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 33]

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Lieutenant General George Samuel Hammond, newly promoted to his position as Commander of Stargate Command, was not having a very good day. With his elbows on his desk and his hands clasped in front of his face, he went over all the news, good and bad, that had been trickling into his office via radio since this mess had started.

What sort of luck did one have to have in order to have a prison break only two weeks into the job? If it hadn't been so serious, he might've laughed about it with Wallace later over drinks. Sadly, his old friend was busy working with the president to put together Homeworld Security, while he was stuck here with a defector and six alien fanatics running roughshod over his own troops because none of them were able to get clean shots without risking Dr. Rothery and Dr. McKay's lives.

He looked to the direction of the Stargate room, knowing already that he couldn't do a thing to keep them from accessing it. Maybe if Dr. McKay hadn't been with them, he could have ordered the gate dropped and the power pulled, but a prisoner, especially one as valuable to the program as the Canadian, changed the rules, as he refused to let a man die if he could prevent it.

(He quietly acknowledged it wouldn't have even been an issue with West, due to the man putting the end before the means. But, he also acknowledged, there was a reason he was in direct command of the SGC now and not him.

He just wished that reason wouldn't turn out to be a flaw instead of a benefit.)

As if to make things even more difficult, he couldn't even get in contact with America, who would have been able to not only verify whether Dr. Rothery was doing this of her own free will or not, but also disable her and her guard provided a few level headed soldiers and the right moment. Not even his emergency contacts to the President, Virginia, or Canada had managed to locate him, which could have meant a lot of things, but in that moment meant he was effectively on his own, with what limited resources and information he had.

Two of those resources were in the room with him now, thinking over the situation from their own angles. Colonel O'Neill, stone faced and rigidly posed, was likely calculating the odds of various ambushes and tactics to bring down the squad without too much injury to Dr. McKay, while Captain Carter was biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as she minutely shifted on her feet, more than likely worried about the odds of being able to chase after the group should they successfully dial out.

"Sir, if you give me Danson, Reilley, Ferretti, and a few of the extra staves, and I can-"

"Denied, Colonel," Hammond cut off, seeing where the plan and going and wishing he could authorize it. "Unless you can guarantee me you'd be able to knock them all out before they kill Doctors McKay and Rothery, I'm not sending you after them. They've already taken out several dozen soldiers, and we can't afford to lose your experience right now."

"Sir, what if they brought flash grenades?" The captain asked. "It'd stun the guards long enough for the colonel and his team to take them out provided that whatever let them recover from being stunned doesn't also work for those…"

Hammond glanced back to O'Neill just in time for the man's reply of, "That won't work; not only will Dr. McKay probably fail to realize what it is in time to cover himself, those are the same enemies we pulled that trick on before - they'll probably be expecting it and have those head masks of their filter it. Not to mention if Dr. Rothery has gone traitor-"

"She's not a traitor!" Carter shot back, looking very much like she wished she could provide a solid defense while also acknowledging she had no actual evidence at the time.

"She might be, or she might not be," O'Neill replied shortly. "It's possible that the same sort of being that was posing as Ra might be at work here too, especially if she or it's won over the loyalty of those fanatics so quickly. We don't know what information is available to them, and so we have to assume they have knowledge of anything and everything Dr. Rothery might know about our tactics and responses."

The captain nodded slowly in acknowledgement, brow furrowing as she thought hard. "They haven't gone near the testing labs… there's a chance the staves we were working on could be overcharged to provide an area stun, though they'd almost definitely burn out after that. You'd get one, maybe two shots at most from them, but if they're bunched up…"

"How long would it take you to make those modifications?" The general asked, drawing both of their attentions back to him.

"Maybe ten minutes with the help of whoever's still in the lab, sir," She replied close to instantly. "Between all of us, we've already identified the main regions corresponding with power draw, so all we'd have to do is reassemble them without the limiters in place."

"Colonel?"

O'Neill frowned but nodded. "The best time to get them would be when they're attempting to go through the gate; the ramp's a good bottleneck, and there's no way they can get out of formation fast enough after they pass through the gate if we launch it through after them. Would Dr. Rothery know about your ability to modify the staves?"

