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Nolan tried to ignore pins and needles running through his increasingly frostbitten appendages--not that his now-affixed arctic gear didn't help. He waddled through the snow, back towards the hole, where he tossed Jason's suit down in the snow.

"Sorry about that, I didn't want everyone becoming a popsicle! Though I wouldn't mind a lick or two--OW!" Nolan grunted as ironically-timed snow fell down from a branch, onto him. "Ow. I brought your arctic gear, Major. Now, I'm going to lower a rope." He said, zipping open his backpack, and undoing the rope, holding fast onto it in his warming hands, as he threw a part of it down, where it would undoubtedly reach Sara and Jason.

"Please, make sure you don't wait for me to pull you up? I can't. Use the tunnel around you to push upwards--and don't fall. If you do, I'll be very, very angry. Very angry. So very--OW." More snow. With a growl, he looked down at them.

"Miss Cafferey," Nolan added, "I want to say, I'm sorry. I don't mean to hurt people. And I do it a lot, you know? It's like, ever have a time, like, where everything just seems to like, become too emotional?" Nolan paused a moment, frowning.

"You know, grapes are fun. They're so spherical... and purple..."

(THIS POST NEVER ENDS)

Dolly Kenton

"Sir, I think we should consider contacting the SGC. There may be something 
on this planet that is effecting us. People seem to be acting, very 
atypically."

"I agree with that, Sir," Dolly added. "As you can probably notice, I've been acting professional and unemotional towards anything around me. Otherwise, I believe I would be worried right now." She frowned, in thought. "Yes. Worried."

"No Sir, and with the temperature still dropping they may be in danger of 
hypothermia soon."

"They went off that-a-way." Dolly said, jabbing her thumb into the woods. "So, I suggest we actually move, Sirs, and go help our illustrious team leader? Adding onto that, Cafferey and McCallister?"


"They went off that-a-way." Dolly said, jabbing her thumb into the woods. 
"So, I suggest we actually move, Sirs, and go help our illustrious team 
leader? Adding onto that, Cafferey and McCallister?"

"I agree." Sam Said before turning and Jogged off in the direction Dolly had pointed in. Once they gone around 10 meters from the fire Sam pulled down his night-vision goggles. He jogged for about 10 minutes before he thought he saw something, so he changed to his Thermal imaging visor. He could now see a warm coloured blob in the shape of a man, so he changed back to his NVG started to run over towards it. When he got close he realised by the body mass that it was Major Etearna so he call out, "Hey Major, it's Captain Harbour!"


As Jason listened to Nolan rant a bit, he saw the suit fall towards him. With his hands occupied, he really didn't want to let go. So he bustled in his position a little bit and moved his head a bit to the right and tilted it upwards to catch part of the side in his mouth. Pinning part of the suit to the wall with his left elbow he tried to move around Sara into the suit, but it took a bit longer than he'd like. "Well this suit isn't fun! At ALL, but THANK YOU!" he complained as he thought he heard part of the inner leg seams rip. "This mission sucks." he added with a grumble. Finally, he was able to get the suit on, but with considerable effort.

He was still processing Sara's apologies. "It's all right, I'm rather confused with myself right now. But I'll - figure - it -out - later..." he said as he shuffled to get the upper half zippered with out sliding down the steep slope. Jason yawned. He then glanced up at Nolan and added: "Gummy bears are better!" and then he began to sing...again. Unfortunately, he chose a few lines from the Gummy Bear Song.

"Oh, I'm a Gummy Bear
Yes, I'm a Gummy Bear!
Oh, I'm a Yummy, Chummy, Funny, Lucky Gummy Bear.
Don't call me jelly bear, Cuz I'm a Gummy bear,
Oh I'm a movin', groovin', Jammin', Singin' Gummy Bear..."

As he began to climb, he continued to sing, pausing as he tried to find good holds to grab onto, occasionally slipping a little.

