Stargate SG-6: Ch.1; The plan is working?

[Darth SS]

Dexter Leary had just...the trippiest dreams he's ever had. They all blurred together, and spun some horrible tapestry of the next 48 hours of his life. Unfortunately, he'd forget them all by the time he woke up, but that couldn't be helped. Cycling like some horrible iPod set on shuffle, they kept replaying...

***

Dexter stepped up to the stargate, and looked into that blue liquid. At long last, the controller yelled, "SG-6, go!" With a quick little hand motion, he waved them forward. Bravely, save for Benny, they strolled through that wormhole and onto Armanas.

***

"Thank you! Thank you! We must hurry back to the Stargate," the frail little man yelled. He was scrambling all over Kat, as if trying to find a handhold. Quite roughly, she pushed him off, sending him sprawling on the ground. There was a clacking, and she racked her shotgun. The sprawling servant's eyes glanced around frantically. Fear was etched onto his face, almost as if it was chiselled on.

"Please...I fear I may have been followed..."

***

Chester and Benny were on their backs, hiding behind a very conveniently placed pile of rocks. Chester decided to risk it and peek over the rocks. A patrol of Jaffa stalked by, still in formation. They were heading into the woods where the rest of the team had fled. Chester brought his P90 up and made sure to keep them covered.

Benny grabbed his radio, "Dexter? Dex? You've got a whole bunch of those jaffar guys going into the woods after you. Chester says we're going to circle around and head to the Stargate. You can pick us up on route?"

"Roger that. We're almost through the woods. Still about two damn kilometers to the cargo ship."

Right then, Benny heard the biggest explosion he ever had. The force threw him flat on his back, and the trees in the woods tumbled over. With a torrential whoosh, the sky turned back and directions seemed to stop existing. Pure chaos ruled for a few horrible seconds. And then it was over. Chester was the first up, and looked to where the Stargate was. A mushroom cloud hung over the sky.

***

Benny was lost. When they'd scattered to avoid the jaffa patrol, he'd lost the rest of his group. Then a bolt of blue lightning hit him in the back, and he fell over. He was passed out from the pain before he hit the ground.

***

James opened his zat, and looked over at Kat.

"You ever used one of these things?"

"No, I'm new at this too."

"Fun stuff."

James took a moment, psyching himself up. This was insane. Absolutely positively insane. That was the genius of it. Behind them, Benny was working frantically, and only god knew where Dex and Chester were.

"Go."

Him and Kat stood and sprinted out to meet their fate.

***

General Hammond was groggy. It was too damn early in the morning, and he needed his coffee. Unfortunately, he couldn't go to get any, because off-world teams could try to contact him at any moment. Truth be known, they only tried to contact him when he wasn't there. Then the stargate activated, and someone called out "We have an incoming transmission sir! Same IDC as Khonsu."

Hammond frowned, then said "Let's hear it."

A scared voice came through on the other side. It whispered quietly, "I am Ma'Kal, Khonsu's former servant. I have the information you sought. Please, please hurry. Please meet me on Armanas. Please hurry, I don't know how long I have..."

Hammond looked at one of his techies. "Place the call. Activate SG-6, yesterday."

***

Dexter woke up to his phone ringing. Oh wait, that last one wasn't a dream. That was reality.

[TheBlindMime]

As his cell phone began to ring, Dex's eyes instinctively grew tighter. He'd left the lights on before going to sleep again, he didn't want to even bother opening his eyes to prove it. In fact it was the only thing he positively remembered from last night. Throwing a hand over to his nightstand he found what he wanted, thrusting it to his lips he tried to drink the remnants of the bottle. He quickly discovered there was none. He set the seagrams aside before grudgingly picking up the phone, "What is it?" It was his angry/hungover voice, he hated speaking in that voice.

"Uh.... Dexy?" It was his wife, or rather his soon to be ex-wife Sharon. "Is that you?" She could never recognize his angry/hungover voice it was so deep and cracked.

Dex quickly coughed as he straightened up in the bed, there was always something in the pitch of her voice that made Dex think he was about to be in trouble. Though as he slid himself up in the bed he realized he was about into be trouble, he bumped into something, there was a lump in his bed. Not like a growth, more like an unfortunate existence. She was a Lt. or a Major or... a doctor or something, Dex couldn't remember. All he could do was cough in shock before replying with the most polite, "Hey baby."

Though these words quickly proved to be an unfortunate choice, he could feel the woman stir next to him, his hand clasped over the microphone as the woman next to him muttered a simple "mornin'." in a delightful southern drawl. That was probably what drew him towards her, he always loved southern girls, especially when he was drunk. She got out of the bed and moved to the bathroom as if she owned the place, Dex was about to say something to her when he realized he should be listening to the phone.

"-iss you so much and I just want to see you again. What do you think?"

"Well baby, I really miss you too." Right as he paused Dex could quite clearly hear his female companion hauk a loogie down into what he hoped was the sink. "More then I even thought. Y'know I have some R&R coming my way if you want to-"

"MY GAWD DARLIN' ISSAT THE TIME?!!" It appeared his southern bell had found the clock radio Dex kept in the shower, he clasped his hand over the phone once more. But this time was different.

"Who was that?" He was too late. "Was that a womans voice Dex?" Sharon had dropped the cute "y" off of his name, he was in trouble now and he knew it.

"That was the tv-" He could hear a piercing southern voice once more as she tore open the bathroom door.

"Sorry to cut this short Dexter darlin' but I am late." Dex winced at the sound of the womans voice, it was quickly accompanied by the sound of a disconnect signal over the phone.

"AWWwww..." The phone dropped to the floor as he began to rub the dust from his eyes.

"Don't worry darlin' I'll be back later." As Dexter turned to say something all he could see was the door shutting behind her. He hadn't even seen her face.

"Why doesn't somebody just kill me." It was at this moment the phone rang. It was the black phone, a hard line, no way for it to be tapped. It was the bad phone. Dex brought the phone up to his ear as if it was a bomb he knew was about to go.

"Lt. Colonel Leary?" An ambiguous voice questioned. "This is a call about SG-6."

The cursed team, the team which plagued all those who wore the badge to death. "You guys are quick."

"Excuse me sir?"

"Sorry just thinking out loud, briefing in a half hour?"

"Yessir."

"Good." Slamming the phone down Dexter sighed, "Unmei wa dou demo ii." (Fuck destiny.) After a quick shower Dexter was walking down the halls of the Cheyenne mountain base, giving each and every female a little extra salute. He wasn't sure where he'd gotten that bottle of seagrams, but he swore if he found the jerk who'd given it to him he was going to slug him.

[Toastburner B]

The phone rang.

And rang.

And rang.

Chester's eyes slowly opened. Darkness filled his room, suggesting it was still night. Then again, I'm in the middle of a mountain, so I can't really go by that, can I? he thought to himself.

He rolled over and looked at his clock. 4:42 am? 4:42 am?! There isn't a reason in the world to wake a man up at 4:42 am! I don't care if there's an army of Jaffa pouring through the Stargate right now, I fully intend not to worry about until at least 6 o'clock.

However, the phone kept ringing.

And ringing.

And ringing.

Chester cursed himself for putting the ring setting on the one he found most annoying. I knew I'd be tempted not to answer, so I chose the one I couldn't stand.

Finally, Chester reached over and picked up the phone. "DaLaney."

"Sorry to wake you up, Captain," the voice on the other end of the phone said, "but a brieifing has been called for SG-6 in a half hour."

SG-6? I'm not SG-6. Chester almost told the poor man on the other end of the phone just that, but in not so polite terms, when the events of the last few days came back to him.

Wait, I am on SG-6.

