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oeamTitle: Balance Of Power, Chapters 16 and 17
Author: Alex
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Genre: FCGen
Characters: Jonathan O’Neill
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and do not profit from their use.
Warnings: None
Spoilers: For the series.
Beta: Larian Elensar, Larry
Author Note: This is my second scifibigbang story and it is again in the Stargate world.
Summary: Jack’s clone grows up and comes to Cheyenne Mountain. There’s something strange going on out there; someone is blowing up planets!
~~~
Chapter Sixteen
- Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado
“No, Jack. I haven’t heard any more from Mitchell and Vala. Teal’c is still orbiting the planet but he’s heard nothing. I’m sure, knowing Vala, they’ve found some trouble to get into,” General Landry told General O’Neill.
Jack told him to keep him updated.
“I’ll let you know when I hear anything.”
*
- The Smugglers’ planet
The subjects of the Generals’ conversation were at the moment stepping out in the street to meet Garen Toker.
“Our friend tells us you can hook us up with the Lucian Alliance,” Mitchell said as an opening.
Toker pulled a weapon but he was not as fast as Mitchell; they stood with weapons aimed at one another.
“Who told you that? Vala here? She don’t know nothin’ about me.”
“Never mind. Is it true?”
“If it is?”
“We want to deal with them.”
“Buying?”
“Perhaps,” Cam made his answers as short and uninformative as Toker’s were. “Or maybe we have somethin’ to sell.”
“I’ll have to get back to you.”
“No good. We have to go if it’s no deal.”
“All right but if they shoot you when you walk in, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Cam nodded.
“Meet me at MaryAna’s in an hour.” And he was gone, slipping away behind a building.
Cam turned to Vala. “I’m not sure what we’re getting into but we need to let Teal’c know.”
“Who is Teal’c?” Demetrius asked.
“He is our partner.”
Cam walked a distance from Vala and Demetrius and contacted Teal’c.
“We are about to meet with the Lucian Alliance. Just wanted to give you a heads up. If things get weird, leave.”
“I shall monitor airspace for ships. I have no intention of leaving you two alone.”
Cam knew there was no use arguing with Teal’c so he agreed and rejoined Vala and her former husband. They were arguing.
“Darling, will you tell Dem that he isn’t going with us?”
“Well, is he any good with a gun?” Cam asked.
“I’m better and I don’t trust him not to shoot me,” Vala answered.
Mitchell knew that if they left him behind, Dem be in a saloon in less than an hour telling anyone who would listen that Vala and her new husband were looking to join the Lucian Alliance.
“Let him tag along. We can use another pair of eyes.”
Vala started to protest until Cam pulled her close and kissed her to shut her up.
In one hour, the three of them were at MaryAna’s house when Token arrived with a woman. Vala stared almost openmouthed. Using one of Jack O’Neill’s favorite terms, she leaned close to Mitchell and whispered, “Snakehead.”
Mitchell stiffened.
Vala had never been subtle and she wasn’t now. “Why is a Goa’uld representing the Lucian Alliance?”
“Whatever do you mean?” She was almost as tall as Mitchell with blond hair to her hips. She wore black leather much like the clothing that Vala sported.
“You are a Goa’uld.”
“Is this true?” Toker asked the woman.
She flashed her eyes at him and Cam hit her with a Zat gun. She went down.
“Let’s get the hell out of here!”
He messaged Teal’c and they headed for the landing place. Toker had been too stunned to follow them though Demetrius was right on their heels.
“You can’t go with us!” Vala shouted at him as they came into the clearing where Teal’c would land.
“I sure ain’t stayin’ here! I’m as good as dead.”
“He’s right… we have to take him with us,” Cam said as they ran.
They still didn’t see anyone behind them but there was no need to linger. Teal’c landed the ship and opened the hatch so they could get inside and soon they were leaving the tiny planet behind.
Demetrius looked at Teal’c and back at Vala and Cam. “Just who the hell are you?”
“That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is we get away.”
And they did.
*
- Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado
General Landry held the phone away from his ear to keep Jack O’Neill’s shout from deafening him.
“Yes, you heard me right. The representative from the Lucian Alliance was a Goa’uld. Yes, they got away but they sort of brought an ex-husband of Vala’s along. He was unfortunate enough to witness the whole thing and they were pretty sure that he’d be killed if they left him.”
He held the phone away from his ear again.
“I don’t know. They are on the way back to Langara but I expect this Demetrius person is going to have to stay on the ship with Teal’c. We don’t know for certain that he isn’t with the Lucian Alliance too.”
