I would like to thank SVU Chicky, phantomliberty, Barbarossa Rotbart, Mia66, Piper-Jacko06-Butterflygirl, James Axelrad and piecesofyourheart for their kind words of encouragement.

As O'Neill might say, "Much appreciated, kids!" Hope everybody enjoys the new chapter.

Stargate: SVU

Chapter Nine

'This sucks….' Olivia thought, as she just barely ducked from a shot by a Jaffa warrior. She shot back with her zat, only to see her would-be shooter duck for cover as well.

"How many of these guys do they have down here?" she asked Sam. "It seems like more pop up as soon as we shoot them down!"

"Looks like Neith decided to reinforce the base," Sam told her. She paused in shooting long enough to key the radio on her shoulder. "Sir, we're at an impasse here. We can't get back to you."

"You've got a way out over there, Carter," O'Neill responded over the radio. "See if you can't get to the doors and get SG-3 in here! We'll keep these boys busy."

Sam glanced about the alcove that she, Olivia and Liandra were in and saw a doorway behind them. "Liandra, where does that lead to?"

Liandra stared at the doorway, then gave a shrug. "I do not know. We are no longer aboard the ship, and I have never been here before."

'Great, even our guide is now lost,' Olivia grimly thought. She gazed across the hallway at O'Neill, Daniel and Teal'c--they were so tantalizingly close--and saw the alcove that the boys were in was a dead end.

"We don't have much choice, Sam," Olivia said.

"Ain't that always the case," Sam muttered thoughtfully. Then she let out a heavy sigh and added, "All right, let's see where this doorway leads to."

"With our luck, it'll probably lead to the pit where Neith keeps her Rancor monster!" Olivia morosely said, as she followed Sam through the doorway, with Liandra close behind her. "You know, that big beastie Luke fought in the dungeon in Star Wars? What version was that, anyway? The Empire Strikes Back?"

"It's Return Of The Jedi," Sam told her, sotto voce, as they ran down a corridor. "Teal'c is a huge fan of those movies."

"Teal'c loves Star Wars?" Olivia whispered, stunned. "Wow, that's so cool."

They paused, pressed up against the wall, when they arrived at a junction, which--after a quick visual check by Sam--turned out to be clear of enemy troops.

"Not if you have to watch them over and over," Sam wearily replied. "That's usually Teal'c's choice every time it's his turn to choose on movie nights. Hey, if you come to the next one, Liv, maybe you can suggest a cop movie."

"I hate cop movies, they never get it right," Olivia muttered.

"That's how I feel about most sci-fi movies," Sam replied. She did a double take when she glanced down the corridor. "There's a bright light down this way. I think we may have found the main cargo doors that lead to the outside that SG-3 said they saw. Come on."

"Pardon me," Liandra said. "May I ask a question?"

"Sure," Sam replied.

"What's up?" Olivia asked.

"What exactly is a movie?" Liandra asked, looking puzzled.

SG-1: SVU

"SG-1!" a voice called from down the corridor, as the shooting abruptly stopped. "You have no way out of here. Surrender yourselves, and Her Lord Empress Neith shall grant you mercy!"

O'Neill peered around the corner of the alcove as much as he dared. "Is that you, Moby?"

There was a pause, then a voice angrily called: "My name is Mo'at!"

"Yeah, right, whatever…listen, we couldn't hear what you just said," O'Neill called back. He carefully aimed his P90 down the corridor in the general direction where he figured Mo'at would be and added, "So why don't you step on out and repeat what you've just told us. Ok, Mo'at, buddy?"

The response came in the resumption of staff weapon fire from down the hallway, which caused O'Neill to take cover around the corner once more.

Daniel grinned as he shook his head at O'Neill. "Did you really expect Mo'at to make himself a target for you that easily?"

O'Neill shrugged. "It was worth a shot."

They were both startled when a Jaffa shock grenade rolled on the floor in front of them, until Teal'c stepped forward and--swatting it with the end of his staff weapon--simply batted it back down the corridor, where it exploded in front of the very same Jaffa who'd sent it down.