Oh....crap.

"Captain DaLaney?" the voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Sorry, still waking up. 30 minutes for the briefing, gotcha."

Chester hung up the phone and turned on the light, wincing at the pain in his eyes. "You really shouldn't wake the Dark Lords of the Sixth this early."

[PyrosNine]

James for the most part, ignored the phone. He was busy ridding his backyard of gophers. He had worked it out that by using just the right amount of Explosive 300.94 in a pump, he could fill each and every tunnel underneath his backyard with fiery rodent death.

Naturally, he had to do it early in the morning for the best visibility, and at a time when no one else would be around to see him do it. He still had neighbors routinely checking his house out through their windows after he "dug" his pool. But it was a nice pool, anyway. And at least if he set his neighbors bushes on fire again, at least there was now a water source nearby, and he made sure to have a fire extinquisher.

He made a few quick checks of the explosive, the pump, and made sure no gopher was making a run for freedom. Gophers were smart animals, and one never knew if they had caught on to his genocidal schemes. Especialy since when he made the pool, not a single gopher bit the dust. There had to be a reason for that. Maybe they were evil alien gophers or something. In that case, as a member of the "stardoor" thingy, it was his duty to utterly annihalate them all with impunity.

James readied the hot stick, in this case some incense, and put the explosive in the pump, and the pump's hose into the hole in the ground. "Alright. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2.....1!"

James slammed the pump as he shoved the incense down the hole, and felt and whoosh beneath his feet. The fire raced down the tunnels, and from James's perspective, he noticed alot of the grass died and shriveled as their roots were burnt up. He was cooking the very ground his stood on.

Cool.

But as usual, when he was having fun, there was bound to be a repercussion. Namely, he hadn't bothered to check and see where all the gopher tunnels led. It probably would have benefitted him to know that they also led under the nearby bushes, his neighbor's gazebo, an empty tool shed, and most importantly, underneath his house's floorboards.

James immediately became aware of the bushes, as red flame burst up from below them, and the smoke began to rise. "Ooops..."

Then he saw the heat of the flames melting the paint on the gazebo.

"Damn..."

The toolshed looking like Timothy Mcveigh had lived in there.

"Shit!"

Underneath his house, the gopher hole was partially closed. Running on a treadmill and DDR had long since caused it to collapse partially, but as the pressure built up in that area due to James's continual pumping, explosion got through.

Coincidentally, it was right beneath the coffee table James kept the phone on. And right in the trajectory of the blast, was a window through which you could see James.

James turned at the sound of glass breaking. "FU-"

The cordless phone smacked him in the head and he went down like a ton of bricks.

"Hello? Hello? Major Evans? the phone crackled, it's phone base still functioning. James rolled his eyes, and made the world stop spinning. Mostly. The Gazebo's roof was still spinning, but he assumed that was because the hot air underneath it and it's enclosed nature was making a bit of a vaccuum.

He reached over and grabbed the phone, and held it to the ear as he lay upon the warm deadened grass. "...Yes? Major Evans speaking."

"Sir. Your presence is required at the SGC."

"Oh. Kay. How soon should I be there?"

"You have a briefing in 30 minutes."

"Sure...yeah...sure. I'll be there." James picked himself up and stood, surveying the damage in progress. It didn't look good. He reached over for the fire extinquisher, but as he did so, something else caught his eye.

Emerging from the pool were four very wet gophers, crawling out of the kiddy side and ambling down the path. One on the very back seemed to have a few blackened hairs on it's rear end, and a whisp of steam rising from both his tail and from the pool.

"Damn...."

******************************

James drove down the mountain road, humming along with the radio. Sure, he was bound to have some angry, angry neighbors, but then again, he was also assured the possibility of death, which upon he'd never have to worry about lawsuits. When he got to the base, he waved at the man at the gate, an drove in.

Naturally, car parking wasn't an issue, but nonetheless James took a spot that wasn't his, purely out of defiance. Sure, he could have a top secret clearance and given extra money for hard to do work, bu the was still doing what he hated in order to do what he loved. He'd rather cut the middle man, but alas that day hadn't come yet.

Still humming James boarded the elevator, and wished it played music. Of course the only one who agreed with him was some O'neil person, so it would be awhile. Perhaps if he blew up a mothership or something...nah.

When the doors opened, James nodded to the security detail that patroled the area, and walked down one of the many halls of the SGC. It was like an unmappable maze, the SGC. There were about a hundred winding paths from A to B, and no direct way to anywhere. It was most likely a security reason, as from what he understood there had been intruders and whatnot. The other problem was that the place was in constant renovation to make room for new science rooms, and just to mix the place up. He could have sworn the hallway he just walked through was once where they kept the vending machines, but hey, at least they had finally gave him an office. And a new computer. Oh....there would be games played. Especially if he got his hands on Alien computer stuff. That would kick-ass.

James pondered the SGC and the possibility of playing Half-Life 2 on a computer used to govern an alien spacecraft as he kept going, inevitably reaching the briefing room.

He opened the doors, and hoped he wasn't late.

[Darth SS]

Benny woke up in a very precarious situation. Somehow during the night, he'd managed to loop and entwine his blankets to the point they formed a cocoon, which pinned his arms with a vice-like grip. Making the situation more fun, he'd rolled off the bed, and was now hanging a foot above the floor, suspended by his freakish cocoon. Furiously, he struggled against his entrapment and thrashed about so hard that his bed started swaying. Then he stopped. He heard something he wasn't supposed to hear. It was another human, giving a slight groan of exhaustion and discontent at being woken up. It was a female voice.

Now, there was one thing that was and is incredibly essential to understanding Benny. After advanced high school biology, pre-med, a bachelors of physics, a master and PhD in nuclear physics, and an IQ that was considered about the top 30 on the planet, Benny had one massive shortcoming. He did not understand humans. Women especially. He was incredibly socially inept. Thus, when he heard that melodic voice behind him, he fought down every instinct he had, and didn't scream in terror. He could hear and feel the bed moving, which meant the unknown girl was now moving around.

Then the blankets gave way, dropping Benny onto the floor roughly. He let out a yelp of surprise and a bit of pain, and he heard whoever it was get up at the noise. Benny rose and spun. The girl did the same. Then Benny wanted to shoot himself. Not because she was ugly, she was quite attractive, but because...

The night before, Lieutenant Colonel Leary had rounded up as many people as he could for one last hurrah at a local bar. A few of his friends and compatriots were moving away other cities, getting other jobs. Major Evan's sister had been among them, though he hadn't been present. That was who looked back at him now. There was a dead silence.

The phone rang.

Benny grabbed it and answered. His voice went up an octave higher than it normally did.

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"SG-6 got the call. Half an hour to briefing."

Benny slammed the receiver down and stared at the girl whose name he didn't even know. "I'vegottogotoworknowbye." He sprinted into his bathroom, and had the quickest shower he could remember ever taking, dove into his clothes and sprinted out of the house. Not slowing down any, he drove well over the speed limit all the way to cheyenne mountain, and walked into the base looking like he'd been run over.

Numbly, he walked into the briefing room and desperately avoid eye contact with James. He didn't want to die.

At long last, one of the advisors popped his head in. "General Hammond will be with you briefly, he's just gathering intel. I will tell you for certain though, you'll be going off-world. You might want to talk about the group discipline and stuff. Could be good for future reference." The advisor then dropped his voice. "Not that 6 teams have a future."

Benny involuntarily made a squeaking noise, born purely out of mind-numbing terror.

[Toastburner B]

Chester watched as Benny came in, and watched as Benny did a horrible job of trying to be nonchalant in his effort to avoid looking at James. Oh, good heavens. What did he do? he thought to himself. He only hoped James wasn’t aware enough to notice Benny trying to get James to not notice him.

