell, yet little time." General Hammond gave a nod, then spoke slowly. "Briefing room."
*1004 Hours, Briefing Room, Cheyenne Mountain Facility*
"The fighter ship Nirvana, on which your crew was dispatched, released itself of contact with the Asgard high command. We fear that SG1, and Heimdall, have been eliminated by the Yirgand. We send our condolences, yet, ask in this time of grievance that you leave us with more of the metal that you refer to as 'Uranium', so our fleet can be readied." General Hammond exhaled sharply. "We are very sorry for your crew." Thor's sight fell down upon the table. General Hammond picked up the phone. "This is General Hammond, security code 1004h133472. Requiring Nuclear warheads. Quantity 5. Transport through stargate." He smacked the speaker on the holster. "We ask you stay in touch every hour." Hammond's voice sounded very nervous this time, his eyes watering. Commander Thor left.
General Hammond could not sustain the hard pressure of having lost his greatest team. He picked up the telephone. "Mr. President, I think it's time we step into Death-con 3." For a moment, there was silence in the room, except for the mumbling out of the receiver. "Yes, Mr President." - "No I do not think that they'll simply pass us by." - "Yes Mr President." - "Fine. I'm sorry for the interruption" He slammed the phone on the floor. Slowly he buried his face in his hands.
*1019 Hours, Prison Cell, Yirgand Destroyer*
Jack heard footsteps, as he quickly reached for his Dual Desert Eagles. "Teal'c, hide." Teal'c gave a nod, and ducked behind a broken panel. "Daniel?" Daniel looked up, then gave a nod. "C4 ready to be armed." Jack smiled, then gave a nod. The footsteps grew louder, and one could reckon that it wasn't just a lone individual. "Ready?" - "Ready." - "Indeed I am ready."
The door flung open, and two cloaked fighters stood, silently. "Die Humans." They both drew their weapons, ready to fire. Colonel O'Neill and Daniel Jackson, who had remained hidden next to the door, both jumped at the men, O'Neill twisting his enemy's arm. Daniel had it harder. He was slammed on the floor, his white-cloaked mercenary bending forward, nearly breaking his legs. Teal'c sprung up, poising his Jaffa Staff weapon, and firing two shots. The two opponents were weakened, yet not finished off. One poised his gun at Colonel, yet missed as Jack rolled out of the way. Daniel used his rifle to smack a few bullets into both chests, and the executioners were dead on the floor. "This is too easy." Teal'c gave a nod to the Colonel's remark. "I agree. Perhaps he wanted us out of this cell." Daniel shook his head, yet silently mumbling. "It's too easy."
"Let's get Major Carter."