Constructive criticisms always welcomed. Flames cheerfully ignored.

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Knife Edge, part 12: The enemy you know… P4X-639

O'Neill watched helplessly as the Goa'uld symbiote entered Dylan's neck and clamped onto his brain-base. The High Guard captain screamed with pain then fell to the floor, convulsing.

This woke Tyr, who leapt to his feet, instinctively taking up a defensive position, "Who are you?" He snarled at Osiris.

"I am Osiris, servant of Lord Anubis." Osiris responded, "And you are? We know you are not human."

"He is Tyr Anasazi, Kodiak Pryde, By Victoria out of Barbarosa." Dylan rose to his feet, "And he is a Nietzschean: a genetically engineered sub-species of human, designed to be the ultimate survivor." He smiled, his eyes glowing, "He will make an excellent Jaffa, after we have cured him of curtain 'rebellious' tendencies." He turned to Osiris, "The High Guard starship is from the future: the Commonwealth knows nothing of what is happening here. And I can deliver it all into Lord Anubis hands."

"Very good Ares." Osiris smiled, turning to O'Neill, "Now is the beginning of your worlds end…"

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"Put that gun down before you hurt someone." Rommie walked pasted Major Ferretti and into the Ung Tae's cargo bay. She tossed her broken forcelance into one corner and pulled a new one from a crate, "We got a problem."

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Starship Andromeda Ascendant, 2 AU's from P4X-639

"Andromeda, lay in a course to P4X-639." Beka moved to the pilot's station as the message ended.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!" Dr McKay ran down from the back of the room, "Yo Barbarella, you want to take five here? Blow up the planet? Can I just point out that the others are down there?"

"He's got a point boss." Harper stood, "I know things are bad and all, but it's not like this is the first time we've been in a 'save-the-day-or-die-trying' situation."

"I'm not like you." McKay continued, "I'm not the 'gun-ho, give 'em hell!' type: I work in a lab, sitting at a computer that Andromeda makes look like an abacuses. But I do know SG-1: they've done stuff that defies belief. I've read reports on the mission's they've been on, the scrapes they've gotten out off. Don't count them out just yet."

"We can't just abandon them like this." Trance stood next to Harper, Reese looking over her shoulder, "There is still a chance."

"Ok, let me make two things clear: one, with Dylan away, I'm the captain." Beka looked at the others, "And two: if you think that I'm going to leave them there to die, you don't know me as well as you think. Harper, prep the Maru: Trance and I are going down there…"

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P4X-639

"Captured!" Ferretti grabbed a handhold to support himself as Rommie turned the Ung Tae sharply to avoid a rock and cannoned down the valley, "What the hell happened?"

"We where on our way back when we where spotted by a pair of Death Gliders on patrol." Rommie checked the stealth systems, "We split up, and took one down, but the two skiffs crashed into each other and overturned. I fell down a cliff face so they must assume I'm dead."

"What can we do to get them out?" Ferretti asked.

"You can sit in the gunners seat and get used to the controls." Rommie stopped the Ung Tae at the bottom of the last hill before Anubis' base, "And tell you're men to strap in: this is going to be a bit bumpy."

"Ok." Ferretti strapped himself in to the gunnery seat, grabbing the controls that worked the AP-cannon, "Let's do this!"

With a slight smile, Rommie pulled the throttle back all the way, sending the Ung Tae up hill at maximum speed.

To Be Continued…