Chester shook his head as that last thought ran through his mind again. Man…I must still be tired, because I’m starting to confuse myself!

Then the idiot aid made his snide little comment.

“Says the man who is nice and safe on this side of the Gate.” Chester growled.

[TheBlindMime]

Right as Chesters growl faded the doors handle clicked open, loudly enough to let everyone know it was opening and yet quietly enough to let everyone know whoever was opening it was trying to be stealthy. The door slowly swung open before Dex lowered his head in. Seeing that all eyes were set upon him he did the only thing he could think to do, "Uh... Hey."

Shifting into the room awkwardly he gave a few nods to the group before tip-toeing over to a free chair, sitting down to the sound of a very loud and very audible squeek. Looking up for some semblance of an answer about his chair he saw the look on Benny's face. It was a mish-mash of absolute fear and terror as he desperately attempted to avoid eye contact with James.

Turning to James Dexter raised a hand to say something but stopped as he eyed what appeared to be a small patch of burned dirt in James' hair. Dexter looked down to the table before idly cracking his knuckles, and breaking the very silence he had created. "So.... what did I miss?"

[PyrosNine]

"Eh, nothing much." James totally noticed Benny's attempt to be unnoticed, but didn't care. As far as he was concerned, Benny was probably doing the right thing, which James himself would do in Benny's shoes.

Not that he'd ever wear Benny's shoes. They were too small. But he did know he'd be working with Benny. The scientist and the Engineer always had to work together with the Techy stuff. He just hoped that Benny wouldn't piss his pants every time he touched something electric, alien, or non-combustible for that matter.

Oh well. Perhaps he could calm the jittery nerd down. "Sooo Benny. How's life been treating you, eh?"

[Darth SS]

Benny's voice involuntarily rose an octave as he was forced to make eye contact with James.

"It's been treating me quite well thank you for asking how are you James?" came out all in a rush, and ran only on one breath. Desperately trying to change the subject, Benny asked the first thing he could think to ask. "So, can anyone tell me what it's like off-world?"

Mercifully, General Hammond strolled through the door right then. He looked tired. He looked like he desperately needed a break, but giving the current state of affairs he wasn't going to get one. Quite delicately, he closed the door, then rubbed his temples. After a few false starts, he finally gathered the air into his lungs and spoke. His words were chosen very delicately.

"SG-1 through 11 are off-world. You are my fall-back men, and I never intended to have you deployed so early. Unfortunately, I find myself with no choice. Five days ago, SG-1 undertook an assignment where they feigned capture in order to make contact with the Tok'Ra Khonsu. Unfortunately, Khonsu's allegiances were discovered and he, as well as a few other supporters, were killed. The purpose of the mission was to gain information that Khonsu claims, I mean claimed, is of utmost importance to the safety of Earth. Unfortunately, we still have no idea what that information is. Approximately 35 minutes ago, we received a message through the Stargate. Khonsu's servant escaped the killings, and he has our desired information. He has requested asylum, and has requested that we send a team to retrieve him. That's where you come in. You'll be going to Armanas."

There was a murmur through the group, but it subsided quickly. Armanas was where the first SG-6 had warranted the infamous curse. It was supposed to be the planet that SG-6 was to never be deployed to, yet, here they were.

"I understand the signifigance. However, we don't have a choice. Jack and his boys are tied up at the Alpha Site, and it will be a while before we can get anybody else back here. Thus, you've been selected to go and retrieve this servant. We don't even know his name. You'll be going in armed, and we do believe there is a decent chance he was followed, so be on your toes. Your fifth member, Kat beat you all here by twenty-five minutes, so we sent her ahead to scout. You'll meet up with her and then find this servant. Bring him back to earth. That's all. Any questions?"

Benny raised his hand.

"Sir, what's Armanas like?"

"Scattered forests, mostly plains. Don't worry, you'll be sent to the second stargate on the world, on the other side of the planet from your hexers."

Benny raised his hand again.

"Sir, I see nothing that pertains to nuclear physics. Why am I going?"

"Well, you're part of SG-6. That's the main reason. Otherwise, in the unlikely event that we learn of something incredibly dangerous, you can give us an assessment of how dangerous."

Benny pouted.

[TheBlindMime]

Dex flinched a little at the mention of Kat beating them by 25 minutes, the message had only come up 35 minutes before, within 10 minutes she had arrived. Watashi no kami...(My god) Dex thought, "Looks like Kat's just after my job." Pausing for but a moment Dex found he didn't even recieve a couretsy laugh, once again he changed the subject. "So what proof did this servant provide to prove they didn't sell khonsu down the river before turning on us as well... or is that classified?" Dex said the last part as a joke but he really just hated when they pulled that crap.

[PyrosNine]

"I don't think it would be. I mean, we're highly expendable, so it wouldn't really be a loss for them to tell us. I mean, I've been asking who killed Kennedy, and I was at least told his wife was a huge part in it. Never saw that coming..." James said, raising his feet onto the table, in full view of Hammond.

"As for this Khonsu fellow, I don't see a report of who he is, or what he's like, so I won't judge his servant until we meet. If he's a lying snake, I'll hunt him to the ends of whatever planet he's on, and strap c4 to his nads."

[Darth SS]

Hammond clasped his hands.

"We have no proof, nor any guarantee he's telling the truth. However, we don't have a choice right now. We're sending you in armed. Just enough to hold your own, not enough to slow you down or wage a war."

Hammond then adressed James. "You could go and do that, but it would serve little purpose. Khonsu is dead. Did you not catch that part? He was killed when it was discovered he was a traitor. Now, as much as I'd love to continue this, time is of the essence. You have twenty minutes till departure, I suggest you go and gather your equipment and weapons.."

[PyrosNine]

(OOC: I'm not going into detail about the tools, or what types of explosives, out of lazyness, but I will say he has the tool equivalent of the Omniwrench from Battlefield 2, and aside from C4, and grenades he has landmines, some gelatinous explosive, and at least some mixture of odds and ends that can be mixed to make some sort of boom. Or flame.)

"I was talking about the servant, sir." James said, but he still headed off to the armory. As usual, he had set up his ticket for them to have what he needed ready for service.

As usual, Jim had a pack filled with his tools, and numerous explosives of varrying sorts, for any situation. They were all held in a special self made container though, as he didn't want to have enemy fire hit or near miss his pack, then set off whatever he had in there, and be blown to bits. While he would probably enjoy dying in a massive explosion, he'd rather have the choice to take out as many enemies as he could with him.

In weaponry, he had a military issue handgun, and a combat shotgun. He prided it on being able to fire while in the midst of reloading, and for the fact it was practically a direct powerful explosion, rocket/grenade launchers not allowed unless neccesary. Also he had his only personal weapon, an extra long knife from Cuba, that could almost be classified as a small sword.

In armor, he wore thick, yet still dextrous gloves for handling explosives, and the standard bodyvest.

Once fully packed, James headed over to the door to wait for the rest of the team. And, just for kicks, pulled out a grenade and idly threw it up and caught it repeatedly.

[TheBlindMime]

Dex sighed as he gathered his minimalistic gear together, sliding a magazine into his P90 he made sure to leave the chamber clean and the safety on. He was always a stickler for safety. He quickly repeated the process with his 9mm baretta, picking up his combat knife Dexter just had to sigh, it seemed like he never used this standard issue military item. Nonetheless he slid the knife into his boot, "Lord knows if I don't bring it I'll need it."

