With easy steps O'Neill jogged to the place where the dead soldier was lying. It was sad to see the man, but for now he had other concerns. In the dry sand he could see the dents the four had made until they had encountered him. With no wind blowing at all he could easily follow the tracks back to their origin, which turned out to be a ring platform which seemed to have crashed through the roof of the dome. Since he was a Lantean he stepped inside the rings and thought of the two ships above, that was enough for the rings to activate. The moment the rings lowered again he was standing face to face with a very surprised marine, but a quick blast from his gun knocked out the marine and his personal shield stopped the burst of bullets which came from behind. When he turned around he saw two more marines and two more blasts put them on the floor. With the room secured he checked the corridor outside. It was empty, so he checked the holding cell right down the hall and when it turned out that it was empty he stacked the three men inside and locked the door from outside. Then he made for the bridge. Two minutes later he arrived there without facing any sort of resistance from anyone. When he stepped onto the bridge the doors shut behind him and a hologram flashed to life. "General O'Neill I believe," the hologram, a black clad humanoid with an equally black full face helmet, said in an androgen voice.

"The one and only," he said proudly while he looked around the bridge, noticing the plaque which named the ship Daedalus.

"Good, then I can finally kill you," it said as it begun to fade away.

"Hold on just a moment, that's no way to just leave," he complained and sat down in the captain's chair. "My access code still works, I have just locked down the entire ship so good luck with that."

"You can lock down the ship all you want General. I thought leaving you out in the woods to bleed to death would be a sure way to kill you, but I must have been wrong. Still I think the hyperdrive will have enough umph to make you go away once and for all."

"It surely will, but I hope to be far away from here by then," he said while trying to reverse the lockdown.

"It's no use trying that General, we made sure any lockdowns will be permanent," it mocked. "Just enjoy these last minutes of your life."

"I have been in much trickier situations than this and I'm still alive." Outside the other 304, which must have been the Hammond, came into view outside the viewport.

"But you have always had the rest of your team there with you General, now you're all alone." The other ship came so close that he could see the person he was speaking to, standing on the bridge of the other ship. "Just to be on the safe side, we will wait right here for you to die."

"Mind if I join you over there?" he asked and stood up.

"You have to understand General, the whole reason why we're sacrificing that ship is to kill you," it said and turned it's head towards an empty wall. "If you come over here then we just gave up a ship for nothing."

"Well I'm not giving you a choice." With one hand he touched his chest before drawing both of his guns and setting them to maximum power.

When he took the first step forward his body and mind tried to stop him, yet somewhere in the back of his mind something pushed him forward. When the second step came the adrenaline flooded his body and it fell in line to push him forward even faster. As more and more steps hit the floor his mind stopped resisting and begun to perfect his motions. Even if his mind liked the life behind his desk back on Earth he still missed the good old days when SG-1 did the crazy and stupid things, now he was making up for the lost years. When he was two step from the forward viewport he fired both his guns into it and as he reached it he put his weight behind his shoulder, letting it shatter into thousands of pieces. With the vacuum of space pulling everything out he flew out too before the emergency screen slammed down to seal of the bridge. As he was tumbling forward towards the other ship his personal shield adjusted quickly to allow him to pass through the shields of the two ships, once inside the shield of the other ship he tried to fire through the viewport, but as he spun uncontrollably the shoots were nowhere near their targets. Then he hit the ship just above the viewport, if it had not been for the shield he would have lost his breath upon impact, now he only lost his hold of the two guns, which had run out of energy, and the rifle. Without gravity he begun to drift away from the ship as it turned, but a quick movement allowed him to grab onto the hull. A second later a blue beam flashed by just above him and hit the Daedalus in the aft, striking right through the shields and burrowing deep into the ship, then the Daedalus exploded and existed only as particles floating freely in space. As he hung there he felt the oxygen in his blood decreasing. For the second time in a matter of weeks he found himself without oxygen. He felt his grip moving and out of nowhere a hatch opened in the his eyes a white figure emerged from the hatch. He reached out and fumbled at the back which was turned to him. With a numbing hand he reached towards the space suit and janked a hose out of its socket which he remembered Carter mentioning as having something to do with the air supply of the suit. With it in hand he pressed it to his mouth let the shield purify the air. He managed to take two breaths before the suit tried to turn around, but before it had the chance to do so he had pressed it back down again through the hatch and he followed just behind. When they came inside he pulled the hatch shut behind them and the artificial gravity kicked in, causing the suit to fall over on its back. With the other person lying helplessly on his back O'Neill took a couple of deep breaths, then he opened the interior hatch. In the room on the other side stood a group of very surprised soldiers, but before they had the time to do or say anything he was on them with fists and elbows. With a fist he smashed one soldier into a panel while he kicked another in his groin. A third soldier tried to kick him in the side but he caught the foot mid air and sent back a punch which floored the woman. "I don't want to shoot you General, but I have my orders," the fourth said. As he turned around he could see her pointing her gun towards his chest.

