**1300 Hours, Medical Bay, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
Hectic shouting. Lights flashing. Beeping. The crew was placed on their belly, Janet's team doing all they can to quickly pull out the daggers. "We need 4 millilitres of Hydrogen-Peroxide on their back. Start the IV." Continued muttering suppressed Janet's voice. She hurried outside to General Hammond. Her face was splattered with blood. "Carter is hit hardest. I don't know what she did, but her blood pressure is losing it." Hammond sighed, yet nodded. "Do what you can do." A steady tone interrupted everyone, the shrill alarm going off. "Code blue!" "Start CPR... Are all the daggers removed?" A quiet intern answered slowly: "Removed yet... Not dressed." Janet turned Carter over. "Defillibrate!"
Carter's body launched upwards, the heartbeat monitor showing a faint, yet noted heartbeat. "Start CPR! Get more fluids!"
The doctors gathered around the Major did not notice Jack's opening eyes. Flash. The prophets. The daggers. The stargate. The stun. The pain arching through his back. All made sense in the sheer madness. He remembered Major Carter.. He remembered her disc. "The disc!" He lifted himself upwards, running towards Sam's belongings. He got out the two disc, and the Zat'n Kitel Pistol. His feet slammed the floor as he ran forth.
**1317 Hours, Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
Jack was not greeted with a simple 'Hello'. "Jack!" General Hammond raised his PPK. The guards had their rifles poised. "It's me goddamnit!" "We can't risk another symbiode."
"Look. Take X-rays of me, search my entire body clean, I don't care. Just as long as you look at these discs." "What are they?"
"Major Carter downloaded these from the Yirgand Computer. They should be decoded by now." General Hammond nodded.
"Disable and confine him. Airman, set up a private network and scan the disc." The Airman saluted.
Jack had a gun slammed into his temple. He was dragged out.
**1334 Hours, Stargate Room, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
The Alarm set the mood for another hectic hour. The stargate was activated.
"Incoming Transmission: Asgard." "Put it up."
Commander Thor's face could be seen on the televised act. "This message is for all our allies. The Yirgand ship has picked up pace, and has set their course for Earth. It will arrive in approximately 12 hours. All allies are urged to participate in the final defence before our home planet falls under attack. Furthermore, we plead that anyone with continued information on this threat to the very survival of the protected planets, please forward this information immediately. I thank you."
The Event horizon disintegrated.
**1335 Hours, Confinement Room, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
Green. Red. Blue. White. Black. Grey. Beige. Noir. Rouge. Verde. Français. English. Hello. Bonjour. Microwave. Oven. Ovals. Hills. Mountains. Valleys. Boots. Pants. Gun. Floor. His head hurt.
Slowly. Piece by peace, he regained consciousness, slowly, very slowly, he got back control of his body. The muscles flexed. "Private Heretus. Orders to Confine Colonel Jack O'Neill for potential Symbiode interference." He could hear another voice. "Checkpoint Passed. Proceed."
He was dropped in the middle of the room. The door closed behind him. And behind him closed his eyes, his mind, his body. Spirit closed. He was alone. Alone with his thoughts, alone with his mentality. Programmed to obey. But when the fire lit the torch of his soul, he did not obey. He did what was just and right. He questioned himself.
Hectic shouting. Lights flashing. Beeping. The crew was placed on their belly, Janet's team doing all they can to quickly pull out the daggers. "We need 4 millilitres of Hydrogen-Peroxide on their back. Start the IV." Continued muttering suppressed Janet's voice. She hurried outside to General Hammond. Her face was splattered with blood. "Carter is hit hardest. I don't know what she did, but her blood pressure is losing it." Hammond sighed, yet nodded. "Do what you can do." A steady tone interrupted everyone, the shrill alarm going off. "Code blue!" "Start CPR... Are all the daggers removed?" A quiet intern answered slowly: "Removed yet... Not dressed." Janet turned Carter over. "Defillibrate!"
Carter's body launched upwards, the heartbeat monitor showing a faint, yet noted heartbeat. "Start CPR! Get more fluids!"
The doctors gathered around the Major did not notice Jack's opening eyes. Flash. The prophets. The daggers. The stargate. The stun. The pain arching through his back. All made sense in the sheer madness. He remembered Major Carter.. He remembered her disc. "The disc!" He lifted himself upwards, running towards Sam's belongings. He got out the two disc, and the Zat'n Kitel Pistol. His feet slammed the floor as he ran forth.
**1317 Hours, Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
Jack was not greeted with a simple 'Hello'. "Jack!" General Hammond raised his PPK. The guards had their rifles poised. "It's me goddamnit!" "We can't risk another symbiode."
"Look. Take X-rays of me, search my entire body clean, I don't care. Just as long as you look at these discs." "What are they?"
"Major Carter downloaded these from the Yirgand Computer. They should be decoded by now." General Hammond nodded.
"Disable and confine him. Airman, set up a private network and scan the disc." The Airman saluted.
Jack had a gun slammed into his temple. He was dragged out.
**1334 Hours, Stargate Room, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
The Alarm set the mood for another hectic hour. The stargate was activated.
"Incoming Transmission: Asgard." "Put it up."
Commander Thor's face could be seen on the televised act. "This message is for all our allies. The Yirgand ship has picked up pace, and has set their course for Earth. It will arrive in approximately 12 hours. All allies are urged to participate in the final defence before our home planet falls under attack. Furthermore, we plead that anyone with continued information on this threat to the very survival of the protected planets, please forward this information immediately. I thank you."
The Event horizon disintegrated.
**1335 Hours, Confinement Room, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
Green. Red. Blue. White. Black. Grey. Beige. Noir. Rouge. Verde. Français. English. Hello. Bonjour. Microwave. Oven. Ovals. Hills. Mountains. Valleys. Boots. Pants. Gun. Floor. His head hurt.
Slowly. Piece by peace, he regained consciousness, slowly, very slowly, he got back control of his body. The muscles flexed. "Private Heretus. Orders to Confine Colonel Jack O'Neill for potential Symbiode interference." He could hear another voice. "Checkpoint Passed. Proceed."
He was dropped in the middle of the room. The door closed behind him. And behind him closed his eyes, his mind, his body. Spirit closed. He was alone. Alone with his thoughts, alone with his mentality. Programmed to obey. But when the fire lit the torch of his soul, he did not obey. He did what was just and right. He questioned himself.