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05 May 2009 @ 06:49 pm
New Story!  
Okay, so I've been posting it over in my other journal, for those of you who have friended both, but this is actually in chronological order! *grin* I've made it through the first mission, thankfully. Guh, it took forever. And now I'm off to write a promotion and cute Sam/Chase moments. *giggles*

This is original character in the Stargate universe. I'm writing it with a friend, who also has her own original character. It should be pretty complete, despite the fact I'm letting her write most of the Arianna scenes. I just write my part in such a way I don't need them.

Title: Chasing Her, Part One
Rating: Um, PG-13 for this one? NC-17 later on...
Author: me
Pairing: Sam/OTC (Chase, points at icon)
Disclaimer: Not mine! Well, Chase is, actually, so please don't take her.
Summary: Lt. Chase Marks, member of SG4, soldier to the core. One mission throws her entire world off-kilter, introduces her to the amazing Major Samantha Carter and basically changes everything.



Her attention on full alert, Lt. Chase Marks stood on the balcony overlooking the large village encased in darkness. Ever since SG4 had arrived on this planet it had been ominously dark with no stars and not a speck of cloud cover. Forty-eight hours had passed since they had stepped through the Stargate onto this world and in that time there had been no sun, no day, just this eery darkness. Of course there wasn't a scientist assigned to her team, so no one had even the slightest guess why.

Chase turned, her hands on her P90, surveying the room to which they had been assigned. Sergeants Reed and Torray had set up what appeared to be an adapted version of poker without chips on the small table nearby, obviously taking their commanding officer's order to relax quite seriously. Chase couldn't relax. In her soldier's brain, she could just tell something was wrong, seriously wrong. These people may be content living in the dark, using their torches and lanterns to light the smallest room and great expanse of their village, but there was something they hadn't told SG4, the Hispanic woman could just tell.

Nothing seemed dangerous in this room, at least, she decided as she sat gingerly on a chair near the open balcony. It was sparse, with two double beds, a nightstand, a few chairs and that table where her teammates were sitting. There was a washroom off to the side, but if they needed to relieve themselves, they would have to exit the room since this culture obviously had not yet invented indoor plumbing. Chase sighed and removed her cap, running a hand over her rich brown hair, currently being held in a tight ponytail.

She heard a movement and immediately was back on her feet, on full alert once more. The door opened and Colonel Braga stepped inside the room, nodding at her to stand down. Letting out the breath she had been holding, she slowly sank back down into the chair, awaiting her commanding officer's orders.

“There's going to be a celebration tonight in our honor,” Braga informed them, coughing a little and shaking his head. Chase's eyes narrowed on his face, which was paler than usual, as if something had frightened him recently. She knew this man, and he was not one easily frightened.

“Are you all right, Sir?” she asked, watching him closely.

He nodded and coughed. “Yes, lieutenant, I'm fine,” he replied, his voice becoming faint. “Just some allergies, I think.”

Their two other teammates glanced over at him, but didn't seem at all concerned as they once again turned their attentions back to their game. Chase couldn't help but feel that knot of apprehension tighten in her stomach, her earlier sense of danger increasing exponentially.

*

They marched in silence to the center of the village, where a banquet had been laid out for them. Chase wasn't hungry at all, but she followed her teammates, every sense alert and prepared for attack as they drew closer to where the celebration was already in full swing. She could hear the music and the light from the multitude of fires the natives had started, but the feeling that something was wrong still haunted her with each step.

Arriving at a long table, her CO motioned for them to sit and she grudgingly followed his inaudible order, remaining on full alert. Braga himself went to stand with the village leaders, the very ones who had separated the team earlier. One of the men smiled and held up his hands, the music ceasing at once. This leader, tall with broad shoulders and a wide smile, stood on a platform in the middle of the tables, all eyes on him. Braga joined him, a small grin forming on his usually stoic features.

