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that.
Thanks in advance for glancing in the direction of my story. I'm hoping for reviews. I'll keep going, putting up new chapters as often as I can. I'll go faster if people tell me they like it. ^_^
An idea as to who the Furlings are and what happened to them. SG-1 get an up close and personal look at these ancient creatures.
Furlings: Give Life
When O'Neill hit the bottom of the hole he quickly got his back up against the side opposite the creature and aimed his P-90 at the beast. Using one clawed hand, the beast brushed the nozzle of the P-90 away from him and offered up his other hand in a submissive posture. The two locked eyes but made no other aggressive moves against each other. Being so different in appearance it was no wonder the two stared, awestruck, at each other.
A volley of staff blasts rang out above their heads and the two in the hole shielded themselves from the raining debris. When the air was clear, the beast looked up at the colonel. He moved his mouth many times as if to try to speak, before finally managing to utter anything comprehensible to the colonel.
"Cover...me..." The beast growled in barely understandable English. The voice echoed of growls and to simply make out those two words took some time for the colonel. The two held each other's gazes for a moment before the colonel realized he had no real choice.
"Go!" O'Neill shouted over the constant sound of blasts. The beast sprang from the hole like a streak of blue fur. The colonel grabbed his radio and barked out some orders to his team. "Cover the blue guy!" He stood up and laid down cover fire as he saw the beast quickly advancing on the Jaffa. O'Neill duck to avoid some blasts and stood back up to see a dozen Jaffa littering the ground. The firing momentarily stopped and the entire SG team took that as a sign to advance. They sprinted to the gate. On the way, O'Neill searched the battlefield for the blue beast but couldn't see him.
With only four Jaffa left at the gate, the SG team secured the location and Daniel began dialing home. O'Neill and Teal'c provided cover fire using the Stargate for protection and Carter guarded Daniel. Daniel encoded the sixth chevron when a blast rocked the DHD. Carter and Daniel were thrown to the ground toward the gate. O'Neill and Teal'c left their covered positions and headed for the two. Teal'c scooped up the semiconscious Daniel Jackson and as O'Neill approached Carter she stood up and headed back to the DHD to input the last chevron.
The staff blasts halted for a second, and in the calm air, Carter looked toward her commanding officer. "Somethings wrong." She said as she engaged the gate. The instant the event horizon formed, a barrage of Zat blasts exploded from the trees, hitting both the major and the colonel, sending them both sprawling to the ground.
After the pain subsided, O'Neill stood up to see another flash of blue in the distance and the shooting began to ebb again. Teal'c provided cover as Daniel sent the GDO code through the gate and proceeded to go through himself. Then, seeing Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill heading toward the gate, Teal'c went through himself.
Just the two of them left, O'Neill and Carter sprinted for the open gate. Carter was just a few steps behind him when time slowed to a crawl as the events took place. A bright light signaled the Zats in the trees. An unsure sidestep put the colonel out of the way but as he glanced over his shoulder, he noticed his partner was not so lucky. As her knees gave way a look of sheer disbelief encompassed her face. Then she collapsed to the ground as the colonel brought himself to a dead stop and turned back for his fallen partner.
From out of nowhere, the beast returned. He and O'Neill reached the fallen soldier at the same time, both hoisted her up and rushed toward the gate. A few seconds later, the familiar cold feeling of gate travel washed over the colonel. He savored the moment of total calm mixed with the chaos of the journey until his five senses returned and he found himself back home.
The Iris locked behind the three and O'Neill, now supporting the entire weight of his friend, hobbled down the ramp to where his team helped him with her. They laid her gently on the cold concrete floor.
"Medic!" The colonel called as he laid her down. Chaos followed as Dr. Fraiser rushed into the gate room to tend the injured woman. The doctor approached and knelt down beside her. She felt for a pulse.
As an afterthought, O'Neill glance back to where the beast stood, unmoving at the top of the ramp. Every gun in the room was trained on him, but he looked totally calm. He barely breathed, only stared toward the scene unfolding in front of him, or what O'Neill could only assume was a him.
"No pulse!" Fraiser announced. "Let's get her to the infirmary! Have the paddles ready!" The doctor bent to lift her friend with the help of a few military officers.
The colonel only stared, unable to think in this situation. When it was his life on the line, he was flawless, perfect and coolheaded. When it was someone he cared about, he lost all sensibility. His thoughts were broken by a sound behind him only he heard.
"Let me help her." Came the same growl as before.
Shocked, the colonel turned and locked eyes with the blue biped. "Can you?"
"If its not too late."
The colonel had no idea why, but for some reason he felt this stranger could help. "General, he can help." The colonel said in a commanding voice that didn't match his emotional state.
"Colonel?" General Hammond inquired.
"She's gone. There's nothing we can do..." Fraiser sighed beside the stretcher.
"It must be now!" Came a sharper growl.
"Let him try." There was a pause after the colonel spoke. In any normal situation, it would not have been because it was so short but here, in this hectic state, it felt like an eternity.
"Do it." The general ordered.