"Good form, T!" O'Neill said, as he shot down the group of hapless Jaffa who, affected by their own grenade, all staggered blindly out into the corridor. "We've really got to hit the links when we get back."

"If we get back," Daniel corrected, as he joined in on the shooting. "There's still some uncertainty about that, Jack."

"There you go again, being pessimistic," O'Neill chided. "Have you no faith in Carter? Speaking of whom--" He ceased shooting long enough to key his radio. "Carter, come in…."

SG-1: SVU

"Here, sir," Sam said, as she paused to respond to her radio. "We've found doors leading to the outside, right where SG-3 is positioned, and have just placed C4 on them now."

"You run into any trouble?" O'Neill asked.

"None," Sam replied. She hesitated when she heard gunfire in the background of his call. "Although it sounds like you're pretty busy, sir."

"Oh, nothing we can't handle," O'Neill casually replied. There was a pause on his end as Sam heard more gunfire. Then O'Neill added, "That was sarcasm, Carter! We'd really appreciate it if you'd hurry things along!"

"Blowing the door now, sir," Sam told him. Double-checking to make sure the C4 was properly placed on the massive cargo bay doors, Sam gestured for Olivia and Liandra to follow her to a hiding spot behind some massive cargo boxes that were a safe distance from the explosives.

Sam held up the remote control in her hand, turned to her comrades, and said, "Brace yourselves…."

Then Sam ducked down as she hit the button on the control.

SG-1: SVU

"Colonel O'Neill said they were going to send a signal when we would come in," Major Lyman whispered, as he and Colonel Drumlin hunched in the foliage across from the Goa'uld base. "Did he say what it was?"

They both ducked for cover when the main cargo bay doors blew out in a massive explosion. When they glanced up, there was now a gaping hole in the side of the Goa'uld complex.

"There's your signal Bobby," Drumlin replied, smiling. "Get everybody moving, now!"

"Go, go, go!" Lyman shouted at the rest of SG-3, who got up and started running towards the opening. "Make for the hole! Double-time!"

Lt. Satterfield fearfully pointed up at something in the sky. "Glider!"

Drumlin cursed under his breath as a death glider came swooping down at them, firing its twin staff cannons. "Everybody, keep running! Don't stop!" he ordered. "Barman, take that thing out!"

He was pleased to see Sergeant Barman had already set up the portable surface to air missile launcher on his shoulder and fired it. The missile sought out the glider and exploded, sheering one of its wings off.

Then Drumlin's smile faded when he saw the glider, now badly damaged and careening towards the ground, was headed straight for them. He frantically waved Barman--the last member of his team who was still outside--into the cargo bay.

Once he and Barman were inside the cargo bay, they both kept running as Drumlin shouted, "EVERYBODY TAKE COVER!"

SG-1: SVU

Sam, who had stood up from behind the pile of boxes to welcome SG-3, had a wide-eyed look of shock on her face once she saw the damaged glider pin-wheeling in for a crash landing. She dived back down for cover as the large group of Marines came up and joined her behind the boxes.

"Stay down!" Sam told Olivia and Liandra.

Sam watched from behind the boxes as the damaged glider slammed upside-down into the side of the base, collapsing the hole that she had created just moments before in an avalanche of debris. And then part of the forward ceiling, which was no longer held up by the collapsed wall, caved in as well. Sam was afraid the entire structure they were in would collapse, but the damage appeared to end there. The only problem was their escape route had now been permanently sealed off.

Colonel Drumlin glanced around at the crowd of people who had taken cover with him, along with Sam, Olivia and Liandra behind the boxes. "Everybody all right?" he asked.

His entire squad all gave him the 'thumbs up' sign. Drumlin did a double take when he saw Olivia and Liandra in their scant outfits.

"We're all fine, sir," Carter told him. "It's great to see you."

"Great seeing you, as well, Major Carter," Drumlin replied, as they all stood. He grimaced at the extensive damage the downed glider had caused. "Unfortunately, it looks like we've just blocked off the only way out of here."

"Carter!" O'Neill's voice urgently said over the radio. "Carter, come in! Are you all right?"

