Chapter Two: Sneaks and Creeps
Page Two3, July 1999 Saturday "Due to Lt. Ackernan's broken ankle and unknown
threat possibilities, they only stayed long enough to figure out where they'd mis-dialed and to film the surrounding area…about one hour. I expect you to stay longer if necessary."
"Yes, sir." "While our symbol is on the DHD,
it isn't on the Stargate itself. If you have to manually dial out, for any reason, you'll have a problem. You'll need to analyze the images of the existing symbols they brought back and make sure
you have at least five alternative "safe" addresses to dial to if you're in a hurry." "Yes, sir."
"Well, we'll always have Daniel with us if nothing else and I think he's memorized every Stargate address we've ever
been to, so…" "Sir, these pools of liquid. Did SG-3 bring back samples?" George shook his head briefly, making a quick note on his scratch paper, glad Dr. Fraiser had interrupted the Colonel before he could really get going.
"No, doctor, they didn't. That will be rectified on this mission. SG-13, you'll back SG-1 in a fight, but otherwise
you'll work together." An echo of affirmatives went around the table as an Airman stepped into the room.
"Dr. Fraiser, you're needed in the infirmary." "I'll be right there." "Yes, ma'am."The Airman left, the petite doctor following a moment later after gathering her papers.
George was more than ready to wrap things up. "From the papers here, it says there is no indigenous plant life and no
soil samples were collected from even the area surrounding the Gate."
Nodding to Capt. Carter's comment, he started to rise.
They could take it from here. "Yes and I don't have to tell
you what a find this could be. You leave at 1300 hours. I expect you to eat a full meal before then. Bring back everything you deem safe and catalog everything you don't." Jack's hand raised and George debated whether to duck out or pretend he didn't notice. "Uh, sir…" Too late. "Yes, Colonel?" "To bring only a moment's attention to
the…puke-factor of eating full meals before a Stargate trip, may I ask the reasoning behind this…order?"
"O'Neill, the MRE rations were among the property destroyed by the fires this morning."
Teal'c's answer was close, so George finished it as he stood up. "Only about two-thirds were burned, so we're in
conservation-mode. More have been requisitioned, but until they get here, we're sending less out." It was
bad enough they were having to send people to local wholesalers to get toilet paper and other necessities to last until the requisitions could arrive, but not having a clue as to who was behind
it all…
The General continued, hoping to shut this line of dialogue down. "I suggest you ask Dr. Fraiser for
something to help you keep it down. Perhaps you could try meditation right before you embark."
George's stern look was lost on Col. O'Neill. "We still may have a problem with it, sir." "I'm trusting you'll be professional about it if you do, Colonel. Dismissed." George left the room with as much dignity as he could muster.
Now if the talk with the President would go half as well, maybe the day wouldn't be so
bad.****** 11:32 AM
Daniel jotted down another possible safe address, waiting for Sam to finish her tests on the oddly shaped wand SG-3 had brought back from the
uncharted planet.
He had no clue what it was. ...continue to page three... |
