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 21]

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Jack O'Neill did not want to be here.

Heck, he probably shouldn't be here right now, considering he still hadn't made too much progress with his psychiatrist since the Incident and its aftermath, but there was no one else in the know who could be called on fast enough and who had the special ops training needed to extract an away team in a dangerous situation. Even better, he was less likely to ask questions when he was given control of a medium sized case by the General, being told firmly that he would know how to set it off once everyone they could save was out.

(Colonel Williams had made him swear to get his brother out no matter what, hopefully before he tried something stupid like taking on the hostiles singlehandedly. The worst part was that the man hadn't been joking at all.)

And oh, he'd tried! His squad had stepped through with guns up after throwing through a frag grenade, finishing off the two who had been guarding the ring when it'd activated again, dragging the larger case through with them. They'd gotten the drop on the other two who'd been on guard further in, piercing shots tearing through the weak spots in the armor and denting the stronger ones.

And, miracle of miracles, Colonel Jones and his away team had arrived soon after, looking as geared up as Command did as they described the ship and the information they'd gotten from the locals.

What should have happened, after confirming all of the pyramid team had been captured, was for the away team to hand over the coordinates back to Earth, press them into the local Dial Home Device, and get all of these people home before setting off the (yes, he'd checked, and he still couldn't believe it) nuke in order to prevent the aliens from using it again… hopefully, anyways.

Of course, the other Colonel had screwed all that up by not only not knowing the address, but looking between the assault team, the nuke, and O'Neill before grinning sharply.

"I think I have a plan."

Which was why, after dealing with the alien coming down to check in on the others down here, Jack, Jones, and their respective teams were now inside the alien spacecraft, making their way down the hall as quietly as they could while taking out the guards who got in the way.

(Side note: These guys had aliens in their gut. Vicious little snake things; Nelson was lucky Jones had caught it before it'd leapt from the corpse of one of the guards with less stomach plating, smashing it under his heel.

He'd muttered something about parasites, but had started directing them onward before Jack could ask what he meant by that.)

They stopped at a fork in the path, the bomb crate being set down briefly so that the two hauling it could shake out their arms.

"If I were designing a ship, where would I put the prison block?" Jones muttered, shifting his head back and forth just enough to give each a considering look.

"I'm no alien overlord, but I'd suspect somewhere they could open up the airlocks in case the prisoners started getting unruly," Jack replied, his snark underlined with his exhaustion at the mission he hadn't signed up for but hadn't fought too hard against, because in the end he'd have done the same in Jones' shoes if he could.

"Just what I was thinking," The other man nodded, tapping his fingers against his weapon. "Too bad they don't have maps of the place or at least windows; makes it harder to tell which way is in or out."

Jack hummed, giving the halls his own lookover. There didn't seem to really be too much of a difference either way, which meant the only way they could really be sure they'd find their people in time and get the bomb set up to go off after everyone had escaped would be to- "Split up, then?"

"How're we dividing men?" Jones asked in turn. "Keeping our own squads, or splitting up men so each of us have some heavy hitters?"

"Second one," Jack replied. "We'll need to stow the bomb and come back for it later, since neither team can protect it on their own."

"Where, though?" The other colonel wondered, turning around to examine their surroundings before gesturing towards a recessed doorway. He stepped over, pressing a hand to the panel next to it and sighing in relief when the door opened to reveal what appeared to be a cargo room with no guards in sight. "In here look good?"

"Perfect," Jack nodded for two to the others to pick up the bomb crate and carry it in, tucking it behind some of the odd crates and barrels to avoid anyone accidentally peering inside and noticing the out of place container before retreating and shutting it behind them. "Who's on your team?"

"I'll take Dr. Sutters and whichever three of your men you're willing to send with."

Jack nodded, glancing between his team before deciding. "Nelson, Hill, Nguyen, go with him. The rest of you with me. We'll take the left hall. Stay in contact - we don't need to lose anyone else to this rescue mission."

"Call in if you find them, O'Neill." Jones hiked his weapon, his team coming to stand next to him.

"Same to you, Jones," Jack nodded back. "Good luck."

"Back at you." And then there were five, Jones taking his team down the right hall and out of sight, steps as quiet as they could manage.

Jack's own team met more resistance as they went along; apparently word had gotten out about invaders (possibly from the change in lighting, possibly from the crackling shouts over whatever intercom system the ship had, fuck, maybe over alien carrier pigeon, who could tell?), and though they were handling the waves so far, he had a sinking feeling that unless they found the others fast and made a break for it, they might end up being overwhelmed, especially if they started running low on ammo.

Right after finishing off another squad of enemies, Jack held up a hand, having heard something down the hall. It didn't sound like the metal footsteps he was getting familiar with, and there seemed to be way more than the last group-

"Hold fire," Jack whispered, signalling with his hand to lower their weapons slightly just in case. He frowned as he heard what sounded like those staff weapons go off again down the hallway a bit more, right before the first of the missing soldiers turned the corner, shock and then relief spreading across his unmasked face as he lowered his stolen weapon.

"Colonel O'Neill?" The man - Brown, he was on Heliopolis as well, Jack recalled - raised a hand in greeting, the stolen armor he was wearing making him look small.

"Brown," He replied, watching as the missing civilians started coming around the corner in a light sprint, all missing their masks, soaked through most of their clothing, and looking immensely relieved at the sight of his retrieval team. "You broke out?"

"Yessir," The man saluted after he had jogged over to join them, glancing back at the rest of the group. "We wanted to get the civvies out since we weren't sure when backup was coming-" -or if, was left unmentioned. "When most of the guards left, we took the chance to break out ourselves. Thanks for the distraction, by the way."

"You can thank Jones for that," Jack replied, counting the people that had joined them before frowning. "You're down three."

Brown nodded solemnly. "Danson, Ferretti, and Reilly went the other way with the best of the armor and weapons we could scrounge. They're trying to do as much damage to the ship and draw attention away from you guys as possible."

"Damnit," Jack swore, wishing for once he'd have an easier job of getting people to stick together. "I'll go after them with Torres and Cooper; the rest of you, follow Reed and Bell back to the transporter, understood?"

"Yes, colonel!" Brown saluted again, turning to the civilians and directing their attention to the two soldiers in question, their group making their way back to where they'd entered from while Jack and his two men made their way as quickly as possible down the hall they'd just deserted. The bodies of the enemy were lying against the floor, none of them so much as twitching, even as they passed the open grates in the floor that must have been the holding cells.

Part of him wanted to radio in and let Jones know the others had been found, but held back if only because he wasn't sure if that'd distract him at a crucial moment. He'd let the other colonel know of their success once he called in himself.

(Covert ops could be extremely annoying like that sometimes.)

For now, there were a few hotheaded, self sacrificing idiots to rescue and get out of this anthill of a mountain.

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AN: Bit of a filler chapter, I suppose, but it accomplished the things I needed for the plot to progress on this end of things. Gonna get into some other things around Abydos and Earth before coming back, but hopefully you'll enjoy what I have planned as he make our way through the rest of the film.

To note: It's been three months or so since Jack's son Charlie died, and two months since his wife divorced him due to them being unable to handle the stress of it all. He's been seeing people provided by the military to help, but he's not quite back to the cheerful guy we see in the series yet – that will only be a few years down the way (or at least a few more months to handle it better).

Let's see... I have a rough estimate of maybe eight to ten more chapters? Though it's hard to say when the characters and plot sometimes take their own path through the events of the movie, not to mention how I change things up here and there so that they make more sense in real world (laughs) terms. Then I have one more main arc planned, and then...

Well, we'll see.