SG-1 stood in the control room, watching the Gate as it proceeded to dial the coordinates they managed to find in the control room. The members of the other SG teams stood around, too, watching what was going on. Wary watchfulness was the dominant expression among the members there. In addition, with Jack O'Neil, there was an element of anger, a desire for a reckoning. Daniel Jackson seemed…expectant? General Hammond was concerned. He did have Major Carter's assurance that wormholes are one way and there was no way anything on the other side could get to them. That was the only way he authorized this at all. But still, he was concerned.
Nine coordinates on a Stargate theoretically link a wormhole to a destination outside this universe. This didn't make sense, as the location given in the literature recovered by the SG teams on the Museum World indicated that the location of this…place Tanith had gone to was in this universe, close to the galactic core. Daniel did more translating, tho, and based on the text, the "base" in which this Blackgate was located was shielded somehow. And this shield sealed it off from the rest of the universe, as a further way to hide it's contents from the universe at large, and to keep it there, until the time was right. That's how it translated, anyway.
Seven…eight…nine… And the coordinates locked. No one had spoken up to this point, except the bare minimum necessary for Gate operation. When these coordinates locked in, and a vibration passed through the base, almost a deep groaning, everyone went absolutely silent and still. All eyes were upon the Gate, as a chill seemed to pass through the room, and the shadows seemed to get a little deeper.
Jack O'Neil looked down at the airmen, soldiers, and Marines edging the ramp, weapons at the read. Their steely eyes matched his own. Normally, in a moment like this, a quip would be on his lips.
But not this time. A whole team had been lost to what was on the other side. And he was pissed still.
The wormhole formed with a woosh. But there was something odd about it. The glow that normally accompanies an event horizon seemed strangely subdued.
Jack looked at Carter, who shrugged. He then looked at General Hammond, who slowly nodded.
"Alright…send in the MOUT," he said.
The robot rolled up the ramp, breached the Event Horizon, a strange frost forming on it's steel exterior. And it was gone. A few seconds later, it's coordinates matched those Daniel had found in the scrolls he had recovered.
They took a look at what the robot revealed. Visually, there was nothing. Just a blackness.
"Radar," O'Neil grunted.
The MOUT began transmitting. It painted a picture of a strangely constructed corridor. It led to…
"Take a look around. Try not to break anything," O'Neil murmured.
Carter tapped out instructions to the MOUT, and it lurched forward, it's radar sweeping it's view. Eventually, it came to an odd doorway. As the robot approached, Daniel began figeting. O'Neil looked back at him with a questioning gaze. Daniel ignored him, staring at the screen.
And there, through the doorway, was a strange black mound. With a round opening. And the readings from it, local distortions of space/time, had Carter riveted. She began recording the readings, when the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, the lights fluctuated, and suddenly, the view from the MOUT shorted out. Shortly after, the wormhole collapsed.
There was a moment of silence. General Hammond then said, "Colonel O'Neil, I'm sorry, but I can't authorize a mission to that location until I have more information."
"I understand, sir," O'Neil grumbled, exhaling.
Suddenly, the gate registered an incoming wormhole. Upon an order from General Hammond, the iris was closed. He saw signal they were receiving and relayed it to General Hammond, "It's the Tok'ra, sir."
"Open the iris," Hammond said.
Jacob Carter stepped through, glanced at the room full of armed troops, then shivered. "You hanging meat in here, Jack?"
"Hi, Jacob. Nope, nothing to report," Jack said ruefully through the intercom.
"I know, and I'm sorry for your losses, Jack. Look, we've got to talk."
The SG teams, General Hammond and Jacob Carter retired to the briefing room.
Jacob took the floor immediately and said, "Look, I'll get right to the point. There's now a shooting war among the Goaul'd…"