*
- Aboard Teal’c’s Al’Kesh
“What are you going to do with me?” Demetrius was getting concerned for his safety. After all, it had been years since he’d seen Vala and evidently, lots had happened to her since then.
“We’re going to leave you here with Teal’c right now. Vala is going to stay and keep you company.” Mitchell smiled at Vala, whose only reply was to stick her tongue out at him.
They arrived back at Langara in a fairly short time. Mitchell contacted the Daedalus. “Miss us?” He asked Carter.
“We had an uneventful day while you were gone. Jonathan threatened Rodney with the lemon but that was about all that happened. I just got word from General Landry on what you found. I do find it quite disturbing that the Goa’uld seem to be involved in the Lucian Alliance.”
“Tell me about it!”
“I’m headed over but am leaving Vala and our guest here with Teal’c for now.”
“I’ll have Col. Caldwell to beam you aboard. I’m sure that General Landry has more questions for you too.”
Vala tried wheedling to get Mitchell to take her back to the Daedalus too but it was to no avail.
“Look, this guy is scared and scared men do stupid things. We don’t need stupid right now.”
She reluctantly agreed that Mitchell was right. “But you owe me one, Mitchell, a big one and I won’t let you forget it.”
“I’m sure you won’t,” he said as he grinned at her and then was gone.
~~~
Chapter Seventeen
- Aboard the Odyssey
“So now we know the Lucian Alliance has been infiltrated by Goa’uld but which ones?” Sheppard said as SG-18 and Dr. Jackson sat in the conference room.
“That’s the question,” Daniel said. “We are fairly sure that the system lords are gone and if they are gone, then there isn’t anyone producing new larvae and most of the Jaffa, if not all, have joined with the other Jaffa in trying to forge a government of their own. So who are they?”
“The Wraith were easier to deal with… they didn’t look like us,” John said with his patented wry look.
“The Goa’uld are too arrogant to keep who they are a secret for long. And having Vala and Carter help us too,” Daniel replied.
“Oh yeah, both of them carried symbiotes once, didn’t they?” Sheppard asked.
“Vala was actually host to a very powerful Goa’uld system lord herself and the Tok’ra freed her.”
“We need to catch our Lucian too. That will be impossible if they don’t send another one though,” Sheppard said.
*
- Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado
Jack O’Neill was sitting at the conference table, looking gloomily into his cup of coffee. He wasn’t the only person there. Carter and Mitchell along with Sheppard and Jackson were sitting on either side while General Landry sat all the way down at the other end.
“Snakeheads? We’ve got snakeheads? How the hell did that happen?” Jack was livid. There was no one in the galaxy who hated the Goa’uld more than General O’Neill. Not even the Jaffa.
“No one knows, Jack.” Daniel was brave enough to speak, always had been. “You know there was no way to kill them all. Getting the most powerful ones was the best we could do.”
“When we de-Baaled Baal, I thought that was the end of it,” Jack said, almost pouting.
“We always knew there could be small groups of them out there and we’ve never uncovered all the people we knew were in the Trust,” Carter reminded him.
“Still, I think they are doing this for spite.”
“That, I wouldn’t doubt. They always seemed to have something personal against you, but then you were the one who upset their little game when you and Daniel traveled through the gate all those years ago,” Carter said.
“Hooray for me.” Jack said gloomily.
“Seems to me we just have to catch the one Vala and I met,” Mitchell said. He always was the optimist of the group.
“Why didn’t you catch her when you had the chance?” Jack asked.
“Well, that is the question but we were taken completely by surprise and by the time we realized what was going on, we needed to get away from her and her glowing eyes.”
“Maybe she’s still there,” Daniel said doubtfully.
*
- Aboard the Mother ship
The she in question was reporting to her lord.
“Mitchell and Vala?” He laughed. “I’ll bet they were surprised when they realized you were Goa’uld. They are going to start hunting us. I’m not quite ready to be found yet. Maybe we should disappear for a few days.”
And they did.
*
All of the watched planets reported complete quiet. It was so quiet that it was eerie. Everyone knew that this had to be the calm before the storm. It always seemed to happen that way.
Mitchell and SG-1 were bored aboard ship with little to nothing to do. Carter and McKay did bounce theories about the ninth chevron off of one another and argued over mathematical problems that only gave Mitchell a headache. Demetrius had been sent to Earth for the duration then he’d be returned home.