Throwing on his jacket and gloves as an afterthought before marching down the catacombs of the Cheyenne Mountain base. As he stepped into the room with the stargate he just sullenly eyed the area, he was the first to arrive. Rubbing the back of his neck Dex just began to absentmindedly curse in japanese, he simply hated waiting.

[Darth SS]

Benny came into the gate room wearing his greens and vest, and holding a tilly hat. As usual, he was checking his various instruments and other sciency gear. Almost neurotically, he triple checked everything. Then, he checked it again. Benny was determined to leave nothing to chance. He then looked back onto the gate and steeled himself.

Some part of him expected unspeakable horrors. Tentacle monsters, flesh-wearing savages, blood-craving nine eyed mountain beasts, Cthulu for god's sakes! Then, his mind slapped itself and his breathing steadied. Someone ran out from the gear room, holding Benny's gun and ammo.

"Doctor! You forgot these!"

Benny sighed. Dex raised an eyebrow.

"Sir, I don't even know how to use these things."

Dex loaded the gun, then slapped it into Benny's hand.

"Don't matter. You're carrying it. Happilly, I might add."

Then they heard "Chevron seven encoded!" and the reverse toilet spewed out at them. Benny squeaked. A few people laughed. The marines kept their guns at the ready.

Dexter stepped up to the stargate, and looked into that blue liquid. At long last, the controller yelled, "SG-6, go!" With a quick little hand motion, he waved them forward. Bravely, save for Benny, they strolled through that wormhole and onto Armanas.

Armanas, it turns out, was plains. Great, rolling plains. Ahead of them was a Goa'Uld cargo ship, and a little holographic message. It was the servant saying over and over again to take the ship to the other side of the planet.

Not helping at all, Benny looked at the others. "So...now what?"

[PyrosNine]

"Hmm...Intergalacticky." James said, looking at the world before them. James had not expected rolling plains. He had expected some Xen-like world, with giant blobs of land floating in space. Or perhaps a land where the ground was cerulean and the sky was an reddish orange.

He was a bit disappointed. If he wanted to see rolling plains, he'd go to North Carolina.

James stared at the holo message. "Any chance that's for us? Or perhaps some other band of doomed, dooooomed souls? More Importantly, if it is, can I drive?"

[TheBlindMime]

Dexter looked over the area with a grimace, Armanas, it was a planet of damnation. He could tell why too, it was these damndable hills, they looked just like the ones in Northern California.... but if the entire planet was like this then its no wonder its a place he never wanted to see. The rolling hills while majestic only provide cover when you are in the valleys, and if you are in a valley you are easy pickens for an ambush. Dexter suddenly developed a deep ire for those hills.

Dex started marching over towards the holoprojector as he made his voice as booming and authoratative as possible. "Sorry James but like his servant said we are his only hope." He wasn't sure but he thought Chester giggled, Ignoring that Dex swung his leg hard into the projector, it blinked off in a flash. That seemed to be the only way Goa'Uld stuff worked for him. "And as for letting you drive, No. I'm the one with the fancy title so I get to do the cool flying portion of our mission, as well as any other cool things that happen to come up. Understood." Dex didn't feel the need to ask if they understood, moreover he just said it so he sounded fair. But he was going to do all the cool things that came up.

"Now I believe we're supposed to meet this Kat-woman-" Chester giggled again, "Dammit Chester would you stop giggling during off-world orientation its very distracting." Dex had lost his train of thought, what was it again....Shut up chester.... DC comics.... Catwoman.... Kat-woman..... Kat the scout. "Oh right. So... where is she?" Dex began to look around the slow rolling hills for kat, in a moment he would remember his radio... this was not that moment.

[Toastburner B]

Chester shrugged. "Hey, if the fates are consprining to get us all killed, I might as well die laughing."

Chester took a deep breath, and pulled himself back together. "RIght, place where the Fates can screw us over number 2...number one being back at Command, where the Gate could of turned off while we were walking through, bringing half of our bodies here and leaving the other half back home...jaffa in the handily placed cargo ship."

Chester sighed, and brought up his PC-90. "I'll go check out the ship...that way if it is full of jaffa, or we get hit by 'How the Fates can kill us item #4: Ship is rigged to explode', only one of us die...and either way, chances are it will be one of least painful ways to die that we come across today."

With that happy-go-lucky remark, Chester begins to walk towards the ship, his weapon at the ready.

[Darth SS]

By the time Chester cleared the ship, there was one thing painfully apparent.

It was empty, and had been so for a while. There was a thin layer of dust on the floor, and not even an insect lived within it. The only thing laying about was a Zat, just laying in the middle of the floor.

Benny was the first in behind Chester, and was almost shot for his creeping up.

"Can we go now? I don't want to stand out in the open."

[PyrosNine]

James followed Dex to the ship arguing all the way. "Oh come on! What makes you so sure you should be the one driving? I mean, you're bringing up this Kat woman, which means it's obvious you've gone insane from too many stressful conditions and I should drive and you shouldn't. Plus, if this "Kat-woman" did indeed exist, She would have radioed us already."

James looked at Dexter. "Say...the radio is ON, right?"

[gh0st]

It was at this point that a grinning, redheaded woman popped out from behind a nearby crate and said "Hi guys."

The skinny one in the hat squeaked, jumped about a foot in the air, and narrowly missed shooting himself in the foot (excellent, thought Kat, a job well done). She raised her hands non-threateningly in front of her, as the second guy's P-90 swivelled in her direction.

"Hey. I'm Kat. And...I'm going to assume you're SG-6. Nice to meet you."

((OOC: before anyone complains, DarthSS is sitting on the couch beside me. he says the post is fine. so nyah. sign-up post will be up momentarily.))

[TheBlindMime]

"I should be the one driving because I've A done it before, B I even know what 'it' is called since 'it' is known as a Tel'tak and finally C, I called dibs. By the by," Dex stopped as he held up his hand to James who halted as well, "Dibs." Moving forward with a quick laugh he stepped onto the metal ramp of the transport vessel. As the stand-off came to an end Dex just shook his head, "Here is your non-existant Kat James, she was spending her time preparing for the very important task of building a sense of comraderie and trust." No one laughed.

Dex clicked his teeth before solemnly rubbing the back of his neck, with a quick tap of the large metal key the transport door began to close, "This is going to be a long cursed mission." As the metal door groaned shut James was about to start another complaint, "I'm going to fly this stupid Tel'tak, let it go man!"

[Toastburner B]

Chester looked over at Dex as he made his "enterance" onto the transport. He shook his head. "I don't like this," he said. "Hammond said that this servant fella...what the heck is his name, anyways?...called in 35 minutes before the briefing. Judging by this," Chester ran a finger through the dust, the mark showing up easily on the dust floor, "This thing has been here an awfully long time. I'm no big fan of the Goa'uld, but they're smarting than to leave a working transport lying around on a world where they just had a rebellion."

He picked up the zat, and "armed" it, the familiar hiss sound filling the cabin of the transport as it the zat extended. "And most of the time, people don't leave functional zat's lying around, either."

[TheBlindMime]

"Actually soldier, we are headed off to meet the servant of khonsu who has no name. Now as far as the Tel'Tak's condition goes, it serves its purpose of seeming like a rebellion ship. Because I don't know about you, but when I start a rebellion with someone elses ships, I always steal the one they use the least. You know, the one with all the dust on the floor with the one zat."

Dex started moving up the stairs to the flight deck before he decided to lighten the mood, "Though that doesn't mean it isn't still a trap." He continued up the stairs with a quick wince, he always ended up making everything worse.

[Toastburner B]

"The sad thing is that I can't tell if he was agreeing with me or not." Chester said as he stood upright.

He collasped the zat, then stored it. "Well...at least I got a free zat out of it."

