That was not going to be it. No way was that the end
for the Colonel, for Jack, his best friend. Not if Daniel had anything
to do about it Ö but therein lay the problem. At this moment there
wasn't anything for Daniel to do. At least nothing that wouldn't
be deemed highly destructive.
Daniel was in his office, trying hard to concentrate
on the video footage from P3Y-447, the planet that SG-14 was analyzing
for a possible Theta site. That was SG-14's mission when the President
had decided to shut down the Stargate program for an over-haul.
After the attack from Anubis and a little prodding from Dr. Weir,
the President decided that the team should continue their analysis.
It was now understood by the majority of those in power exactly
how much Earth needed to prepare itself for potential Goa'uld attacks
from space. The Stargate may be an easy window if the Goa'uld ever
found a way to bypass the iris, but it wasn't the only way. And
Anubis proved that the Tau'ri were not as strong as they should
be. At least, not if they wanted to win again.
If it wasn't for Jack, he wouldn't have been so frustrated
and losing his focus right now. He would have been dead.
Five minutes into the video and Daniel's mind was
already wandering elsewhere, which was a good indication of how
much Jack's latest predicament was affecting him. He'd handled stress
before, a major portion of his job dealt with stressful situations
at least once a week, if not more. There have been countless examples
of exactly how well Daniel could handle his own, so why was he having
so much difficulty now? There was a small difference that he had
no choice but to acknowledge; in all of those other situations Daniel
had a focus to help solve the problem. This time, there was nothing
that he could do.
OK, so maybe nothing wasnít completely true.
There was something. But there wasnít a chance of it being
approved of by the latest command structure. Heck, if Hammond was
still in charge, he wouldn't have approved of it either. And to
be honest, Daniel wasn't all that sure that it could work.
Daniel stopped the tape and hit rewind while getting
up off his stool and heading for his coffee maker. This footage
was serious, at least where SG-14 was concerned. Ever since that
fiasco with the Unas, a good number of the SG teams were wary of
moving onto second or even third production phases without good
ol' Dr. Jackson checking out the grounds for any signs of a threatening
culture. Daniel threw a lot of these requests to his staff. They
were more than capable of registering whether the designated mining
site had any signs of any type of cultural activity, threatening
or otherwise. The JCS decided that should an SG team feel that an
assessment would be required, it had to be given Dr. Jackson's sign
of approval before any mining production was shifted onto the next
phase. He had a feeling that a lot of the off-world analysis teams
took advantage of this decision. Obviously, it was a loop-hole in
their favor. If they sent footage to his office, and something happened
off-world and he had to admit to himself, something always happened,
the blame would fall on Daniel's shoulders should he have given
the go and had not foreseen any indication of a hidden threat. Problem
was, if the "threat" was hiding really well, the chance of Daniel
finding them in the footage was slim to none. If the team that was
currently on the planet couldn't see it, how was Daniel supposed
to do so with an amateur video on a 15" screen?
The tape had finished rewinding, so Daniel sat back
down with a fresh cup of coffee. He grabbed the remote, exhaled
a long breath he had no idea he was holding and pressed play, hoping
that this time he could fully concentrate on the short, thirty-four
SG-14 was made up entirely of military personnel, and not a single
one held a background in anthropological studies. Their final analysis
would be a compilation of four military minds to recognize whether
the planet would be suitable for use as a Theta site. Its designation
would be for Earthís Air Force training of X302s and possibly for
the construction of additional battleships. Now, not only did the
American military have to worry about producing these monstrosities
for the next time a Goa'uld wanted to challenge the Tau'ri of Earth,
but there were also cults and factions on Earth itself to deal with
as well. Especially those that were immensely strict in the belief
of a one true God and those that had fanatically believed in
aliens ever since Roswell.
A few groups truly believed that we had fought against
one of God's angels and Earth in its entirety was now doomed to
hell. According to these groups the Tau'ri should have let Anubis
take over Earth in God's name, because that was obviously God's
wish. Luckily the more popular masses didn't believe this notion
to be true, but it only took one person to strategically place a
bomb within a battleship assembly line. The Air Force doesn't want
to take any chances, thus they're going to build their force off-world.
SG-14 had requested Daniel's help because they weren't too sure
whether or not they had recently uncovered a burial ground. So now
he had to write up a report to explain that at this very moment,
SG-14 was standing in a pile of dung. And as long as a fence was
built to keep the migrant cattle out of the training field, the
USAF and the recently constructed Global Air Force will have one
less problem to handle should this planet be chosen.
He really should be finding a way to help Jack.
SG-1 for all intents and purposes, disbanded the moment that Jack
entered that stasis field. Sam was expected on the Prometheus to help
out in the repair work; and Tealíc went to Alpha Site 2.0 to try to
help the morale. Plus, thereís no doubt that he would wish to spend
some quality Jaffa time with his son and mentor. And Daniel was meant
to continue the search for the Lost City through his translations.
There was nothing left to translate though, not one SG team brought
back any useful texts. He was stuck and his best friend was counting
The Tokíra currently have no efficient way to help
Jack out. All they could provide was a less than stable stasis pod,
but heís already in one that was hopefully stable. The Tokíra and
liberated Jaffa have been able to keep Earth apprised on the whereabouts
of the once-missing Asgard. They had soon found out why the SGC
couldnít reach the Asgard just a few days ago, and why we still
canít reach them today. Just before Anubis had made his way to conquer
Earth, he had set the evolved Replicators out of their time-distorted
bubble. He must have found out about them through Jonas Quinn and
constructed a way to release them. The entire Asgard fleet is currently
fighting a very hard battle for survival, and there isnít any sign
of what Thorís position is in all of this. For all we know, the
Tau'riís favorite little grey butt is dead. And if the Asgard canít
defeat them, the remaining Replicators will most likely make their
way to Earth next. We are the ones that eventually trapped them
for what was supposed to be forever, after all.
Jacob is personally keeping close tabs on Baíal. And
Braítac is setting out tomorrow to infilitrate the ranks of Yu.
The fact that Earth annihilated Anubis and his entire army is not
going to keep either Goaíuld System Lord in hiding for very long.
In fact, the complete opposite would hold true. Both are corroborating
their intelligence at this moment to determine what had happened
to Anubis. How was it that the Tau'ri could do, what they could
not? And when they don’t find sufficient information about
Anubis’ demise, they’ll be heading for Earth.
And Jack was still in the deep freeze, with no conclusive
time of getting out soon. Even if he wasnít in stasis, he probably
couldnít accomplish a second performance.
Earth was so screwed.
Daniel missed Jack. More than he would ever willingly let on to another
living soul, even to Jack himself. Although Jack probably already
knew about his true feelings, the man was far from dumb. Everything
at the moment felt depressing; everywhere he looked another problem
arose. He needed Jack. He could rescue Jack, or die trying.
At this time of day, not many people would require
Danielís assistance. He finished up his report and closed up his
office. Once he dropped off his analysis, he head for SG-1ís locker
He finally had something to do.
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