A new chapter with, slightly, more Jack O'Neill. Yay!

Gate to the Past

Chapter 3: Chevrons

It took less than a second for the figure's eyesight to adjust to the darkness in Felicity's room. She quickly used her crimson eyes to scan the darkness, assessing the situation before she entered. The room was mostly empty save for a bed and a small closet built into the wall. Felicity herself sat hunched over in the middle of the floor, with her back to the door. Her left hand was clutching her head as if in pain and her shoulders heaved with each sob.

"Felicity?" The figure asked gently, careful not to startle her.
"STAY BACK!" She shouted, standing up and spinning around to aim her gun straight at the figure's chest.
The figure raised its hands.
"You know you cannot harm me." It said, its voice calm and collected despite the worry it felt. While bullets were normally useless on her, the Shift had effected them all in unique ways, and she no longer had as much faith in her abilities as she did back home.
Shakily Felicity raised the gun to her head. The figure swore under her breath, Felicity was definitely not bullet resistant.
"Get them out." She pleaded, her eyes mirroring the desperation and fear inside of her.
"Get them the hell out of my head."
Slowly the figure inched forward, reaching forward to grab the gun out of Felicity's hands.
"I... I can't take this anymore." Felicity's voice was softer now, as if she was drifting off to sleep.
The figure was only feet away from Felicity when it heard a soft click behind it, like a switch being flicked into place. It turned around and saw Aiana standing in the doorway, gun in hand.
Underneath the shadows of the figure's hat, a pair of eyes went wide in shock.
"Wait!" It shouted, but it was too late.
In a split second Aiana fired the gun. The shot found its mark, speeding through the air and burying itself in Felicity's neck.
"What the fu-" Was all she managed to get out before collapsing in a pile on the floor.
{Fast working Tranquilizing dart.} Aiana explained calmly as she walked over to the now unconscious girl lying in a heap in her room.
{Now get her into the medical bay. We don't have much time.}

O'Neill stood in front of his office window, taking a sip of the, for once surprisingly well made, coffee as he looked at the bustling activity in the gateroom below. Through the glass he saw technicians flitting around the large, six wheeled MALP sitting on the metal ramp leading up to the Stargate. It had been less than ten minutes since the original attack, and tensions were still running high. The general noticed that the technicians had started leaving the gateroom, signaling that the MALP was getting ready to embark. With a sigh he walked to his desk, setting the coffee mug down gently before walking into the meeting room and down the spiral staircase to the gate control room below.

"Walter, report?" he asked, placing his hand on the man's shoulder to get his attention. Walter briefly looked up from the screens filled with information in front of him.
"We are making the last few preparations now sir." He responded before turning back to manage whatever it was he did.

Jack O'Neill stepped back, looking out the control room window at the massive metal ring that had essentially dictated the last twenty years of his life. He thought back to his first mission through the gate. The memories were, bittersweet, to say the least. Most of the people he met on that mission had died, some more than once, he was glad for the ones who remained, and missed those who had not made it. He would have stood there a while, had a familiar voice not shaken him from his memories.

"O'Neill." Came a deep voice from somewhere to his left.
He turned to see Teal'c walking towards him, a rather large grin on his face.
"Teal'c, buddy." O'Neill and Teal'c shook hands and hugged briefly. "How's it been?"
"I have been well." The Jaffa responded brightly, although his demeanor quickly became serious.
"I heard there was an attack?" he asked.
"Nothing to worry about. Seems someone decided to take a few potshots through the ol' stargate." O'Neill clarified.
Teal'c walked up next to O'Neill and looked out of the window onto the Stargate.
"Do we know who it was?" He asked, still looking at the gate below
"That's what we're sending the MALP through to find out." O'Neill replied, taking another sip of the coffee.

Down below the Stargate began to spin, its familiar grinding sound filling the gateroom and the facility beyond.
"Chevron one engaged…"
Down below, in the gate's control room activity reached its peak. Lights flickered and blinked on the towering rows of computers lining the room, monitors displayed various useful and not so useful pieces of information. In the background technicians were moving between the towering rows of machinery making sure everything was functional, from his console Walter watched the gate light up again.
"Chevron two engaged…"
The figure gently lowered Felicity's body onto the cold metal table. The room around them was shrouded in darkness save for a few lights that illuminated the table and the soft blue light of the screens on the far wall. A second figure was silhouetted by the light from a particularly large screen which blocked out nearly all of the figure's figures. Above Felicity a small white sphere was lowered by a mechanical arm and began moving around her unconscious body, occasionally emitting a soft beeping noise.
"Chevron three engaged…"
A gentle breeze blew through the open windows, rustling the fine silk curtains ever so slightly. Elsa stood out on the balcony beyond, her eyes drifting amongst the many stars in the heavens above. Down below the city lay sleeping, quiet and calm in the night. Despite the ease surrounding her, the queen felt on edge. Something felt wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
"Chevron four engaged…"
Deep below the glittering lights of an impressive castle, a once respected prince pulled on the chains that now bound him to the filth covered walls of his cell. Under his breath he cursed those who had put him here. Despite the bleak outlook, he waited, and plotted for the day he would finally get his revenge. Arendelle would burn, he would make sure of it.
"Chevron five engaged…"
The Prior looked out upon the shimmering waves of this strange new planet, the light of the low hanging sun reflecting off of the tips of the ever present cresting tides.
"Chevron six engaged…"
Billowing gales of wind tore across the barren, brown landscape, pulling with them anything that was not fastened to the ground. A small hill broke up the otherwise flat planes, its form shrouded in flying debris gathered by the winds that scoured the planet. On the side of this hill a small cave entrance could be seen. Within the murky shadows of this cave rested a large circular slab of indescribable material. Several miles below, a second, identical platform stood, almost invisible in the darkness that filled the facility around it.
"Chevron seven locked."
Energy rushed through the gate, filling the space inside with blue light and the room around it with a sound similar to a waterfall. From the center of the ring a great burst, akin to a massive splash of water, erupted out of the shimmering surface that now filled the inside of the gate. As soon as the splash subsided, the small wheeled robot at the base of the ramp leading up to the gate began to crawl forward, its electric motors buzzing and whirring as they spun to life. Slowly it climbed the metal ramp leading up to the towering gate and without hesitation, passed through the event horizon.

Not as much O'Neill as I would have liked, ah well.

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