On the Odyssey, Daniel chattered to anyone who would listen about the interesting things about the Unas and their culture. Ronon, oddly enough, seemed to be the one who listened the most or perhaps he didn’t listen at all but had perfected the art of acting as if he did.
Jack O’Neill paced in his office and cursed a lot. He hated the Goa'uld!
*
Out in a quiet corner of the galaxy, a massive fleet began to gather together. This fleet was not human nor Goa’uld. They would fly in silently when the time was right and do what they needed to do. Their days of surgical strikes were over. They had amassed enough hardware and ships to take on almost anyone in the galaxy now and they had one target, the same target they’d always had.
They were the battle fleet of the Tok’ra, a fleet that neither Earth nor any of its allies knew about. And they were going to destroy the last of the Goa’uld, even if it meant their own destruction.
*
Cameron Mitchell woke in the middle of the night. He’d had a very strange dream. His father kept saying to him, “Look behind you, son. Just look behind you.”
How odd.
Did it mean something? If so, what?
*
Vala dreamed too. She was host to Qetesh once more and Baal kept asking her if she wanted to be his queen. She was laughing at him as she woke in a cold sweat.
She tried to never think of her days as host to Qetesh. She had done many horrible things to many people and despite the fact that she, Vala, was not Qetesh, she still felt a certain amount of guilt for all the suffering she had caused.
She got up and went in search of a cup of coffee. There would be no more sleep tonight.
*
The Unas waited and listened. They knew he was coming back. They knew he wanted the rocks they mined for the humans. They had cleaned their weapons and sharpened their blades. They would not be enslaved again, especially not by the ones they could smell when they tracked the intruder back to his ship.
They would never serve the Goa’uld again. They would die first. Every last one of them. Iron Shirt had given them all necklaces as protection from the Goa’uld.
*
Several communication tracking stations began to pick up coded and encrypted messages going to different locations all over the galaxy and all at about the same time. Though they couldn’t decipher the coded messages yet, they did know one thing.
They all originated in the same place. And they knew where that place was.
*
O’Neill got the call at 2:27 am.
His first thought was that something had happened to Carter, Jackson or Teal’c but he brushed those thoughts away as he listened. After a few minutes, he told the caller that he would call back as soon as possible.
“We’ve got you, you son of a bitch!” He shouted as he hung up the phone.
He had no doubt it was all a trap but that had never stopped him before.
~~~
Author: Alex
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Genre: FCGen
Characters: Jonathan O’Neill
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and do not profit from their use.
Warnings: None
Spoilers: For the series.
Beta: Larian Elensar, Larry
Author Note: This is my second scifibigbang story and it is again in the Stargate world.
Summary: Jack’s clone grows up and comes to Cheyenne Mountain. There’s something strange going on out there; someone is blowing up planets!
~~~
Chapter Sixteen
- Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado
“No, Jack. I haven’t heard any more from Mitchell and Vala. Teal’c is still orbiting the planet but he’s heard nothing. I’m sure, knowing Vala, they’ve found some trouble to get into,” General Landry told General O’Neill.
Jack told him to keep him updated.
“I’ll let you know when I hear anything.”
*
- The Smugglers’ planet
The subjects of the Generals’ conversation were at the moment stepping out in the street to meet Garen Toker.
“Our friend tells us you can hook us up with the Lucian Alliance,” Mitchell said as an opening.
Toker pulled a weapon but he was not as fast as Mitchell; they stood with weapons aimed at one another.
“Who told you that? Vala here? She don’t know nothin’ about me.”
“Never mind. Is it true?”
“If it is?”
“We want to deal with them.”
“Buying?”
“Perhaps,” Cam made his answers as short and uninformative as Toker’s were. “Or maybe we have somethin’ to sell.”
“I’ll have to get back to you.”
“No good. We have to go if it’s no deal.”
“All right but if they shoot you when you walk in, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Cam nodded.
“Meet me at MaryAna’s in an hour.” And he was gone, slipping away behind a building.
Cam turned to Vala. “I’m not sure what we’re getting into but we need to let Teal’c know.”
“Who is Teal’c?” Demetrius asked.
“He is our partner.”
Cam walked a distance from Vala and Demetrius and contacted Teal’c.
“We are about to meet with the Lucian Alliance. Just wanted to give you a heads up. If things get weird, leave.”
“I shall monitor airspace for ships. I have no intention of leaving you two alone.”
Cam knew there was no use arguing with Teal’c so he agreed and rejoined Vala and her former husband. They were arguing.
“Darling, will you tell Dem that he isn’t going with us?”
“Well, is he any good with a gun?” Cam asked.
