Stargate SG-0

A/N: This chapter is also dedicated to ALIMOO1971, who has reviewed each and every chapter and writes wonderful stories. Of the six of you who have this on story alert, only one other has reviewed at all. Please, guys? Of those of you who are casual readers...a little feedback? Please? Even negative: I'd rather improve as a writer. Sorry for the shortness of this chap but it's all I could manage just now. No midweek updates for the foreseeable future either, sorry guys.

"Okay, so we're out."

"Indeed, O'Neill."

"We have our weapons."

"Indeed, O'Neill."

"We have a plan."

"Indeed, O'Neill."

"T..."

"Apologies, O'Neill."

"Sneaking, we're bad at. How are we gonna get to the Gate undetected?"

"We aren't, Sir."

"We aren't!"

"Nossir. The Goa'uld need to know it's us, else they'll put more guards on the palace, thus defeating the point."

"An excellent notion, General Carter."

"Thanks Teal'c."

They snuck (badly) through the forest, and soon saw the guards about the gate. Jack sauntered up, saying "Hi Guys!", when they looked round he shot them. Sam promptly started shooting at them from the other side of the Gate, further confusing them. Teal'c then attacked from the left at the same time as Jonas attacked from the right. Soon, there were no more Jaffa guarding the Gate.

"Carter, dial it up!"

"Yessir." Chevrons lit up, the Gate connected. "General Davis?"

"General Carter!"

"Reporting on schedule. We were captured, but we've escaped. All is going according to plan Omega. Don't send anybody else through, we're coming back according to plan Lambda. We will definitely be coming back through the Gate tomorrow morning on schedule, so make sure it's all ready. Do tell those lovely guys with the little grey butts that if they should happen to be in our vicinity in the next couple of hours, come on by. See you in a second, Carter out."

They stepped through the Gate, a staff blast over one shoulder evidence that they'd been spotted.

"You got it, Paul?"

"Yes Ma'am!"

"Great. How're things here on Terra Firma?"

"Well, the press've gone crazy as you might imagine. The universe, our corner in particular, is in crisis, they've been lied to for the past roughly thirty years what with the work you did in Washington making the dialling computer, UFOs are real and worst of all we're giving no interviews. the base is under Wildfire lockdown as you ordered."

"Thanks."

"Here are your Tarnkappen as you requested, General."

"Right. Guys, Plan Omega is the plan we make up on the spot. We know by now that Plan A never works, Plan B very rarely works, Plan C sometimes works and so on. Lambda means I'm confusing anybody who may be listening. Tarnkappen, as any Poul Anderson reader knows, are basically invisibility cloaks. The battery pack only lasts five minutes, so we need to move."

"Let me get this straight. We're going through the Gate invisible, then going ahead with the plan as previously discussed?"

"Yessir."

Jen Hailey came puffing down the corridor. "Sam – thank – there – you – are – finally – got – it – working – here – it – is."

"Thanks. Nossir, we aren't going ahead with the plan as previously discussed. We're recharging the Tarnkappen power packs and going into the palace invisible. Then proceed as before."

"Gotcha."

"Walter?"

Klaxons sounded. He punched in the seven symbols required on the new DHD interface.

"Come on campers, let's get invisible."

Four flickers in the event horizon were all that showed they'd left. The Gate shut down. Tense silence once again pervaded the SGC, as they waited on the fate of the Universe. "Business as usual...ah, the good old days..." was going through the minds of many on the base.

A/N 2: STILL looking for a beta. Anyone? Please? As long as you've seen Nine and Ten so far, I'll accept with alacrity. This is also now the longest story I've ever written. It'd be nice to have somebody check me: I'm in uncharted territory here.