"Then don't, you look like you have most of your life ahead of you and I'd hate to hit a woman," he said and raised his hands to his sides.

"I… I… I have my orders."

"You can chose not to follow those orders too´," he said calmly and took a step towards her. "This ship isn't under control of the US Air Force anymore, you can't be court martialed for it."

"You say…" she begun, then he was on her, a bullet stopped at his shield but then he had wrangled the gun out of her hand.

"Just sit tight and I'll solve this," he said and backed out of the room. Outside he sealed the door and put a bullet inside the control panel.

With them taken care of he walked down the corridor to the bridge which was only eight steps away. "Everyone just hang tight and this will work out just fine."

"Why won't you just die for once?" the person from the hologram complained from the captain's chair.

"I don't know, faith, divine intervention, luck, skill, take your pick," he said with the gun pointed at the one in the captain's chair.

"I wouldn't think you of all people would believe in divine intervention General, you have killed several false gods yourself have you not?"

"Only three personally," he said with a grin. "But I'd think we have a dozen or so under our belt."

"Almost, eleven directly and at least eight more through other channels," it said and stood up. "Through your actions and those of your people mass murder have been committed on the Goa'uld. You have already been sentenced to death, you should simply accept your fate."

"That's never really been my thing you know."

"I am well aware of that General O'Neill, but you have no say in this."

Behind him he could hear heavy boots hitting the deck and he heard the bang of guns. Before the approaching soldiers could reach him he pulled an emergency lever right next to the door and the bridge sealed itself using forcefields and extra bulkheads. As he did that the crew of the entire bridge raised weapons against him and bullets begun to hit his shield. With rapid taps on the trigger he begun to take them out one by one, until his clip ran dry. When that happened the one with the black mask was over him and pressed him down towards the floor. "Let us see how much that pretty shield of yours can take." It pressed something against his ribs, in a few moments he felt a searing heat against his abdomen. With as much force as he could muster in his position he drove his knee upwards into the other person's scrotum. It did little but drive the heat further up, but it gave him enough room to maneuver that he could flip his opponent over. With the two free from each other they both struggled up on their feet and he could see an orange blade glowing in the hand of his opponent. It took a second, then the blade swept in against his chest and he ducked down. He retaliated with a low kick which connected to his opponent's knee, but his foot stopped dead as it connected. Next he felt the knife burning against his neck, but he sent out the other foot too and grabbed his assailants ankle, sending them both into the floor. With his free hand he managed to find a joint in the mask and pulled for all he was worth. With a heavy crack the front portion broke away and flew across the bridge. "Can't you hit a girl?" she mocked when he hesitated.

"I simply prefer not to." He replied and smashed his elbow into her face with all his strength. In return he got a satisfying crack.

She flinched and he drove his head forward and let it connect with her face. The moment he withdrew his face it got covered in warm, sticky blood. When she crawled backwards with her hands over her face he picked up the knife she'd dropped and dashed after her, slamming her body against the door. "Who are you?"

"The one who will kill you," she shouted and pressed off from the door, sending them both rolling over the floor.

"Not today," he said and begun to press the blade up through her armoured chest.

With the blade sliding deeper into her body he could feel the smell of burnt flesh and with a cry from her lips he felt her falling limp over him. As he tried to get free of her he saw a flash outside and a massive ship emerged from a purple hyperspace window, the sheer size of the ship caused its black hull to block out the sun completely from the bridge.