“I’m better and I don’t trust him not to shoot me,” Vala answered.
Mitchell knew that if they left him behind, Dem be in a saloon in less than an hour telling anyone who would listen that Vala and her new husband were looking to join the Lucian Alliance.
“Let him tag along. We can use another pair of eyes.”
Vala started to protest until Cam pulled her close and kissed her to shut her up.
In one hour, the three of them were at MaryAna’s house when Token arrived with a woman. Vala stared almost openmouthed. Using one of Jack O’Neill’s favorite terms, she leaned close to Mitchell and whispered, “Snakehead.”
Mitchell stiffened.
Vala had never been subtle and she wasn’t now. “Why is a Goa’uld representing the Lucian Alliance?”
“Whatever do you mean?” She was almost as tall as Mitchell with blond hair to her hips. She wore black leather much like the clothing that Vala sported.
“You are a Goa’uld.”
“Is this true?” Toker asked the woman.
She flashed her eyes at him and Cam hit her with a Zat gun. She went down.
“Let’s get the hell out of here!”
He messaged Teal’c and they headed for the landing place. Toker had been too stunned to follow them though Demetrius was right on their heels.
“You can’t go with us!” Vala shouted at him as they came into the clearing where Teal’c would land.
“I sure ain’t stayin’ here! I’m as good as dead.”
“He’s right… we have to take him with us,” Cam said as they ran.
They still didn’t see anyone behind them but there was no need to linger. Teal’c landed the ship and opened the hatch so they could get inside and soon they were leaving the tiny planet behind.
Demetrius looked at Teal’c and back at Vala and Cam. “Just who the hell are you?”
“That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is we get away.”
And they did.
*
- Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado
General Landry held the phone away from his ear to keep Jack O’Neill’s shout from deafening him.
“Yes, you heard me right. The representative from the Lucian Alliance was a Goa’uld. Yes, they got away but they sort of brought an ex-husband of Vala’s along. He was unfortunate enough to witness the whole thing and they were pretty sure that he’d be killed if they left him.”
He held the phone away from his ear again.
“I don’t know. They are on the way back to Langara but I expect this Demetrius person is going to have to stay on the ship with Teal’c. We don’t know for certain that he isn’t with the Lucian Alliance too.”
*
- Aboard Teal’c’s Al’Kesh
“What are you going to do with me?” Demetrius was getting concerned for his safety. After all, it had been years since he’d seen Vala and evidently, lots had happened to her since then.
“We’re going to leave you here with Teal’c right now. Vala is going to stay and keep you company.” Mitchell smiled at Vala, whose only reply was to stick her tongue out at him.
They arrived back at Langara in a fairly short time. Mitchell contacted the Daedalus. “Miss us?” He asked Carter.
“We had an uneventful day while you were gone. Jonathan threatened Rodney with the lemon but that was about all that happened. I just got word from General Landry on what you found. I do find it quite disturbing that the Goa’uld seem to be involved in the Lucian Alliance.”
“Tell me about it!”
“I’m headed over but am leaving Vala and our guest here with Teal’c for now.”
“I’ll have Col. Caldwell to beam you aboard. I’m sure that General Landry has more questions for you too.”
Vala tried wheedling to get Mitchell to take her back to the Daedalus too but it was to no avail.
“Look, this guy is scared and scared men do stupid things. We don’t need stupid right now.”
She reluctantly agreed that Mitchell was right. “But you owe me one, Mitchell, a big one and I won’t let you forget it.”
“I’m sure you won’t,” he said as he grinned at her and then was gone.
~~~
Chapter Seventeen
- Aboard the Odyssey
“So now we know the Lucian Alliance has been infiltrated by Goa’uld but which ones?” Sheppard said as SG-18 and Dr. Jackson sat in the conference room.
“That’s the question,” Daniel said. “We are fairly sure that the system lords are gone and if they are gone, then there isn’t anyone producing new larvae and most of the Jaffa, if not all, have joined with the other Jaffa in trying to forge a government of their own. So who are they?”
“The Wraith were easier to deal with… they didn’t look like us,” John said with his patented wry look.
“The Goa’uld are too arrogant to keep who they are a secret for long. And having Vala and Carter help us too,” Daniel replied.
“Oh yeah, both of them carried symbiotes once, didn’t they?” Sheppard asked.
“Vala was actually host to a very powerful Goa’uld system lord herself and the Tok’ra freed her.”
“We need to catch our Lucian too. That will be impossible if they don’t send another one though,” Sheppard said.
