Seth’s Stargate Adventure

 

 

             Colonel Seth Emond, team leader of SG-6, strode into the gate room and found most of SG-1 waiting.  Major Sam Carter greeted him with a warm smile.  Teal’c approached and extended his hand.

             “SethEmond, it is agreeable to see you again,” Teal’c said.  He and Seth clasped each other’s forearms in the traditional manner of Jaffa warriors.

             “Likewise, Teal’c.  I missed our sparring practice last week.”

             “As did I.”

             Colonel Jack O’Neill finished inspecting his P-90 and looked up.  “Hey, Seth.   You still on for the poker game Thursday night?”

             “Looking forward to it.”  Seth accepted his own P-90 from an airman and double-checked it, just as Jack had.

             “Sweet.  How are Wilson and Rawlings?”

             “Still in the infirmary,” Seth said.  His teammates had both caught a nasty strain of an alien flu, putting them out of action for several days.  “Doctor Frasier says they’re recovering well.”

             “Good to hear.”  Jack sat at the base of the gate ramp and stretched his legs.  “Get comfortable.  We’re still waiting for Daniel.”

             “And Christian,” Seth said.

             “Yeah.  Whose brilliant idea was it to put them together?”

             “Ours.”

             Jack rolled his eyes.  “Yeah sure you betcha.”

             Ten minutes later, Doctor Daniel Jackson walked into the gate room, trying to stuff a book into an already-bulging backpack.  Captain Christian Crawford, Seth’s linguistics expert, had a hand on Daniel’s shoulder and was steering him toward the gate.  He hefted a backpack that was as full as Daniel’s.

             “Forget anything?” Jack asked, climbing to his feet.  “Milk money, lunch bag, kitchen sink?”

             Seth could see Sam trying not to smile as she reached for the uncooperative book.  “Here, Daniel.  I’ve got room in my pack.”

             “Thanks, Sam.”

             Sam stored the book and slid her backpack into place.  Daniel and Christian took a little longer to adjust the weight of their packs and retrieve their weapons from the waiting airmen, but finally they were ready.  Jack and Seth watched their linguists with affectionate amusement.

             “Um, Jack?”  Daniel glanced around the gate room.  “What are we waiting for?”

             Jack snorted.  “You, Dannyboy.”

             “Oh.  I’m ready.”

             Jack gently cuffed Daniel on the side of the head while Seth signaled for the dial-up sequence.  Seven chevrons later, the gate whooshed to life.

             “Let’s move out, people.”  Jack gestured the others to precede him.  Sam and Teal’c went first, followed by Daniel and Christian.  Seth and Jack covered the rear.

             Technically, Seth should have been in charge of the mission.  SG-6 had initiated contact with the natives of P8X-366 three weeks ago.  Major Rawlings had found traces of naquadah in the extensive cave system near the village where they’d stayed, so the Pentagon decided on a follow-up visit to determine how much naquadah was available and whether the natives would be interested in trade.  Although Christian had managed simple communication with the natives, he had requested Daniel’s help for the follow-up visit.  General Hammond had assigned all of SG-1 to accompany Seth, Christian, and Daniel after Wilson and Rawlings got sick.

             Seth had discussed it with Jack, and Jack had left the decision of leadership to him.  Upon consideration, Seth decided that since most of the team was composed of SG-1 and Jack was the senior officer, he and Christian would defer to Jack.  Stories abounded in the SGC, and Seth was actually looking forward to seeing SG-1 in action and discovering for himself how they had attained their larger-than-life status.

             Of course, he didn’t expect much action.  Sam would explore the caves for naquadah while Christian and Daniel talked to the natives.  Seth, Teal’c, and Jack would stand around and if needed, look scary.

             P8X-366, which Jack promptly dubbed “Endor,” was a typical forested planet complete with trees and more trees and even more trees.  The natives, which Jack had taken to calling “Ewoks” even though they looked as human as himself, lived in a simple village five miles from the gate.  The cliff wall behind the village provided a natural border, as well as caves where the villagers could shelter during the occasional severe thunderstorms that struck in the late summers.  A nearby river supplied water and a tasty version of trout.

             By day two, Seth and Jack were bored out of their skulls.  They scratched tic-tac-toe games in the dirt, fished, and taught the local children how to play football.  They were in the middle of thirty-fourth tic-tac-toe game—Seth was ahead, twenty to fourteen—when the whine of an engine caused both colonels to look up.

             “Did you hear that?” Seth asked, checking the sky.

             Jack gave a curt nod, looking as tense as Seth felt.  “Sounded like a glider.”

             “That’s what I thought.  Daniel said the Goa’uld haven’t visited Endor in years.”

             Jack shaded his eyes and stared in the direction of the gate.  “I’ll get Teal’c and investigate--”

             The whine came again, closer this time.  Through the trees, Seth caught a glimpse of the Jaffa death-glider.  Jack swore.

             “Definitely a glider.”  He clicked on his radio.  “Teal’c, we’ve got Jaffa activity.”

             “On my way,” Teal’c’s voice responded.

             Seth and Jack jogged to the village square, where Daniel, Christian, and several of the elder villagers were seated in a circle.

             “Daniel, Crawford!  Get these Ewoks into the caves.  We’ve got Jaffa inbound.”

             Daniel clambered to his feet.  “Jack, the Goa’uld haven’t--”

             Jack cut him off, “Daniel, unless someone else is out there flying around in a death-glider, the Goa’uld are here.  Into the caves, now.”

             Daniel turned back to the villagers and explained, rapid-fire, in a language that sounded vaguely Spanish.  The elders shook their heads and began jabbering.  Christian leaned forward and joined what looked to be an argument.

             “Daniel?  What’s the holdup here?” Jack asked.

             Daniel huffed.  “They don’t believe me.  I told you, Jack.  They haven’t seen any Goa’uld for generations.”

             “For crying out loud!”

             Seth heard the glider approaching again and pointed.  “Look!”

             “Mira!  Mira!”  Christian stabbed his finger in the direction Seth was pointing and continued his efforts to persuade the elders.

             This time, the villagers also saw the glider, and cries of panic rose up.  Daniel and Christian managed to calm them, their words tumbling over each other as they convinced the elders to gather their people and organize an evacuation to the caves.

             “Looks like a search pattern,” Seth murmured, watching the glider.  “Probably searching for signs of habitation.”

             “O’Neill!” Teal’c called out as he and Sam hurried through the crowd.

             “Teal’c and I will head to the gate and find out what kind of numbers we’re looking at.  You’re in charge here, Seth.  Help Daniel and Crawford get these people into the caves and establish a defensive perimeter.”

             Jack and Teal’c hurried off.  Seth and Sam had a quick discussion about setting up the claymores.  While Sam did that, Seth helped Daniel and Christian shepherd the villagers into the caves.

             Two hours later, Jack and Teal’c still hadn’t reported back.  Repeated hails over the radio went unanswered.  The death-glider had passed over the village several times, but they had seen no Jaffa.  Seth huddled with the other SG members at the cave entrance and debated options.  When another hour passed without contact, Seth decided to search for their missing teammates.

 

                                                                                          

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