The Star Gate Program (Hetalia/Stargate SG1 X-Over)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: It was the discovery of the century. A devise older than human civilization, capable of transporting people across the galaxy in an instant. But things have a way of quickly becoming complicated, pushing America and others to their limits as they find themselves embroiled in galactic politics and intrigue throughout the stars.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine. Stargate isn't mine.

Warning: Alterations of the Stargate timeline/canon and Hetalia canon

[Inspired by Stargate Reopened; I recommend reading it if you have the time.]

[Chapter 19]

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"Have you gotten news from the pyramid team yet?"

"No sir, but the storm might not be over where they are quite yet-"

"Right, we're packing up and moving out. If what the local oracle told me means anything, we arrived at a really bad time."

Abigail frowned as she watched the city disappear behind a sand dune, the world eerie with its pre-dawn sky lit only by its three moons and the stars that could withstand their light.

Things had just started to settle down after the freakout by the natives at the apparently culturally significant amulet Daniel had gotten from Dr. Langford back on Earth, his hasty explanations in both English and Egyptian enough to settle most of the ruffled feathers. The young archaeologist had soon after been kidnapped by whom Abigail was just able to puzzle out was the chief's daughter based on how the older man spoke to her, leaving just her and the three soldiers who'd been their envoys to those they'd all believed would be aliens but ended up as something far stranger.

Right when they'd been on course to establishing a basic correspondence between their cultures, the Colonel returned in a twitchy, suppressed panic, spooked by what he'd learned from that important old woman far more than ghost stories could account for.

She held her gun a bit closer, shivering in the desert cold despite the relative warmth of her suit. Abigail Sutters did not believe in spooks, but damn was the current situation convincing her to reconsider.

The storm had come from the direction of the pyramid. There was no way there would still be communication troubles if the city team was in the free and clear, and there was no way the gate team would have pulled out without the away team without at least some warning-

"Daniel's staying behind to pick up more of the native language and obtain the address back to Earth. If something happens to us, he'll at least be able to return and let Command know what happened."

Abigail took a breath, closed her eyes, and released it slowly. Despite the several attempts since their departure to get in contact with the base, nothing had come back but static, which was enough to get everyone on edge and ready for whatever ambush might be waiting. For a brief second she wanted to be back in the city with Daniel waiting for whatever was here to leave, but dismissed it almost right away. Her pappy didn't raise a damn coward, so even if this was gonna end in a mess she'd be damned if she'd let herself be scared off so easily.

(She had to admit though, the huge thing looming over where the pyramid was supposed to be was doing a good job of making her second guess her conviction.)

The soldiers around her shuffled in their seats, turning to look at each other with a sort of weary acceptance that they might just be in over their heads.

Colonel Jones was the only one to stay focused on the alien ship, his entire being radiating a simmering determination she didn't realize the mostly laid back guy could manage; then again, he was in the military, though it was hard to remember sometimes when you were speaking to him.

"I guess Dr. Jackson was right about the pyramids being alien docking pads after all," One of the soldiers muttered, drawing a brief round of tense chuckles from everyone else that failed to actually lighten the mood. None of them wanted to admit to the idea that they were now in well over their heads, because what could their weapons do against beings whose ship stretched almost a mile up into the atmosphere?

"Look, I know things don't look great right now," The colonel spoke up suddenly, turning to glance at them briefly. "But we're all going to get out of this alive, and all of you will be going home to your families, friends, and loved ones before you know it. I swear I'll make sure that happens, alright?"

Abigail wanted nothing more than to believe him and his surprisingly soothing promise, to have faith that this was just another hurdle that could be overcome through manpower, cleverness and perseverance.

(Her pappy didn't raise a fool, though, and only fools and the desperate believed in miracles.

She might have still sent a prayer out, just in case it helped a little.)

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Alex shivered at the cold water seeping up his suit, leaning back against a wall to conserve his strength. It wasn't nearly as cold as any of the lakes he'd jumped into as a kid back in Alberta during the long winters, but compared to the desert he and his team had been in for over a week, it was like ice.

The guards hadn't seemed to care that Barston was dead, throwing his body in with the rest of them after taking all of their facemasks. Maybe they were hoping to instill fear or despair or hopelessness with the tactic, but all it did was leave the survivors tired and angry and looking for a way out.

Unfortunately, that only way so far seemed to be above them, guarded by one of those jackal-headed guards. Kawalsky had tried moving along the walls and floor, tapping for any sort of loose panel or grate, but nothing had shifted and at least allowed some of the water to drain.

