Sound echoed on all sides, bouncing off jagged stone walls and low
hanging ceiling: ragged snatches of breath, water dripping endlessly onto the
ancient rock floor, the faraway ring of metal-clad boots.
Jack looked around, through the little clouds of his breath condensing
in the still, frigid air. Maybe this niche in the tunnel walls would offer a
few moments’ respite. No movement showed in the passage they had just raced
through. Ahead, another tunnel angled away into the darkness, offering at least
somewhere else to run.
His team gathered near him, faces turned toward the tunnels and watchful
for any hint of pursuit. Carter balanced on her left leg as she scanned the
darkness, denying the ache in her right ankle, twisted on the treacherously
slick rock. Teal’c faced the opposite direction, alert as ever, yet his utter
weariness could be seen in his slumped shoulders and slowing movements, his
skin an unhealthy grayish hue.
Daniel was leaning against the dank wall, the façade of stubbornness on
his face slipping as surely as his body was sliding down the uneven rocks, his
lungs now emitting little more than a distressed wheeze. His left fist was
still firmly planted on the pain below his ribs.
Jack shifted, vainly trying to ease the muscles knotted along his spine
and the stabbing pain that had been his constant companion for what seemed like
his entire life.
How the hell did we end up like
this?
Movement flickered in the corner of his eye – Carter’s hand coming up and signaling they were about
to be discovered.
He sucked in a gasp of cold air, reached over and grabbed a fistful of
Daniel’s shirt, helping his teammate as they staggered off in Teal’c’s wake –
plunging on into the unknown.
Within seconds SG-1 had vanished into the darkness, the eternal rock
showing no trace of their passing.
Another Day, Another Planet
“…and we bid you welcome to P-three-R-seven-seven-niner, where the
weather is a balmy eighty-four degrees. Today’s special for our campers
includes palm trees, a babbling brook, lots of weird grassy things and a
honkin’ huge sheep.” Jack O’Neill broke off his travelogue to give the colossal
statue nestled in the valley before them a quick glance over. He clapped his
hands together and continued, “As an added bonus, the management is delighted
to announce that the Tok’ra will not
be joining us on this mission, thus ensuring three days of uninterrupted fun in
the sun.”
Jack settled his shades over his eyes and snugged his cap firmly into
place as he continued to scan the area around the Stargate. Teal’c was likewise
on guard for potential hostiles. Carter maneuvered the loaded FRED down the
platform steps and around Daniel, who was already filming the structures before
them.
“I don’t remembering buying the monologue package for this trip,”
Carter’s voice floated up to him.
“Regrettably it appears to be supplied free of charge, Major Carter,”
Teal’c replied. “Whether one wishes it or not.”
Their colonel feigned wounded feelings and skipped down the stone steps.
“Of particular interest is our collection of big ol’ moldy buildings, designed
to capture the interest of any archaeologist worth his salt.” Jack clapped
Daniel on the back with enough force to break into his archaeologist’s reverie.
Daniel lowered the camera slightly and his gaze flicked to Jack for a
second before being dragged back to the wonders before him. “Wow,” he muttered.
“You’re welcome.” Jack loftily took the credit and launched back into
tour-guide mode. “So, we trust you all enjoy your stay and remember – take your
trash with you when you leave.” He waved his MP5 expansively at the surrounding
landscape. “Fan out, people.”
SG-1 moved away and began to take a proper look around. Jack circled
behind the Stargate and glanced through the ring at the V-shaped valley that
widened from where he stood to stretch for nearly two kilometers. Scrubby
bushes and mounds of tufted grass dotted the arid soil. To the right of the
Stargate he noted the brown waters of a river meandering through palm trees and
large rocks; a backup water supply was always welcome. Turning from the empty
land behind the platform, his gaze settled on a wide stone causeway that led
directly to where the colossal statue of the ram-headed beast crouched,
impassively guarding the entrance to an equally massive, many-columned temple.
Behind the temple rose a familiar sight: an enormous pyramid, built of
the same pale stone as the statue and temple, and large enough to serve as a
landing platform for a Goa’uld mothership. Warm breezes wafted over the team,
bringing the crisp, hot scent of desert sands from beyond the surrounding rocky
hills. Tiny birds twittered and darted through the grasses along the river
while larger hawk-like birds coasted on air currents high above. Nothing else stirred;
there was no movement among the buildings, no Jaffa coming to challenge the
intruders.
Teal’c halted fifty meters along the causeway, scanning the area and
absorbing what he saw with practiced ease. “This place appears deserted,
O’Neill,” he called out, voice carrying distinctly in the warm air.
“Clear, sir,” echoed Carter, a hundred meters off to the left.
O’Neill finished his own sweep. “Well, what do you know? Tok’ra intel
that’s actually right for once. Okay kids, have at it. Teal’c, you and Daniel
go check out that statue.” He grinned as Daniel, who had been impatiently
inching sideways while waiting for the all-clear, took off up the causeway at a
trot, Teal’c striding along behind.
