Jack O'Neil looked at the troops he would be leading. SG-1 was the lead element on this expedition, and his people were present. Major Samantha Carter looked earnest, even a bit eager. Anything that involved new toys, new science, got her antennae twitching. Well, everyone needs a hobby. Teal'c, staff weapon at order arms, stood resolute, as always. Then...Daniel. He must have gotten some sleep last night, because he looked rested, energetic. There was that usual Dr. Jackson laid back curious intensity when they were going on a trip that promised lots of research. But there was something else.

A chance to confront his boogie man?

"Daniel? You ready for this?", he asked.

Daniel nodded.

Jack gazed at him appraisingly for a second.

"I'm fine, Jack. Really."

More gaze.

"Okay."

He then looked over SG-3. Major John Phillips and his Marines specialized in squad level weapons support, and were along, if things got hairy. And with the strangeness involved in their mission, O'Neil wasn't taking any chances.

Then, there was the relatively new SG-17, an all Army Ranger combat team led by Lt Col Montaigne Deveraux. His slight Cajun accent facinated Teal'c, or at least Teal'c seemed to be always listening closely whenever the New Orleans native spoke. This team had been on a half dozen trips, three of them involved combat with Jaffa troops, and a forth involved a rescue assignment. So Jack was convinced that between SG-3 and 17, they had the firepower for the job.

Finally, there was the newly restaffed SG-9, a combo Navy/civilian SG team, led by Captain Macy Killian. For some reason, Jack thought of Lt Uhura on Star Trek whenever he looked at her. The fact she was a commo specialist helped matters. This team dealt in exploration skills, and since the museum on the world they were going to was a monument to that sort of thing, these folks could come in handy, too.

Captain Killian nodded at O'Neil, acknowledging his appraisal. She then showed a lovely, toothy grin when she noted his distaste at the "eggheads" on her staff. She would let him get away with it. For now.

The Marines and soldiers stood straighter, acknowledging O'Neil's inspection. O'Neil shook Major Phillip's hand, and said, "Sorry you didn't get to sleep in this morning, Major."

Phillips returned O'Neil's handshake strongly, "Gotta work off the chow hall food, Colonel. They feed us too well here."

Jack snorted and said, "Try going without seconds."

The marines chuckled as O'Neil moved onto the Rangers. They went to attention and LC Deveraux saluted smartly. O'Neil returned the salute, then looked the soldier up and down, "How's the leg, Colonel?"

"I's fit as a fiddle, suh! I'll have no problem keeping up!"

O'Neil nodded, then said, "Well, try not to go tearing around, where we are going. It is a museum. Don't want to break stuff, right?"

O'Neil has seen Deveraux in his Class A's and noted he didn't wear his Purple Heart, as would have been his right, wounded in battle by a Jaffa staff weapon. Deveraux, like some combat vets, saw Purple Hearts as bad luck, acknowledging enemy marksmanship. So he refused.

Finally, Uhura. The statuesque black woman was the posture of the professional. But her eyes had a subtle amused dance to them.

O'Neil stopped before her.

"I hope your civlians realize this could involve some heavy lifting, right, Captain?"

A Pippi Longstocking looking redhead in a Battle Dress Uniform that looked too big for her puffed up and opened her mouth in what looked to be a loud protest.

Captain Killian waved her off. "Colonel, the civilians on SG teams, as you know, are top experts in their fields, as well as proven athletes. You have a reputation for not being fond of civilians, I know, but if General Hammond can approve of my people, surely, so can you." She smiled sweetly.

"Right," O'Neil said. Yes, the skills this SG team had could come in handy, and he believed in being prepared. But civilians. Led by a squid. A squid egghead.

Ok.

"Everyone's here, all packed. I hope everyone hit the latrine before showing up, yes? Good. Jacob?"

Jacob Carter stood in front of the teams, saying, "Tanith should still be on his way, so we have some time. Our objective is to find the gate coordinates that will send us to the destination in question. Tanith is not likely to have Jaffa support, as he's persona non grata among the System Lords. But he may have hired mercenaries, so that could be a problem."

The two combat SG teams nodded in acknowledgement.

"The world we may go to, we have no idea what the environment will be like, so we will need to be able to assess it quickly once we know, then request the needed material support."

Captain Killian gave a thumbs up.

Jacob nodded at O'Neil. O'Neil looked over his troops one last time.

"Any questions?"

"Alright, let's do this."

The familiar klaxon sounded, the dial spun, there was the signature backwash of spacetime, and the Stargate opened wide.

SG-1 led the way into it's maw...