Wyattator: For now, SG! Is at least 50 years away, so for now, I have an omake. Perhaps it will become a part of the story, much further down the line, but for now, it just doesn't have the right setup to see it happen.
SG1 Stepped through the Stargate onto the newest planet, designated P7X-436. The MALP had picked up no signs of life, but they would proceed with caution. Sam exhaled excitedly. "Look!"
Daniel looked up. "A three star solar system?" He said in excitement. "That's rare. I wonder how the culture evolved around it!"
Jack sighed in annoyance. "Geek later, explore now!" As they ventured further into the new planet, they noticed tall mounds with rounded tops. It was an unusual formation for rocks to take shape, especially when on an extremely forested planet. About ten miles from the Stargate, they came across a deep valley. Within it lay a city. High in the sky, the three suns were seemingly next together, and the heat was rising. They jumped as knives were pressed to their backs.
"Walk." A gravelly voice grunted. With no other choice, they did so. They were led to one of the nearest mounds. Suddenly, the wall opened up, and they were shoved through, before the mound closed again. Inside, they found themselves alone and in a cell.
"Well shoot!" Jack said angrily.
"I don't understand. Why wouldn't they simply speak to us?" Sam asked.
"They probably thought we were Goa'uld." Daniel said dryly.
"Indeed. DanielJackson is most likely correct. They seem to have hidden themselves from the surface of the planet. It would seem likely that they do so to hide from an enemy such as the Goa'uld." Teal'c agreed.
About an hour later, one of the walls opened, not the one they entered through. A man stood there. Short purple hair reveals a strong, lived-in face. Bright silver eyes, set well within their sockets, a mustache and goatee gracefully compliment his face. "Well met. I am Ragan Rube. I am the ambassador of the Alteran people. Our friends and allies, the Rygzxoll, have asked me to liaise with you. You will be separated and questioned to determine your purpose of Rygz. If we are satisfied about your intentions, you may return to your planet with information regarding the Rygz. If you are determined to be thieves or spies, you will be brought before a council of the Nox, the Alteran, the Kneba, and the Rygzxoll to determine your punishment. Now please separate and stand one in each corner."
Daniel spoke up. He had the best chance of getting information. "Excuse me, Ambassador. I am aware that you are Alteran, and that this planet belongs to the Rygzxoll, and the Nox are known to be impartial, but who are the Kneba?"
"The Kneba also live in this planetary system. Should you or your people have any intentions towards Azrea, this solar system, then they too will be affected. As such, they are also included on the panel that deals with intergalactic visitors. The Kneba and the Rygzxoll both share distinctly non-Alteran features, and as such, I will liaise until such a time as we have determined what is to be done with you. Many people in this galaxy are uant."
"I'm sorry. Would you define that last word?" Daniel asked.
"Of course. It's the Rygzxoll word that means they fear or dislike those with non-common features."
Daniel nodded. "We have a similar term. It's xenophobic. It's fear or hatred of someone or something foreign."
"Yes. Now, will you obey my instructions, or shall I need to call for guards?"
Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Daniel moved into one of the corners. Teal'c and Sam tried to grab him. Part of the wall stretched out and formed bars around Daniel, soon trapping him in a cage. A silver light left Ragan's hand, and six men entered the cell, grabbing and pinning his friends into corners. The cages formed around them as well, and Ragan looked at Daniel.
"This one first. Take him to the Stragorq."
"Excuse me, but what is the Stragorq?"
This time, Daniel was ignored. The cage receded, and he was cuffed with something similar to a medieval device. It was a bar, with two cuffs in the middle, covered by a flat piece of iron almost six inched wide. As he held out his arms, the board was placed over his hands. The cuffs automatically tightened, and something shot out of the board, encasing each of his fingers. He would have no use of his hands. A guard took hold of each end of the bar, as another bent down and fastened something around his ankles. This was not medieval at all. The two ankles were bound by a fine chain. He stretched out his leg, and watched the chain stretch. He assumed it would only allow his legs to go so far, so as to prevent any running.
As he was led away, Daniel could hear his team fighting the guards restraining them and leading them down the opposite way. Soon enough, he was led to a new section. Rather than the stone and ancient techniques he'd seen, This place has shining metal and glass walls. His guards pushed him into a small room with transparent walls. Inside was a chair, with latches on the arms. It was clear what he was supposed to do.
The only way Daniel could help his team was to prove he was not a threat. He walked to the chair, and sat down. Then he pulled his arms up, and fitted the ends of his handcuff bars into the latches. As they closed, the room's walls darkened.
In a few moments, One wall became semitransparent. Only a few faces could be seen through the wall. It was dark from the middle down. Ragan's voice was heard. "Serepinarus."
A small glowing globe appeared in front of Daniel, and Ragan turned interrogator.
"State your name."
"Daniel Jackson."
"What is your home planet?"
"Earth. It is the third planet in the Sol system. It is also known as the Tau'ri home world."
The globe stayed a light gold.
"What is your occupation?"
"I am an archeologist, anthropologist, and linguist for Stargate Command. I am part of a first contact team that goes through the Stargate in order to meet new races, discover new technologies, and fight against galactic evils."
"What is your purpose here?"
"Exploration," Daniel half told the truth. The globe turned silver.
"Explain."
"I and my team were to investigate the planet for Goa'uld presence, and find and bring back any alien technologies. I was also to determine if any significant culture lived on this planet."
The orb turned gold again.
"Do you feel your planet is a threat to the people of this solar system?"
"Not unless the people of this solar system attack us or in some way aide our enemies. We will do whatever we need to survive."
"Do you hold any distaste for races that do not share your looks?"
"No. In fact, I often find these cultures to be the most interesting, as they seem to have developed separately from the rest of the universe."
The orb stayed gold, and then disappeared. The wall darkened again.
Ragan entered the room, and with a wave of his hand, freed Daniel. "You are free to meet with the people of Rygzxoll, and learn about their culture. Should you wish, you may also visit with the Ambassador Barlok and attempt to negotiate a treaty with him for the Rygz bank, which is how all the trading partners in this quadrant of the galaxy do so. Your team will be interrogated next. In the interest of goodwill, we will also introduce Ambassador Aravae Keasalor, of the Kneba. They live on the planet next to us, Yllaric. It shares an orbit with us, merely at opposite times of the year."
Daniel nodded. When they got home, Hammond was going to be thrilled. Hell, maybe he'd let Daniel come and study these people for a while!