Jack ambled over to the DHD, identified the lone unfamiliar glyph as the
point of origin and dialed up the coordinates for Earth, the immediate check-in
with Base now SOP since their little problem on Ernest’s world.
Seven symbols locked, Jack pressed the center crystal and – nothing. He frowned,
quickly checking the symbols were correct. They were, the point of origin the
only unfamiliar glyph, and the corresponding symbols were locked on the inner
ring of the Stargate. After a few moments the glowing chevrons winked out.
He glared at the DHD and tried again, pressing each symbol firmly:
Auriga, Cetus, Centaurus, Cancer, Scutum, Eridanus, Point-of-origin. The inner
ring of the Stargate spun, chevrons clunked as they locked, and Jack leaned on
the big red activation crystal with deliberate force. Nothing. He pressed again,
this time with both hands, but the wormhole refused to establish. Once again
the symbols winked out, leaving a cold foreboding to crawl up his spine.
Looking up, Carter’s name on his lips, Jack saw the major already headed
toward him.
“Problem, sir?”
“Can’t open the wormhole, Carter,” he replied. “Chevrons are locking,
but no cigar.”
Carter dropped her pack to the ground and whipped out a diagnostic tool.
She popped the access panel on the DHD and hooked up to the crystals inside.
“Power readings are all within acceptable parameters, sir.” She stowed the tool
and rose. “Mind if I give it a try?”
O’Neill stepped back, uneasily scanning the area. “Please, prove me
wrong, Carter.” He looked along the causeway to see Teal’c staring back at
them, already alerted to trouble by the lack of activity at the Stargate.
Carter hit the symbols for the address to Earth, methodically pressing
each panel and muttering its name. She depressed the activation crystal and got
nothing. The chevrons around the Stargate glowed cheerily in the sunlight but
the Stargate itself remained merely an empty ring. After a minute, the lights
winked out and the DHD shut down.
“What’s the likelihood of this happening two missions in a row? If Aris
Boch is lurking somewhere….” Jack
swiped his cap from his head and scrubbed at his hair. He smacked the radio on
his vest and barked, “Teal’c, Daniel, fall back to the ’gate. Wormhole’s not
opening.”
Jack watched for a moment as Daniel and Teal’c turned and retraced their
path along the stone causeway, then looked down to see Carter again on her
knees with her head nearly inside the access panel.
“Anything, Carter?” He knew he should probably give her more than a
minute to come up with a solution, but still….
“Hoo boy. Take a look at this, sir.” She sat back on her heels, her face
scrunched up in a mix of worry and interest.
Casting another glance around the empty valley, Jack dropped to one knee
and peered inside the DHD. His knowledge of the inner workings of the alien
machines was enough to tell if one was in working condition or not. The usual
set of crystals was present; their color and arrangement all as they should be.
What was not usual was a spidery-fine network of filaments, concealed behind
and attached to the control crystals. Alien and very out of place, they
glittered blackly sinister in the sunlight.
“The DHD is accepting the coordinates we enter and they’re lighting up
on the ’gate in the correct sequence, but my guess is this is stopping the
wormhole from initiating,” Carter said.
“Whoa, what the hell is that?” Daniel’s voice floated over Jack’s
shoulder as he and Teal’c arrived and bent to peer inside the DHD.
“Good question. Teal’c, you seen anything like this before?” Jack asked,
twisting around to squint up through the sunlight at him.
“I have not, O’Neill.” Teal’c’s eyes tracked the path of the black
tendrils. “They appear to be connected to the crystals that are responsible for
controlling power and transmitting coordinates to the Stargate.”
“That can’t be good,” remarked Daniel.
“Indeed. It is not unknown for some Goa’uld to tamper with the DHDs for
their own purposes.”
Jack straightened up and snapped open the cover of his chrono. Twenty
minutes on-planet already. “Well, we’ve missed our check-in. The SGC should be
dialing in any minute now. Carter, you’d better work out if you need any extra
gear from home.”
“Yes, sir. The piece that was missing from the DHD on PJ6-877 is still
here. I don’t think we can blame this on Aris Boch.” She bent her head back
inside the pedestal and began to talk quietly with Teal’c about the placement
of crystals.
Daniel moved to stand next to Jack. The valley spread out before them in
silent majesty. Against an indigo sky, the limestone surface of the pyramid,
buildings, statue and causeway gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight. A gold
capstone on the pyramid blazed in an ostentatious display that impressed even
Jack. Beside him, unable to examine these wonders closely while their present
problem remained unresolved, Daniel pulled out his camera and began to film.
Five, six, seven chevrons locked – and no wormhole. Jack turned away
from the silent valley to see Carter and Teal’c duck behind the DHD to worry at
the controls once more. Six attempts to dial out and they were none the wiser.
The Stargate shut down with a disappointed whine, then almost immediately the
chevrons began to light up again with another attempt. They glowed brightly for
close to a minute before winking out with a mocking snap.
Stranded.
No way out.
Jack stalked back to his team.
“Anything?”
Carter glanced up at him, squinting against the sun in her eyes. “Sir,
it looks like the black filaments are disrupting the connection between the
coordinate verification mechanism and the wormhole activators.”