"Okay...what are we on? Way Fates can screw us over 17: transport is rigged to explode when activated. 18: Ship explodes on take off. 19: Ship works, but has a transponder on it. Death Gliders come along and blow us up. 20: Same as above, but replace Gliders with Al'kesh. 21: Same as before, but replace Al'kesh with mothership...that would be a way to go...anyways..."

[Darth SS]

"It can't be that bad. It could just be pollen from the massive ammounts of flowers and grass all over the place."

Benny proceeded to inspect the ship. Eventually, they all got onto the ship and took off. After popping into space briefly, the freighter then started it's journey to the other side of the planet. Thankfully, there wasn't any explosions nor was there any motherships. When they reached the other side of the planet, they saw what they did not want to see.

A jaffa camp.

Thankfully, they were cloaked, which spared them the humiliation of being shot down so soon. However, it was a still a problem. Chester and Kat started circling around, about three miles away.

James asked the million dollar question.

"They probably have him, and that's probably why the zat was on the floor. Dropped in a struggle. But...now what?"

[Toastburner B]

"I would suggest tucking our tails firmly between our legs and running back to SGC to get reinforcements...but if they had SG-teams to throw around, they wouldn't of sent us." Chester muttered.

"Which, I suppose, leaves us with 'sneak into the camp, rescue the servant, <i>then</i> run back to the Stargate'. But, that has the down side of opening up 'How the Fates can screw us #14-364'...but I don't think we have much of a choice."

[TheBlindMime]

"Kuso!" Dex wasn't sure what pissed him off more, the fact that their objective was surrounded by enemy units or the fact that when he did relinquish the piloting to Kat she did a damn sight better job then he. Dex began to unconsciously stroke his face where once a goatee had been, at this moment he truly missed that goatee. He had rather wanted to die with that on his face.

"Well I see a couple ways we can go about this, but none of them sound like win-win situations. So... I'm willing to entertain suggestions. ...Anyone?"

[Toastburner B]

"We split up into two teams," Chester said, "Team 1 is Benny. Team 2 is everyone else. Team 1 goes in, causes a distraction. Benny is perfect for this, as he already yelps like a little girl at the nearest hint of danger, and he looks like he'd be a quick runner. While the jaffa are chasing Benny, the rest of go in, rescue the servant, James can blow something up, and high-tail it back the stargate...picking up Benny on the way if he's still alive. In the end, the mission is accomplished, so we’re happy, James gets to blow something up, so he’s happy, and Benny…er…definitely has a chance of surviving.”

Chester kept his straight face through the laying out of his plan. He looked over at Benny and said, "It's dangerous for you, but I'm sure you can do it. I'll make sure you get put in for a medal or something...shame it will probably be given to you posthumously."

He looked back over at Dex, and couldn’t help but to break out into a smile. “You didn’t say good ideas…you just said ideas.”

[TheBlindMime]

Dex couldn't help but laugh as Chester outlayed his plan. He wasn't sure but it sounded like chester was beginning to develop the same sense of humor he had. "Alright," Dex sighed as he tried to force the smile from his face, "Does anyone have a plan where we don't kill the physicist?"

[PyrosNine]

James snapped his finger. "Well darn...there goes my plan to have them Capture Benny, take him to the interrogation room, wait for the bigwigs of the camp to pay him a visit, and then remotely make a quart of liquid explosive explode, killing the top brass and causing a disturbance at the same time. But so much for that idea." Whether or not James was joking was debatable.

"Well, we could consider that at the moment our greatest resource would have to be this ship, ill fitted as it is, and we could use it to our advantage. Like, y'know, crashing it into the camp. But then there's that whole "might kill the servant" thing... We'd need to figure out the servant's position before such measure are taken. Anyone think they can sneak into a heavily guarded enemy base?"

[Darth SS]

Benny raised a hand.

"Can I make a suggestion that doesn't involve me dying? James makes a large bomb. I can use the equipment I have with me to make it spew out electromagnetic waves. He puts it on the opposite side from us. The sultan guys stuff says it's a much bigger explosion than there actually is, we go in and free the servant, and then we haul ass out of there."

There was a silence.

"And the physicist lives. Pwease?"

[TheBlindMime]

Dex jaw dropped open as Benny explained his plan. "Any complaints?" Dex said before immediately continuing. "No, good. Then I guess you two should get started on building that bomb. Kat you look for two good places to set down, the first for our setting down the bomb, the second for our incursion. And chester.... try not to make too many puns."

[PyrosNine]

James unloaded his pack. "You're lucky Sir Piss-his-pants-alot, for I happen to have the kind of explosive that produces steady vibration and waves suitable to spread out massive EM waves in the manner you seek."

James sorted through the various explosives until he got to one marked "Hazard 132.09, Caution: Highly Explosive" and calmly held it in Benny's face. The physicist shrunk back nervously.

"See? I read my science books when neccesary. Especially when i want to make an explosion that can destroy glass, and nothing else. Except for Eardrums."

James pulled out the fuse and circuit boxes used to store the explosive and ready the bomb for remote or timed detonation, and set about hooking it up. It would take awhile for him to have it just right, and Benny would need to make his own modifications to create the EM waves.

"Just one question. How do you intend to get me to the other side? And how would I get back? Granted I'm not scared of death, but I find the thought that I should die from Mr. Pwease Don't Kill me's plan somewhat displeasurable."

[gh0st]

"Certainly, oh fearless leader," Kat said, saluting nonchalantly (and making Benny wince, as one hand left the steering yoke) "although I sort of liked the 'kill the physicist' plan".

"And James, man, I'm gonna drop you on the Stargate side. Once you've set off the bomb, you and Beany can hide or start hoofing it back to the gate, and we'll swing around and pick you up with the ship after we get the dude with the thing. It's not like we don't have radios."

Flying in terrain-hugging mode, Kat set James and Benny down a couple miles from camp on the StarGate side, and then circled the ship around to the opposite side of the camp. Conveniently enough (for both the Jaffa and SG-6), the opposite side of the camp was shielded by a small forest, which Kat set down in carefully. Very carefully. Really. Reckless flying? Kat? Never.

[PyrosNine]

"And James, man, I'm gonna drop you on the Stargate side. Once you've set off the bomb, you and Beany can hide or start hoofing it back to the gate, and we'll swing around and pick you up with the ship after we get the dude with the thing. It's not like we don't have radios."

James pondered this as he and Benny watched the ship fly off. He had packed weapons, explosives, tools, and the like, but hadn't packed a radio... Sure, if given enough time he could build one, but James was pretty sure time was an issue.

"Say....Benny? You have a radio, I presume?"

If Benny didn't have one, it would make things...interesting.

[Darth SS]

Benny conveniently held up his radio.

"Got it covered."

He then clicked the little button. It didn't turn on. Curiously, he opened up the battery compartment. There were no batteries in it.

"Fuck!"

Benny stomped around and huffed a little bit, and then realized how far away from the camp they were. They would have to hike all the way over there, while holding a very dangerous EM bomb they had yet to build.

Nevertheless, Benny took some junk out of his bag, and got to work on the bomb.

"I just realized something. When the bomb goes off...won't the Jaffa be coming towards us?"

[PyrosNine]

"Yep. But that was a given. I'm mostly worried about getting back to the gate in time, and getting to the gate without leading a large group of Jaffa to the stargate, trapping the others here." James pointed out, motion towards the terrain and the far off Stargate.

James checked his own packs for a spare battery, but none were the right type for the radio. Yet again, he could rig something up, but he was definitely sure he'd not have the time.

"Moreover, we won't know if they have a change of plans, or when the right time to make the explosion happened....oh well. Let's just use a timer for an hour or two from now, set it, and hoof it back to the gate while it's ticking."

