PART 1




“All SG1 members in the conference room, please!” The voice of the loudspeakers echoed through the long corridors of the Stargate Center. "Do you know what Hammond wants with us?" Asked O'neill Cpt. Carter. "According to rumors, we should get a new team member.", Came the answer. They walked quickly through the corridors and security doors towards Level 28. Teal'c and Daniel were already in the briefing room and were waiting impatiently. You sat down with them. Two minutes later, General Hammond entered the room, followed by a young cadet, about 20 years old with short, gray hair and the normal cadet uniform. He made a quick gesture for the guest to sit next to O'neill. "Good morning!" Said Hammond after he sat down too. "I don't want to go around the bush for long. This young man here is Cadet Trunks Briefs. His extraordinary physical and mental abilities qualified him to become a new member of SG1." Sir?"Sam looked at him questioningly." I hope you will be happy to welcome your new team member. I expect a perfect cooperation. Resigned! "Now they went to the canteen together to get to know each other a little better. On the way there Trunks kept looking strangely at Teal'c. When they finally got there, Trunks gathered up all his courage and said loudly:" You are not a person, or? "Everyone stopped abruptly." What makes you so sure about that? "asked O'neill, who liked the boy's direct manner." I ... I uh ... don't know. That thing on his forehead just seemed a little strange to me. "Everyone looked at him in disbelief." Listen, "said Daniel," We are a team. That means we have to be able to trust each other. So how did you come up with the fact that Teal'c wasn't human? "" Very well, "said Trunks, relieved of his heart. Apparently he was able to trust these people with the great secret he had been carrying around since his parents were killed.

So he told them everything from the beginning. How his parents disappeared one day and from that day on he lived with his "uncle", Son Goku. (At least that's what he called him.) Later he also told him what he was and what immense powers he had at his disposal. (The latter, Trunks deliberately omitted from his story. He didn't want the government to possibly get scared of him and lock him up or even kill and dissect him). He and his "brother" Son Goten later trained with a certain Picollo. Teal'c paused when Trunks described the appearance of his green friend. "The Goa'Uld once tried to use these beings as hosts. However, they were useless as hosts. Therefore the planet you are talking about is forbidden," he explained. Trunks stared at him for a few seconds. Then he continued. He reported how he decided to join the army in order to perhaps get information about his mother, who often built devices for the government.(-; Ok, maybe a bit far fetched, but why should he have gone otherwise? You can give me suggestions as to what I would generally ask of you anyway ;-) Because despite everything, he couldn't believe that they were dead. Just as he had finished (and had emptied half the canteen) the alarm sirens sounded. They ran down the long corridors again. "Please don't tell General Hammond who I am," he said with a slight tremor in his voice, "You said to trust you, so please don't betray me. Believe me, when the time is right, I will tell him. But I don't want to be locked up in some laboratory and dissected. "They promised him not to betray him (for now). Then they arrived in the gate area. There they saw terrible things. The Stargate was activated and one after the other men, women and children dressed only in dirty rags ran through it. A totally stressed General Hammond with disheveled hair and deep circles under the eyes came running towards them.Ah, there they are at last. These people are refugees. I'll explain everything else to you later. WHY! A Goa'Uld weapon beam shot through the event horizon and hit a little girl in the back. The little one went down. Trunks immediately wanted to run to her to pick her up, but O'neill held him tight. "There is nothing you can do for her!" He shouted. Doc hurried quickly. Fraiser and a team of paramedics come over to take them away. When, after about 5 minutes, the last of the 12,075 surviving inhabitants of the planet (of a population roughly equal to that of Earth) somehow found a place in the stargate center to be examined gradually in the quarantine room, SG1, General Hammond and a young, muscular man in strikingly neat clothes in the briefing room. "Have a seat," General Hammond ordered. “That man is Coron Balar, the Markani ambassador.” Markani? "Jack exclaimed." A civilization that SG2 encountered on P4X516 a few weeks ago."It turned out that they are technically about as sophisticated as we are and also have problems with the Goa'Uld. So they embarked on a long-term alliance for the benefit of both sides." "But just when we did the first Wanted to make an exchange, the Goa'Uld attacked us. ", Coron interrupted him. And if they get what they want, we, them, and the rest of the universe will have a gigantic problem. " "What do you want? "asked Sam." Well, we've developed a device that allows us to build and control replicators. "Everyone in the room was shocked, except for Trunks, who didn't think much of reading mission reports and therefore had no idea what" replicators "were." DAMN! "yelled Jack, hitting the table with full force." Colonel, pull yourself together. "Said Hammond, slightly annoyed but with full understanding. Coron, visibly annoyed by the interruption, continued:" Well, as I said, we are, or at least were able to make and control replicators, but there is research in this area is still in its infancy, so far we have only been able to build one working prototype."The problem is that both the prototype and the manufacturing facility are in a well-secured laboratory in the middle of our half-destroyed capital Telkoram. And all of our warriors were killed in battle. You must know, our society is divided There are warriors, workers and breeders. "" Breeders? "Interrupted Jack again. "Yes, Jack O'neill. Breeders! And you are doing exactly what you think now." O'neill blushed as a tomato. "But to get back to the subject," said Hammond, who was obviously uncomfortable with the subject, "Since, as I said, all Markan militarists were killed in the attack, we were asked to send a team. I already have the President's approval. You will travel to P4X516, get to the lab and destroy the prototype and the entire facility. ”“ Sir, with all due respect, ”Jack intervened once more,“ are you crazy? ”“ Hammond deliberately pretended to be had he overheard this impudent insinuation."In an hour I want to see them ready to march in the goal area.