"Oh Yeah!
Haha Duba duba yum yum
Haha Duba duba yum yum
Haha Duba duba yum yum
Three times you can bite me!"

When Jason started to sing, Sara stiffened as her eyes bugged out a little. The look on her face said 'I don't know you!' though she didn't verbally say it. ~If it weren't that cold I'd slap some duct tape across his mouth!~ Sara thought to herself.

She had heard him sing before but the Gummy Bear song...come on...really?! “Is that the best song you can come up with?” Sara asked.

"Nggh--" Jason paused to huff as he pulled himself a couple more feet up the slope, the rope in his left hand, the other gripping the snowy/earthy wall as best as he could. "I know lotsa songs! I'm like a freakin juke box!" he exhaled sharply and paused for a few seconds once they were almost half way up the slope, temporarily resting his head there against the cold surface. "Break time! Wooo, I feel kinda hiiiigh..."A giggle escaped him.

Wait, a GIGGLE? He never giggled! What the frak was wrong with him? "So high like I could flyyyy..." then sang: "I believe I can flyyyy." and started to climb again, his joints burning a little from the extra weight and steepness of the sink hole.

~Great... music to die by!~ Sara thought as she contemplated letting go. Suddenly a scene from Tim Burton's Corpse Bride came to mind; a scene that was kind of reminiscent of how she felt. Victoria's parents were looking at the dead bodies that were running around their living room.

”Who invited these people?! They must be from your side of the family!” Mrs. Everglot had said. Mr. Everglot had looked at his wife for a moment before replying,

“Certainly not! Why, if my Grandfather Everglot could see this he'd be turning in his grave!”

All of a sudden a voice boomed from behind the two of them, “VINNIE! Where do you keep the spirits?!” Mr. and Mrs. Everglot had turned and upon seeing that it was the dead Grandfather Everglot, the two of them were still for the briefest of moments before shrieking and dashing off.

Sara chuckled before erupting in to a full out and out laugh. She didn't know why she thought it was so funny, but it was.

Jason's singing could probably be heard faintly over the wind as Samuel approached the area. Jason couldn't year him yet.

"It bur--!" Well at least this is one way to keep warm! "ACHOO!" Jason randomly twitched and paused to sneeze into his right shoulder. Whatever was in the air was bugging the crap out of him.

Mark Hampton
"Hey wait for me sir! I wanna help!" Mark called, grabbing his own NVG's and running after the higher ranking officer. He needed to move to stay warm, so he'd do anything to relieve the stiffness he was beginning to feel!

Some 20 miles away from the Stargate and its trail now, Wolfe and her droid continued to approach the area, weaving through the slope, kicking up snow and pollen behind them. The native race was used to the pollen, where as any who weren't native to the moon were not. She knew what effects they could have, and she was curious to see what these intruders were like and how the pollen affected them. Can't see slag out in this damn blizzard. Wolfe thought with a brief shudder as she clutched the reins of the black four legged drone, the wind whipping around her face and bushy hair that barely fell to her shoulders as she put up a mask to cover her neck.

Unfortunately for the teams, the pollen was everywhere, and it would get worse as the night progressed. No, it was NOT in anyway dangerous, but it definitely seemed to be affecting their behavior in weird ways, and it would continue to do so.


“I hate the cold, wish I brought more layers."

Emily leaned against Mike putting her hooded head on his shoulder. The bulk of the remainder of SG-2 and 3 had headed out leaving SG-1 to keep watch and maintain Camp. "I say once SG 2 and 3 get back we either head to the gate or go find this city or whatever we're suppose to investigate." Emily said.


Hait pushed her finger to her ear, hearing various clicks and beeps - as well as the definitive voice of Wolfe Shikrai over the hacked frequency. She let out a quiet curse, looking into the camp. She had to get out fast. But she needed one of the offworlders to question. The camp was too full, they'd see her and take her out far too easily. There wasn't a lot of time she could waste. She had to move and move quickly.