"If they're screwed, they're screwed and there's not much we can do about it."

[Toastburner B]

As the transported landed, Chester gathered his gear...and stopped.

"You know, I'm suddenly having doubts about this plan." he said.

"And why is that?" Dex asked.

"Because the big part of this plan is that smart guy and the bomb dude make an explosive device to cause the distraction. For some reason, I fail to see how they can make that happen," Chester held up a small item, "When they can't even remember to put the batteries back in their radios."

He pocketed the battery and continued to check his gear. "The worst part is that we can't even call them and tell them how big of idiots they are."

[Darth SS]

Benny got up from the bomb, and the tiny emitters around it. The plan was that they would go off and trigger the bomb. How to make that happen was another story entirely though. It would be best if the bomb guy rigged it up.

"Okay...you need to rig up the trigger. And...how close do we want to put this thing? I don't want to die for trying to plant a bomb. I don't want to die. Period."

[PyrosNine]

"Far enough away from us lest we all die a painfully horrible death, as the close range vibrations can boil us from within and make us nothing short of human pudding." James said, nonchalantly placing a simple remote detonator on the weapon created. It would give a small electrical spark at when they pressed a small radio button, which he could probably use later to build a working radio from if need be.

James then scrambled up a nearby tree and set the bomb. "There we go. Now there'll be less interference from nearby ground features, so they'll know it's from here."

He leapt off the tree and grabbed his stuff. "Now we go. I'm thinking we can set it off on that hill over there without going out of range or getting puddinified."

[TheBlindMime]

"No the worst part is there is no way to know to move until the damned thing goes off. So if our bomb boy sets off a dud we'll just sit around till the jaffa kill us." Dex rubbed his head for a moment, "You know pessimism is a real bitch."

Dex pulled out the rabbit's foot connected to his dog tags and gave it a kiss. "If you've got any gods to pray to, you should start praying to them now."

[Toastburner B]

Chester sat and rubbed his chin idly. He had prayed non-stop from the time of the briefing to being shoved through the stargate, so he figured if he started again, more than likely he would just be annoying the Big Guy Upstairs...which was a really quick way to expand the list of "How the Fates can screw you".

"Speaking of gods," Chester said, "I wonder which Goa'uld is in charge of this little camp. I mean, chances are those jaffa are going to kill us anyways, I'd at least like to know who's name I'm going to be killed in."

[TheBlindMime]

Dex chambered his first round in his pistol and then his P-90, with a quick laugh he pat Chester on the shoulder as he walked out of the transport, "Ra, Apophis, Heru-ur, its all the same, they die and get a new one."

As Dex stepped off of the metal ramp and onto the dirt he grimaced a little, "Then again the same could be said of us if we die, they'll put up a little commemorative plaque, then get a new one."

Dex tightened his hat down, then without turning to see if the others were following he started marching down the path with his P-90 drawn. Smart ass hour was over, time to get serious.

[Toastburner B]

"Great...good pep talk, Dex." Chester muttered. He slung his PC-90 over his shoulder, and pulled out the zat he had found in the transport. For the first little while, at least, they were relying on stealth to keep them save, and the zat gun made a lot less noise than the sub-machingun did.

Extending the gun into it's "ready" mode, Chester followed Dex.

[Darth SS]

OOC: P90, P90, not PC90. Sorry, that's just been really bothering me for some unknown reason.

IC: Benny and James were lugging the bomb towards the proper place. Then James said that one thing Benny never wanted to hear.

"Jaffa patrol! Down!"

The two of them dropped flat. James' gun was up nigh instantly. However, the noise would be too much. Momentarily, he glanced at Benny and hissed one word. "Supressors." It took Benny a moment to realize what he meant, and then finally pulled out his handgun and screwed on the silencer.

Three Jaffa marched towards them...


***

By contradiction, the other team was hunky dory. Unfortunately, what whispers they could hear indicated two things.

1) The jaffa were intending to move out soon.

2) The servant wasn't there, he'd apparently fled in the night.

With their distraction ready to go at any moment, this was especially bad news.

[PyrosNine]

"Okay Benny, keep calm!" James whispered to Benny as the jaffa got close. "Don't do something crazy, like trying to kill yourself so they don't do it for you."

James had to say that, having met 3 people who did the same thing in front of his very eyes. There was something about being in such a state of panic and fear that a man would do anything to escape from it, even fulfilling their own fears. That and those 3 people were blooming idiots, and should have stayed home and hugged their damn teletubbies instead of going out into a danger zone.

"Alrighty then. Now don't shoot till I tell you to. Got it?"

James scanned the horizon, and gauged the walking speed and the direction of the incoming enemies, and they were coming too close for comfort. But from what it looked like in the horizon, there may be more of them further off, guarding their backs.

James wondered what fickle fortune had led a patrol this way, but there was a chance that the two SG-6'ers had subconciously gone through the easiest terrain they could find, which in this case had been an actual trail. He could have taken a more difficult route to avoid it, but even if he did he didn't think Benny could have taken it.

What he also saw was some bushes off to the right, which were in rolling distance.

"Benny...slowly, carefully, quietly roll over to those bushes. Don't roll into them, roll behind them....and keep your pack from jangling, understand?"

[TheBlindMime]

Dex stared on in shock as they put together the information about the camp, all two pieces of it. He turned to Chester his grimace had yet to fade, "Correction, now we've gotten to the worst part of their radio not having a battery."

[Toastburner B]

"Actually," Chester said, "in theory, our situation is actually better. I mean, instead of running into the jaffa camp, we get to run away from the jaffa camp."

He idly rubbed his chin again, "Of course...there is the fact that instead of dying for a good cause, Benny and James are going to die because they were too stupid to take along a working radio."

[gh0st]

Kat sighed very quietly and then gingerly rubbed her temples. She could definitely feel a headache coming on.

"I need to shoot something. Or possibly strangle someone. And it would just figure that this would be the one time the bad guys are actually going in the opposite direction. /Is/ there an Egyptian god of irony?"

Glancing sidelong at Dex, she asked quietly "So what're your orders, chief? I might be able to find the servant's trail if I went and scouted. But if the servant was good at hiding his tracks, no guarantee I'll find it before they find me, even with the diversion that we have no way of calling off. And if he wasn't, and the Jaffa aren't incredibly incompetent, they're already on the trail. Although it's admittedly always better to be behind the hunters than in front."

[Toastburner B]

"All joking aside for once," Chester added, "I say we need to get back to the transport ASAP. Benny and James are about to have, probably very literally, every jaffa in the world coming after them as soon as they set off whatever it is they are going to set off. The plan was to grab the servant then bug out...but since we don't have the servent, we need to stay on planet, which means we need to pick up Benny and James before they reach the stargate."

Chester suddenly hit his forehead. "Crap!" he muttered. "Once Benny and James set off that bomb, the jaffa are going to know there's hostiles running around...that means the first thing they'll do is secure the stargate to keep any more from coming in...at least, I assume they got here via stargate, and thus know where it is."

[Darth SS]

Benny looked back at James, terror wide in his eyes. He looked around and then looked at James.

"Shoot what? Shoot with what?"

James pointed at Benny's gun. Benny inexpertly pulled it out, and started at it, dumbfoundedly. He then fumbled out the supressor and tried to screw it on, failing at this simple task. James finally took it from him, put the supressor on, took the safety off, and then loaded the chamber. Calmly, he handed it back to Benny.

"The safety is off Benny. Remember, don't put your finger on the trigger until you intend to shoot."