"Yes sir, we're fine," Sam replied into her radio. "We're with SG-3 inside the complex now."

"How much C4 did you use, Carter?!" O'Neill exclaimed. "Jeez, it felt like you took down the whole complex! I think you even scared the Jaffa, here!"

Sam slowly shook her head with a long-suffering, weary expression on her face. "Um, sir, that wasn't--"

"That's all right, Major," Drumlin, smiling, told her. "I've got this." He keyed his radio and said, "Jack, that really big boom you heard was courtesy of the United States Marine Corps. We shot down a death glider, which in turn crashed into the complex."

There was a pause, then O'Neill muttered, "You Marines never do anything small, do ya?"

"Hey, we either go big or we stay home," Drumlin cheerfully shot back.

"We'll have to find another way to you, sir," Sam added, as she glanced around them. "The structural damage has cut off access to the original route we took to get in here."

"The Jaffa assault on us has stalled, probably thanks to the explosion," O'Neill reported. "They're no doubt wondering what the hell that was. So, wherever you wind up going, you should expect to run into some enemy troops out scouting around."

"Got it, Jack, thanks," Drumlin said. "See you shortly."

Major Lyman pointed at a massive cargo door at the far end of the space they were in. "That looks like the best route to take out of here, sir."

"Take Stevens with you and see if you can't open it without using any explosives," Drumlin ordered. "I don't want to announce our presence to the Goa'uld anymore than we already have."

"Aye-aye, sir."

Sam was startled when one of the Marines--a particulary short one--came up to her and said, "Hey, Sam."

She was pleasantly surprised to see that it wasn't a Marine at all who addressed her, but Janet Fraiser. Janet's petite frame appeared to have been buried by the helmet and bulky body armor that she wore.

"Janet!" Sam joyously said, as they hugged briefly.

"You all right?" Janet asked, concerned.

"I'm good," Sam replied. She was further surprised to see Lieutenants Hailey and Satterfield come up to her. The young women each gave Sam a crisp salute at the same time. Grinning, Sam returned their salute.

"It's very good to see you are well, ma'am," Hailey said, with a slight smile.

"And I'm pleased to see that you're all right, Lt. Hailey," Sam told her, sounding pleased. "You, too, Lt. Satterfield. How's Sgt. Cullman?"

"He's been shot in the leg, but he'll be fine," Satterfield replied. "Um, ma'am, did you see what they did with…Colonel Melham's body? We didn't see it when we came through the stargate earlier."

"No, I'm sorry, Lieutenant," Sam said sadly. "We were captured shortly after you went back through."

"We'll find Buddy Melham," Colonel Drumlin assured the lieutenants, "and we'll bring him back home for a proper burial."

After a moment of silence, Sam turned to Janet and asked, "What are you doing on this side of the gate, anyway?"

"What, I can't make a house call if I so choose?" Janet jokingly said. Then, growing serious, she added, "I volunteered, in case the team needed a medic. Also, General Hammond thought it best to have me on the scene in case we should come across any of the Disappeared. There's been a large group of people who have been mysteriously abducted back on Earth."

"Neith is behind the disappearances," Sam confirmed. "They're all here, in this complex under the mothership, kept in stasis."

Drumlin nodded. "Just as General Hammond suspected."

Sam gestured at Olivia. "This is Olivia Benson. She's a detective with the NYPD. We awakened Olivia from her stasis tube quite by accident while we examined a control room--and it's a good thing, too, because Liv here saved my life. I was a prisoner of Nacre, a scientist under the command of Neith, who was about to vivisect me. But Olivia prevented that and rescued me single-handedly."

Janet, Hailey, Satterfield and the Marines all stared at Olivia with renewed respect and admiration. And Sam was struck at how uncomfortable Olivia appeared under their attention. She thought it charming how Olivia's face had turned a bright, beet red from embarrassment.

"I always knew the NYPD were tough SOBs," Drumlin commented, "but damn, Detective Benson…you're probably the toughest of that bunch."

"Um, it was nothing, really…." Olivia uneasily said.