"Rex, I need the bike quite soon. Prep and automate to home on my location. The Wolf Pack is moving in." She murmured cryptically. Silently she began to slink from her hiding place whilst remaining relatively concealed from the SG campsite. It was then she noticed one of the members getting up and moving away. Was he looking for others? It didn't matter if he was or not; being segregated from the others meant that she could quite easily pick him up (hopefully) and get the soldier to her lair.

She got a few more yards away from the camp before she dropped from the trees down into the cold snow and chased the jogging form of Captain Harbour, her footsteps silently moving through the white carpet like a predator (and being covered by the cloak meant she even looked like one). Then, after about 10 minutes she saw the faint shadow of another come into view, looking as if he was gazing down into a large hole. Hait knew that there was a crevice somewhere around here, which probably meant he was looking into that. Others trapped? Well, she was too out in the open now to change her mind, even with the snow blowing so fiercely; so she had to strike hard and fast.

An object whistled over Captain Harbour's head, landing in the snow between him and Major Etearna. It was spherical in shape and looked oddly like a misshapen banana with a flashing LED on the top of it. The OVG (OVerload Grenade. A grenade that temporarily disables electronic devices as well as briefly stunning most species with sight and hearing)went off with a white-blue flash. Hait was suddenly between the two males, looking like a bear due to the size of the huge cloak.


As Sam ran over he heard singing and started to wonder what the hell was going on. He ran over to Nolan and looked down the crevice. Sam could make out two people down it and realised that they must be Jason and Sara.

An object whistled over Captain Harbour's head, landing in the snow between 
him and Major Etearna. It was spherical in shape and looked oddly like a 
misshapen banana with a flashing LED on the top of it.

The OVG (OVerload Grenade. A grenade that temporarily disables electronic devices as well as briefly stunning most species with sight and hearing)went off with a white-blue flash. Hait was suddenly between the two males, looking like a bear due to the size of the huge cloak.

Sam and turned to look in the direction that the object came from just as it exploded. Sam yelled out and grabbed his face with his left hand as he pulled out his Desert Eagle with his right. He turned back as a large shape appeared between them. The shape appeared huge and Sam new that he could never get his gun up in time so he dropped it and charged at the shape trying to tackle it.


Robert walked back to the camp to see only SG-1 and Mike from SG-2 around. He started to feel angry. They had walked off without telling him and he was in charge.

"Where is SG-2 and SG-3?" Robert said in a very stern voice, "Can anyone tell me? Major, Chief, Lieutenants, Sergeant Major! I would like an answer from someone NOW!"

Robert was growing more and more angry. He was a Lieutenant Colonel, that ment he outranked everyone on this mission.

Sean William
Sam sat in the briefing room reading over personnel files. Scientists were moving about around him but aslong as they did not get in his way thaen he was happy. He had started from the top, reading General Mjolnir's personnel file then the XO's and so on through the senior staff.

~It could be anyone of them, it could also be more than one person.~ Sam thought in his head as he closed Major Jenssen's file.


  • Captain Kurt Atreides, United States Air Force
    • Executive Officer, SG-3
    • Medical/Engineering Specialist, SG-3
    • M1J-491
  • October 8th, 2010
"Where is SG-2 and SG-3!" Robert said in a very stern voice, "Can anyone tell 
me? Major, Chief, Lieutenants, Sergeant Major! I would like an answer from 
someone NOW!"

~Huh...?~ Kurt's eyes snapped open. He was still at camp but not where he last remembered sitting. Somehow he had gotten moved to the outer edge of the camp.

~Funny, I don't remember walking here.~ He thought to himself, ~In fact, I don't remember falling asleep, though with the weather this cold, I am not surprised.~ Getting back to his feet Kurt wandered back in to the main camp.

