The planet P3R233 was a dead world. It's civilization was long gone. Yet their gathered wonders remained. Whomever these people were, they were facinated by coming and going, and places to see. The Stargate Command hadn't had a chance to extensively catalog this civilization yet, but it seemed, except for scouts, they really didn't travel that much themselves. They just collected information on places and methods of travel.
There was no sign of a mass die off, so some predicted the natives had left the planet en masse at some point. When this mission was over, SG-9, the exploration team, would be staying here to establish a base camp for an extensive cataloging of this world.
Right now, this place had unfortunately become center of attention. Not of the System Lords, but the outcast Goau'ld, Tanith. He probably hadn't told anyone about his discovery, but the fact he had it, was highly disturbing. Even without the nature of the discovery...
This world would be far more active for a bit.
The travel museum. A wide room with artifacts here, there, began to stir. Moving air dislodged dust. Over on one side, a Stargate began to wake up. Lights came up on the DHD console. Suddenly, a white glow dispelled the room's darkness to it's far corners. The pseudo splash of space/time flooded forth, then jerked back. The horizontal shimmering surface of an established event horizon appeared. And through it, visitors came.
SG-1 emerged, quickly taking defensive positions behind available cover. The other three teams followed behind, efficiently taking other positions, providing all corners of the room with fire cover.
Colonel Jack O'Neil looked around. Teal'c looked calm and focused, his staff weapon trained on his sector. Major Samantha Carter looked around, mind on the job, but also obviously eager to begin exploration. Daniel Jackson looked...intense. Like he had that hanging flap of skin at the roof of his mouth after burning himself, and wanted to pick at it.
He would have his chance at his unanswered questions here. And though he would be loath to admit it, Jack O'Neil found himself curious, too. And very wary. He was taking no chances.
He whispered into his comm link, "IFFs on."
O'Neil then looked down into the small screen of his PDA. It registered the electronic signatures of the team members present. Good.
He then turned to Major Phillips and SG-3, the Marine heavy weapons team.
"Major, your team will be responsible for securing the Stargate. If anyone comes in here, and they don't register a friendly on your screen, kill them."
He turned away, then turned his head to look over his shoulder back at Major Phillips.
"I'm not kidding. Even if it seems to be me. If you can't confirm it, waste 'em."
"Aye, sir," Major Phillips nodded.
"O'Neil looked at the other Marines. They all nodded at him in acknoledgement. A quiet chorus of "Aye, ayes" sounded.
O'Neil nodded in return, then turned to the others.
"Daniel, Major, Captain Killian, you know what you are looking for, get to work. DON'T lose your IFFs, ok? Comm checks every ten minutes, teams stick together, at least no less than two people together. Watch your buddy's back. Simple, right?"
He paused, then added, "If you see Tanith, try to take him alive, but if he's too much trouble, kill him. Got it?"
Teal'c looked quietly resolute. Samantha looked ready to go to work. Daniel stared at a point in the doorway beyond their room. He looked at the Rangers. They, as a group, seemed like Teal'c, ready to do the job. He finally looked at Captain Killian and her team. They looked like kids at the first day of school. Smart kids. Maybe a little cocky.
Hm. Not sure he liked that.
"Let's go earn our pay," he said. And led the way out of the gate room into the darkened museum.