Title: Refugee
Author: krysalys
Email: Atlantis
Genre : (general, hetero or slash): General
Pairing/Characters: Nope, none as of yet
Summary: Our stalwart group in Atlantis gets unexpected visitors.
Timeline: Takes place soon after Season 1's "The Brotherhood" and right before "Letters from Pegasus".
Warnings: Language, violence, and more warnings to come, I'm sure.
Notes: Forgive a veritable newbie to the entire SG fandom her ignorance. I'm slowly getting caught up on the first season repeats on SFC.
Acknowledgments: Mice, it's all your fault, honey. You're just too damned good a writer. (wink)
13:30pm
"What the hell?"
Dr. Elizabeth Weir wrenched her head around towards the source of the startled exclamation. Her question froze upon her lips as she realized what exactly had caught Grodin's attention.
The Gate was active.
The symbols were whirling around more quickly than she'd ever seen. The first chevron locked mere moments before the second one, and the rest followed in rapid succession before the Gate erupted into brilliant life.
Elizabeth wasn't even able to move a step before the surface of the portal was violently disturbed; two figures hurtled through it, one falling immediately while the other stumbled and continued staggering backwards.
The one still standing was screaming at the top of… her… lungs.
"Feche, você bastardo! Feche!" She desperately flung out a hand crackling with energy, pointing at the Gate and making wild gestures. She fell to her knees, wild yet dripping hair slapping against her back as she continued screaming.
"FECHE, CABRÂO"
Elizabeth blinked and shook herself out of her startled daze. She slapped the Com and snapped "Security! We have a breach in the Gate room!" And she realized that the Gate claxon had only just begun to wail. "Somebody get the damned shield up!"
Everyone in the control room was scrambling about, trying to determine what was going on. Elizabeth merely rushed towards the closest balcony overlooking the Gate room to get a better look at the intruders.
The fallen one looked to be male… a human, she noted absently. The one still screaming in what sounded like French… or Spanish, she wasn't entirely sure… was a human female. Both were dressed in filthy rags, and were liberally covered in what looked like blood and mud. The male lay where he'd fallen, unmoving and looking quite dead. He had some sort of spear sticking out of his back.
Elizabeth's observations were interrupted by the additional military personnel rushing into the Gate room with weapons at the ready.
At the same time, two other things happened. The wormhole began to destabilize, and…
Two figures stepped through the portal. Elizabeth's eyes widened, and she choked back a scream.
They looked like Egyptian gods. They were firing weapons that looked like staffs with large bulbs split into fourths on the ends.
"Goa'uld?" Elizabeth murmured huskily.
The woman in front of the Gate bellowed in fury and terror, and bolted for her fallen comrade. One of the bolts of energy from the new intruders clipped her in the shoulder, and she was spun around by the force of it as she cried out in pain. But that didn't seem to stop the desperate woman, as she scrambled to her companion, yanked the spear out of his back and attacked the nearest creature.
The guards recognized that the woman was disgustingly outmatched, and opened fire.
The Portal continued to destabilize as one of the Jaffa was forced back through it from the ferocity of the woman's charge. The other one actually cocked its head to the side a little as bullets ricocheted off of its body armor, and it calmly raised its staff weapon and returned fire with a low rumbling growl.
Two of the guards fell screaming, and the others focused their fire on their foe. The creature fell back a couple of steps until it was flush against the shimmering wormhole, and turned to the woman, who was now trying to impale it with the bloodied spear. It smacked the weapon easily from her hands and made as if to grab her by the throat one-handed.
She had none of it, darted in under his arms and punched him in the groin.
Strangely enough, it worked, and the Jaffa stumbled backwards…
Just as the Gate's shield snapped shut.
Most of the creature's head, left arm and leg crashed to the floor, severed, while its body fell back into the wormhole.
The guards ceased fire immediately, and an eerie silence fell upon the Gate room.
Elizabeth blinked, and realized that one of the men down in the Gate room was Major John Sheppard. He looked around in mute bewilderment. Who'd activated the Gate, and what the hell had just happened?
The woman wobbled on her feet as the wormhole blinked out, and finally seemed to notice her surroundings. She staggered beside her companion, her face white as a sheet under the thick layers of blood encrusting it.
"Onde o inferno sâo nôs?"
She fainted.
Elizabeth snapped out orders to her people, and the control room erupted into controlled chaos.
"I want a medical team in the Gate room pronto!" she shouted over the bustle. Major Sheppard had rushed over to the fallen intruders and was checking them for signs of life, while his men fanned out around the room to further secure it.
Elizabeth ran down to the Gate room floor once Lieutenant Ford had cleared it.
"Are they alive?" she asked Sheppard breathlessly. From behind her she heard the medical team entering the room, and she stepped aside to allow them more room to work.
"The woman is, but barely," John replied tersely. "The man…" he shook his head.
Elizabeth's face fell. Even though she didn't know these strangers, it still was a blow to find that one had died trying to get to safety. Now it was her and her people's job to determine who they were and what they were doing running from the Goa'uld. Not to mention how the hell they'd managed to override the Gate controls and safety measures.
"Out of the way!" Dr. Carson Beckett ordered tersely, and the few curious soldiers that had gathered around the Gate cleared a path for him. "What the devil happened here?" he demanded. When he saw the state of the two people he'd been called to treat, he barked out "Caoch! Let's move, people!"
Carson and his team wasted no time, and whisked the man and woman off to the medical labs. The two soldiers that had been wounded by the Goa'uld's staff weapons were not far behind.
"Beckett's right, Elizabeth. What the hell happened here?" Sheppard queried.
"Your guess is as good as mine, John," Elizabeth replied. "The gate activated without warning. The alarm didn't even go off until after those two came through it."
Sheppard scowled as he followed her back up to the Gate's Control Room. "This is definitely not the kind of surprise I like."
Elizabeth nodded agreement. "Especially if it involves the Goa'uld," she replied quietly. "We have enough on our hands as it is with The Wraith to have them join the fun as well."
"I'm posting a security detail in the medical wing until we have a better idea what's going on."
Elizabeth nodded. "I'd say that's wise. We have no idea whether or not our guests are friendly."
"Guess we'll know soon enough," Sheppard replied, and left to talk to Ford.
Portugese
Feche, você bastardo! Feche Close, you bastard! CLOSE!
FECHE, CABRÂO Close, motherfucker!
Onde o inferno sâo nôs? Where the hell are we?
Gaelic
Caoch Shit, excrement