Chapter 2
"We come in peace!" Sheppard shouted, "Some water and we'll be on our way."
A strange, human figured, man separated himself from the others and stepped forward, no more that three feet from SGA.
"How did you get here?"
"The stargate..."
The strange man arched his eye brow and motioned for his men to advance.
Sheppard eyed their weapons wearily and licked his lips. His mouth was dryer than sand paper; swallowing saliva was no more helpful than drinking sawdust.
"Seriously, we mean no harm," his voice croaked, "If we could have some water, and then we could chat more."
"I am Dyros, leader of this tribe."
"Sheppard, sub- liter."
"You are welcome here. Come, let's drink together."
Dyros's men turn away and Sheppard nods at his team to follow.
"Ah, how exactly far is this-er-place-we're going to?" McKay asked.
"Not far. Only a few paces ahead, and we will provide streams of flowing water into your glass. As much as you desire."
"Food?"
"Feasts."
John's team muttered in fascination as they followed their hosts. He lagged behind...something was wrong...something had to be wrong...