**1345 Hours, ICU, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
The Intensive Care Unit was relatively full that day, yet silent, nothing to be heard but the beating feet of Janet, as she examined SG1s X-Rays. Her eyes swept over the images, then, satisfied, she took them down again.
Her legs carried her to the closest intercom phone, her fingers punching in the SGC Room. "Sir, Symbiode Tests came back negative on all of them." –
"Yes, sir, I believe so." – "Anytime, General."
She walked over to Daniel… It would take some time for him to wake from his descended sleep.
Daniel ripped his eyes open, his hand wrapping around the chest of the lady, whilst the other grabbed the edge of the table. He forced Janet overhead, grabbing a Desert Eagle from the table beside him. Janet on the floor, in awe might I add, he immediately spun around to greet the entourage of Military Personnel with their rifles poised at his head. Daniel exhaled and lowered his gun.
Janet pulled herself up. "Dr Jackson, you are alright… Everything is going to be fine." Daniels mouth opened, a wave of sound emptying, the filled voice strong, shouting, screaming desperately. "It won't be ok! He killed her Goddamnit!!"
Janet tried helplessly to restrain the man, in a slow and soft voice. "Ok, Daniel, calm down… Who killed whom? Its going to be alright, just please sit down… You need rest. Everything's going to be fine."
Daniel buried his face in his hands. Then, in a decisive action, he slammed his fist into her cheek, a blow never to forget. Janet lay unconscious on the floor. The Doctor pointed his weapon at her. Again, he exhaled. He could see the two soldiers moving closer, could see their rifles poised to eliminate him. Then, an arching pain spread through his right arm, a needle through the flesh. He flung his arm behind him, the Nurse blown to the side, right before he collapsed.
**1405 Hours, Briefing Room, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
Commander Thor, General Hammond walked crisply into the room, Janet slumped into her chair, holding an icepack onto her nose and cheek.
Jack arched his eyebrows at her sight.
"Please, sit down Commander." General Hammond was all but relaxed.
"The Asgard understand that your reconnaissance Mission has discovered highly important facts over the threat in question. We are wondering whether the human race wishes to share its information."
"That is the case, Commander. He looked over to Private Plus, giving a nod. The room darkened, and the monitor flashed.
Private Plus remained silent, then begun. "According to documents recovered by SG1, the 'Yirgand' are an extremist force of the Islamic Jihad. Mohammad, believed to have led an invasion squad in ancient Middle east, apparently had spread Islam through his conquered territory. Apparently, his squad used the Stargate in Giza to begin its rule over planet earth. However, an alien race, reffered to by the Yirgand as 'Devil Seekers', forced the Yirgand to the outer limits of the universe, onto a planet rich in dynamite, where they were to work as slaves." Private Plus paused, whipping sweat off his face. "2 years ago, Allah, the leader of the Yirgand, found traces of a highly toxic chemical. He launched a rebellion, taking over the entire fleet. He advanced the ships, and revived his army of thousands."
Thor remained intrigued, yet Jack found something wrong with his behaviour.
"The Military might of the alien race is startling. 10,000 prophets, similar to what can be considered a Sergeant when using the USAF ranking system, 10 High Prophets, the leaders, and 100 prophets servants, these including executioners, cooks, etc. The prophets carry 4 daggers with biblical in scripts, and each has a firearm. The firearm is a fully automatic assault rifle, shooting energy rays similar to the Zat'n Kitel pistol, yet, turned around, it has an unlimited supply of highly explosive energy bolts, looking like a Jaffa staff weapon, yet capable to take down a fighter jet."
Jack raised his hand. "Why did they attack us only with their daggers?"
Private Plus sweat, then, stuttering, answered the question. "The entire basis of the religion is to die whilst converting. Taking that to an extreme can be deadly." He paused again, then continued. "Each of them are highly elite, they could take down 8 people at once if necessary. Their hearing is acute, they can hear a trigger pulled. This gives them the advantage to escape of even silenced assaults."
Hammond breathed heavily, Janet mumbled.
"Their main leaders are Allah, who possesses various unknown powers, Mohammad, a quick-witted commander, and Yirgandus, the founder of the army. Yirgandus is believed to have been murdered by Allah."
Private Plus sighed. "That's all we have so far. Questions?"