Chase's attention was immediately on her CO and her hands tightened around her weapon. He was behaving entirely unlike himself ever since he had returned from speaking with the leaders, and she couldn't figure out if he was trying to fool them or if something had happened while he was there. The man next to him was talking, she realized with a start, and she hadn't been listening due to how she had honed in on Braga. She slowly began to tear her attentions from her CO and listen to what the leader was saying.

“Today is a very good day, my friends! Today the gods have smiled upon us once again!” His voice boomed in the arena even without the help of a microphone or speaker. “They have sent to us these travelers from Earth. We will once again be a strong, united people! Our new god is here to help us rebuild!”

New god? Chase wondered, her heart filling with dread as her intense gaze switched from the native man to Braga. At that moment, his eyes flashed with an eery light and the people all around her cheered. She fought the sudden and pressing need to throw up as she and her remaining teammates leapt to their feet. Pushing the fear from her mind, she immediately slipped into survival mode, raising her weapon and taking a deep, calming breath.

Braga had begun to talk, that same raspy voice she had been informed came from the mouths of Gau'olds, but she was too focused to distinguish individual words. No doubt he was telling the people how he would lead them and take care of them, the usual fake god nonsense. She wouldn't allow him the chance to enslave these people, she thought as she found her mark and fingers tightened around the trigger.

“God help us,” she muttered to herself as the bullet flew, finding its mark dead in the center of Braga's forehead, silencing the hollow rasp once and for all. His face turned to her as she lowered her weapon, eyes wide and full of surprise before they flashed one more time and he fell backwards, his body limp and lifeless.

The man next to him, his face spotted with her CO's blood blinked a few times before sinking onto his knees next to the body. His wide eyes slowly rose, settling on Chase. A sense of dread once again fell over her, and she quickly began barking orders to Reed and Torray, screaming for a quick exit. They didn't need to be told twice. The team of now three scrambled from the village as quickly as their feet would carry them, into the cover of darkness and the forest that lay beyond.

*

SG1 sat in their usual positions around the table when General Hammond appeared and slowly lowered himself into his own at the head, sighing and folding his hands on the black surface. “It's been three days since we've heard from SG4. Their last scheduled check-in was over 24 hours ago.”

“That's not like Braga,” Colonel O'Neill commented, echoing what was on everyone else's thoughts.

Hammond nodded. “I know, Colonel, that's why I want you to find out what happened to them.”

“Wasn't SG4 the team that reported that P3X-464 had become completely dark with no stars or clouds?” Sam asked, recalling how intrigued she had been when the report had first found its way to her desk.

“Yes, Major,” Hammond replied, turning his attention to her. “But we have no idea if that has anything to do with their radio silence. Colonel Braga reported a settlement in his last transmission. They were supposed to check it out and report back with their findings.”

Daniel scooted closer to the table at the thought of a new culture. “So you're saying SG4 could have been detained by the natives there?”

“That's one possibility, Dr. Jackson,” Hammond conceded.

“Are we aware of any Gau'old presence in the village?” Teal'c asked, inclining his head toward Hammond.

The general sighed and leaned back in his chair. “We have no idea, Teal'c. As far as Braga knew at the time, there was no evidence of Gau'olds, but he hadn't even made contact with the villagers yet.”

“So we're to get in, find SG4 and possibly rescue them,” Jack commented, glancing around the table at his team.

Hammond nodded again. “That's right, Colonel.” He glanced around the table himself. “Dismissed.”

*

SG1 stepped through the shimmering event horizon, night goggles firmly in place over their eyes and their gaze sweeping the area, fully alert. All that met them was silence and trees, not even a sound of an animal or bug in the area. It was all a little too quiet around the team, something not missed by the team's commander. O'Neill motioned for them to start walking, but to keep an eye out around them.