Benny nodded, and looked at the rocks. Then he inexpertly tried a combat roll to them, gaining the attention of the jaffa as he made a large blob of movement, complete with dangling pack. He also hit the rocks. And, because his finger had been on the trigger, he'd fired off some random shot into the atmosphere. As he fell onto his back, world swirling, the Jaffa pointed their staves at him. There was two silenced puffs from James, and then Benny, running on instinct, pointed his gun at the head of the last Jaffa and pulled the trigger.

He crumpled.

Benny stared in shock.

"I...I killed him."

***

A hand stuck out form another convenient pile of rocks, just accross from the assault team. It was waving trying to get their attention, and signalling for them to go over there.

[PyrosNine]

James wandered over to the Jaffa's fallen forms. He wandered over to one and gave it a kick. The Jaffa was as lifeless as much of the grass in his backyard. He surveyed the surroundings, and didn't hear anyone else making their approach.

"...Dammit Benny."

James quickly took the weapons that he could from the Jaffa, and then attempted to pick up the body. It was proving quite heavy. James turned to the statue-like Benny, who still held the gun out, mouth agape.

"Benny! Help me move them into the bushes. Or are you going to shoot me too?"

[Darth SS]

Benny stared at James, then at the gun, then back at James. His mouth hung open. Then he did something that proved he should be there. With a click, he engaged the safety and holstered the gun. He also caught the zat that James tossed to him.

"So-"

He stopped his voice from quivering.

"Think anyone will notice they're gone?"

[TheBlindMime]

Dex was somewhere else, while the others were detailing their plans and ideas he was wondering about his wife. If they were about to get slaughtered because they were going to distract an entire camp of Jaffa for no reason would they send her a letter. Or merely call. All thanks to this stupid servant who for all they know could be long dead.

As his eyes wandered the hillsides aimlessly he caught a hand sticking up from a mass of rocks. "Convenient that." He turned to his group with a smile, "Before you all plan our escape lets see if we can't still obtain our objective." Dex motioned towards the rocks, "Move out." Dex sprinted as stealthily as possible towards the rocks with a smile, he might see his soon to be ex-wife once more.

[gh0st]

Kat saw the hand too. "Oh for....Okay, I officially take back anything i said about the servant dude being good at covering his tracks."

She motioned Chester to go ahead of her, and then followed him and Dex quietly, watching carefully for any stealthy ninja-like Jaffa attacks. Not that Jaffa have ever proven to be stealthy or ninja-like, but there's a first time for everything.

[Toastburner B]

"I wonder if crap like this ever happens to SG-1." Chester muttered to himself as he followed Dex over to the conviently placed waving hand.

[PyrosNine]

James looked up and down the dead jaffa. Would they be noticed? "...Dammit Benny."

He'd leave it at that, for now. If they survived it, he'd explain everything benny had done wrong, one by one, with a pipe bomb.

James hid their bodies as well as possible, given the shiny nature of their armor, but he was sure they wouldn't be discovered at least until after the bomb went off.

"Alright. Let's keep going. We're not too far from the detonation place, so we'll have to get there the hard way. So from now on, instead of going around the denser foliage, go through it. Instead of sidetailing the bushes, leap over them when possible. Keep your tracks still to a minimum, but just don't follow any path that seems previously beaten or natural. Odds are the Jaffa have already found it just as easy, and use them regularly. Ya got me?"

As if to demonstrate, James leapt over the nearby bush, and waved for Benny to follow him.

[Darth SS]

Benny nodded and started off. They were very close from where they should detonate the bomb.

***

It was indeed the servant behind the rock.

"Thank you! Thank you! We must hurry back to the Stargate," the frail little man yelled. He was scrambling all over Kat, as if trying to find a handhold. Quite roughly, she pushed him off, sending him sprawling on the ground. There was a clacking, and she racked her shotgun. The sprawling servant's eyes glanced around frantically. Fear was etched onto his face, almost as if it was chiselled on.

"Please...I fear I may have been followed..."

Had they looked around, they would have noticed that the Jaffa were taking great care in searching the forest, and that the best place to run would, in fact, be the camp. Only in the event of gunfire though, but that was expected given the SG-6 record.

[Toastburner B]

Chester slapped his forhead. "You fear you may of been followed? You think you're being followed, and so you start to wave from a rock pile?! I mean, you might as well put a big banner up that says 'I am here! And I brough the Tau'ri with me!"

Chester bit off the rest of his rant with a deep breath. It is times like this I am glad I'm not in command. he thought to himself.

He looked over at Dex, and forced a smile. "Okay, boss. We found the servant, and he's afraid that he's being followed by the jaffa we've been trying so hard to sneak by. Now what?"

[TheBlindMime]

"I see that the legacy of SG-6's bad luck is well earned." Dex scratched the back of his head for a moment, the rock pile they sat behind was pitiful, it had no strategic worth nor was it worth defending. Were they to try to move up and over the rolling hill to get away they would be spotted by whatever search parties were looking for the servant. And if they tried to leave the way they came the path would assuredly be covered by jaffa. WIth all the search parties around and the impending distraction of the bomb the only place the jaffa wouldn't look would be...

"Suggoku ii...." Dex said with a smile, "This is going to sound stupid but we're headed that way." Dex motioned towards the camp with his head as he readied his P90. "I'll take point with braniac right behind me, Kat you keep a good eye on him," The servant smiled as his protectors spoke, "Shoot him if he does anything suspicious." The servant had panic streaked over his face before he tried to turn tail and run only to have Dex grab his shoulder and pull him down to the ground. "Or if he tries to run. Chester, you're on clean-up."

"Now let's g- Down." Dex dropped to the floor waving everyone down as well. He had just caught sight of a jaffa in the forest, though the jaffa was quite oblivious. So they lied there just behind the rocks, "New plan, we hide here till that search party moves on, if they spot us, rush the forest." Dex turned to Kat with an evil smile, "You'll still be on servant killing duty." As the servant tried to scramble away dex just pushed his face into the ground, maybe next time he would choose a better place to hide.

[PyrosNine]

James and benny came in sight of the next bomb placement spot. "Alright. Let's place the bomb, and let's get out of here. I just have this terrible, sinking feeling like we're all going down no matter what we do. Oh well. Wouldn't be the first time."

James got out the next bomb. "Keep an eye out for me Benny."

[Darth SS]

Thankfully for Dex, they would have to wait long. Benny did keep an eye out. He waited, and waited a bit more. Nothing. At long last, their bomb was ready.

They sprinted away, sprinting perpendicular from the Jaffa camp. Then it went off. There was a very loud snapping noise, and EM radiation spilled out from it. To the Jaffa, it would seem like an incoming Tau'Ri army, and they spilled out heading towards the explosion.

James said it best. "Cool. Now, we don't have a radio. Let's go around the army and go to the others. And..damn that was cool."

[TheBlindMime]

As the thunderous explosion bellowed over them Dex watched the Jaffa as carefully as he could. Everyone of them that he saw started sprinting towards the explosion, Dex had never smiled so widely in his life. "Alright everyone we're moving." Dex pulled himself and the servant to their feet before handing the servant over to Kat, "You watch him, chesty your on watching the back and I still have point. Lets get the transport, the rest of our team and then the hell out of here."

Dex started sprinting down the path with his P90 at his waist, maybe, just maybe, we'll live through this.

[Toastburner B]

"Chesty?" Chester muttered. "Couldn't you of come up with a better name."

Waiting until everyone else was moving, Chester brought up the rear, his zat still in hand.

[PyrosNine]

The trip was a harsh run, not made any easier by Benny's tripping and the fact James said "Damn, That was cool!" like some noob pyrotechnician. Everyone knew demolitions experts merelly smiled, and if they had to say something, added the F-word to it.