"Sir, where is the rest of SG-2 and 3? Did they in fact go off in search of McCallister, Cafferey and Etearna?" Kurt asked Robert. He remembered Samual talking about it, heck he remembered seeing a naked man dancing in the snow and then Dolly asking him a question he had found irritating, but... that was about all he remembered.


Nolan wheeled around to see the massive shape loom above him, having barely a second's reaction as the flash went off. "Oh look, a bear!" He spoke, before falling down into the snow.
WHUNK.

The large cloak was tossed into the air as Sam hurtled towards Hait, and a lithe female form in little more than a crop top and hot pants dropped backwards. She was able to easily slip through the snow by doing the splits and darted under the larger males form. The cold snow stung her legs without the cloak, her body heat melting the snow and the low temperature caused it to quickly freeze again. She couldn’t stay too long her, else she was going to freeze. That’s when she clattered on something. The Desert eagle that Sam had thrown away. Although she was oblivious to what kind of weapon it was, she knew that it was a primitive version to what they had here. Snapping her legs together and standing up abnormally quickly, the gun in her hand moved as she ran past Sam before rolling through the snow. She landed hard on top of Nolan and straddled him, aiming the Deagle at his face, before turning and growling lowly at Sam like an irritated animal. “Drop your weapons.” She glared at Nolan. “You, do not try anything. Else I will put a beam, or whatever this thing fires, right in your skull.”

Nolan watched her, baring his teeth in a smile as his senses slowly returned, glancing at the Desert Eagle. "Bullets." He siad simply. "Shaped metal objects."

"Metal projectiles? Chemical based reaction weapons?" Hait blinked and stared almost as if she was in disbelief. "Where are you from?" She pushed the gun into Nolan's forehead. "Why are you here? Answer, and I won't put a 'bullet' in to your primitive brain."

Nolan grunted, trying not to wheeze from the cold and the woman upon him. He went cross-eyed as he looked at teh gun, and giggled. "From Earth. We're Tau'ri. Humans. Whatever. Your planet's doing somethin' funny to us."

"Eerth? You came through the Gate. How?" She pushed the gun harder into his head. She had a little bit of a bemused look on her face when Nolan mentioned the planet doing something to them. "Euphorics? You are under the influence of the native species of flora."

"OH." Nolan grunted. "NOW it's apparent." He rolled his eyes. "I will kick Asid if he does this again. Anyway, why should I tell you how to operate the gate? You might be a meanie-butt!" He exclaimed.

"Because, else the inside of your skull will be splashed across the snow, your friend who charge me with have a 'bullet' in his intestines, and your friends who are in the Pit will freeze to death. Is that enough of a bargin for you?" She growled, the grip tightening on the gun's handle.

"...Uhm. I pulled them out." He said, gesturing to the two now scrambling out of the hole. "As for the gun, it probably doesn't work because of the temperature. It's too damn cold, and the pollen's probably jammed it by now." He gives a smile.

Hait glanced up momentarily to see the others getting out of the hole, causing her to curse lightly. "Primitive weapons. Chemical based reactions cause a great amount of heat. Unless this is has been submerged, then it will still fire. Want to try it out?" She was calling Nolan's bluff, as she didn't really know how to use the weapon. Pulling the trigger might not work without arming it.

"Also, you don't know if it has ammo, or how it works." Nolan points out, smiling wryly within his facemask. "So. What will you do, then? I bet the frostbite's starting to hurt." He said, tilting his head.

"If he drew the weapon to use on me, I could hazard a logical deduction that the weapon is loaded." She snarled lowly at him, and quickly flicked a look down at the gun. She pulled back the hammer of the heavy pistol with her thumb. "Chemical reactions occur from turning one type of energy to another. Kinetic to chemical is the most common 'primitive' weapon of my world. The hammer of this gun impacts the bullet and converts to said energy. How is that for working?" Her face betrayed no look of the searing cold in her legs and arms, and she ignored his question about it.

