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AN: Wow guys thanks for the whole two reviews…. (SG-1 Fanfic and SJDM12, thanks a ton again!) I just took a while to update cause I really had no motivation. Again, I don't know what's going on with the breaks so I'm going to try something new. I know that can get really confusing…. Sorry!! Ah well here we go! Feedback loved!
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SG teams 1, 2,4,5,8, and 16 were all squeezed into the gate room, ready for the battle of their lives. They all knew what the impact of the outcome would be. If they won, the fighting could be over for good; the war would be theirs. If Ba'al won, Earth was lost. They were the last line of defense between Earth and the evil that surrounded it. Hammond walked into the room, and his heart fluttered. He was as terrified as they were. Over the years, he managed to grow relationships with everyone on the base, how minute or large it was it was still a relationship. And now he was sending them to almost certain death. Almost all the teams were going out which really scared him. If they did lose, Earth was going to be short of the most capable people to fight the good fight, and could lead to its ultimate decline. Standing at the underneath the control room, everyone stood at attention for him.
"Today will chance Earth's history forever. It will either be one were we finally knew that we were free from Gou'uld wrath, or the day abomination came about. I have had the distinct honor of serving with each and every one of you. And I can't tell you how proud I am to say that I had the chance to lead you." While he was speaking, the Stargate started up. "I know you are all scared. You wouldn't be human if you weren't. And I hope to God that I see each and every one of your face's smiling and cheering when you return." The kawoosh that came from behind them filled everyone with a sense of nostalgia. "Good luck and God's speed. You have a go."
The room thundered alive with team leaders yelling, "Go go go! Move move move! Let's go!" The room thundered alive with the sounds of footfalls and the boots of the soldiers reverberating off of the ramp. The room thundered alive with the hope and the eternal optimism that the people under his command seemed to live by. The room thundered alive.
(Scene Change)
The argument over the gun was easily won by Sam before they left.
Flashback
"So, do you wanna show me how to use this thing?" Jack asked, rubbing his hands together and eyeing up the gun.
"Well, actually sir, I'm going to use it," Sam retorted surprising him.
"Excuse me?" he begged, raising an eyebrow. That wasn't fair. If there was a new gun he wanted to play with it.
"Well first off, since I'm the one who created most of it, I know it's strengths and weaknesses better than anyone, probably better than Jolinar did. And second off, it was created with different Gou'uld technology which would require Naquida in your blood. Third off, you have to be able to harness the use of the Naquida." She rattled off the reasons so fast he just looked at her. His head was lowered and his eyes looking up, a sure sign that he lost her. Instead of re-asking her, he simply turned to Jacob who was standing in the lab with them.
"She's right Jack. She'd be the best bet of using it out in the field. She'd probably be better at using it than me," Jacob offered.
"Well if you put it that way… Well Carter I'm not leaving your six in that case." She already knew that, but of course she never eluded it to him.
"Thank you sir," she smiled at him. He smiled back as his eyes bore into her. He would never leave her behind, or out of his protection until he was externally forced to. And he knew she never would either. The unspoken emotions did not go unseen by Jacob, who opted not to say anything at that moment; rather, he just turned his back to them and started tinkering on the nearest thing he could find on the table.
"Just don't hide from me out there," he whispered.
End Flashback
(Scene Change)
There were no Jaffa standing guard at the gate when the arrived, as they expected. There were going to be hardly any there at the time. It was only going to be Ba'al and a few dozen of his most trusted Jaffa to guard him. Unbeknownst to them, one of the trusted was also a Tok'Ra. The SGC couldn't have asked for a better set up.
Teams 4, 5, 8, and 14 stayed to guard the gate and keep base. Teams 16 and 2 ran ahead to spot any Jaffa who came to inspect the activation. They only had to take down 4 with no casualties of their own. SG1 and Jacob kept behind a little to protect the gun. The three teams made it all the way through the forest Ba'al chose for protection before they spotted his ship.
"Everyone ready?" Jack asked. He was answered with a round of nods, and everyone moving into attack stance, low to the ground but ready to run.
"Alright just like we said before. SG-16, you guard the outside of the ship and alert us if anything or anyone even moves. SG-2, you come inside with us until we split up and then you plant the C4 if we need it." The plan was not to trash the ship. If possible, they would have kept it and used it themselves. Jack was a little amused that the Marines were following his orders with tack and respect.
"Alright, Carter, don't get out of my sight. Move out!"
(Scene Change)
SG-1 and 2 were moving like foxes through the halls, quiet and undetectable. The Jaffa they did see were surprised and easily eliminated. From the schematics of the ship they received, they were coming up to Ba'al chamber soon. Then, the radio clicked three times, signaling that SG-8 needed contact.
"Yeah, O'Neill here," Jack replied after checking the area.
"Sir we have a situation out here. You might want to look out a window to the eastern side." Jack just sighed and moved, thankful that they were luckily on the eastern side of the ship.
"Holy shit," he muttered. Before he knew it, his team was looking out the window with him.
"Oh my God," Sam muttered, jaw dropped. Ba'al must've been tipped off. He had what looked like his entire fleet flying toward his ship. They knew Ba'al had the largest fleet out there, but this was huge. It looked almost as if the fleet was a huge swarm of bees. It covered the sun, and the ground became dark.
"This is so not good." Within two seconds, the teams guarding the Gate were yelling into the radio, half of them running toward their fellow team members for back up. SG-16 was going to need some back up. The other half were setting up explosives around the gate.
"We gotta go try to get this done quickly people," Jack stated as he turned around, blocked by the 7 other people looking out of the window. They all snapped their heads to attention when Jack raised his P-90 in their direction.
"Why Colonel O'Neill. How lovely of you to come visit me," Ba'al slithered at them. He casually walked forward, his usual gown worn, not to disappoint anyone who hadn't met him yet.
"Ba'al! How ya doin! It's been while. How's the wife and kids?" he yelled. Quietly, he turned to Carter, who was on his right, and whispered, "Carter, now."
"Yes, Colonel. It has been while." He raised his hand and knocked everyone to the ground with his hand device before she had the chance. While they recovered, he snatched Sam by her hair.
"Let her go!" Jack yelled, jumping on his feet. Ba'al held her in front of him as a shield.
"Use the gun!" she yelled to him. He looked down at his feet and saw it lying there. He looked over a Jacob, who was knocked out by the blast. Jacob would have a better chance of using it than he would. SG-2 were starting to come around, but Daniel and Teal'c were out as well. Picking up the gun, he aimed it at the both of them.
"Shoot it!" she yelled again.
"If you shoot it you kill her O'Neill!" Little did Ba'al know it would kill him too. He didn't know what the new gun was. Ba'al held his arm tighter around her neck, making her gasp for air. Her hands flew to his arm, trying to pull it off in vain.
"Jack shoot the damn gun!" He could hear his heart beat in his ears, which was the only noise he could hear. Time seemed to stop as he looked at Sam. The only other times he felt like this is when he was looking at her from the other side of a force field, and when he had to kill the entity. This was different though, he would be killing her, her soul, her life, not something inside of her. Everything they ever wanted to say to each other, everything they ever felt for each other was shoved into that one moment. She curtly nodded her head once, and he knew it was time. Holding up the gun, he aimed at them. When he knew that he had a perfect target, he closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger.
TBC…. Feedback loved!