"Nothing?!" Sam exclaimed. "Liv, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be standing here!"

Janet walked up to Olivia and shook her hand. "I'm Janet Fraiser. On behalf of my daughter, Cassie, and myself, I'd like to thank you for saving Sam for us, Olivia."

"It was my extreme pleasure," Olivia shyly replied. She glanced over at Sam with an affectionate smile. "She's more than worth the effort."

"Yes, she is at that," Janet readily agreed. "Isn't she?"

Now it was Sam's turn to blush with embarrassment. She was grateful when Colonel Drumlin glanced at Liandra and asked, "And who is this, Major Carter?"

"This is Liandra, sir," Sam replied. "She's a native of this planet who's also been a big help to us."

Sam was startled at the low rumbling sound that had abruptly started up--until she saw the cargo bay door at the far end had finally been opened by Lieutenant Stevens and Major Lyman via a control panel.

Drumlin ordered them all to form up, and lock and load. The Colonel specifically asked Sam, Olivia and Liandra to remain by his side, which they did. Lyman and Stevens were the first to step through the open doorway, and they did so cautiously, with their weapons drawn. Both men were stunned at the sight before them.

"Colonel," Lyman shouted, "you really need to see this, sir!"

Sam and Janet ran out with Drumlin, who let out a low, stunned whistle. There were several hundred people who were all contained in stasis chambers that lined both walls of this corridor.

"Oh, dear god…." Janet muttered, shaking her head.

"Looks like we found the Disappeared," Hailey solemnly muttered.

Janet walked up to one of the frozen people, a man, and carefully examined the controls on his stasis tube. "According to this, he's perfectly preserved." She checked several other tubes. "They all are."

"They're still alive?" Drumlin asked.

"Yes sir," Janet replied. "They've all been placed in suspended animation."

"Detective Benson?" Satterfield suddenly asked. "What's wrong?"

Sam glanced at Olivia and saw that she stared at one of the stasis tubes with a horrified expression on her face. "Hey, Liv, what's the matter?"

Yet Olivia ignored her. Instead, she continued to stare at a pretty young woman who slept in one of the stasis tubes. Running up to the tube, Olivia pounded on the glass and cried, "CASEY!"

SG-1: SVU

When the ring transporter deposited them on the level of the slave quarters, Slaar gestured to the Jaffa under his command to fan out, with their staff weapons at the ready.

Slaar was a warrior who had been trained by Mo'at himself. The First Prime saw command potential in his protégé, and he'd told Slaar that he had even mentioned this to Her Lord Empress Neith. And so when all communication with the Jaffa patrolling the slave quarters was mysteriously lost, Slaar was only too happy to take command of the team that was sent to investigate. It was a chance for the young Jaffa to prove himself in battle to Her Lord Empress, and he did not intend to let her, or Mo'at, down.

As they strode down the corridor, towards the doorway leading to the slave quarters, Slaar heard a strange slicing sound that cut through the air. When the Jaffa next to him abruptly began to gurgle up blood, Slaar saw why: the man had been shot through the neck with an arrow. He fell to the floor, dead.

There was a loud, riotous roar as several dozen Kelori warriors all came running out in a mad dash from the slave quarters to meet them. All of the Kelori warriors were fully armed with spears, bow and arrows, and crossbows.

Slaar, his mind racing in a panic, ordered his Jaffa to start shooting. They managed to hit several of the Kelori--but there were just too many of them, and despite the fact that several of their brothers had fallen, they kept charging towards the Jaffa in a wild bloodlust, all screaming at the top of their lungs. Which left Slaar no choice but to give the one order he'd never hoped to give.

"RETREAT!" he cried.

He and his cadre of Jaffa began running down the corridor, with the Kelori warriors never letting up in their mad pursuit right behind them.

When they reached a doorway, one Slaar's men managed to get the door shut, but not before several more of his comrades were shot with arrows. Slaar took a wary step back as a heavy, unrelenting pounding began on the door. He could still hear the muffled war cries of the Kelori even through the thick door.

Slaar didn't know what was worse, the fact that they now had an open slave revolt to deal with…or the fact that he would be the one who would have to personally report this dire situation to Her Lord Empress Neith.