(Which, in hindsight, was probably for the better - even if they could escape through such a hole, the guard would definitely notice the sound of water flushing itself down a makeshift drain even if he wasn't too inclined to watching them closely.)

"Do you think the colonel is okay?" Brown asked, holding Freeman up to try and keep the guy who was still knocked out from a mix of the energy blast and a physical blow from one of the guards from drowning.

"Probably, at least for now," Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But I don't think he'll be happy when we don't check in, since the storm's probably long over by now."

"At least he'll be able to get in contact with command," Ferretti groaned, sliding down the slick wall until the water was almost to his chin, rubbing at a black-rimmed eye gingerly. (Another obvious thing: energy staves were still staves, or in other words - blunt weapons.)

"Hopefully he'll have the address from the natives too," Alex nodded, glancing up to grate of the cell again. "So that the extraction team can get him and his people out at least."

"Do you think they'll be able to get through that armor those guards are wearing?" Reilly glanced to the body of Barston with a frown.

"I told them to round up the best armor-piercing rounds they could, and also told them about the weak spots under the shoulders." Alex shrugged. "Short of bringing in artillery, it's the best shot they'll have to getting as many people out of this alive as possible."

"Yeah, everyone except us," Porro snapped.

Alex slammed a fist against the wall to cut the other soldier off. "Yeah, we're POWs right now and it sucks, but we were chosen to come here because we're some of the best at dealing with shit that comes our way and completing the mission anyways."

Brown nodded, frowning as he looked between the rest of them. "Not to mention I wouldn't feel right without at least trying to get the civvies out of here. I think I remember part of the path from here to that teleporter pad of theirs, since they didn't knock me out completely."

"Right, and I'm pretty sure I saw one of the archaeologists thrown into a cell a few down from ours," Reilly added. "We're probably all being kept close together so it's easier to keep an eye on us."

Alex nodded, glancing back up to the guard with sudden interest. "Do you think their armor is resistant to their own staves?"

"Probably," Ferretti replied, though his eyes were also picking up the fringes of a plan. "But they still have those weak spots under the shoulder-"

"And any energy weapon they have can probably damage whatever tech these ships run on as well," Alex mused thoughtfully.

Brown shook his head. "I don't think it'd be easy to get any of the armor off of them in time in be useful, which means we'd all get downed in one or two shots and probably killed off for making a break for it."

"Maybe not for all of us, but three should be possible if we're fast enough."

"Danson, you aren't thinking-" Kawalsky started.

"Two of you stay behind with me and draw them away from the prisons, grabbing what armor and weapons we can handle and fucking up as much around here as possible while you three get the civvies out and to the teleporter. If we have the chance we'll try and follow, but it's more important for as many of us as possible to escape."

"We don't even know if that'll work," Porro frowned. "This ship could have a thousand guards to split between us, and we'll all be dead for nothing."

"Unless a better plan shows itself, I don't see what else we can do," Alex shrugged, giving the man a look. "So are you going to sit there and complain or are you going to help me figure out how we're going to get this done?"

The other men glanced between each other, nodding in unison before turning back to him.

"I'll stick with you," Ferretti stood up from his seat, stepping forward to salute. "I can't think of a better guy to go out in a blaze of glory with."

"Same here," Reilly nodded, grinning despite the situation. "It's a dumb plan, but it's better than anything I have, so I'll roll with it for now."

Brown nodded, shifting to keep Freeman from sliding off his back into the water. "If Freeman here wakes up before the plan starts, he can help provide cover fire for the civvies on our way out. Hopefully they'll know to keep their heads low and pace fast."

Alex nodded, grinning as well. By any stretch it was an incredibly stupid plan, but that might just end up being what made it work.

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AN: Whoops, sorta scooted Skaara to his own chapter because these first two POVs turned out a bit longer than expected. Not to worry, you'll see him (and Sha're! And possibly Kasuf) next chapter, so look forward to that then!

Anyways, yeah, Alex and Abigail are both sort of trying to get themselves out of this huge mess they accidentally drop themselves into. To be fair, it's not like the could have expected aliens to drop from the sky abruptly, since that's not the sort of thing one expects even when traversing through an ancient alien device to other worlds.

Final note – I've started labeling arc names for ease of browsing. I don't know how long I'll extend this fic out for so I want to be sure people can easily find the sections they want/need to look through fasterish.