The blue beast began to walk down the ramp, each step accompanied by the click of claws against the metal of the inclined plane. He took it slow, knowing in this situation, men were tense, any wrong move and they could end his life. Using the extra joint below his knee that bent backwards, he bent down and knelt beside the lifeless body of Major Carter. He placed his left three fingered, clawed hand on her closest shoulder and closed his eyes. His tail laid motionless behind him as he remained in deep thought. Finally he opened his eyes and brought his right hand up to his chest. Making a loose fist, he closed his eyes again and began to mouth inaudible words. When his fist was surrounded with an aura of light green, some soldiers gasped, everyone else's breath caught in their throats. He placed the glowing hand over Carter's heart and whispered again. The green disappeared from his hand but other then that, nothing changed, Carter did not stir.
The beast opened his eyes and looked at the body. He then whispered a string of low growls and snarls that the humans could only guess was a language. He again saw no movement. The beast appeared angry. He repeated the string of snarls loudly and many echoed throughout the silent room. Then there was a gasp.
Carter rolled onto her side and began coughing uncontrollably. Fraiser, who had watched it all with tears welling up in her eyes regained her senses and rushed to the major's aid. The chaos returned as Daniel accompanied the stretcher with Major Carter on it out of the gate room. Fraiser, totally baffled followed close behind.
Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c were approached by General Hammond. "What in the hell just happened? And who is he?" He said as he motioned to the blue figure still crouched at the bottom of the ramp.
"Don't rightly know sir. As to what happened, we were ambushed." The colonel said in a rather cheery tone. With Carter safe, everything seemed fine again.
"Who are you?" The general asked the beast. The beast didn't stir, it's tail didn't even flinch. The long silver fur that covered his head like hair was perfectly still in the quiet room, showing the beast that wore it made no movement at all, almost like a living death.
"Are you OK?" The colonel asked, taking a small step toward the beast.
"Yes." Came a response laced in a growl. The figure stood up to his full height. He was just shorter than Teal'c, but with a much thinner build. He had fur that matched the silver hair on his head, on his wrists and ankles as well. Other then that, his whole body was a soft blue color. He wore a garment that could be considered pants, if you really used your imagination, and a light, loosely hanging open vest, both were a calming darker blue. He stretched a few joints and swatted at the air with the tuft of silver at the end of his tail before continuing. "It takes a lot out of me."
"Who are you?" The colonel asked, in a very friendly tone.
"My name is Kazak." He answered after three attempts. English was a hard language, made harder by the range of his vocal cords. When his answer of a name brought no expression to the face's of the humans, he added more to his answer. "I am a Furling." At the sound of his own species' name in their tongue he smiled. Also he smiled because of the shocked expressions now seen on the others' faces.
Thanks in advance for glancing in the direction of my story. I'm hoping for reviews. I'll keep going, putting up new chapters as often as I can. I'll go faster if people tell me they like it. ^_^
An idea as to who the Furlings are and what happened to them. SG-1 get an up close and personal look at these ancient creatures.
Furlings: Give Life
When O'Neill hit the bottom of the hole he quickly got his back up against the side opposite the creature and aimed his P-90 at the beast. Using one clawed hand, the beast brushed the nozzle of the P-90 away from him and offered up his other hand in a submissive posture. The two locked eyes but made no other aggressive moves against each other. Being so different in appearance it was no wonder the two stared, awestruck, at each other.
A volley of staff blasts rang out above their heads and the two in the hole shielded themselves from the raining debris. When the air was clear, the beast looked up at the colonel. He moved his mouth many times as if to try to speak, before finally managing to utter anything comprehensible to the colonel.
"Cover...me..." The beast growled in barely understandable English. The voice echoed of growls and to simply make out those two words took some time for the colonel. The two held each other's gazes for a moment before the colonel realized he had no real choice.
"Go!" O'Neill shouted over the constant sound of blasts. The beast sprang from the hole like a streak of blue fur. The colonel grabbed his radio and barked out some orders to his team. "Cover the blue guy!" He stood up and laid down cover fire as he saw the beast quickly advancing on the Jaffa. O'Neill duck to avoid some blasts and stood back up to see a dozen Jaffa littering the ground. The firing momentarily stopped and the entire SG team took that as a sign to advance. They sprinted to the gate. On the way, O'Neill searched the battlefield for the blue beast but couldn't see him.
With only four Jaffa left at the gate, the SG team secured the location and Daniel began dialing home. O'Neill and Teal'c provided cover fire using the Stargate for protection and Carter guarded Daniel. Daniel encoded the sixth chevron when a blast rocked the DHD. Carter and Daniel were thrown to the ground toward the gate. O'Neill and Teal'c left their covered positions and headed for the two. Teal'c scooped up the semiconscious Daniel Jackson and as O'Neill approached Carter she stood up and headed back to the DHD to input the last chevron.
The staff blasts halted for a second, and in the calm air, Carter looked toward her commanding officer. "Somethings wrong." She said as she engaged the gate. The instant the event horizon formed, a barrage of Zat blasts exploded from the trees, hitting both the major and the colonel, sending them both sprawling to the ground.
After the pain subsided, O'Neill stood up to see another flash of blue in the distance and the shooting began to ebb again. Teal'c provided cover as Daniel sent the GDO code through the gate and proceeded to go through himself. Then, seeing Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill heading toward the gate, Teal'c went through himself.