Daniel appeared at Jack’s shoulder, shielding the glare from her face.
“Is it just Earth’s address that it blocks? Maybe another address will get
through.”
Jack shrugged and gestured with his MP5 at the DHD. “Go for it, Daniel.”
Pocketing his camera, Daniel stepped up, and after a moment’s thought
dialed the coordinates for the Alpha site. Symbols lit, chevrons locked – but
no gushing splash of event horizon answered his call.
He tried again, this time Cimmeria. Nothing.
Argos. Zip.
Oannes. Squat.
Orban. Diddly.
Planet of the Naked White Bald Guys. Bupkiss.
One last one. Nada.
“You dialed the address for Chulak, Daniel Jackson?” queried Teal’c.
“Chulak?” Jack echoed. “What, you think we need another
challenge right now?”
“Well, I wasn’t planning on going through if it worked, Jack. I just thought
maybe the DHD has been tampered with to recognize only Goa’uld worlds,” Daniel
pointed out. “I guess not.”
Jack allowed him that and sighed in frustration.
“Perhaps if we were to dial the Stargate manually, we could bypass the
mechanism on the DHD.” Teal’c’s suggestion broke through the strained silence.
“It’s worth a try, sir,” added Carter as she stood up.
Fifteen minutes of back-wrenching labor later they were no closer to an
answer.
“I don’t get it, sir,” complained Carter as they all stood sweating in
the sun. She accepted the canteen offered by Daniel and swallowed a long, cool
drink of water. “If the filament is stopping the DHD from sending the
coordinates to the ’gate, we should still be able to dial out manually. We’ve
done it before without a DHD.”
Jack’s next question went unasked when the first chevron on the Stargate
lit up with a reassuring clunk.
“Yes.” Long, determined strides had him in front of the MALP, ready to
make contact with the base. The seventh chevron locked and the gush of the
wormhole brought a sigh of relief from them all. Within seconds of the event
horizon stabilizing, the camera on the MALP was tracking around, moved by
unseen hands and accompanied by the welcome sound of General Hammond’s voice,
issuing tinnily from the speaker.
“SG-1, this is Hammond, please
respond.”
“SGC, this is SG one niner. We read you, General.”
“Colonel, you missed your first
check-in. What’s your status?”
“We’ve got a bit of a technical hitch, sir. We’re secure, no hostiles,
but there’s some kind of… thing attached to the DHD controls. It’s preventing
us from opening the wormhole. Carter?” Jack motioned her forward and stepped
aside.
Carter swiftly filled the general in on what they had discovered so far.
“Also sir, there’s a box of tools in my lab marked ‘Off-world diagnostics’.
Could you arrange for it to be sent through?”
“It’s on its way, Major. Colonel,
apart from the equipment Major Carter has requested, is there anything else we
can do from here?”
“We’re good for the moment, sir. We’ll have a look around the buildings
here, see what we can turn up. If it looks like we’re going to have an extended
stay, we’ll need extra supplies.”
The thought of spending days or weeks in this empty place didn’t exactly
fill him with cheer, but things could be oh, so much worse. If all else failed
they could get the Tok’ra to scare up a ship and come get them. Speaking of….
“Sir, this entire mission was the Tok’ra’s idea. They came up with the
address, they asked us to head a mission to check out this place for some old
base of Ra’s, and yet at the last minute they’re suddenly ‘unavoidably detained
by political matters’ and it’s ‘don’t wait for us, we’ll catch up with you’.”
Jack waved sarcastic quotation marks in the air as he spoke.
“Understood, Colonel. We’ll
contact the Tok’ra and see if they can shed any light on the situation.” Jack could just picture the look on Hammond’s
face. “Heads up, people. Sergeant Siler
has Major Carter’s requisition.”
They moved back, unnecessarily, as a large plastic crate popped through
the wormhole, propelled by a push along the grating of the SGC’s ramp to slide
gently to a halt on the stone platform a whole world away.
“We’ll dial in again at 1400
hours and on the hour after that. Good luck. Hammond out.”
The Stargate disengaged, leaving the four looking at each other.
“You think the Tok’ra set us up, Jack?” asked Daniel.
“I’m just saying it’s a mighty big coincidence.”
“Well, they were right that this planet was once used by Ra,” Daniel
countered. He turned, waving an arm at the looming statue. “That’s a
Criosphinx. The ram’s head design is a typical feature of smaller sphinxes on
Earth that were dedicated to Amun, or Ra. Also, there’s a design above the
entrance to the temple that could well be a Wadjet – The Eye of Ra. I’ll have
to get closer to be certain, though.”
Jack scowled, unwilling to give up his main suspect just yet. “Well,
Miseanu said she and the rest of the Tok’ra would be joining us at 2000 hours.
I’ll reserve judgment until then.” He looked over his team, glad once again
that he had a wealth of knowledge and experience to call upon instead of a
grunt of Marines.
“Carter, Teal’c – see what you can do about disconnecting that thing
from the DHD. Daniel, let’s you and I take a walk and find out what’s so damn
fascinating about this place.”