With Jack in the lead and Teal'c bringing up the rear, the team formed an uneasy line for their trek through the forest, their eyes everywhere. The grass crunched under their feet, a sound amplified in the silent darkness. Sam stole a glance toward the sky, the scientist in her trying to find even one clue why this planet had suddenly become so completely dark. She knew that when they first opened the Stargate and sent MALPs through to several planets, this had been one of them. And that MALP had sent back a full sky, rich with stars and clouds, not to mention after a few hours, two suns had appeared over the horizon. She found it hard to believe that whatever had happened here was natural, but the sky held no clues, not even for her.

“What do you think?” Daniel whispered, coming up to walk next to her.

She shrugged. “No idea,” she whispered back, suddenly aware of her CO's eyes on her and smiled sympathetically at Daniel as he stepped back into line.

They walked in silence for a while until they reached a small clearing. Jack slowed his pace and deliberately turned in a full circle, taking in his surroundings. The rest of SG1 surveyed the edges of the clearing, searching for any signs of life.

Just then, as if on cue, a soldier stepped from the cover of the trees, her weapon at the ready, pointed directly at them. They could distinctly hear the sounds of other weapons training themselves on their positions, probably from somewhere higher in the trees. SG1 immediately trained their P90s toward the threat, squinting through their googles at the soldier before them.

“Identify yourselves,” a somewhat familiar voice commanded them.

Jack studied her face for a minute before shaking his head. “Marks?” he said, ripping his googles off. “It's Colonel O'Neill. Lower your weapons.”

She squinted in the darkness, but finally realized it was him and lowered her P90, motioning for the others to do the same. “It's okay,” she told them. “It's SG1.”

“How do we know it's really them?” a hesitant voice called from somewhere they couldn't see.

“Because I do,” she responded hotly. “I knew about Braga, didn't I?” she added, glaring into the trees.

Reluctantly, the rest of her team agreed, lowering themselves from their hiding spots and coming to join SG1 and Chase in the clearing. “Speaking of Braga, where is your commanding officer?” Jack asked, his eyes glancing over the remaining members of her team.

“He's dead,” Chase replied crisply, but her tone was hollow.

“Uh-huh,” Jack replied, resting his hands on his P90. “And how did that happen?”

Chase lifted her chin, her gaze on her superior officer's face. “I killed him.”

Every member of SG1 exchanged a surprised glance before Jack turned back to the remaining members of SG4. “And why would you do that?”

“He had been infected with a Gau'old, Sir,” Chase replied, a knot forming in her throat. “I thought it was be the best course of action.”

Jack let out a low whistle. “You were probably right,” he told her, stepping forward and patting her shoulder. “So where are the natives anyway?”

“Searching for us,” she answered. “We should probably go before they find us.”

“Yeah, they weren't too happy when Marks killed their new god,” Torray added, glancing around nervously.

“New?” Daniel asked, looking rather confused. He glanced over at Sam and noticed from the expression on her face that her mind was fast at work.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound at the far edge of the clearing. Everyone's weapons immediately pointed in the same direction. It was silent for a moment before Teal'c finally said, “O'Neill, it would probably be best if we leave this world at once. We have succeeded in our mission and General Hammond said nothing of engaging the natives.”

“You're probably right, Teal'c,” Jack replied, motioning to the others. “Let's get out of here.”

*

“Colonel, back so soon?” Hammond's voice echoed off the walls of the Gate Room as the two teams were headed down the ramp.

“Yes, Sir,” Jack replied, shrugging. “Turns out SG4 were easier to find then we thought.”

Hammond's eyes surveyed the teams from above, not failing to notice there was one person missing. “Where's Colonel Braga?”

“Dead, Sir. We brought back who we could,” Jack replied somberly.

The general sighed and nodded. “Get cleaned up and SG4 checked out by Dr. Fraiser. Debrief in an hour.”