The Jaffa were either on their trail, or almost about to be on their trail, so it was in their best interests to cover as much ground as possible without being a moving target. Even James, who enjoyed carrying as much explosives as possible, was wishing he'd brought a lighter pack.

[Darth SS]

Benny was sprinting along quite happilly, and then he had an incredibly crazy idea.

"Hey, why don't we go wide, then go in behind them, and catch up with the others?"

***

Unfortunately for the others, it was then they were seen. A fusilade of staff fire cut Chester off from the others, and forced them to opposing cover. In this case, a hill and a rock. With the huge rain of gunfire, it didn't look like there was any way to get Chester back over to the group.

[PyrosNine]

"Hey! Why don't we just stand still and wave our arms, paint ourselves red and white, and hold up a 'shoot me!' sign?" James asked sarcastically. "Unless you see a perfectly good reason for why we should change our direction, I suggest you keep it mum. I mean, they don't need our help, and as long as we run fast enough, we don't need theirs."

'I mean, I suppose if like, I dunno, one of the other guys was pinned down and surrounded, then I'd be willing to veer off course, but then, and only then will we!" James said as he ran. "Besides, they're probably already at the Gate!"

[Toastburner B]

Chester dived behind cover as the cascade of staff weapon fire screamed around him.

"Crap!" he shouted. He put the zat away and unslung his P90 from his shoulder...after all, it appeared that stealth was no longer needed. "Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap!"

He peaked up over the rock he was hiding behind, only to have to duck down as another shot smashed into the rock. He popped up again, using his P90 to spray the area where the blast was coming from. He couldn't tell if he had hit anything or not, but was obliged to duck as another volley of blasts sailed past and into his position.

Grabbing his radio (which, after the snafu with the radio James and Benny took, he made sure had batteries), pressed the button and talked into it. "Okay, what now, fearless leader?"

[gh0st]

As the Jaffa fired, Kat kicked the servant's legs out from under him, dumping him in the scant shelter of a hill, and then dove after him.

"Aw hell," she said, pushing the servant a little more firmly into the ground than was strictly neccessary with one hand, while she flipped her sunglasses down over her eyes with the other, "Ches might be able to meet up with the other two, but...."

[Darth SS]

Miraculously, as the bomb team ran, two things happened.

1) Benny became motivated to get into better shape, and to subside on more than cheetos.

and, even better,

2) Benny fell down.

Granted, that last one wasn't a miracle in and of itself. What it did reveal was miraculous. When he fell, his radio pouch spilled open, and a pair of AA batteries fell out. Before going through the Stargate, Benny had put them in the pocket so they'd be easy to find. Frantically, he jammed them into the radio and yelled at Dex.

"Benny no likey bomb plan no more!"

[Toastburner B]

Chester heard Benny's yell come over the radio, and was momentarily overcome with rage.

"Oh, NOW YOU HAVE A RADIO!?!?" he screams into his radio, "You could of freakin' told us that a few freakin' minutes ago and we could of avoid this entire cluster-"

Another series of staff weapon blasts slammed into Chester's cover, drowning out the last word.

Chester took a deep breath. "Sorry...I lost my cool...but I'm not in my happy place at the moment."

Popping up from cover, he again sprayed the area where the enemy fire was coming from, and got the satisfaction of seeing a jaffa fall out of the bushes before he was forced back under cover.

[TheBlindMime]

Dex closed his eyes with a silent thank you to whatever god gave Benny back his radio. Dex immediatly clicked his on, "Chesty shut up, now me and kat are going to open up on the jaffa. Meanwhile you and benny figure out where to regroup. Then we'll bring the car around and pick you up."

Dex fired a quick burst into the closest jaffa who fell to the ground quickly, though he slowly began pulling himself back up after he realized his armor had worked perfectly. "Now move chesty!" Dex grinned a little as he began to fire again, that chesty nickname was definately going to stick.

[PyrosNine]

"YOU HAD FUCKING BATTERIES? WHY? WHYYY?" James roared as he picked Benny up to his feet and got him moving again. "I swear, if it weren't for the fact that I swore never to kill my team again, I'd strap a -"

James then went into a long winded speech that threatened Benny's manhood, and was also imcriminating evidence for a court martial. But when he was done, he planned their next course of action.

He grabbed the Radio from Benny. "Alright 'Chesty', where the hell are you? We're not too far from the enemy base so if you were to head our way we could lay an ambush for those in pursuit."

[Toastburner B]

Chester sighed. "If I was a girl, it would be sexual harassment calling me chesty.” He mutters.

As Dex and Kat open fire, Chester got up and started running. “I’m moving towards you’re position,” he called over the radio to Benny and James. “But...ah…shouldn’t you guys be running, too?”

[PyrosNine]

"We're running, but I'm sure we can stop long enough to save your behind." James called back, readying the jaffa weapon he'd gotten his hands on earlier.

James looked at his surroundings, and gauged where the others were from the explosions. The nearest land feature that could be noticed was small group of trees in the midst of a larger field. Perfect. "Alright, Chester, look out for a small crop of trees and run past it. We'll drop your pursuit."

[Toastburner B]

"Look for the small crop of trees?!" Chester yells into his radio as he runs. "We're in a freakin' forest, man! All there is are small crops of trees!"

He keeps low and darts from cover to cover as staff weapon blasts pepper the woods around him.

[Darth SS]

As if on cue, but Benny and James spun and fell onto their stomachs. Their respective guns started to bark as they shot at their pursuers. Benny managed to drop two, but there was more behind them.

"Benny no likey shootey plan!"

[PyrosNine]

"Dammit Chesty! It's a small patch of trees in the midst of a clearing! It looks practically like a freakin' bulls eye!"

Fortunately, they soon saw Chester and his pursuit, and Benny and James fired upon them. The enemy was quick to rally to the new threat, but James didn't feel like letting them rally. He quickly pulled out a grenade and cooked it. Then, with a pitch from his years playing baseball, the Jaffa saw a green egg soaring into their midst, then exploding before it hit the ground. Their armor stopped much of the blast, but the rocks that were kicked up and the unexposed flesh was burnt terribly. James and Benny fired off their Zats and finished the group off.

James picked Benny up. "Let's get after Chesty and get the hell out of dodge."

[Toastburner B]

Chester heard the explosion, and out of reflex, hit the ground, covering his head.

Then he remembered he was being chased by a large group of angry jaffa, and that laying on the ground was a good way to get killed. Scrambling on all fours, Chester dived behind a rock he figured would give good cover. After readying himself, he popped up, P90 ready to fire.

Of course...at this point, there were no jaffa.

Scanning the landscape a few more times, Chester lowered the weapon. James and Benny came into view, and Chester waved at them.

"You could of mentioned a clearing, as compared to trees, you know." Chester said to James when they got closer.

[Darth SS]

Benny tapped his fictional watch.

"Shall we continue with our mad dash to safety."

[PyrosNine]

"You could of mentioned a clearing, as compared to trees, you know." Chester said to James when they got closer.

James rolled his eyes. "Whine, whine, whine, yap yap yap. Let's just get going. And Benny, if you want a watch to poke, I've got this handy dandy timer stuck to some EX-46 if you want it. Now let's move."

The trio dashed off towards the gate, hoping that was where the others were headed.

[TheBlindMime]

And the others were headed there too, just much more slowly due to a very nagging- "DOWN!!" Dexter yelled as he threw himself on the other two to make them fall more quickly; mere fractions of a second later a loud explosion echoed over their heads. -Jaffa attack.

Dex had to heave the servant onto his feet and drag him down the path imbetween quick bursts of fire towards the jaffa and the servants weeping. "MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!!!" And due to the constant fire-fight Dex was down to one word sentences.