Jack O'Neill, retired USAF black ops, was fishing at the river with his former brother in arms and long time friend Charles Kawalsky. Seated in portable folding chairs, the two men were waiting for a fish to catch their baits, surrounded by boxes full of equipment and the forrest.
Kawalsky sighed and broke the silence, "You never regretted selling your cabin in Minnesota?"
"Good things must come to an end. Besides, what would a lonesome old man like me do in that cabin today?"
Kawalsky shrugged. "I liked it... Hey, are you still working for this charity... What the hell?"
Charles had just noticed something strange afar in the sky. Jack looked in the same direction. Something burning was falling. It crashed somewhere not far away from Jack's and Charles's spot.
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"When you invited me to go fishing, I didn't expect we'd witness a crash," Kawalsky said, following his friend throughout the forrest.
Jack was holding a torch and a first aid kit. Charles was holding a rifle, just in case. They arrived at the crash site and stood behind trees for a moment, utterly confused. What they thought to be a plane burning destroyed trees when it crashed. However, the plane turned out not to be a plane, but a... flying machine they had never seen before.
Jack tilted his head. "Uh, Charles, do you see what I see?" he asked, keeping his attention on the machine.
"If you're talking about that pyramid-shape machine in front of us, then, yes, I see it," Kawalsky said, still looking at the object.
"Okay, just wanted to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. What the hell is that?"
"Have no idea..."
The two retired men jumped when the door of the ship opened. Jack walked to it.
"Jack!" Charles whispered vividly, afraid of his friend's idea. Nevertheless, he followed him, readying the rifle.
Jack didn't need to use the torch as there was light inside of what looked like a cockpit. There were sparks and smoke from some parts of the cockpit for a brief moment. Jack saw the pilot, male, in his seat, and came to him. He put the torch and the first aid kit on the floor to check the pilot. The poor guy was wounded at the head, the waist, the right leg, and the right arm. He was also dressed in clothes Jack had never seen. Though he was in a bad shape, the man opened his eyes and saw Jack checking his pulse.
"Don't move, I'm here to help. My name is Jack."
The pilot grasped Jack's forearm and looked him in the eye. "I'm Martouf, from the Tok'ra... Your planet is in great danger... The Goa'uld... They're coming..." Martouf ignored the pain and took a small metallic sphere out of a pocket belt. The sphere was a little bigger than a stress ball and flat at a part so it could be placed on a table without rolling. "Please… watch…" Martouf pressed a part of the object and handed it to Jack before he fainted.
Jack held the sphere, the flat part in his hand. The small ball emitted a hologram from the opposite side of the base. Jack and Charles watched, troubled, the beginning of a video tape. The image of Martouf appeared and started, "People of the Tau'ri. If you see this message, it means that I can no longer tell you in person. I hope that I can give you enough information before it's too late…"