*
- Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado
Jack O’Neill was sitting at the conference table, looking gloomily into his cup of coffee. He wasn’t the only person there. Carter and Mitchell along with Sheppard and Jackson were sitting on either side while General Landry sat all the way down at the other end.
“Snakeheads? We’ve got snakeheads? How the hell did that happen?” Jack was livid. There was no one in the galaxy who hated the Goa’uld more than General O’Neill. Not even the Jaffa.
“No one knows, Jack.” Daniel was brave enough to speak, always had been. “You know there was no way to kill them all. Getting the most powerful ones was the best we could do.”
“When we de-Baaled Baal, I thought that was the end of it,” Jack said, almost pouting.
“We always knew there could be small groups of them out there and we’ve never uncovered all the people we knew were in the Trust,” Carter reminded him.
“Still, I think they are doing this for spite.”
“That, I wouldn’t doubt. They always seemed to have something personal against you, but then you were the one who upset their little game when you and Daniel traveled through the gate all those years ago,” Carter said.
“Hooray for me.” Jack said gloomily.
“Seems to me we just have to catch the one Vala and I met,” Mitchell said. He always was the optimist of the group.
“Why didn’t you catch her when you had the chance?” Jack asked.
“Well, that is the question but we were taken completely by surprise and by the time we realized what was going on, we needed to get away from her and her glowing eyes.”
“Maybe she’s still there,” Daniel said doubtfully.
*
- Aboard the Mother ship
The she in question was reporting to her lord.
“Mitchell and Vala?” He laughed. “I’ll bet they were surprised when they realized you were Goa’uld. They are going to start hunting us. I’m not quite ready to be found yet. Maybe we should disappear for a few days.”
And they did.
*
All of the watched planets reported complete quiet. It was so quiet that it was eerie. Everyone knew that this had to be the calm before the storm. It always seemed to happen that way.
Mitchell and SG-1 were bored aboard ship with little to nothing to do. Carter and McKay did bounce theories about the ninth chevron off of one another and argued over mathematical problems that only gave Mitchell a headache. Demetrius had been sent to Earth for the duration then he’d be returned home.
On the Odyssey, Daniel chattered to anyone who would listen about the interesting things about the Unas and their culture. Ronon, oddly enough, seemed to be the one who listened the most or perhaps he didn’t listen at all but had perfected the art of acting as if he did.
Jack O’Neill paced in his office and cursed a lot. He hated the Goa'uld!
*
Out in a quiet corner of the galaxy, a massive fleet began to gather together. This fleet was not human nor Goa’uld. They would fly in silently when the time was right and do what they needed to do. Their days of surgical strikes were over. They had amassed enough hardware and ships to take on almost anyone in the galaxy now and they had one target, the same target they’d always had.
They were the battle fleet of the Tok’ra, a fleet that neither Earth nor any of its allies knew about. And they were going to destroy the last of the Goa’uld, even if it meant their own destruction.
*
Cameron Mitchell woke in the middle of the night. He’d had a very strange dream. His father kept saying to him, “Look behind you, son. Just look behind you.”
How odd.
Did it mean something? If so, what?
*
Vala dreamed too. She was host to Qetesh once more and Baal kept asking her if she wanted to be his queen. She was laughing at him as she woke in a cold sweat.
She tried to never think of her days as host to Qetesh. She had done many horrible things to many people and despite the fact that she, Vala, was not Qetesh, she still felt a certain amount of guilt for all the suffering she had caused.
She got up and went in search of a cup of coffee. There would be no more sleep tonight.
*
The Unas waited and listened. They knew he was coming back. They knew he wanted the rocks they mined for the humans. They had cleaned their weapons and sharpened their blades. They would not be enslaved again, especially not by the ones they could smell when they tracked the intruder back to his ship.
They would never serve the Goa’uld again. They would die first. Every last one of them. Iron Shirt had given them all necklaces as protection from the Goa’uld.
*
Several communication tracking stations began to pick up coded and encrypted messages going to different locations all over the galaxy and all at about the same time. Though they couldn’t decipher the coded messages yet, they did know one thing.
They all originated in the same place. And they knew where that place was.
*
O’Neill got the call at 2:27 am.
His first thought was that something had happened to Carter, Jackson or Teal’c but he brushed those thoughts away as he listened. After a few minutes, he told the caller that he would call back as soon as possible.
“We’ve got you, you son of a bitch!” He shouted as he hung up the phone.
He had no doubt it was all a trap but that had never stopped him before.
~~~
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