The colonel nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

*

Chase sat on an infirmary bed as Dr. Fraiser poked and prodded her neck, making sure there was no chance she could be infected with a Gau'old. When prompted, she opened her mouth wide to present a clean and unscarred throat. The doctor made a few notes on her chart, smiled sadly at the Hispanic woman and told her she was good to go. Chase nodded and hopped off the bed.

She couldn't help but notice the hovering presence of two of the members of SG1 the entire time she and her team were being checked over. Were Major Carter and Dr. Jackson sent here by General Hammond to make sure they were clean? she couldn't help but wonder. Sighing, she went to move past them to the door.

“Lt. Marks?” Major Carter's voice stopped her before she could reach the exit.

Turning on her heel, Chase snapped into attention. “Yes, ma'am?” she answered crispy as she had been taught to do.

“At ease, Lieutenant, you're not in trouble here,” the blonde woman told her with a slight smile. “We were just wondering about your time on the planet.”

“I intend to fully disclose everything I know at the debrief, ma'am,” Chase replied. “Was there something specific you want to know?”

Dr. Jackson nodded, pushing his glasses closer to his face. It was all Chase could do to remain still. She wasn't the biggest fan of scientists and wondered how two had ended up being assigned to the most prestigious team in the SGC. “Did the villagers tell you anything about the sky? Did they know why it had suddenly turned black?”

Chase shook her head. “No. They only said it had been that way for many weeks.”

“Interesting,” he replied, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Clearly he had no idea how much this interaction was paining Chase.

The major, however, could see something was bothering her. “Thank you for your time, Lieutenant. We'll let you know if we have any more questions,” she dismissed the younger woman, who looked at her strangely before turning to go. Usually people couldn't read her that well. But Chase didn't want to risk staying around to chat, so she merely ducked out of the room as fast as she could, headed for the locker room.

*

“Well, thank you, Lt. Marks,” General Hammond said as she finished her report. “I think that explains just about everything.”

Daniel shook his head. “I'm sorry, General, but it doesn't.”

“Dr. Jackson?”

“Well, Sir, we still don't know why the sky is black or if it will pose any potential threat to those villagers,” Daniel explained, feeling rather than seeing Sam nod behind him.

“With all due respect, Sir,” Chase addressed General Hammond, “No one on my team is or was a scientist, so how can we expected to know such things?”

The general shook his head. “I don't think Dr. Jackson is implying that you should, Lieutenant. I believe he is requesting my permission to return to the planet.”

Chase snorted. “With those locals out for blood? You'd be taking your lives in your own hands.”

Daniel shook his head again. “I don't think so, Sir. Let me talk to them, explain our situation. If they're still hostile toward us, we'll get out of there.” He glanced around the table at his team. “Please, Sir. Just a second look.”

General Hammond looked at Sam. “Major, do you think this is worth a second look?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir, I do.”

He nodded in return. “Well, then it's settled. Lt. Marks, I want you to meet with Major Carter and tell her everything you know about this planet. You're going to be fully prepared when you step through that Stargate again, people.”

“Sir, with all due respect,” Chase interrupted, “I have no interest in returning to that planet. Let SG1 go if they want, but please do not order me back there.”

Hammond thought about it for a minute. “All right, Marks, but I still want you coordinating with Major Carter. I want them as prepared as they can be.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied, bowing her head.

*

“Lt. Marks?” Major Carter's voice once again stopped her from reaching an exit, Chase thought to herself as she turned to face the woman, everyone else slipping past her.

“Yes, ma'am?” she replied, giving her superior officer her full attention.

“Why don't we meet tomorrow morning at 0800? I'm sure you could use some rest.”

Chase nodded. “Yes, ma'am. Where do you want to meet?”

“Do you know where my office is?” Major Carter asked.

The younger woman shrugged. “I'm sure I can find it.”

“Then I'll see you there.”

*

Sam knocked on the door to General Hammond's office about an hour later. He glanced up from his paperwork and waved her inside. “What can I do for you, Major?” he asked.