So SG1 gave in to the inevitable and set off on a planet that was not only teeming with Goa'uld, but on which they should expect some additional surprises. "Chevron 7 activated!" Someone said from the control room. (Does the guy who always says that actually have a name?) WUUUUUSH !!! Trunks ducked his head in reflex. “Don't worry,” O'neill said reassuringly, “it's like a fart on a roller coaster.” He doubted that the ride on a roller coaster could be compared in the least to being split into its atoms, across space fly and then be reassembled. * g * Despite all the fear and excitement, he tried to look as cool as possible. He closed his eyes and took a step forward. A single step into the gigantic abyss of the universe, which just spit it out thousands of light years away, like a lama that is driven to white heat by stupid gawking zoo visitors and thus uses the only weapon that nature gave it.All he noticed at first was cold. He had the feeling that thousands of tiny glowing needles were digging into every inch of his skin. * steal from "Titanic" * He slowly opened his eyes. "Oh ... you ... SHIT!" He heard O'neill say. He looked around slowly and immediately understood what he meant. About 90 Goa'Uld had gathered around the stargate and so our 5 heroes looked exactly into the barrels of about 90 staff weapons. "Kree! Kree! KREEEEE!" they heard over and over again. The Jaffa formed an alley through which a short but stocky man in golden armor walked. Somehow he looked familiar to Trunks. Among all the metal armor, this one looks like a dog in a henhouse. (I know there would be better metaphors, but that just happened to me ;-) "Teal'c?", O'neill whispered to the same, "Who is that?" "I don't know, O'neill "" Shut up, "yelled the man in front of them. "The power that emanated from him was almost palpable.He was speaking something in goa'uldsch to one of his men, obviously some kind of sergeant. "Teal'c?" O'neill whispered again. A big mistake, because what he now felt was a pain that was so pure, so intense that it could only be a Zat shot. He went down in a daze. "COME WITH YOU!" Yelled the man. (let's just call him "the leader") "You there", he pointed to Trunks, "you are wearing him!" in silence, Trunks did what he was told. He knew he'd seen that face before somewhere. "Oh nonsense! I MUST be wrong." Some of the Goa'Uld were startled in silence when they saw the ease with which he threw the man who was at least one head taller over his shoulder. Of course they didn't show anything. The leader made a few quick hand movements and immediately 20 Goa'Uld came out of the so disorganized, almost wildly seeming crowd. For a moment Trunks considered simply sending this army to Dabra.It would certainly not have been difficult for him. During his training he was of course largely instructed in "weapon science" and from everything he had heard and read about these so-called "stick weapons", what they fired seemed to be roughly comparable to energy blasts. So he could have fended off their shots without any problems. But how should he protect his friends, his comrades, his team? No doubt these monsters wouldn't hesitate to