"...okay, so you know how it works. I'd gladly die so that my teammates could run away, so killing me has no benefit for you. What will you do now, Miss...?" He paused, as if to ask her name.

There was suddenly a roar as a large vehicle tore through the snow and underbrush. It stopped almost right next to Hait and Nolan. "Hait." she growled lowly at Nolan before the pistol butt rose and slammed hard into his head. Her muscles buldged as she quickly picked him up by the collar and threw him over the bike and mounted it. "If you follow; he dies." She looked at each of the remaining team members and revved the engine. She slammed down on a pedal and the bike took off and was quickly covered by the white out.

Dolly Kenton

"If you follow; he dies."

Dolly jogged forwards in the snow, her arctic gear thunking unpleasantly against her as she rolled down the hill, watching Jason and Sara scramble out of the hole; the rest of the party behind them.

"Goddamnit." She growled, clenching her fists, as she looked down at Jason and Sara. "...Sir, Ma'am, look, we have to go tell the General... or run after them.. something!"


"Hey!!" Mark ran/stumbled after Dolly and Sam as they rushed towards the rest of SG2 and Nolan, freaking out slightly when he saw the cloaked figure move with speed and precision to almost reflexively pin Nolan in the cold snowy ground. Holy shit, she's fast! He thought as he forced himself to stay put and not raise his P90. By the time he forced himself to do so, Hait was already on the move.

Jason McCallister
"Nolan!" Jason shouted, bouncing to his feet as he got out of the sink hole, listening to the aggressive exchanges that were taking place. That was probably the first time he ever called any one from any team by their first name.

Stopping himself short from reaching for the Zat in his suit, Jason grimaced, watching them leave, and instead reached for his radio. He nodded, glancing at Dolly before pressing the transmit button. =^="Thomson, sir, this is rather urgent, we ought to get the teams to move, Etearna's been taken. We're not alone out here any more.=^=

"If we go back to the SGC, who knows if we'll get Major Etearna back. I don't think we want to see that happening, even with how frakkin' cold it is out here," he said to Dolly sharply, not meaning any aggression. Yeah, the rest of SG3 was NOT going to be happy. Even more so, he was certain their medic wouldn't be happy with him either, that is if Robert didn't try to throttle him first! This just turned from bad to worse!

"We have to hurry!" Mark encouraged them. "Never leave a man behind!"

"Thank goodness for NVG's, but even then! I don't have my pack, it's back at camp, and we're already loosing her!" Jason whined, still feeling the effects from the pollen. "We're bloody doomed!" Jason began to fidget. He didn't want to wait for SG1 and the rest of SG3, but it was probably for the best!

Wolfe Shikrai
Meanwhile, Wolfe was moving closer. The black firedrake weaved through the trees and when there was less wind, Wolfe ordered a Stage Two transformation, and the firedrake expanded sleek, bat like wings. Its relatively lean, small form could barley be seen with the density of the snow. Staying low to the ground, the firedrake closed in on SG1 and Mike. She could see their heat signatures a bit better now.

Additionally, Wolfe's droid caught the signal from Hait's bike on a built in targeting system on her NVG's, and alerted her of the event immediately. She couldn't see the small group that was gathering farther out yet, and Hait's target seemed to 'vanish' quickly. Growling inwardly, Wolfe ordered the droid to move faster, and the intelligent machine half glided through the thick, winter jungle.

Sending a signal to the platoon back at the city, Wolfe ordered them to move even farther out, and handful of them began to move in Wolfe's direction to assist in the impending confrontation. Her first sergeant, Raul Dante, was moving closer to her position, picking up speed rapidly.


They were out, they were free they were... wait something had changed. Tiredly Sara looked around, seeing SG-3's Dolly Kenton there, along with Samual Harbour, Mark Hampton and a few others, but besides the 'sudden appearance' of the 2 SG teams, there was the 'sudden disappearance of Nolan.' She had been so out of it that she hadn't seen the cloaked figure at all.