She came inside and stood before his desk all the while looking rather nervous. “Sir, I know you don't expect this of me, but I would like to request some help for this upcoming mission.”

Hammond raised an eyebrow. “Help, Major?”

“Yes, Sir. I feel that there may be someone else who can solve this mystery better than I can.”

“Really?” he replied, obviously stunned. His top scientist was not usually known to admit she wasn't the best choice for a mission. “But you're an astrophysicist. I thought this would be right up your alley.”

She smiled and shook her head. “In a way, yes, but in another way, I'm completely at a loss. This might be better suited for an astronomer, Sir.”

He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, smiling a little himself. “And I suppose you know just the person, Major?”

Nodding, she went on, “She and I were in graduate school together. Competed in everything. She went off to NASA after we finished school.”

“Name?”

“Dr. Arianna Simons,” Sam supplied.

Hammond nodded, somewhat familiar with the name. “You're sure she's the best choice?”

“Without a doubt, Sir,” she replied.

“Then get her to sign the appropriate paperwork, and you've got yourself some help.”

Sam beamed, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you, Sir.”

*

Walter hurried by a woman leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes glue to the closed door across the hall. It registered to him that the door led to Major Carter's office, but he didn't have time to stop as he kept his quick pace by her. She flicked her wrist, checking her watch before sighing deeply and pursing her lips in annoyance. Pushing off the wall, Chase adjusted positions as she waited for her superior officer to arrive, already fifteen minutes late for their 0800 meeting.

Finally the blonde woman hurried to the door, unlocking it and spouting profuse apologies for her tardiness. “I'm usually not like this,” Sam insisted, stepping aside to allow the younger woman entrance into the still dark room.

Swallowing hard, Chase slipped past the woman who was currently dressed in full dress blues. It was hard not to notice the finely shaped legs that disappeared under the tight skirt hugging her curves. She had always been a sucker for women in the uniform, but at least with this job, most women simply wore BDUs and fatigues. Her exposure to an attractive woman in dress blues was very limited.

As she brushed by, Sam flipped on the light and shut the door behind them, draping her jacket over a chair and running a hand through her short hair. “Usually I'm here early working on something, but I just got back as it is.”

“Just got back?” Chase asked, finding her voice and willing her eyes to remain on Sam's face. It would not be a good for her career if Samantha Carter caught her staring at her legs.

“From Cape Canaveral,” Sam replied as she motioned to another chair. “Why don't you sit down? We may be here a while.”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise as she followed her superior's directions. “Isn't that in Florida?”

Sam, seating herself on the other side of the large table and removing the temptation of her legs, smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

“You went to Florida and back in one night?” Chase asked, her curiosity egging her on.

“Yes, there was someone I had to see,” Sam answered, leaning down and removing one shoe, followed by the other. “Sorry, I'll never get used to the heels. You don't mind, do you?” she asked, oblivious to Chase's internal struggle to keep her focus off Sam's attractive body.

Attempting a small smile, Chase shook her head and replied in even tones, “No, that's okay. I'm sure you've had a long trip.”

Sam nodded and flashed Chase a grin. “Yes, I barely made it back.” She folded her hands on the desktop. “Before we get started, do you mind if I ask how you're doing?”

The junior officer could feel herself scowl before she drew in a deep breath and relaxed her face so that it was once again emotionless as possible. Shaking her head, she managed a tight, albeit forced, smile. “I'm fine.”

“I find that hard to believe, Lieutenant,” Sam replied, reaching into her briefcase and pulling out a file. Opening it on the table before her, she started jotting down notes on a piece of paper inside it.

Chase lifted an eyebrow. “Permission to speak freely, ma'am?” she asked quietly, her eyes on the paper, trying to read the unfamiliar handwriting from across the large table.

“Of course,” Sam replied, stopping her writing for a minute.

