Timeline: SGA: anytime, BtVS: post-Chosen.
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Author's Note: Written for Day 28 of the 2024 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N 2: Meh.
In the end, backup took less than 15 minutes to arrive in the form of four teams of Marines. Buffy thought that was a little overkill, but things in the City had been quiet for the last few weeks, and unless whichever team had come in hot had left someone behind there wasn't much anyone could do. That team would be escorted to medical and then, barring any serious injuries, would then be debriefed.
"Okay, everyone!" Major Lorne raised his voice a little but still tried to keep from shouting since they didn't know if there was anyone else in the Hiveship. "We have already been down that corridor," and he pointed in the directed AR-2 had gone and Dr. Parrish had almost had the lifeforce sucked out of him, "We will split up and search each level one by one. No one leaves a level without permission, understood?"
A chorus of "Yes, Sir!" filled the room, and Lorne instructed everyone to be careful and check in every 20 minutes.
Three hours and two floors later, Buffy suddenly heard the unmistakable sounds of rapid gunfire. Silently alerting the rest of her team they powerwalked as quietly as they could in the direction where she was still hearing the weaponsfire. As they got closer Lorne took the lead.
They plastered themselves against opposite walls and Buffy quickly stuck her head out so she could get a look at what was going on. They retreated so they could have a quick conversation. "One of the Marine teams has run into eight Wraith warriors, but I don't see any Commander Wraith."
"Well then," Lorne replied as he checked the magazine on his P-90, "Let's kill some Wraith."
He lead the way back to their corner, and with AR-1 shooting from one angle and the Marine team shooting from inside the room, but not in their direct line of sight, it didn't take long before all the aliens were dead.
Lorne looked the other team over for any visible injuries, "Anyone hurt?"
"No, Sir," one of them replied. Buffy thought his name was Crandall. "But we found some kind of portable computer we think we should bring along. It appears to be undamaged. The eggheads back in the City probably want to have a look at it."
Nodding, Lorned ordered them to bring it to the Stargate and leave it there while they searched the rest of the ship. Unfortunately, the rest of the technology had met with violent weapons fire and was beyond salvaging. There wasn't anything else of interest either. If there were other Wraiths there they didn't find them.
Cadman gave the computer a skeptical look, "Do we really want to bring that with us? Everything else is shot to pieces, except for that one. It doesn't even have a scratch on it. It probably has a nasty virus or something else that'll try to kill us."
"I agree with Cadman," Buffy remarked, and it was quickly echoed by Dr. Parrish.
"We'll deliver it to McKay with a dire warning of how it was found. I'm sure he'll be careful in trying to boot it up."
The rest of the team didn't look all that convinced and the Marines chose to keep their own counsel.
"Right. We'll call it for today. Depending on what's on that device we might come back and do a more in-depth search, but I don't think so. This place appears to be abandoned."
"Then why were there half-starved drones here when the Gate works?"
"Not a clue." Then Lorne turned to one of the Marines. "Dial home, Peters."
The Stargate kawooshed and they went home.