“Carter!” O’Neill roared, taking aim and shooting again. A native in a green loincloth with a neck the size of his thigh went down, twitching. “We’re getting outta here! Get to the gate and dial us out.” He had enough of this planet already. Time for a strategic retreat. They’ll come back in a few weeks, and give the local war some time to cool off.
Carter nodded and, grabbing Daniel by his arm, hauled the archeologist to his feet and set into a dead run back the way they came. O’Neill and Teal’c fell smoothly into rear guard position, watching their backs and their sides.
Daniel was pointing up to the sky, yelling something, but his words were lost to the chaos.
They had gotten no more than a hundred yards when an almighty BOOM shook the ground and the forest all around them and sent a wash of dry heat over the entire area. Jack had just enough time – no more than a second – to flash back to one particularly bad day in Desert Storm, think Air Strike before there was another blast.
He didn’t hear it – it was too loud to be heard. He only felt the shock of impact, and then that particular stomach-dropping sensation of his own body in uncontrolled flight through the air. His training kicked in when his mind could not, rolling with the impact and keeping protective hands over his head. There was a moment of blank silence, then O’Neill came back to himself, laying on the ground with the taste of dirt in his mouth and his body aching.
At first he thought he had been deafened by the expulsion, but… no. He could hear coughing and groaning, but the fighting around them had momentarily paused.
O’Neill raised his head. “Anyone else alive?”
“Here, sir.” Carter said, to his right. She had been half covered by a blasted frond, kept safe and whole through sheer dumb luck.
Daniel coughed to his left and sat up. One of the lenses in his glasses had been cracked and there was a nasty bleeding wound in his scalp, but he gave a wave to O’Neill and seemed more or less alert.
Teal’c, already standing again with his staff weapon in his hand, merely nodded. “I am unharmed.”
“I thought I saw a zeppelin through the trees.” Daniel said.
There was another explosion, this one slightly further away, as if to underline his point. This one was enough to shake the ground again and O’Neill saw a bloom of orange some way out in the distance. Something wasn’t right here. If they had tech for air combat, why the spears? He made up his mind in an instant.
“We need to take a look at these weapons. Carter, get to the gate and get us dialed out. Me and Teal’c are going to do a little recon. Daniel, cover her.”
The area around them was thick with foliage, but the closer he and Teal’c got to the blast zone, the more damage they saw: Trees with trunks as thick as houses had been flattened to the ground, and out beyond in the point of impact the ground was blackened to dirt.
With the area clear, O’Neill was able to get his first view of open sky.
Daniel had been right. One side of the war had zeppelins – O’Neill guessed it was the side the red Storm Trooper guys were on because the entire fleet, more than a dozen ships, were also painted in the same rusty color. The zeppelins had come in high and silent and pretty much flattened most of the valley, by the looks of things. SG-1 had been lucky to be positioned on the edge, or else they would have been fried to a crisp.
There was some kind of movement around the fleet of airships – it was too far away to get a good look, even with the binoculars, but it looked like some sort of cow-shaped animal was flying between them, harassing the machines. Someone on the green guy’s side, or maybe just a flying alien creature defending it’s territory: O’Neill didn’t know, but he could see that the thing wasn’t doing much good… it couldn’t against so many. Worst of all, the fleet was making a slow, ungainly turn. It looked as if they were coming in for another pass.
The zeppelins were slow. They’d have a few minutes yet. O’Neill motioned for Teal’c to move forward and together they climbed a small hill, crouching down to get a better look at the battlefield.
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Re: SG-1 Finds The Kids 3
Carter nodded and, grabbing Daniel by his arm, hauled the archeologist to his feet and set into a dead run back the way they came. O’Neill and Teal’c fell smoothly into rear guard position, watching their backs and their sides.
Daniel was pointing up to the sky, yelling something, but his words were lost to the chaos.
They had gotten no more than a hundred yards when an almighty BOOM shook the ground and the forest all around them and sent a wash of dry heat over the entire area. Jack had just enough time – no more than a second – to flash back to one particularly bad day in Desert Storm, think Air Strike before there was another blast.
He didn’t hear it – it was too loud to be heard. He only felt the shock of impact, and then that particular stomach-dropping sensation of his own body in uncontrolled flight through the air. His training kicked in when his mind could not, rolling with the impact and keeping protective hands over his head. There was a moment of blank silence, then O’Neill came back to himself, laying on the ground with the taste of dirt in his mouth and his body aching.
At first he thought he had been deafened by the expulsion, but… no. He could hear coughing and groaning, but the fighting around them had momentarily paused.
O’Neill raised his head. “Anyone else alive?”
“Here, sir.” Carter said, to his right. She had been half covered by a blasted frond, kept safe and whole through sheer dumb luck.
Daniel coughed to his left and sat up. One of the lenses in his glasses had been cracked and there was a nasty bleeding wound in his scalp, but he gave a wave to O’Neill and seemed more or less alert.
Teal’c, already standing again with his staff weapon in his hand, merely nodded. “I am unharmed.”
“I thought I saw a zeppelin through the trees.” Daniel said.
There was another explosion, this one slightly further away, as if to underline his point. This one was enough to shake the ground again and O’Neill saw a bloom of orange some way out in the distance. Something wasn’t right here. If they had tech for air combat, why the spears? He made up his mind in an instant.
“We need to take a look at these weapons. Carter, get to the gate and get us dialed out. Me and Teal’c are going to do a little recon. Daniel, cover her.”
The area around them was thick with foliage, but the closer he and Teal’c got to the blast zone, the more damage they saw: Trees with trunks as thick as houses had been flattened to the ground, and out beyond in the point of impact the ground was blackened to dirt.
With the area clear, O’Neill was able to get his first view of open sky.
Daniel had been right. One side of the war had zeppelins – O’Neill guessed it was the side the red Storm Trooper guys were on because the entire fleet, more than a dozen ships, were also painted in the same rusty color. The zeppelins had come in high and silent and pretty much flattened most of the valley, by the looks of things. SG-1 had been lucky to be positioned on the edge, or else they would have been fried to a crisp.
There was some kind of movement around the fleet of airships – it was too far away to get a good look, even with the binoculars, but it looked like some sort of cow-shaped animal was flying between them, harassing the machines. Someone on the green guy’s side, or maybe just a flying alien creature defending it’s territory: O’Neill didn’t know, but he could see that the thing wasn’t doing much good… it couldn’t against so many. Worst of all, the fleet was making a slow, ungainly turn. It looked as if they were coming in for another pass.
The zeppelins were slow. They’d have a few minutes yet. O’Neill motioned for Teal’c to move forward and together they climbed a small hill, crouching down to get a better look at the battlefield.