"...Sir, Ma'am, look, we have to go tell the General... or run after them.. 
something!"

"Huh? Run affer whhhoo?" Sara asked in a slurred type of voice. To some it would probably appear that she was drunk or tired, but this was not the case.

"If we go back to the SGC, who knows if we'll get Major Etearna back. I don't 
think we want to see that happening, even with how frakkin' cold it is out 
here,"

Rising to her feet, Sara looked straight at Dolly for the first time. All of a sudden Sara stiffened, eyes growing to be as big as saucers.

"G-G-G-GG-GIRL!" Sara shouted, pointing at Dolly. She backed up, arms going out in front of her! "Dolly has the cooties..." Sara muttered softly as she started to circle around Dolly.

"Dolly has the cooties!" Sara said, this time a little louder and a little more forcefully. Her hands went to her face in horror as she continued, "Everybody run cuz Dolly Kenton has the cooties!"

Taking a running leap, Sara somehow managed to jump over Dolly's head, landing on the ground a little ways away. "KEEP YOUR CUCKOO COOTIES AWAY FROM ME!" Sara shouted, picking herself back up. Like an idiot she pushed Jason forward towards Dolly's general location before rushing to hide behind a tree. "MCCALLISTER! Take one for the team!" Sara called, now behind a tree.

It would appear that she didn't care or didn't know about Nolan being taken, but she did. However, her mind wasn't or didn't seem to be able to focus on that problem, instead focusing on the subject of cooties, which was just stupid and childish.

~We. Should. Move. The. Teams. Yes. Now. Say. That.~ Sara forcefully thought to herself, but what came out of her mouth was "DOLLY HAS THE COOTIES!"


  • Lieutenant Colonel Robert Thomson, British Army
    • Executive Officer, Stargate Command
    • Commanding Officer, SG-1
    • M1J-491
  • October 9th, 2010
"Sir, where is the rest of SG-2 and 3? Did they in fact go off in search of 
McCallister, Cafferey and Etearna?"

"THAT IS WHAT I AM ASKING!" Robert shouted before he got a message through the radio.

=^=Thomson, sir, this is rather urgent, we ought to get the teams to move, 
Etearna's been taken. We're not alone out here any more.=^=

=^=MAJOR, WHERE ARE YOU? MAJOR!=^= Robert said over the radio. He had the temptation to throw his radio to the ground but desided not to. "Ok team, does anyone one know what way they went so we know what way to actually go?" Robert said after calming down a bit.

He took his pistol out of his holster and checked to make sure it was loaded before putting back in his holster.


Jason flinched when Robert yelled into the radio. Where were they, really? He glanced off to the left, shivering briefly as he thought about this. He hadn't ran more than a few meters before he and Nolan had gone to look for Sara. =^="Some four or five meters off to the camp's 10 o'clock postition? Please don't kill me, sir?"=^= he asked, his voice a bit more squeaky than normal.

Jason stared blankly at Sara when she pushed him and shouted "take one for the team!" "What if I don't wanna?"

Even though they should be moving back to camp, the trio stood around, and Mark reached for his own cold radio, also deciding to speak to their group leader. =^="When's lunch, sir?!"=^=

Sara raised an eyebrow at that as she stepped out from behind the tree she was hiding behind.

“What the hell is that?” She asked, folding her arms.

From the look on her face it was clear that she was deadly serious about what she had said; what the hell WAS lunch?!

"Whatever it is, it can't be good!” She commented.

"What are you talking about? Lunch is the best!" Jason replied. "We can't have lunch yet! We shouldn't be standing around!" he added, knowing they had to decide on what to do, to A: try and move under these extreme temperatures or B: go back home and wait 'till later.

Mark slumped over a little, bummed. "But I'm freakin cold and food helps warm you up!" he whined. Normally, he wasn't such a whiner.