“How is it any of your business? We aren't going on a mission together, so my well-being is hardly your concern. Unless, of course, this isn't a briefing about the planet and more a briefing of me.” She took a short breath and paused for a minute, registering the surprised, but somewhat amused, expression falling over Sam's face. Hesitating for a beat, Chase nervously folded her own hands on the table and asked in a less biting tone, “Was that too blunt?”

Sam smiled and shook her head. “Not at all. And you're right, it isn't any of my business. I was just concerned because I know killing Colonel Braga must have been hard for you. It's not something one usually gets over right away.”

Chase shrugged. “I'll live, Major,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Now, do you want me to tell you what I know of the planet?”

*

Five figures emerged from the Stargate, each one with night goggles over their eyes, allowing them to see once the shimmering event horizon disappeared behind them. They descended the stone steps and the three men took up positions around the tree line, preparing for any threat. The red haired woman reached around, bringing her pack in front of her as she squatted onto the ground and opened the bag. She removed several objects and began assembling something on the ground, pointing it toward the sky.

Daniel split his attention between the forest and the brilliant woman who was currently researching the sky. She wasn't only brilliant, she was also gorgeous, this friend of Sam's that none of them had ever heard about before. He couldn't help being curious about the astronomer, wondering just what she did at NASA and why Sam had thought she was better suited for this mission. It wasn't as if there was very much Sam could not do.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound coming from the trees. Four P90s trained on the sound and Jack tilted his head back toward the two women in front of the Stargate. “How are you two doing back there? Almost ready to go?”

Sam glanced down at the kneeling woman who shrugged. “I suppose. I wouldn't mind having more time, though.”

Jack turned his attention back to the noises, which were getting closer. “Then I suppose we'll get you that time,” he muttered, motioning to Teal'c and Daniel, who each went to stand closer to the women. Sam moved to stand directly in front of Arianna, the three of them forming a protective semi-circle around the scientist.

Finally, three figures stepped into the clearing, two carrying long spears. Every member of SG1 tightened their hold on their weapons, but waited to see how the natives would react before they made a move. The three men, obviously adjusted to the darkness, looked at each person in turn, ending with Arianna before turning their gaze back to Jack.

The one without a spear stepped forward. Daniel squinted through the goggles at the man, but Jack was partially blocking his view. From what he could see, these men were dressed in short, one piece garments, probably made from animal skins. They seemed more afraid of SG1 then he would have imagined the blood-thirsty natives Lt. Marks had described.

The man, tall and muscular, but shaking slightly with fear none-the-less, approached Jack slowly and raised his hands in a common sign of surrender. “You are from Earth, are you not?” he asked, his voice quivering slightly.

“Yeah, we're from Earth. I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill. What's your name?” Jack replied, his weapon still trained on the man.

“Ishmael,” the man replied, dropping his arms. “Where is the one you call Marks?”

“She's not with us,” Jack replied. “And we're not handing her over to you, either.”

Ishmael looked genuinely confused. “Handing her over to us?” he asked.

“Yeah, we won't let you kill her,” the colonel answered, but even as if he said it, he didn't believe they would. They didn't look like people out for blood to him, but he needed to be sure.

“Oh, no!” Ishmael replied, shaking his head back and forth vigorously. “We do not wish to kill her! We need her.”

Thinking about it for a minute, the leader of SG1 finally lowered his weapon, motioning for his team to do the same. “What do you mean, you need her? I thought you were upset that she killed your god.”

Ishmael shook his head again. “No, not at all. She killed a god, so she must be one herself. We need her to lead our people.”

Jack stepped back, running a hand over his mouth before turning to look at Daniel, who merely shrugged. Apparently not even the archeologist could see this coming. Jack turned back to Ishmael and shook his head. “I'm sorry, you want her to be your new god?”

“Yes!” the man replied, smiling for the first time. “She left so suddenly, we don't know what to do now. There is much unrest in her absence. Please, as her emissaries, you must tell her we need her here.”

