In a swirling vortex of energy, the Ha'tak, renamed the Tara Mclay appeared in orbit above Tollana, and dived down, the fiery heat of re-entry radiating from the craft as it dropped swiftly, landing near the ruins of New Tollana's main city.
Swiftly, five SG teams swarmed out of the vessel, setting up a perimeter and beginning the search as dawn began to appear on the horizon.
With the SG uniforms clearly in evidence, it wasn't long before survivors began to appear out of the wreckage, most malnourished and broken despite crops in the nearby fields, they had grown to used to technology doing their work for them and so whilst they starved through their lack of knowledge of manual labour, a bounty of food rotted within sight.
It was a pathetic thing to behold, but to the SG teams, not an all together surprising one.
They just hoped Buffy's Jaffa successfully kept out of sight, the Tollan were in no state to be getting worked up on their way to Earth.
Carter shivered as she felt an approaching Goa'uld and she reached swiftly for the Zat she kept hidded under her desk.
"Okay, you have no idea how hard that was" Buffy groaned as she strode into the room, not commenting as she saw the zat discreetly slipped back into hiding, "Having to hide from the Tollan, to not be seen by them when…" Buffy's voice shifted in midflow "…I could have helped them, with my hand device I could have healed a lot of their injuries but they were not ready to see a goa'uld, they were not ready to see me…" Carter shuddered as Buffys voice shifted again, she didn't know where they had picked that switch in middle of sentence trick up, but it was disturbing "…so what are we going to do with them now? Cant keep them here because the NID will be all over them, cant send them through the gate because the NID will just find someway to follow them and they will be vulnerable to the Goa'ulds who would consider a Tollan a nice catch"
"The Nox" Carter replied.
"Excuse me?"
"The Nox, they are an advanced race, helped the Tollan before, they may be willing to do it again"
"Okay, I'm assuming you know how to contact them?" Buffy replied.
Carter nodded as she reached across the desk, shouting, "Come in" as a knock sounded at the door.
"So" Fraiser said, as she walked into the room, an amused glint in her
eye, "What is this I hear about you forcing the boys off the Al-kesh
with your singing?"
...
Colonel O'Neill leaned back in his chair with a chuckle as he listened to Ferreti spin an elaborate tale involving too much beer and waking up in the wrong bed.
This was perfect, up to date on paperwork, no missions and four days leave coming up, what could go wrong?
O'Neill froze as the phone rang the very second the thought 'What could go wrong?' echoed through his mind.
Timing like that was unlikely to be a coincidence.
"Hello?"
"O'Neill, are Xander and Ferreti with you?"
O'Neill relaxed, "Yes, why?"
"Oh nothing, except Carter just found out that somebody has been accusing her of butchering songs all the way through a certain Al-kesh flight"
O'Neill froze, and checked his calendar for a certain discreet mark. The mark that meant it not a good day to annoy the female who just happens to be your second in command. Today, the mark was on today.
'Oh, shit'
"How bad is it?" O'Neill asked slowly, carefully.
"Last I saw, she had a Zat and she was heading your way"
O'Neill carefully put the phone down, "Guys, we need to run"
Ferreti and Xander glanced up amused then froze at the look on the Colonels face, "what's up?"
"Someone sicced Carter on us"
They relaxed, "Oh, okay"
"It's the wrong time of the month to have Carter annoyed at us"
They paused, froze, glanced around wide eyed in fear, then a collective decision made, they charged swiftly out of the room, briefly getting trapped in the door.
In the Main Security room, Carter, Buffy and Fraiser collapsed laughing as they followed the trios mad dash to safety through the corridors of the SGC on the security monitors.
Gleefully, they watched as the boys panic was caught on video camera and on tape.