Jason reached for some snow covered green and yellow patterned ferns and flowers on the ground and handed them to Mark. Who knew what type of plant they were exactly. He beligerently shoved them in Mark's cold face. "Try the local flora, I hear it's good this time of year!" Mark sputtered a bit as he tried to bat away the cluster of plants. "I DON'T WANT VEGGIES!"

Sara approached the two men curiously eying what Jason was trying to hand to Mark.

“What the hell is that?” She asked, pointing to the food.

Mark seemed to ignore her as he continued with his rant, “I SAID...I. DON'T. WANT. VEGGIES!”

Sara put her hands on her hips at that remark. “Says who?” She asked.

"Him, that's who! We have to get to SG1!" Jason replied, starting to walk but slipping on the ice briefly. He started pulling on both of their collars. "You will respect mah authoritay, lunch can wait!"

“Says who?!” Sara called out once more as she tried to pry Jason's hand away from her collar.

All of a sudden her expression changed once more. Of course! Why didn't she think of that before?!

“Why not have a race back to... to... whateva's... that way?” Sara asked, gesturing in the general direction of camp.

Jason rolled his eyes for a moment before he perked up at Sara's suggestion. "Okay! But I'ma win because I'ma Parkour Mastah! Muahaha! On my count! Three - two - one - GO!" Unfortunately, it was still hard for Jason to see, but he could manage. Leaving Dolly behind to catch up or take her time following them, Jason bolted ahead and hopped over a log. "Oooh ooh catch me if you can!" he called as he moved ahead a bit, singing an old song that popped into his head..

“HEY!” Sara yelled after Jason. She ran after him with Mark right behind. She went to the left and immediately slammed in to a tree. Mark grinned and chuckled, pointing at Sara for a moment. Turning around Mark found himself face to face with a tree.

BANG Mark ran straight in to the tree, falling on his butt with a grunt. Ten steps behind, Sara got back to her feet. As she started to run again she yelled, “WHERE'S THE LAMB SAUCE?!”


  • Captain Kurt Atreides, United States Air Force
    • Executive Officer, SG-3
    • Medical/Engineering Specialist, SG-3
    • M1J-491
  • October 14th, 2010

Kurt wasn't fazed at all by Robert's anger. In fact he hardly noticed it. Suddenly an idea came in to his mind. Without thinking he opened his mouth and asked, "When's lunch?" just as Lieutenant Mark Hampton's voice came over the radio asking, =^="When's lunch, sir?!"=^=

Turning around Kurt started pacing, stating whatever came to his mind. "Ice tea and apple juice is riveting! You can't trick Asid. I'm tired of Crazy Train. Wait...that's something isn't it? Maybe I should go smoke some weed...though I will look forward to some beatings."

He was saying purely random things, obviously nothing he was saying was making any sense, but to him it was. "Hey did'cha know that if you put scallops in a non stick pan they won't stick, that's why it's called frakin NON STIIIICCCKK!" Kurt continued.

Having enough of talking, Kurt went over to the nearest tree and started hitting his head against it for no reason. To him this was perfectly natural, though he was wondering why no one else was doing it. Kurt wasn't fazed at all by Robert's anger. In fact he hardly noticed it. Suddenly an idea came in to his mind. Without thinking he opened his mouth and asked, "When's lunch?" just as Lieutenant Mark Hampton's voice came over the radio asking,

=^="When's lunch, sir?!"=^=

Turning around Kurt started pacing, stating whatever came to his mind. "Ice tea and apple juice is riveting! You can't trick Asid. I'm tired of Crazy Train. Wait...that's something isn't it? Maybe I should go smoke some weed...though I will look forward to some beatings."

He was saying purely random things, obviously nothing he was saying was making any sense, but to him it was. "Hey did'cha know that if you put scallops in a non stick pan they won't stick, that's why it's called frakin NON STIIIICCCKK!" Kurt continued.