Jack raised his hand.
The Intensive Care Unit was relatively full that day, yet silent, nothing to be heard but the beating feet of Janet, as she examined SG1s X-Rays. Her eyes swept over the images, then, satisfied, she took them down again.
Her legs carried her to the closest intercom phone, her fingers punching in the SGC Room. "Sir, Symbiode Tests came back negative on all of them." –
"Yes, sir, I believe so." – "Anytime, General."
She walked over to Daniel… It would take some time for him to wake from his descended sleep.
Daniel ripped his eyes open, his hand wrapping around the chest of the lady, whilst the other grabbed the edge of the table. He forced Janet overhead, grabbing a Desert Eagle from the table beside him. Janet on the floor, in awe might I add, he immediately spun around to greet the entourage of Military Personnel with their rifles poised at his head. Daniel exhaled and lowered his gun.
Janet pulled herself up. "Dr Jackson, you are alright… Everything is going to be fine." Daniels mouth opened, a wave of sound emptying, the filled voice strong, shouting, screaming desperately. "It won't be ok! He killed her Goddamnit!!"
Janet tried helplessly to restrain the man, in a slow and soft voice. "Ok, Daniel, calm down… Who killed whom? Its going to be alright, just please sit down… You need rest. Everything's going to be fine."
Daniel buried his face in his hands. Then, in a decisive action, he slammed his fist into her cheek, a blow never to forget. Janet lay unconscious on the floor. The Doctor pointed his weapon at her. Again, he exhaled. He could see the two soldiers moving closer, could see their rifles poised to eliminate him. Then, an arching pain spread through his right arm, a needle through the flesh. He flung his arm behind him, the Nurse blown to the side, right before he collapsed.
**1405 Hours, Briefing Room, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
Commander Thor, General Hammond walked crisply into the room, Janet slumped into her chair, holding an icepack onto her nose and cheek.
Jack arched his eyebrows at her sight.
"Please, sit down Commander." General Hammond was all but relaxed.
"The Asgard understand that your reconnaissance Mission has discovered highly important facts over the threat in question. We are wondering whether the human race wishes to share its information."
"That is the case, Commander. He looked over to Private Plus, giving a nod. The room darkened, and the monitor flashed.
Private Plus remained silent, then begun. "According to documents recovered by SG1, the 'Yirgand' are an extremist force of the Islamic Jihad. Mohammad, believed to have led an invasion squad in ancient Middle east, apparently had spread Islam through his conquered territory. Apparently, his squad used the Stargate in Giza to begin its rule over planet earth. However, an alien race, reffered to by the Yirgand as 'Devil Seekers', forced the Yirgand to the outer limits of the universe, onto a planet rich in dynamite, where they were to work as slaves." Private Plus paused, whipping sweat off his face. "2 years ago, Allah, the leader of the Yirgand, found traces of a highly toxic chemical. He launched a rebellion, taking over the entire fleet. He advanced the ships, and revived his army of thousands."
Thor remained intrigued, yet Jack found something wrong with his behaviour.
"The Military might of the alien race is startling. 10,000 prophets, similar to what can be considered a Sergeant when using the USAF ranking system, 10 High Prophets, the leaders, and 100 prophets servants, these including executioners, cooks, etc. The prophets carry 4 daggers with biblical in scripts, and each has a firearm. The firearm is a fully automatic assault rifle, shooting energy rays similar to the Zat'n Kitel pistol, yet, turned around, it has an unlimited supply of highly explosive energy bolts, looking like a Jaffa staff weapon, yet capable to take down a fighter jet."
Jack raised his hand. "Why did they attack us only with their daggers?"
Private Plus sweat, then, stuttering, answered the question. "The entire basis of the religion is to die whilst converting. Taking that to an extreme can be deadly." He paused again, then continued. "Each of them are highly elite, they could take down 8 people at once if necessary. Their hearing is acute, they can hear a trigger pulled. This gives them the advantage to escape of even silenced assaults."
Hammond breathed heavily, Janet mumbled.
"Their main leaders are Allah, who possesses various unknown powers, Mohammad, a quick-witted commander, and Yirgandus, the founder of the army. Yirgandus is believed to have been murdered by Allah."
Private Plus sighed. "That's all we have so far. Questions?"
Jack raised his hand.