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 30]

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Teryl Rothery was familiar with looking after injured soldiers, having been a military doctor for just shy of ten years at this point. Since she'd been hired onto the Giza Project (actually, the Stargate Program after Dr. Jackson's contributions to the success of the Abydos mission), she'd seen many of the same injuries as those on any home soil base, leaving her feeling comfortable even with the massive shift in her life the move from California had taken on her.

Even hundreds of lightyears from home, combat situations never really changed.

Right now, though, she was on the team tasked with keeping their newly acquired prisoners alive, if entirely displeased with their current situation. She wasn't versed in the language like Dr. Jackson and a few other people on base (now expanding as people and supplies were moved around in order to take advantage of their new offworld location), but she'd been told enough to understand that these were the same sort of religious fanatics that one could find in any other religion on Earth.

It made their stubborn refusal to speak to anyone more understandable, along with their refusal to touch the food or drink provided to them. They… seemed to be avoiding any nasty side effects so far, but until the medical team could get reliable blood samples (those from the dead were showing odd anomalies no one could explain quite yet) and actually test them for disease, there was no way to be sure until they started exhibiting symptoms or just fell over dead.

That is to say, if they were even human. Their physiology was certainly similar enough, and the aliens had had humans under their control for at least ten thousand years, but if they just made that assumption and then found out they were just very convincing aliens in truth, then things would be far more awkward. After all, similar things had happened on Earth with wildly divergent species developing to look a lot like each other, so who was to say the universe hadn't decided to play a joke like that on them?

Teryl shook her head, deciding pulling all nighters in order to make sure all of her reports on their progress or lack of progress were written out clearly enough for the new general of the base was probably not the best idea, but she'd gotten them done, so maybe she would get a break after everything had started settling into a routine again.

(Maybe she should have taken on a more relaxing job, like that one position she'd been offered in the middle east right before this one.)

Not that this wasn't ultimately an amazing opportunity, but having to be one of the ones literally inventing the book on offworld medical policy made the whole thing a bit less glamorous than what any future textbooks would say about it.

Sighing, she put the last of her notes down, wishing she was done but still having one more task for the day before she was allowed to break for dinner and then head home.

Thankfully, her destination was only a few rooms down, though it took time to don the sterile face mask, gloves, and boot covers that would protect the important corpses inside from too much more exposure to bacteria and other contaminants. They hadn't yet gotten permission to run a full series of tests on the bodies, though her report would probably fix that, meaning for now they were, to make a terrible pun, chilling for a while.

She was the only one in there right now - she'd come a bit early to the meeting to help prepare for the autopsy once it was approved, mostly to get away from the paperwork and partially because she hadn't really had a chance to examine the bodies brought back by the Abydos mission yet.

They'd been separated into two groups - those killed by conventional gunfire, and those killed by those energy weapons that had the engineers all abuzz, ready to take them apart and figure out what made them tick. Teryl had no doubts that at least a few of the proposed redesigns for the weapons would look like blasters from half a dozen science fiction movies, simply because they could.

Walking over to the former group's beds, she pulled the dark sheet away, carefully scrutinizing the body as it was revealed. The bullet wounds themselves were obvious, if a bit smaller than she remembered those of the caliber the team had been using generally were. Going further, she paused, looking down at the x-shaped incision on the middle of the belly.

It wasn't a fresh wound either - the skin around the edges was smooth, making it look natural enough that she wondered if the man might not have been born with it, or at least gotten it at a young age. But for what purpose?

SHe didn't think much about pressing a finger to the skin, finding some resistance until she reached the divide itself, which gave way to reveal it wasn't just an unusual scar - it was an opening. Some sort of pouch? For what purpose, though? And did that mean they weren't human after all, or was that just to sort of thing Ra's species was capable of?

She leaned closer, using her finger to press back to flap a bit further to see if she could peer inside, but quickly met resistance, and she pulled back quickly. Maybe it was just a very deliberate scar then; either way, she'd learn more in the following days.

She turned her back on the body, intending to clean off the glove she'd pressed into the corpse, which probably wasn't the best idea when she'd failed to properly cover it back up.

She didn't really have time to realize it was a mistake, though, because the snake-like symbiote had taken the intrusion as sign of an opportunity, and didn't hesitate in making the relatively short jump from nest to host.

Thus, Teryl Rothery ceased to be, and Apepmose awoke properly for the first time.

'Too soon,' was its first thought once it'd fully integrated itself into the brain, it's precisely engineered form instantly sending out the tiny bursts of electricity that would allow it to access the neural pathways that made up the human brain. Memories were, after all, just a series of chemical and electrical alterations to the brain cells and the connections between them, accessible to any creature with the capability of understanding such signals intuitively.

However, with its awareness came the quick calculation of its own age, along with the half-there memories that told it it wasn't fully mature yet; at least another fifty years by this planet's standards should have passed before it considered leaving its protector's pouch. It was weaker than an adult still, more vulnerable, and - it shot another burst out, drawing in more memories - the humans here had already proven hostile, seeing as they were the reason its guard was now dead.

How dare mere slaves treat their overlords like this? Only… these weren't slaves, not yet anyways, and how its progenitor, or indeed any of the goa'uld, had missed them was hard to believe, but that could easily be fixed once it escaped and reported it to the System Lords. Oh yes, it would be greatly rewarded for such a prize, perhaps enough to be given its own slaves and guards despite its youth.

However, that meant escaping first, and Apepmose knew that the people here would not willingly submit to it no matter what it threatened. Thankfully, it didn't need to rely on mere slave fodder, for much more useful - and willing - protection was just down the hall from here. How to get them out, though?

The symbiote unconsciously copied its body's natural 'thinking' pose, pressing a gloved thumb to her frown as it thought. Due to its immaturity, not all of the genetic memories passed down from its progenitor had set in, leaving it bereft of quite a bit of the knowledge that might have assisted it in this matter.

Its host, however, ended up having just the knowledge - and the training - it needed. Perhaps there was a use for a 'weaker' body, after all; no one would consider 'Teryl' to be a potential infiltrator, especially since she was well liked among these humans. All it really needed was one opportunity, one chance to break the guards free to protect it while it put in one of the addresses it 'knew' in order to get itself back to their proper place in the universe.

On top.

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AN: Aaaaaaaaaaand if anyone at all was surprised by this plot twist I hinted at last chapter, don't be, because I mean I /did/ bring it up a lot in Abydos and I had Alfred get the warning specifically, so obviously I had to follow through! The name of the woman is Janet Fraiser's actress, while the goa'uld is something I tossed together myself based on other names I saw.

To note, my goa'uld are gonna be a bit different from the series – no glowy eyes, for one, because it simply never made sense in any context I could think of tbh. Second, I decided their memory access worked by basically infiltrating the brain's communication system and basically making sure IT sends commands out instead, which also has the side effect of 'suppressing' the primary consciousness.

Finally, I decided that the larva take about two hundred or so years to mature in their pouches, which will in this 'verse about match the average lifespan of a Jaffa. So basically a Jaffa will have the same goa'uld from birth to death, wherein the mature larva will be taken and given a host. Since all Jaffa have symbiotes throughout sexual maturity, their legacy of immune disorders makes a heck of a ton of sense.