Just the two of them left, O'Neill and Carter sprinted for the open gate. Carter was just a few steps behind him when time slowed to a crawl as the events took place. A bright light signaled the Zats in the trees. An unsure sidestep put the colonel out of the way but as he glanced over his shoulder, he noticed his partner was not so lucky. As her knees gave way a look of sheer disbelief encompassed her face. Then she collapsed to the ground as the colonel brought himself to a dead stop and turned back for his fallen partner.
From out of nowhere, the beast returned. He and O'Neill reached the fallen soldier at the same time, both hoisted her up and rushed toward the gate. A few seconds later, the familiar cold feeling of gate travel washed over the colonel. He savored the moment of total calm mixed with the chaos of the journey until his five senses returned and he found himself back home.
The Iris locked behind the three and O'Neill, now supporting the entire weight of his friend, hobbled down the ramp to where his team helped him with her. They laid her gently on the cold concrete floor.
"Medic!" The colonel called as he laid her down. Chaos followed as Dr. Fraiser rushed into the gate room to tend the injured woman. The doctor approached and knelt down beside her. She felt for a pulse.
As an afterthought, O'Neill glance back to where the beast stood, unmoving at the top of the ramp. Every gun in the room was trained on him, but he looked totally calm. He barely breathed, only stared toward the scene unfolding in front of him, or what O'Neill could only assume was a him.
"No pulse!" Fraiser announced. "Let's get her to the infirmary! Have the paddles ready!" The doctor bent to lift her friend with the help of a few military officers.
The colonel only stared, unable to think in this situation. When it was his life on the line, he was flawless, perfect and coolheaded. When it was someone he cared about, he lost all sensibility. His thoughts were broken by a sound behind him only he heard.
"Let me help her." Came the same growl as before.
Shocked, the colonel turned and locked eyes with the blue biped. "Can you?"
"If its not too late."
The colonel had no idea why, but for some reason he felt this stranger could help. "General, he can help." The colonel said in a commanding voice that didn't match his emotional state.
"Colonel?" General Hammond inquired.
"She's gone. There's nothing we can do..." Fraiser sighed beside the stretcher.
"It must be now!" Came a sharper growl.
"Let him try." There was a pause after the colonel spoke. In any normal situation, it would not have been because it was so short but here, in this hectic state, it felt like an eternity.
"Do it." The general ordered.
The blue beast began to walk down the ramp, each step accompanied by the click of claws against the metal of the inclined plane. He took it slow, knowing in this situation, men were tense, any wrong move and they could end his life. Using the extra joint below his knee that bent backwards, he bent down and knelt beside the lifeless body of Major Carter. He placed his left three fingered, clawed hand on her closest shoulder and closed his eyes. His tail laid motionless behind him as he remained in deep thought. Finally he opened his eyes and brought his right hand up to his chest. Making a loose fist, he closed his eyes again and began to mouth inaudible words. When his fist was surrounded with an aura of light green, some soldiers gasped, everyone else's breath caught in their throats. He placed the glowing hand over Carter's heart and whispered again. The green disappeared from his hand but other then that, nothing changed, Carter did not stir.
The beast opened his eyes and looked at the body. He then whispered a string of low growls and snarls that the humans could only guess was a language. He again saw no movement. The beast appeared angry. He repeated the string of snarls loudly and many echoed throughout the silent room. Then there was a gasp.
Carter rolled onto her side and began coughing uncontrollably. Fraiser, who had watched it all with tears welling up in her eyes regained her senses and rushed to the major's aid. The chaos returned as Daniel accompanied the stretcher with Major Carter on it out of the gate room. Fraiser, totally baffled followed close behind.
Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c were approached by General Hammond. "What in the hell just happened? And who is he?" He said as he motioned to the blue figure still crouched at the bottom of the ramp.
"Don't rightly know sir. As to what happened, we were ambushed." The colonel said in a rather cheery tone. With Carter safe, everything seemed fine again.
"Who are you?" The general asked the beast. The beast didn't stir, it's tail didn't even flinch. The long silver fur that covered his head like hair was perfectly still in the quiet room, showing the beast that wore it made no movement at all, almost like a living death.
"Are you OK?" The colonel asked, taking a small step toward the beast.
"Yes." Came a response laced in a growl. The figure stood up to his full height. He was just shorter than Teal'c, but with a much thinner build. He had fur that matched the silver hair on his head, on his wrists and ankles as well. Other then that, his whole body was a soft blue color. He wore a garment that could be considered pants, if you really used your imagination, and a light, loosely hanging open vest, both were a calming darker blue. He stretched a few joints and swatted at the air with the tuft of silver at the end of his tail before continuing. "It takes a lot out of me."
"Who are you?" The colonel asked, in a very friendly tone.
"My name is Kazak." He answered after three attempts. English was a hard language, made harder by the range of his vocal cords. When his answer of a name brought no expression to the face's of the humans, he added more to his answer. "I am a Furling." At the sound of his own species' name in their tongue he smiled. Also he smiled because of the shocked expressions now seen on the others' faces.