"No, sir, I would've been telling her about it over dinner, but…"

"Then that's an advantage we still have," Hammond noted, glad for the first sign of a plan they'd had since the situation had begun. "You have your mission."

The two saluted before turning to leave his office with all due haste, leaving Hammond behind to pray that this haphazard stunt would work out.

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Daniel Jackson, meanwhile, was in a bit of a bind. He'd been on his way to deliver his reports on the translations efforts of the Abydonian language samples from both the pyramid and the city when the alarm had gone off, too far to go back to his offices or the archaeological / anthropological wing and too far to make the rest of the run to the general's office, especially since an emergency would mean that he was too busy to put up with a civilian huddling inside.

The problem was deftly solved when the first wave of soldiers rushing to report to their stations all but shoved him into the closest doorway, closing him in with what turned out to be the physics and engineering section based on the half-disassembled weapons all over the countertops. With a sigh he set down his folders on a clear part of the nearest table, pulling up his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose before he put them back and prepared for a long wait.

He didn't even have anyone to speak to to pass the time; it seemed that whoever worked in here had been out on break when the alarms had gone off, and were probably stuck in various labs around the base much like he was now. What they would've talked about, he wasn't sure, but it would've broken the silence.

He didn't have much time to wait, however; by the time he'd realized the footsteps running closer to the lab were coming for it instead of going past, the door was already being shoved open, Colonel O'Neill leading his squad in with a determined scowl in place.

"What the hell, Carter, I thought you said there'd be people here," He spoke, looking around the nearly empty room closely, as if he could find the missing scientists through determination.

"I didn't think they'd take an early break, sir," One of the others - Dr. Carter, wasn't it? - replied somewhat sheepishly, the woman stepping further into the room before glancing to him from the corner of her eye. "Dr. Jackson?"

"Uh, hi?" He replied, wincing slightly at the attention of all five people who'd joined him and mentally wishing he hadn't tempted fate by asking for company. "I sort of got shoved in here by one of the other soldiers, so…"

O'Neill snorted, turning back to Carter. "Right, just tell us how to put these together and we'll get it done."

"Do you see the small black rings set to the side of the staves?"

O'Neill and the other men stepped over to different tables. "Yeah?"

"Those are the control modules. They're what we're leaving out."

"Right, leave them alone," The colonel nodded, setting his own back down while looking over the rest of the staves.

"Um, can someone at least let me know what's going on out there?"

Dr. Carter glanced to him after telling the soldiers the next two steps of the makeshift reassembly process. "Sir?"

"Prisoners got loose, captured some noncombatants, and are going for the gate. We're going to keep them from leaving," O'Neill replied, focused on putting the pieces of the staff back into place. "Shit, did I do this wrong?"

"No sir, the wafer would have been keeping that steady at this point, just keep going and it'll be fine," Dr. Carter replied. "Also, sir?"

"Yeah, Carter?"

"Dr. Jackson can speak the Abydonian language, can't he?"

Danial would have been more offended at being referenced in the third person if he hadn't suddenly gotten thoughtful attention from the colonel for it. "I'm... fairly good with it at this point, though I'm still shaky on some of the grammar changes I've had to relearn from the natives."

O'Neill glanced back to his men and to Dr. Carter before looking back to the archaeologist. "Do you think you'd be able to tell those guards to stand down once we have them captured again?"

"Well, sure," He replied. "Whether they'd listen is something else entirely…"

"Don't worry, we've got that part covered," The colonel nodded to the staves, slotting the last pieces into place on Carter's direction. "Right, who's ready to knock these fanatics for a loop or three?"

Daniel wondered whether or not he was getting in over his head again even as he was led right back out of the room, trailing behind the group of soldiers and their modified staves. Then again, trouble seemed to be the one coming to him, not the other way around, so perhaps he was just unlucky.

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AN: No one seems to be having a good day, do they? But I guess thats what happens when an alien parasite takes over one of your people and tries to make a break for it through your military base.

Question of the day is, which sg1 character is your favorite, and why? (Can be anyone from the series, not just the main cast.)