SG-1: SVU

"What was it?" Neith demanded. "What was that explosion?!"

"One of the death gliders," her lead peltac officer replied. "It crashed into the base beneath the Ha'tak, my Lord Empress."

"Was it shot down?"

"The other death glider pilot said it was, my Lord Empress. He reported what appeared to be a small missile come up from the ground and shoot off the wing of the glider. It then lost control and crashed into the base."

Neith slowly sat down in her command chair. 'This battle is beginning to slip away from me,' she thought. 'The second team that Hammond sent may well be inside the base by now.'

She contacted the commander of the ground forces who were hunting for the second Tauri team in the surrounding woods. She ordered him to bring his forces to the complex beneath the base and allow Mo'at to take command. Once that order of business was done, she called her First Prime.

"Mo'at," she said into her communicator, "report."

"SG-1 is very well dug in, my Lord Empress," he replied. "But we have them surrounded."

"The explosion you heard was a death glider having been shot out of the sky. It crashed into the complex beneath the Ha'tak. The second team may have penetrated the base, Mo'at. I am sending you the ground force--"

Neith stopped when her peltac leader glanced up from his console with a shocked expression on his face.

"What is it?" she commanded. "Speak up, man!"

"My Lord Empress, the glider crashed into the main cargo doors of the complex," he reported. "Our troops can not gain access through that way."

'Oh, this was turning out to be a very trying day,' Neith thought, shaking her head. "Very well. Have the troops come up onto the ridge and enter the Ha'tak itself. They can 'ring' down to the complex and join up with Mo'at's forces. Understand?"

The problem was that it would now take more time for the reinforcements to get to Mo'at. Yet her First Prime should easily contain the situation before--

Neith's thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a Jaffa who had appeared on the peltac. He bowed before her with his fists crossed in front of his face, as if hiding his shame from her. He looked familiar.

"My Lord Empress," he humbly said.

'What was his name? Slur? Slor…no, Slaar!' Neith realized. 'Mo'at's protégé.' She nodded at him. "Yes, Slaar. What news have you of the slave quarters?"

For a moment, it almost looked as if Slaar would burst into tears. "Um, my Lord Empress, the-the slave quarters has been overrun…by the slaves…."

'Oh, this was turning out to be a very bad day indeed,' Neith wearily thought as she rubbed her eyes. "Commander?"

"Yes, my Lord Empress?" the peltac leader said.

"Prepare to gas the slave quarters," Neith ordered. 'The nerve gas should stifle these animals before they escape,' she thought with satisfaction.

"The-the slaves have moved out of the slave quarters," Slaar added. "T-They're fully armed, and now control the whole level of the ship where the slave quarters is located."

Neith just stared heavenward and wondered what she did to deserve this. With the slaves having now overrun the entire deck, the nerve gas was no longer an option.

"I am very sorry, my Lord Empress," Slaar anxiously said. "I did not wish to be such a disappointment to you!"

Neith stared at him and said, "You shall not have to worry, Slaar. For you shall never be a disappointment to anyone ever again."

Slaar, not quite comprehending what she truly meant, smiled hopefully. "Really?"

"Oh yes," Neith replied, as she aimed her ribbon device point blank at him. The blast shot Slaar halfway across the peltac, and several technicians had to scatter out of the way where his body landed. It was still twitching violently, which Neith hated to see; she preferred it when someone died abruptly, cleanly, especially on her peltac.

She walked over to the still-twitching Slaar and blasted him one final time, and he was still for the ages.

'If that's the best that Mo'at can do,' Neith mused, as she stared at Slaar's charred remains, 'then I may have to find another First Prime soon….'

"Commander…."

The commander of the peltac gave Neith a horrified look, as if expecting to be her next victim. "Uh, yes, my Lord Empress?"

"I want Mo'at up here, now," she growled.

The commander, looking visibly relieved at not having been killed, bowed and quickly did her bidding.

