"This is an opportunity of a life time." Dr. Daniel Jackson said arguing his point to General Hammond. They were sitting in the briefing room, discussing whether or not it would be worth it to go back to P3X-779, a planet that had just been classified as hostile.
"I realize this Dr. Jackson, but I will not risk a team just to look at some ruins, no matter how important they are, and that is final."
"But General we cou-"
"I said it is final." General Hammond replied, slightly raising his voice to be heard through the over anxious archeologist. "Now, I want SG-1 to accompany SG-7 to P3X-8Fo-"
Sirens blared as red lights started to flash. Walter's voice came over the intercom. "Unidentified object materializing the gate room. I repeat, unidentified object materializing in the gate room."
General Hammond, Jack O'Neill, and the rest of SG-1, bolted out of their seats and went strait to the control room. "What is it?" Hammond asked as he looked out of the window to see something large and rectangular in shape starting to form about seven feet from the stargate. It had a flashing light on the top and made the strangest noise.
"No idea sir." Walter replied while fiddling with the computer in front of him. "The noise and flashing light appeared a minute ago, the actual object just started to materialize soon after."
Armed men ran into the embarkment room carrying shields in front of them and took position. The men in the control room stood transfixed as the object finally solidified and the strange noise stopped.
"Is that a blue police call box?" Major Samantha Carter asked in disbelief.
"Well, never seen that before." Colonel O'Neill quipped in.
"Dr. Jackson, what do you make of this?" Hammond said, turning to the much younger man beside him, who at the moment had his mouth hanging open.
"I haven't the slightest clue?" He replied after a few attempts to get his mouth working.
Bending down to the mic, General Hammond spoke to the troops in the room below him. "Do not, repeat, do not open fire until it is confirmed if whatever that is, or what inside it, is hostile."
The men in the embarkment room stood on edge as the waited quietly for some sort of activity. Their hands tightened upon their guns as each minute passed. Various horrific scenarios ran through everyone's mind until finally there was movement. But whatever they were expecting, it was nothing compared to what came out of the doors of the blue police call box.