A/N: So I'll post another one. This one is a bit longer ;-p

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Stargate: SG-1. Really. I don't.

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Chapter 4

- SGC Senior Officers Housing

Logan had unpacked his bag. It only contained some change of clothes, an experimental SG-uniform, a few personal belongings – pictures, artefacts, things he had already set up in his room – and a laptop.
He threw his Glock 24 on the bed, and took off his jacket.
He was just setting up his laptop when someone knocked on his door.
'Yeah, come in.' He called.
He heard the doors open.
'Love what you've done with the place…' Colonel Jack O'Neill said.
'Oh… I think I've done what I can. But the walls might need a touch-up. I was thinking a slightly more depressing shade of grey, what would you say?' Logan responded. He turned around.
'Oh no, I think this colour is depressing enough. Remember, less is more. You might overdo it.' Jack said. His mouth shortly split into a slight grin.
Logan smiled.
'Problem with your reports? No writers-block, I hope.'
'Don't start.'
'What can I do for you?'
Jack handed him a file.
'Outcome of your physical. Fraiser said you are A-ok, and cleared to go off-world. Don't worry, I didn't peep. Not that I would know what it said anyway…'
Logan accepted it and flipped it through
'Haemoglobin seems ok… White blood-count is slightly elevated… Heart rate… wow, impressive, if I say so myself.' He closed the file.
'Thanks.' He said to Jack as he handed him the file back.
'What's that?' Jack eyed the experimental uniform Logan had hung over a chair.
'Oh, that… the science-geeks at the Pentagon thought that as long as I was out here, I might as well serve as their guinea-pig. They said they have developed a new type of armour, based on the stuff the SGC-scientists forwarded from those Krull…'
'Kull.' Jack corrected.
'… Kull-warriors.' Logan said.
He took the jacket, which wasn't at all different from the one he had been wearing, except that this one bore an SG-1 arm patch, had no ranking signature, and felt somewhat stiff.
'So what's so special about it?' O'Neill asked.
'They have actually made an armouring spray, and used it on the uniform. Apparently, it is very effective against bullets, and it should be fairly resistant against staffweapon- or zat'nik'tel-blasts.' Logan said.
'You sound convinced.' Jack said sarcasticly.
'Have they tested it yet?'
'Barely, and not in the field. So my level of trust doesn't run that high…' Logan said.
Jack didn't say anything for a while, but looked at the Glock on Logan's bed, and then back to the jacket.
'Say… how about we create a little test of our own?'

- SGC Shooting Range

Jack and Logan were standing next to each other, each of them wearing clear safety-goggles. They raised their guns and both emptied a full clip at the target.
After they had emptied their guns, Jack pressed a button, and the target flew towards them.
When it had arrived, Logan took his jacket from the hook and they both inspected it.
'Not even a scratch. I'm impressed.' Jack said.
'Well this eliminates a lot of my concerns…' Logan said.

- SCG Briefing Room

'So these markings suggest that the inhabitants of P3X-747 are in fact, eh, rudimentary. However the few signs of technology the UAV picked up suggest that it exceeds our own. And, the sensors also showed large quantities of Naquadah in the planet's soil.'
Daniel Jackson stood in front of a view-screen and was showing SG-1 and General Hammond pictures of stone carvings found near the Stargate at P3X-747, and areal photo's made by the UAV.
He pushed a button on his remote and the next photo's slid by.
'I think these symbols are for their Gods… Interestingly, they don't seem to derive from earth. Or at least, I haven't found a connection. Yet.'
'Oh yes… Fascinating…' Jack said, spinning his chair left and right.
Daniel pushed his glassed further up his nose.
'General,' Jack began,
'Look. We have listened to Daniel talking for… - he checked his watch - … 38 minutes now. And interesting as that may be, I say we just go in and do what we always do. Sir.'
'What's that, Colonel? Getting into trouble?' Hammond remarked.
'But, no I agree, Jack. You have a green light for the mission. Your current objectives stand. SG-1, go get yourselves ready. Dismissed.'

- SGC Embarkation Room

Jack, Sam, Daniel and Teal'c were already present, doing last minute checks on their equipment and checking if they hadn't forgotten anything.
As they were waiting for Evans to arrive, Sam took the opportunity to talk to her commanding officer, who was inspecting his P90 submachine gun.
'Sir, can I ask you something?'
'Shoot, Major.'
'I was wondering… Have you already talked to Colonel Evans, sir?'
'We shared a moment.'
'What did you think of him, Colonel?'
Jack looked up at her.
'Why do you ask, Carter?'
'Well… It's no secret that you generally dislike new additions to the team, sir.'
'Who, me?' Jack reacted.
'Remember after Daniel died? All the trouble we went through to replace him? How long it took for you to accept Jonas?' Sam said.
'Yeah, so?'
Sam hesitated.
'Alright, Carter, look,' Jack said,
'I think we'll get to know him a little more off-world. Besides, he's only a temporary addition. We're just working him in.'
'Yes, sir.' Sam said.

The blast-doors opened and Colonel Evans came in. He had the experimental black uniform on, with his Glock in a holster strapped onto his right leg, and a small leather pouch strapped onto his left leg.
He walked up to the rest of the team, and General Hammond also appeared from the other end of the room.
'This is the experimental uniform?' Hammond asked sceptically.
'It's perfectly safe, sir, we tested it earlier.' Jack told the General.
'Where is your P90?' He added to Colonel Evans, noticing he didn't carry the weapon.
'I couldn't get into the weapons-locker. I guess the visitors-pass doesn't work on those.'
He looked around the room and saw the guards also carried P90's.
'Lieutenant!' He called to one of them.
When the man looked up, he signalled him for his weapon.
Lieutenant Siddig Jones checked if the safety was on, and quickly threw his machine gun to Evans. After his superior had caught the weapon, Jones threw a few clips after it.
'All set.' Logan said to O'Neill after he'd put the clips in one of his pockets and hung the weapon over his shoulder.
'Alright, then.' O'Neill turned to General Hammond.
'Good luck, SG-1.' Hammond said, as he placed a hand on Jack's shoulder.
'We will make contact in one hour.'
'We'll be there, sir.' Jack said.

Hammond disappeared behind the blast-doors, and the Stargate's inner ring started to move.
Sergeant Harriman's voice sounded over the speakers as the chevrons encoded.
When the seventh chevron locked, an outburst of energy spurted from the gate. Then, it pulled back, leaving the rippling blue event horizon.
'You can still go back, you know.' Jack said to Logan.
'Are you kidding?' Evans started moving, and the rest of the team quickly followed him through the gate.