The team stood in the middle of the field. The moonlight lit the grass to a dark green, making the shadows of the tree-line meld into the grass. The moons were still in the same place, the stars twinkling. The tree's swayed to a gentle breeze, the quiet wind rushing through the grasses. Sheppard turned to where Havoc used to be. There was nothing left but a scorch mark.
"Where did Havoc go?" John asked, looking around. Teyla looked over her shoulder and glanced at the ground. She gasped and turned. Rodney looked in the distance. He pulled out the digital binoculars and looked through them. His mouth hung open and passed the bino's to Sheppard, pointing at the top of the treed hill, right around where the Stargate was. There was a red dome of light rushing down the hill toward them, parting the tops of the trees. It was speeding up gradually. At its rate of speed, it would be on top of them in seven minutes.
"What the hell is it?" John asked.
"Something tells me Havoc has something to do with this…" Ronon growled.
"Now why do you care about that abomination…?" A voice said behind them. The team turned, guns drawn.
Their guns were wrenched out of their hands and holsters. A silhouette figure stood over them. It was outlined like a woman with long hair, but it was like the woman had no details on her figure; like she was made of pure shadows. Their guns floated behind her. Ronon took a step, and strands of shadow came from this "shadow-being" and pinned them together, keeping their arms to their sides. More shadow people grew out of the ground. The woman spoke.
"Why do you trust that freak? He would love to kill you all in you sleep…"
"If he was going to kill us, he would of. He pledged an allegiance!" Rodney yelled. "His… evil side was taken care of…" The shadow tilted its head.
"Ah… Chaya Sar… she will indeed pay for taking our weapon from us." It said. Sheppard snarled and tried to move. The shadow ropes bound tighter. Ronon spoke.
"We trusted him because of his power and that one does not alienate a friend!" Ronon growled. The shadow laughed.
"He is a weapon and nothing more."
Everyone froze. They could hear music coming from the trees. The crimson light had made its way down to the bottom of the hill. The tree's parted and what looked like a giant saw blade of energy rocketed on the ground towards them. Molly Hatchett's "Flirting with Disaster" blasted from it. The giant wheel burst by and hacked through some of the shadow people. When the wheel thundered by the team saw what it was.
It was actually the Stargate itself, rolling like a wheel over the ground. Havoc was standing in the middle, like a skateboarder, feet sideways, metal boots grinding on the inside ring of the gate like a skater. Red saw blades of energy lined the outside of the Gate. Havoc had his portable computer attached to the side of his vest. He was laughing like a maniac, a wicked smile on his face. Only Havoc would think to use the Stargate like a weapon.
The music died out and the "Saw-Gate" whipped around and sawed its way back to the team. The shadow people screamed in pain and fled. The Gate spun past them and rocketed through more hostiles. Havoc jumped from the Gate and stepped to the team.
"Where did you go?" Teyla asked, eyes following the Gate. It spun around on its own and started out on its third run. Havoc tapped his head. A light flashed in his eyes and he gripped the ropes. He struggled to pull the ropes apart. Teyla tried to help, but the ropes were too stiff. Sheppard was going to say something, but Havoc's arm's muscles tensed up and burst the sleeves open. The nano-bots were rippling and pulsating. His veins popped out. His eyes were whitened out.
The shadows burst apart and the team actually flew back a foot. Havoc's yes rolled back.
"God damn. Those freaks are tough. Are you sure five percent was enough?" Havoc asked the air. A voice came from somewhere on his left.
"Shut up, runt. Did you or did you not defeat them?"
"Whatever. Next time, give me more than five percent."
"Quit yer bitchin', runt."
"What was that?"
"Nothing…"
Havoc shook his head and stepped up. Rodney was staring at the spinning Gate.
"Why the hell did you do that! You didn't need that!" He yelled. Havoc smiled.
"Yeah, but it's much more fun this way."
"Hey, I've got a pretty obvious question…" Ronon asked. "How are you gonna stop the Gate?"
Havoc turned to the Gate. The revolving wheel of naquadah rushed down to the group. Havoc pulled a hand back. If he punched the Gate and stopped it, the blades would cut and break the bones. But Havoc still stood his ground. He waited till the Gate was ten feet away and swung a fist forward. It hit the Gate and there was a thunderous clap. The ground shattered and rocks pelted the group. The Gate froze and fell over. The ground shook. Havoc looked back to them, holding his hand.
"Shit that hurts…"
Everyone jumped when the Gate dialed and began to groan. Havoc was scared. The Gate was facing down. If it was Atlantis or people, they would be smashed. Havoc ran to the side, where the bottom of the Gate was and slashed a hand through the air. A small ditch formed to set the Gate in. He jumped up to the Seventh chevron and gripped the side. His muscles bulged out as he started to slowly lift the 65 ton Gate. Blood came from his arms as they went into overload. The Gate was over his head at an angle. Havoc was yelling in pain as he threw the Gate up. The Stargate fell into the new slot and snapped in place. Havoc looked up.
The seventh chevron was lit and the Gate began to glow. Havoc collapsed backwards as the event horizon rushed out over him. He winced as the vortex retreated, making sure he was still in one piece. He reached up to his chest. A boot crushed down on his ribs. He screamed in pain and looked up. Standing over him, was his brother, Falc'ner.
He now possessed scales instead of skin. His face now resembled a lizard, slanted yellow eyes and diamond pupils. His teeth were fangs. His arms had clawed, three fingered hands. His boots had three claws coming out of the front. He had something else.
He had two huge black wings and a long black tail coming from his back. They were a black to match the scales. He seemed to be radiating evil.
Falc'ner moved his opened hand aimed at Havoc's head. The claws clicked and a ball of light formed at the palm.
"From hell with love, brother…" He said. Falc'ner shot the energy and Havoc's vision cut out.