Jack raised his eyebrows the best he could behind the night goggles. “Emissaries?” he asked, ready to correct the man.

Daniel quickly stepped up beside him. “Of course, Ishmael. My name is Daniel and we are most certainly emissaries of the great Chase Marks.” At that remark, Sam coughed and Teal'c had to turn his head, but Arianna was quite sure she saw a small smile appear on his face.

“Daniel, can I talk to you for a minute?” Jack asked, motioning back toward the rest of their team.

The archeologist smiled at Ishmael. “We'll be just a minute,” he told the man before joining the leader of his team. “Yeah?” he whispered.

“Why are you encouraging these people?” Jack hissed at him.

“Because there is a distinct possibility they might try to kill us if we try to tell them Chase isn't a god.”

“Good point.” He turned back to the natives and smiled. “Yes, we'll get your message back to her.”

Ishmael bowed. “Thank you so much.”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, sure.” He almost added a “you betcha” before he caught himself and sighed, shaking head. Turning back to the scientist still kneeling on the hard ground, he muttered, “Pack it up, Simons. We're leaving.”

*

“They think I'm a what?” Chase asked, staring at General Hammond with an expression mixing fear and disbelief. “Sir, I don't know if can pretend to be a god.” And I don't think I want to try, she added silently to herself.

Hammond shrugged, obviously trying not to look amused by the situation. “Well, Lieutenant, it doesn't sound as if we have much of a choice here. They already think you're a god, so according to Dr. Jackson, you won't have to worry about being implanted with a Goa'uld. The way I see it, it's a win-win situation.”

She regarded him closely, still not believing her ears. “Sir, I thought we were supposed to free people from the Goa'uld, not imprison them with more beliefs about false gods.”

Daniel leaned forward. “If I may, Sir?” Hammond nodded in response. “While that is true, I think we have a unique opportunity here. Obviously you won't be expected to stay on the planet forever, so you'll have to set up a system of government so that they can govern themselves. Essentially you're only fooling them for a little while so that they can't be enslaved by the Goa'uld again. Besides, at their evolutionary development, they're not going to understand that gods don't really exist. Hundreds of years from now, I'm sure they will be better off because of you. We're doing them a favor.”

“A favor?” Chase returned, lifting one eyebrow, still rather unsure of this plan. She folded her hands on the table. “A favor by letting them believe that a mere human is a god. I'm not even Goa'uld, how the hell am I supposed to pull that one off?”

“You don't have to,” Daniel explained. “You killed their god. That one act makes you god enough for them.”

Hammond held his hand up. “I've heard enough. Lt. Marks, I'm ordering you back to P3X-464. You are to pose as their god, giving SG1 time to study whatever has happened to their sky – possibly saving these people in the process.”

Chase bowed her head in defeat. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, but refusing to meet his gaze. She didn't care how SG1 and these scientists wanted to justify it, she didn't feel comfortable taking advantage of the natives like this. But it didn't appear she had a choice.
 
 
I'm Here: annoyed at LJ
I'm Feeling: annoyedannoyed
I'm Hearing: fan
 
 
 
phpishy on May 22nd, 2009 09:04 pm (UTC)
First off, let me apologize for it taking me so long to get here. I really am interested in reading it, I just kept forgetting. I also hope I don't ask too many questions, because I'm turning off my "don't say that, you'll look stupid" filter while I read.


Of course there wasn't a scientist assigned to her team, so no one had even the slightest guess why.

Just out of curiosity, why wasn't there a scientist on her team? Is it one of those things that's put there so that later we can have Carter do her science stuff, or is there a back story to why they don't have one? Do most SG teams have a scientist? I don't even know.

"There's going to be a celebration tonight in our honor," Braga informed them, coughing a little and shaking his head.

I totally didn't get this in the first draft. I mean I knew he was weird for some reason, but the cough and the head thing, Jacob does that too. It's like the goa'uld is trying to get used to using the human voice. Pretty cool.