SG-1: SVU

'There!' Teal'c thought, once he sighted Mo'at. The First Prime to Neith, and the man who had personally tortured Teal'c in the prison level, had briefly walked past the corridor junction that was held by the Jaffa. And then Teal'c watched with interest as the Jaffa who guarded the junction abruptly fell back, joining their First Prime.

"O'Neill," Teal'c called in a whisper.

"Yeah, I see it," O'Neill said. "They're falling back."

Teal'c flinched when he heard the ring transporter start up in the distance. If Mo'at was presently on the ring transporter platform, then there would be no better chance for Teal'c to take his revenge than now.

Teal'c sprung forward and raced down the corridor, his staff weapon at the ready. He thought he faintly heard O'Neill calling after him, but ignored it and continued forward.

When he entered the junction which contained the ring transporter, the rings had already dropped down around Mo'at and a few other Jaffa. When Teal'c ran up to them, Mo'at angrily pointed a finger at him and said, "Your time of reckoning is coming, shol'va!"

Teal'c's response was to simply stick his staff weapon in between two of the rings--aiming it right at Mo'at's chest--and press the trigger. The transporter kicked in just then, and a stunned Mo'at and his cadre of Jaffa all disintegrated into a beam of white light as they were transported upwards. Teal'c could not be certain if his staff weapon actually fired. Perhaps the energy beam was frozen in mid-transit, and would strike Mo'at once they re-materialized.

'That would be most satisfactory,' Teal'c thought.

As the rings were pulled upwards, Teal'c was annoyed to see that the end of his staff weapon had been sheered off by the transporter, rendering it useless. This became even more of a problem when a pair of Jaffa appeared behind him, aiming their staff weapons right at the now helpless Teal'c. He glowered at them, waiting for them to make their move--which, unfortunately looked like they would shoot him down in cold blood.

Then the two Jaffa suddenly jerked back as their armor sparked from being hit by a multitude of bullets. Teal'c was relieved to see the sight of both O'Neill and Daniel Jackson gunning down the Jaffa.

Once the threat was eliminated, O'Neill gave Teal'c an annoyed look. "See what happens when you get all excited and just run off on your own? You get into trouble!"

Teal'c bowed his head in sincere sorrow. "My apologies, O'Neill."

"You were gunning for Mo'at," Daniel Jackson said. "Weren't you?"

"Indeed."

"You get him?"

Teal'c shrugged. "I do not know. However," he added, holding up his damaged staff weapon, "I have destroyed this in the process."

"Need a replacement?" O'Neill asked, gesturing at the bodies of the Jaffa that were scattered around the area. "You've got your pick right here."

Teal'c looked around for a proper replacement to his staff weapon. To the untrained eye, they may all look alike, yet Teal'c knew from plenty of experience that there were still the slightest of variances between staff weapons. When he found one that felt good and snug in his grip, Teal'c nodded his approval.

"Now that you've got your shopping done, let's hook up with the others," O'Neill said.

"Indeed," Teal'c replied, as he followed O'Neill and Daniel Jackson down the corridor.

SG-1: SVU

"She's still alive, right?" Olivia asked, as she peered with desperation into the stasis tube. Within, Casey appeared so unnaturally still and lifeless.

"Yes, she's alive, Olivia," Janet replied, as she checked the read-out on the tube. She had removed her helmet, exposing her auburn hair. "She's just like the others--in a very deep sleep."

"I take it you know her," Sam said sympathetically.

"Yeah, her name's Casey Novak," Olivia said. "I work with her on a daily basis. Technically, as the assistant district attorney, she's my boss--but Casey and I have become close friends, too. Is there any way we can free her?"

"Oh, I don't think that's a good idea," Janet said, shaking her head. "In fact, I was originally about to suggest to the Colonel that we leave the Disappeared in their stasis tubes for the time being--"

"Casey's not one of the Disappeared," Olivia despondently said, placing a hand on the glass directly over Casey's sleeping face. "At least not anymore. She's right here…." She glanced at Sam with a frown. "Besides, you woke me up, didn't you?"

"Quite by accident," Sam told her. "Even if we knew what we were doing, and wanted to wake up Casey and the others, we no longer have access to the control room, thanks to the Jaffa crawling all over the place."