Having enough of talking, Kurt went over to the nearest tree and started hitting his head against it for no reason. To him this was perfectly natural, though he was wondering why no one else was doing it.


Wolfe, Raul and the rest of the platoon moved in quickly and with minimal noise thanks to aid of the howling mountainside winds that were equivalent to the 'chinook winds' often experienced outside mountain chains in places like Canada or Alaska. Mike, Emily, Jake, Hayley, Robert, Audie, Kurt and the other team members approaching them would not be alone for long. The dragon-like droids made a wide circle around them as they selected their targets.

The sound of weapons powering up could be heard just as an EMP was initiated from Wolfe and Raul's droids. Two bright blue waves of energy moved towards the main group in a wave, and the effects of the EMP would cancel out their radios, frazzle their NVG's, and other electronic equipment for an uncertain amount of time. If anyone was relying on NVG's, they would quickly be introduced to the white and black winter scene around them in its natural appearance.

There was no communication as they approached and landed on the ground. Raul, a tall blonde haired man standing at 6 feet dressed in a thick cloak similar to Hait's towered over Mike and Emily on his silver droid. The droid itself was about the size of a horse that was about 13 hands towered behind Mike and Emily. The droid let out a mechanical growl and its tail swished behind the driver. The droid pivoted to the drivers left as Raul leaned down to swing a hooking punch towards the back of Mike's head, well aware of some of the primitive weapons some of these people carried. They could not speak, but it was obvious the teams should stop whatever they were currently doing and hope they could make peace with these natives. However, they were clearly quite aggressive...

Mike feels the cold air push against his neck. He ducks and the punch barely missing him by inchs. “HOLYY FRAKKKK” Mike Screams. He tries to reach his GPMG. He turns around and starts firing but they weren’t there, Mike sighs with relief then the native swings for him again knocking his GIMPY to the ground “So you want to play rough do ya?” as Mike grabs his Combat Knife.

Raul raises an eye brow upon hearing Mike's tone and seeing his defensive reaction. He glances over at the other SG1 team members along with the remnants of SG3. Thanks to his NVG's, he can see Kurt a few yards away muttering something random and then turning to randomly bashing his head against the tree. He snorts a smirk as he jumps down from his metallic steed as he sees the shapes of other platoon members begin to surround the team members.

Little to Kurt's knowledge, Raul could see a droid and rider moving in from behind the tree he was bashing his head on. Others continued to move around the group, surrounding them. One droid halted right near Robert and Jake while the others moved behind the rest accordingly. It was hard to hear the sound of weapons being drawn over the howling of the wind...

It was unfortunate that most of these natives would not understand a word any of the SG teams said... at least at first.

Meanwhile, Jason was running along. "More importantly, where's the lamb?!" he shouted back at Sarah before shouldering past a tree. "Ow mai shoulder! Bad tree!" He suddenly stopped short when he thought he heard something, and saw some "giant" horse and rider like shapes moving amidst the thick blizzard.

Suddenly, Wolfe and her droid intercepted Sara and Mark straight on. Jason whirls around upon hearing the droid when suddenly another EMP shot out from the droid just as he began to with draw the Zat he still carried. "What the fuuudge?!" seconds later, his NVG's crapped out. Frak!

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Mission #16: "Begin Again"
Chapter #1: "Rebuilding" | Chapter #2: "The One Ring to Rule Them All" | Chapter #3: "Recommendation" | Chapter #4: "It Begins Again" | Chapter #5: "Through the Gate" | Chapter #6: "New Mooning" | Chapter #7: "Nightfall" | Chapter #8: "...You Hate Sushi?" | Chapter #9: "Knights & Pawns" | Chapter #10: "Seperation" | Chapter #11: "Searching" | Chapter #12: "Freedom!" | Chapter #13: "Return" | Chapter #14: "Turn-around" | Chapter #15: "Searching Again" | Chapter #16: "Cleared"
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