Ansela: HELLO AND A GOOD DAY TO Y'ALL! TODAY WE WILL BE REVIEWING PROPER TECHNIQUES FOR SHOOTING OUR YOUNGER BROTHERS!
Cerrin: Sorry, Ansela's a little sugar high at the moment and extremely angry at her brother and his best mate.
Ansela: WHY AREN'T YOU IN RUNESCAPE STOPPING SLIMEBUCKET'S EVIL PLAN?
Cerrin: (rolls her eyes) Because Plot Bunny told me you needed help. (knocks Ansela out with her staff) Ansela does not own Stargate, Halo or its characters. They are the property of MGM and Microsoft/Bungie. She also does not own Plot Bunny or myself. Enjoy!
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'Damn it Cam, this was supposed to be an easy mission. Tag along with the SG-15 and SG-27 Marines and scientists and help them carry some equipment to a possible naquadah mine here on P9-whatever. Ba'al was not supposed to be here, and his Jaffa weren't supposed to chase us back to the goddamn 'Gate. What went wrong?' Lieutenant Colonel Cameron 'Cam' Mitchell thought on this as he ran back to the Stargate, keeping one eye on the path behind the three teams, watching for their Jaffa pursuers. Every now and then he glanced at the two scientists belonging to SG-15 and SG-27, as neither geologist was used to running any distance. He noted with disgust that the two civilians hadn't even drawn the handguns they'd been issued with. 'At least I can count on Daniel to pull his weight in a fight…unlike those two.' He glanced towards the front of the group, where Sam and Daniel were running ahead to make sure the path was still clear.
In a small clearing that they'd passed on the way in, the scientists collapsed next to the clear stream, forgoing their water bottles to drink from the stream, regardless of the danger. He gave and exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes in Teal'c's direction.
"Catch your breath guys, then we're moving again. We don't want Ba'al catching up to us. Not today anyway." SG-1 and the Marines acknowledged him with nods, but the two collapsed civilians ignored him. He took up position at the edge of the clearing, next to Teal'c, watching for the Jaffa pursuing them, knowing that Sam and Daniel would watch the trees on the other side without being told.
Soon they were moving again, pounding along the path, hoping to reach the 'Gate before Jaffa reinforcements did. Suddenly several of the Jaffa stepped out from the trees, forcing Sam and Daniel to drop into defensive postures. Several more Jaffa came out behind the teams, forcing them to bunch together as half of them spun round to meet the new threat. The stalemate dragged on for what seemed like a hundred years to the former pilot, although in reality it was only a few minutes.
Suddenly one of the Jaffa turned, looking to see what had caused a twig to snap behind him. Sam took the opening, ramming her shoulder into the one who'd turned as she fired at his partner, Daniel taking out the other pair blocking their way. A few stray shots whizzed through the air as the Jaffa fell backwards from the force of the close range attack, both groups of Jaffa caught off guard by the sudden strike by the human teams. Cam signalled for the teams to spread out through the forest and create less of a target even as he heard the shrill whine of a diving Death Glider. Shots from staff weapons flew past their heads as the pursuing group of Jaffa began to catch up, and the military personnel on the teams began to weave through the trees, never taking the same line more than once. The geologists on the other hand were running in a straight line, only luck preventing them from being hit by the distant Jaffa and the aerial bombardment of the Death Gliders above them.
Suddenly another Death Glider joined the battle, coming in from the sun and striking suddenly, leaving the teams no time to avoid its attack. One of the twin blasts hit the ground close to Sam, the shockwave from the impact knocking her off her feet and into a tree. The other members of SG-1 turned to help her, determined not to leave her to the much closer Jaffa. Before either team could reach her however, a large armoured figure burst out of the trees, landed next to Sam and returned to the shadows, taking her with them. Neither side had a chance to aim their weapons at the Kull-like creature, it had moved so fast. Shaking off their shock, SG-1 knocked down the nearest Jaffa and continued their retreat to the 'Gate, noting that SG-15 and SG-27 were almost there.
Returning through the 'Gate, Cam thought about the mysterious creature in the forest. All three teams were more subdued than normal, aware that one of their number was missing as they ducked to either side of the ramp and yelled for the iris to be closed. A few shots managed to pass through the event horizon before the iris sealed it shut, after which only a few thuds were heard. Cam had never met the Kull supersoldiers created by the half-ascended Goa'uld Anubis, having been in the F-302 project at the time, and for that he was glad, From the mission reports and what Daniel had told him, they were not to be trifled with.
"What's going on here? I thought P9X-5672 was supposed to be uninhabited." General Landry strode into the Gateroom, eyes flicking over the three teams assembled there. "And where's Colonel Carter?"
"We are unsure of Colonel Carter's whereabouts General Landry. She was taken by a creature reminiscent of Anubis' Kull warriors." Sharp intakes of breath were heard throughout the Gateroom as everyone remembered the black armoured inhuman creatures.
"Is anyone injured?" No one answered in the positive. "Good. Briefing room…now." Cam sighed. It looked like this day was going to get even worse.
