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 35]
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Of all the things to happen to her since she'd wound up on her rotation between Earth and Heliopolis (and soon to be Abydos once they had the first round of shots prepared to try and stave off the worst of the first constant plagues so common in history - urgh, she was shuddering just thinking about it!), dealing with escaped fanatics and a friendly-turned-traitor was definitely nearing to top of the list of bullshit she had not signed up for.
Janet exhaled sharply as she focused on the task at hand - getting herself and Dr. McKay, along with whoever else was still here, out of immediate danger so whatever rescue team was coming could act without fear of civilian casualties. The hellions would only distract the aliens for a minute or two, and she didn't like the odds of trying to pull the same trick twice.
"How much longer until that back-up arrives?" She asked McKay, frowning when he winced at her light touch. If they got out of this alive, he was going to need a full check-up to see what had been damaged or broken - at the least, his breathing rhythm was off enough to suggest rib fracturing or breakage.
"I don't know," He hissed back, gaze flickering to the still-empty ring. "I was sort of occupied trying not to get killed by those freaks."
Janet swore under her breath, and not just because of the lack of information. "Can you move at all?"
"Yeah, sure, let's just make the walking bruise jossle his insides even more, that sounds like a brilliant plan, Dr. Fraiser."
"It's either that, or the guards capture both of us for siccing the hellions on them."
Dr. McKay looked like he wanted to protest, but swallowed it back, instead replying with, "Please tell me you've got a spot that's not far from here."
Her gaze slid around the room, looking for areas that blocked line of sight from the center, and felt more than thankful for the fact that the debris previously there had been cleared to make room for the supply crates, giving a direct line to the stairs up to an unused corridor with a few rooms they could huddle in.
The stairs might be a problem, but if the gate happened to activate, they might just be able to make it while the guards were distracted. Of course, if that didn't happen soon, the guards would investigate the falling crates, and in the process find them, even if she'd managed to move to a separate set of crates with a hiding spot away from the first stack.
"If we get up the stairs, there's a safe room we can hide in not too far from the gate - we'd still be able to send and receive radio signals."
Dr. McKay's brows shot up as he looked to the stairs, then back to her. "Are you crazy? They'll have almost half a minute to pick us off if we go for that!"
"Then you'd better hope your rescue team gets here fast," She replied, scowling. "And I don't see you coming up with better ideas to get us out of here alive."
"Give me a few minutes- fuck-" He leaned back against the wall, hand pressed to his side while poorly hiding his grit teeth. "Fine, but I'm going on record as saying this is a stupid plan."
He was only spared her reply when the sound of the gate booting up - a wonderfully welcome sound at this point - reached their ears, chevrons locking in one by one despite the lack of sound from the back-up generators that usually preceded a dial out from this side. She risked a peek out from their hiding spot, extremely thankful she'd waited as the guard perhaps ten feet from them was now facing away, allowing her to duck back to safety.
"Ready to go?"
Dr. McKay grimaced but nodded, slowly pushing himself away from the wall. She rose into a crouch, one hand resting against the box while she kept an ear out for what was about to come next-
The woosh of the wormhole being formed, along with the splash of blue light now dancing against the wall, had her ready to grab McKay's wrist and get moving, even if it meant risking further injury for him. However, no other sounds came asides from the quickly approaching boot steps of the other aliens, along with the shouted commands from the traitor.
A sharp bark came from the woman, and several clanks of metal on stone echoed from the center of the room. After nothing happened for a moment, another, less hasty command came, and the guards slowly started to move away from their spot, heading towards the center of the room. Janet risked another peek out, seeing none of them were focused on where they were, and looked back to McKay.
"We're safe; let's get goin-"
She leapt back at the sudden burst of light that blasted through the gateway, leaving the entire room shaking as it impacted and detonated, panicked shouts and metal clattering. Not wanting to risk the crates falling on them, she grabbed him and, despite his protests, all but booked it for the stairs, helping him up the broken portion and pushing him into the first side room in the hall.
"Fuck, woman, give a guy warning next time," He exhaled, slumping back against a large block of debris as he rubbed his wrist.
"You can complain once I'm sure this room won't collapse on us in the next couple of seconds," She shot back, looking up at the ceiling before deciding reluctantly that it didn't look like it was about to crumble, despite the minor shaking still going on. Whatever the scientists had been working on back on Earth, they'd definitely come through, although what damage they'd do in the process remained to be seen.
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"Alright, you're up, Jackson," Jack declared, examining the damage they'd done through the MALP still parked in the corner of the entry room. It'd been left there as an easy way to patch radio through, which was going to prove to be useful in the upcoming negotiations. "They're down four guards, and two of the others are still missing, but we can't wait for them to get back with hostages."
The anthropologist had winced at seeing the damage from the 'improved' staves, but nodded and pressed his button to the transmit button. Only a few of the words were recognizable, those being his name and that of the retitled Stargate Command, but he knew the general gist to be, "You're going to put down your guns and raise your hands, and maybe we won't send another blast through and take out the rest of you."
He'd made very certain Jackson knew what he wanted said, even if some of the words might not translate to a several thousand year old language.
Rothery waved a hand at one of the guards, who had apparently been holding one of the two portable radio headsets she'd stolen. "My guards will be back with hostages - once they arrive, you will not dare risk them with your weapons."
Great, he hated enemies who kept thinking while panicking. Leaning over, he replied, "You assume that's a risk we're not willing to take. I've got two guys on standby ready to blast you and your men the second you pull anything, so it's in your best interest to play along."
The fact that they only had five shots left went unsaid, as they didn't want the guards to think they could outwait them. Not to mention that with how much shaking had occurred after just one blast, he didn't want to risk another unless he had to. Collapsing the entire building on top of all of those civilians was not on his or General Hammond's agenda today, no matter that it would deal with the hostiles effectively.
There was a brief wait for a reply, and he could only guess at what the curse she spat at him meant, but she gestured again, her guards reluctantly setting their staves down and stepping back, gazes still focused on the gate. Jack nodded to Carter, who left the doorway to instruct the frontline to head in and secure the gateway for them.
"Jackson, stay behind me, and for the love of God, keep your gun out in case things get nasty," Jack told the man, scowling when the scientist started to protest.
"I need to at least try to appear friendly if I want them to listen to me!"
"Maybe under different circumstances, I'd agree," He replied, turning his full military gaze on the man. "But these guys have taken civilian hostages, and one of them is a traitor to the military and the US as a whole. Your safety is more important than their comfort at this point - you're going to be their first target if things go south."
"...yes, sir," Jackson replied, for now suitably cowed into listening.
As long as it lasted for the rest of the mission, Jack would be more than happy to ignore the brief insubordination from a man who he already knew was not a fan of violence. Heck, it was only because he could speak Abydonian that he was even being allowed along!
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AN: Wow, it took a bit longer to get back into writing this than I thought, and I think my character voices might be a bit rusty. Thank god there's only ten or so more chapters after this, or I'd be stressing over this even more than I already am. I have no idea when or if I'm going to get to a sequel of this fic, so don't hold you breath for it, especially since the next few months are gonna focus on other projects I've been meaning to get to.