"So…what? We just leave them in there like this?" Olivia said, distraught.

"Just for now," Janet assured her. "We need to learn how to safely disconnect them from these stasis tubes, Olivia. And that may require us bringing them all through the stargate while still in stasis."

"It's for the best, Liv," Sam said. "And believe me, none of us are leaving this planet without them."

"Major Carter speaks for all of us, Detective Benson," Colonel Drumlin assured her. "When we leave this planet, we're all leaving together…and I mean all of us."

"Nobody gets left behind," Sam firmly told Olivia. "That's the SGC's motto."

"And she's probably a lot safer in there right now than we are out here," Janet said.

"All right," Olivia said reluctantly.

"MARINES, ON OUR SIX!" Sergeant Barman yelled, pulling out his weapon.

Olivia spun around to see the frightening sight of several Jaffa warriors who abruptly appeared in the corridor behind them. They all held up their staff weapons right at her and were about to fire.

Olivia dived to the ground--as did Sam, Liandra and Janet next to her. Sam lay on the ground just long enough to get her weapon ready, then she got up into a kneeling position and opened fire with her P90, joining in on the vicious firefight that erupted all around them.

Olivia, who was still spread out flat on the floor, tried to help Sam by aiming her zat at one of the attacking Jaffa--yet the man had already been shot down by one of the Marines before she could fire. When Olivia raised her arm in an attempt to shoot another Jaffa, Janet reached over and pulled her back down against the ground.

"Just stay down," she told Olivia. When a control panel on the wall exploded above her, Janet flinched and covered her head with her head. "Trust me, Olivia, you'll want to stay down until it's over!"

"I'll bet you're now sorry you took your helmet off, huh?" Olivia jokingly said to her.

"You want to wear it?" Janet asked, completely serious, as she reached for the helmet that was attached to her belt. "Here…."

"No, no, that's all right," Olivia told her.

"You sure?" Janet asked. "If it'll make you feel more comfortable to wear it, then go right ahead, Olivia."

"No, thank you, really," Olivia said. 'Wow!' she thought, impressed with the woman's courage and compassion--even while under fire, like they were now. "And, Janet, please call me Liv, ok?"

"Liv it is," she said with a slight smile. When the gunfire abruptly subsided, Janet glanced up and asked, "Are we all clear? Anybody hit?"

The young woman whom Sam referred to as Hailey, who appeared to be even shorter than Janet was, poked her head out from behind a wall. "Yeah. Looks like we got them all." Then her eyes grew wide with alarm. "Whoa! Barman, on your two o'clock!"

Barman opened fire on a downed Jaffa who had tried to get off one more shot with his staff weapon. The Sergeant got him, but not before the Jaffa managed to shoot--sending an energy bolt right into one of the stasis tubes, which began to spark and crackle wildly from the damage.

Olivia's eyes grew wide with horror when she saw that it had been Casey's tube which was hit by the staff blast.

"CASEY!" she cried, getting to her feet.

Yet Olivia was tackled back down to the ground. She glanced up and saw it was Janet and Liandra who held her down. "Wait," Janet grimly told her. "It's not clear, yet."

Olivia despairingly reached out to the prone Casey, whose stasis tube now glittered with little flames that sprouted up all around its control panel.

"Hey, are we clear, or what?!" Janet impatiently yelled at the Marines. "I got somebody who needs my help over here!"

"We've got people coming down the hall," Sam called to her. She stood with Hailey, Satterfield and the Marines as they all aimed their weapons at the approaching sound of footsteps.

Then Sam looked startled when her radio squawked. "Carter, it's just us," O'Neill's voice said. "Hold your fire!"

"It's SG-1!" Sam announced to the group.

The Marines lowered their weapons as O'Neill, Daniel and Teal'c came briskly down the corridor.

Janet and Liandra finally released Olivia, who ran up to the damaged stasis tube that imprisoned her friend. She watched helplessly as the still-sleeping Casey now began to cough violently as clouds of noxious-looking fumes began to rise up all around her behind the glass.

To Be Continued...