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The restroom was as spartan as the main room, containing only a basin, stand-in tub with showerhead and a toilet. A bar of soap and roll of toilet paper had been left in there, placed carelessly on the back of the basin as if they were an afterthought. 'This doesn't look like anywhere Ba'al would put me, and it most definitely isn't the infirmary, nor is it the Odyssey or the Daedalus, and I doubt that this is Asgard or Tok'ra. Where in the universe am I?" Leaning carefully on the walls, Sam made her way to the only other door in view, a door that she hoped would lead out of her not-so-luxury suite. As she approached, it opened automatically, revealing an austere grey corridor, lit only with a few lights close to the ceiling. Several more rooms and corridors branched off the main one, creating a maze of interlacing passages. As she hobbled down the main passage, corridors brightened or darkened as she approached. Hoping that someone was giving her a sign, Sam followed the brighter ones, looking for someone else in her unusual surroundings.
As the lit corridors gave way to a darker, console filled bridge area, Sam gasped. An armoured figure, similar to the Kull warriors of Anubis, was seated at the centre console, seemingly oblivious to her presence. She began to back away slowly, remembering the awesome power of the bio-engineered monstrosities, only to find that the bridge door had sealed shut behind her.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." She blinked. The creature was standing, hands held out slightly to show that it wasn't carrying any weapons. "I only want to ask you a few questions?" He, for the voice was male, stepped closer and she edged away, putting a console between herself and the behemoth. "Help me out here Cortana!"
"Start with going back to the command seat Chief. You're intimidating her. Please take a seat Colonel Carter, before you damage your leg any further." The voice issuing from the speakers located around the bridge was female, and Sam instinctively looked for a source. As she did so, a foot-high, semi-holographic woman materialised above a pedestal next the 'Chief's' chair. "And introductions would probably be in order as well. My name is Cortana. I'm a starship grade AI, capable of hard transfer into any suitable system. I am programmed for infiltration and sabotage of enemy systems. The Incredible Hulk here is Master Chief SPARTAN-117, the last surviving member of the SPARTAN program. He is a bio-engineered supersoldier, with neural, chemical, biological and cybernetic enhancements designed to make him the best possible warrior. Until their destruction, he was the leader of the MKII SPARTANs. The SPARTANs were a large part of the defense of the colonies, and were instrumental in the battle for Earth."
"Earth? We don't have any colonies, we can't make AIs yet, and we definitely don't have any secret projects called 'SPARTAN'. And as for defending Earth, no-one would ever dare attack us with the Asgard protecting us." Sam glanced between the two of them. "And how did you know my name?"
"I read your dogtags while you were unconscious. I wanted to know your name before I had to return to the bridge. Cortana's good, but she can't run this ship entirely by herself. You really should sit down you know." Sam did so, taking the seat furthest from the command chair. "They gave us more questions than answers though."
"What kind of questions?" Sam was still wary, even though the Master Chief and Cortana had yet to make a threatening move towards her. She was also smart enough to realise that if they did decide to hurt her, then she wouldn't be much of a match for them even if she was uninjured and fully armed.
"What year is it? What were those creatures attacking you and your team? What is the USAF doing on a planet several hundred light years away from Earth? How did you piss those creatures off? Those sorts of questions." Cortana ticked the questions off on her fingers as she went through them, grinning at Sam and the Chief as she did so.
"To answer the first question, the year is 2005, and on Earth it's almost the end of November. The other questions however, are a bit more difficult to answer. I would have to explain a lot of things, dating back to 1938 at the earliest."
"It's okay, we've got time."
"You sure?" Both the Master Chief and Cortana nodded. "In 1938 archaeologists working on a dig at Giza, Egypt found a large cover stone and metal ring covered in an unknown language..." (A/N: I am not going into the history of the Stargate, as it has pretty much all been explained in the series and in fanfiction.)
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"So you're saying that this creature just appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Colonel Carter from underneath both yours and the Jaffa's noses, and vanished back into thin air without you firing so much as one shot to stop it." To say that General Landry was annoyed at his flagship team was an understatement. SG-1 was the team that most of the SGC looked to for advice and guidance on dealing with offworld situations, and the team most likely to come back alive from a suicide mission. They never left a team member behind and never accepted death as an option. Hell, Daniel Jackson had come back from the dead several times.
"It appeared so fast sir, that by the time we realised it was there, it already had Carter. If we'd tried to stop it after that, then we might have hit her by mistake."
"It was similar to Anubis' Kull warriors, perhaps a later version that he never had chance to deploy?" Daniel was only half paying attention to the other occupants of the briefing room, trying to figure out what had taken Sam on the planet. "But it didn't go in the direction of the Gate, or back towards Ba'al's camp. It went into the forest. There's a chance that Sam's still somewhere on P9X-5672." Landry nodded, and went into his office, shutting the door so that SG-1 couldn't hear his end of the phone call that he made. A few minutes later he came back, looking slightly happier.
"The Odyssey is ready to go. If Colonel Carter's still on the planet, it'll pick up her transponder signal. They're just waiting for you." SG-1 nodded and grouped at one end of the briefing table, waiting for the transport beam that would take them up to the Odyssey.