Chapter 12: New Tollana
Penhall stepped out of the Tel'tac and onto the remains of new Tollana's primary city with a curse. The place had pretty much been levelled, and whilst plants were starting to grow within the ruins, he saw no sign of survivors. Nor had any of the ion cannons survive, which was a real pity. They could have used those, even if they couldn't reverse engineer them. He turned around with a sigh to the SG teams, some of Enerina's Jaffa would have speeded up the search enormously, but any surviving Tollans would really have gone to ground if they saw Jaffa wondering around.
"All right people, you know what to do, spread out"
As Penhall moved through the rubble, he gained the feeling that he was being watched. He looked around cautiously, but saw no-one. He looked closely at the ruined overhead walkway to his left, and then to the stagnant water to his right, nothing, but in front… he stiffened, and moved quickly forward, stopping and bending to look closer at the ground.
"Someone else is here people! I have a fire, been put out but still hot" he flicked his radio off, and glanced around again. He was being watched, he was sure of it, but where from?
"I am Major Penhall, StarGate Command Team 2, is anyone here?" he shouted into the wind.
He waited, but there was no reply, he tried again but still no response. Sighing he turned to leave just as a clatter of falling rubble alerted him to his watchers. Standing on the rubble of the overhead walkway were about 35 individuals in bedraggled and ruined clothes, the once proud and strong Tollan people reduced to primitives, eking out their survival as best as they could with what little of their technology and knowledge that survived.
"I am Narim, is SG-1 here?"
"Back at the SGC, SG-2 and 5 are here"
Narim turned to his fellow Tollans, "I told you they would come, even if it took them time, they would come for us"
He turned back to Penhall, "We must leave this place, Anubis sends Jaffa to check for survivors at irregular intervals, he will be back"
"Shit!" Penhall cursed, "How many of you are their?"
"32 with me, another 46 somewhere further to the east, that's it"
"Penhall to SG-5, sweep east, roughly 46 survivors in that area, I have 33 here" he clicked the radio off, and turned back to Narim, "We have Ha'tak and a Tel'tac we picked up at Chi'hin'zi, but space will be tight, we have 143 Jaffa and a friendly Goa'uld with us as well, so just grab what you can, I'll call the Ha'tak down now"
'78 survivors out of near enough a million people, Jesus' Penhall thought as he keyed his radio again.