Chase couldn't help but feel that knot of apprehension tighten in her stomach, her earlier sense of danger increasing exponentially.

Makes me laugh. At one point Amanda said something about how she's always saying things are increasing exponentially, I think it was in one of the audio commentaries she did. :D

The man next to him was talking, she realized with a start, and she hadn't been listening due to how she had honed in on Braga. She slowly began to tear her attentions from her CO and listen to what the leader was saying.

I like this part. It gets the point across extremely well. You'd followed her train of thought and then pulled it all back into focus when she realized she hadn't been paying close enough attention. Is cool.

that same raspy voice she had been informed came from the mouths of Gau'olds (and a few other places)

Goa'uld

"God help us," she muttered to herself as the bullet flew, finding its mark dead in the center of Braga's forehead, silencing the hollow rasp once and for all.

An interesting contrast there, it makes me wonder what a "god killer" believes herself, in regards to spirituality and religion.

"It's been three days since we've heard from SG4. Their last scheduled check-in was over 24 hours ago."

It strikes me that three days is a really long time to not hear from someone. Twenty-four hours past checkin and they are just starting to have their first meeting about it seems a bit much too. I always thought they had to checkin at least once a day, and generally freaked out if people were more than a few hours late.

Colonel Braga reported a settlement in his last transmission. They were supposed to check it out and report back with their findings.

Well that makes the other thing make more sense. If the settlement were several hours hike from the gate, you would need to stay out of contact for a couple days in order to check it out. And if you haven't been in contact for two days already, it's understandable that they aren't calling in a bomb-strike on the planet just because you're a day late, but they would be rightly concerned.

So yeah, ignore the last two comments :P

--LJ says it's too long for one comment, so I'm splitting it in two--
phpishy on May 22nd, 2009 09:06 pm (UTC)
SG1 stepped through the shimmering event horizon, night goggles firmly in place over their eyes and their gaze sweeping the area, fully alert.

Are the night goggles new to this version? If so, I think they're a great addition, what with the dark and the no stars.

SG1 immediately trained their P90s toward the threat, squinting through their googles at the soldier before them.

Goggles

The whole infirmary scene was cool. I mean Sam/Janet isn't in your story, but completely leaving her out would be weird. It'd be like those Sam/Janet stories that completely ignore Jack, having everybody else there, but somehow he's just missing.

"Do you know where my office is?" Major Carter asked.

I didn't even know Sam had an office! It reminds me of New Order Part 2
Jack: I've never had a desk.
Daniel: That's uhh?
Jack: Con.
Daniel: Con.
Sam: For the record, sir. You do have a desk.
Jack: I do?

Walter hurried by a woman leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes glue to the closed door across the hall. It registered to him that the door led to Major Carter's office, but he didn't have time to stop as he kept his quick pace by her.

OMG you wrote something from Walter's perspective! *loves you*

Daniel quickly stepped up beside him. "Of course, Ishmael. My name is Daniel and we are most certainly emissaries of the great Chase Marks."

That's SO Daniel! Cutting Jack off to "play along". So great!

Hammond shrugged, obviously trying not to look amused by the situation. "Well, Lieutenant, it doesn't sound as if we have much of a choice here. They already think you're a god, so according to Dr. Jackson, you won't have to worry about being implanted with a Goa'uld. The way I see it, it's a win-win situation."

Woah! That sounded totally like the Hammond from Gamekeeper. The episode when they were stuck in those chairs and the guy who played Barclay from from Next Generation! Reminds me of the early on episodes where he wasn't as lovable.

I'm with Chase on this whole thing about leading the villagers on. It just doesn't seem like a good idea. Not that bad in a story way, but like "oh shit, that could so blow up in their face... I wanna watch!"

Okay, now I am off to read the next part!
Slamslamaina on June 2nd, 2009 07:20 pm (UTC)
A strong start to what looks to be a great fic. Well done.

Slam