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 26]
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Jack lowered his borrowed weapon to look up at the ship that looked like it was preparing to take off, swearing when he realized that there would be no way to stop the self-proclaimed god from leaving and bringing back reinforcements to reclaim this planet and then attack Earth once he was done. To his left, Jones swore as well, looking like he also knew how screwed they were once the being was gone.
"You have any idea what to do?" The other colonel asked after a moment.
"Nada, unless the locals have some sort of hidden spaceship or giant gun to shoot the thing down," Jack replied, groaning. "This situation is way beyond my paygrade now."
"When we get out of this alive, I'll try to make sure everyone's compensated," Jones muttered, shaking his head as they turned to see the clean up of the guards abandoned by Ra to the local's revolutionary wrath. A flash of pale skin among them drew his attention, and a few seconds allowed him to recognize Dr. Jackson, the head of the archaeology team assigned here and their ticket out of here.
"Colonel Jones! Colonel O'Neill," The man greeted both of them, still wearing his facemask as he ran up, a few of the locals at his side.
"Dr. Jackson," Jones nodded back, grinning. "You're a sight for sore eyes. Thanks for the backup; wasn't expecting the locals to step in, but it helped a lot."
"Ah, I'm not really the one to blame, I think," He apologized, ducking his head as he glanced to the young man who was barely even an adult by Jack's standards. "Skaara here was the one who followed you guys to the pyramid and watched you fight off one of Ra's guards. He and his friends came back and told everyone, and with the chief out of commission due to injury his daughter decided to go along with the people and, well,"
"Stage a revolution?" Jones replied, sounding far too amused with what could have been a tragic situation if they hadn't been so damned lucky with the would-be god's arrogance. "Sounds like you had fun then."
"If you want to see it that way, sir," Jackson replied dryly. "What happened with you guys? I'm surprised Command sent in more people so quickly."
Jack figured it'd be safe to explain quickly, even as the hum of the ship overhead started to drown him out. "One of the soldiers - Private Danson - was able to hide from Ra's guards long enough to get a message back to Command about the would-be God who'd shown up and captured the rest of the away team."
"Ra?" Jackson's eyes widened, hand reaching up to his throat before it dropped. Hmm, something to ask about after they figured out a way to stop the ship from leaving.
"That's what he called himself; wasn't any sort of god I would ever worship, though. General West called me out of bedrest and got me the best men and gear he could get on short notice, handed me a huge bomb, and told me to evacuate everyone and blow it up behind us so that alien god and his followers couldn't follow us."
"Wait," Jones interrupted, eyes wide suddenly. "Has Ra sent that back through the gate yet?"
"...shit," Jack swore, raising his voice to be heard by the other soldiers. "Men, we need to get back into the pyramid ASAP - Ra's goons might still be planning on sending that parting gift of ours back, and I don't fancy heading home to find it a crater."
"What do you need me to do?" Jackson asked, frowning.
"Tell the locals to get as far from here as they can - if this thing detonates here, this entire area is gonna be uninhabitable really fast." Jack readjusted his grip on his weapon, gesturing for the soldiers to follow him before running inside, Jones right besides him.
Even with the crush of time against them, Jack was still glad to see the men thinking and moving quietly instead of running in as fast as possible. Hopefully the guards in here wouldn't realize what had happened outside and could thus be ambushed, hopefully before they activated the gate, or at least before they were able to send the bomb back through.
For once luck was on their side - the four with the crate were all turned away, three guarding the ring while the last messed with the weird platform which looked like an intact version of the one in Heliopolis, which hadn't been there when he'd first arrived. Perhaps it'd been hidden in that alcove that was now open? Neat trick.
That was not his worry however. After gesturing for the soldiers with staves to take position (he'd handed his own back over to Danson, who looked pleased to have a weapon again), he counted down from three with his fingers, finally slashing his hand to get them to fire, all four going down and two almost certainly dead due to the two lights smashing into them at once.
If it wasn't for the stupid long cooldown and the fact that magic shooting staves looked ridiculous and sounded even more so, Jack would certainly have volunteered to be one of the first to try out the ones Command would probably try to recreate once these babies were handed over to them. Maybe they could be turned into phasers like in Star Trek, that'd be much more satisfying.
The increased rumbling from outside reminded them their victory was short lived, the colonels exchanging looks as they realized time was up and that Ra's ship had finally charged up enough to start leaving the planet.
Jones glanced between him and the bomb, then to the fallen soldiers, and turned back to him with a downright evil grin. "I think I have an idea."
"Where have I heard that before?" Jack asked, recognizing the same scenario from a mere few hours ago.
Jones laughed. "You think that ship's out of the range of those teleportation rings?"
Jack looked to the bomb, up to the ceiling, and back to Jones before grinning just as widely. "Let's find out, shall we?"
The two of them along with another two soldiers hauled up the crate again, feeling impossibly light (probably from the adrenaline pumping through them all as the realization that they were this close to atomization crossed all their minds) as they hauled it back up the ramp from the gate to the front hall with the transporter. Dropping it off in the middle, Jones walked over and purposefully slapped his hand against the activation button, grinning when the rings descended and carried the crate away in a flash of light.
"Who wants to see the fireworks?" Jones asked, and none of them needed to say anything as they all ran outside, seeing that the locals had thankfully left the immediate area, though how far they were at this point was hard to say with a group that large. The ship, once a monster towering over them, was only a faint dot in the sky, receding further into the dawn with every second that passed until it vanished entirely.
Less than thirty seconds after that, a second sun lit the sky briefly, the full force of the nuke appearing to successfully tear the ship apart if the amount of energy visible was any indication. Probably ignited all the fuel in there at once if he guessed right.
In the distance he could hear the crescendo of cheers as the locals appeared to realize that there was only one explanation for the even now dimming light that had failed to overtake the world's true sun, an almost fitting tribute to their newfound freedom from the menace for multiple reasons.
"Never thought I'd be the one to liberate an entire planet and defeat an alien god." Jack finally decided, allowing himself to relax at last now that the danger seemed to have passed at last.
"You're telling me," Jones replied, lowering his hand from where he'd been covering his eyes to watch the explosion fade away entirely. "This is gonna make for a real interesting report if my brother doesn't murder me for dying first."
"Hey, you survived death once, I'm sure you'll be fine," Jack joked, recalling what he'd overheard from the doorway before attacking.
"Yeah, but that was just a god. My brother's way more creative than that."
For some reason that statement and the petulant, accepting tone was absolutely hilarious, and for the first time since he'd lost his family he found himself laughing long and hard, almost doubled over and completely missing the return of the locals and the small yet satisfied smile on Jones' face before he turned to greet them.
For now, everything was alright, and that was more than worth celebrating at this point.
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AN: So this sort of wraps up the events of the movie! Not too bad for someone who's mostly writing the parallel events from memory and a few scenes being rewatched early on. And yes, if you didn't catch it, I didn't have Ra redeploy his fighters to get shot down so SGC would have space travel – I'm think that reward will have to wait for later, esp since it'll take them a while to get through enough Heliopolis data to actually start making good use of it on that front.
Also this was a good way to give Jack a bit of progress away from his stresses and put him on the path to the snarky guy we love in the series, although I will certainly not forget them when it'll be convenient to the plot. Alfred's done good, though, so that's a small consolation to tide him over considering what's coming for him in the immediate future.
