TEAL'C* & O'NEILL* BACK TO THE SECRET BASE

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"Go on, divulge, how much?"

"Much.. ..including a M.A.L.P."

Teal'c* smiled gleefully to himself and to Colonel O'Neill*.

"A M.A.L.P., um, special!"

"O'Neill*, are there any other specific stores requirements? As I am unsure as to when we will again have such a lucrative opportunity."

"Well lets just weigh it up then. How about the things on the list?"

"We have everything on the list."

"Excellent! That might do us for now T*. The real booty's in here."

"Yes, indeed, the StarGate addresses."

"Oh, what about the ammo, how we doing on that score?"

"We have everything on the list and more."

"Nice.."

"O'Neill*, might not it be wise to withdraw from the Beta Site compound to the safety of our secret base. I observed our other selves making their way to The SGC underground Control Distribution Facility. No doubt they are soon to return to rendezvous with Major Carter in the Headquarters complex."

"Wise and prudent dear fellow, lets go."

"Yes.."

"I have to say its been a very interesting day today Teal'c*."

"I agree."

"Looks like the life in nine eight niner is finally, thankfully, over."

"This is indeed very welcome news. The planet Altair, despite our long stay, is a place I have no wish to frequent."

"Well said Teal'c*."

"Has the plant sustained much damage O'Neill?"

"From the sound of Carter's* brief description, it seems as though the Goa'uld got out of control with a staff weapon. She said the damage is confined to mainly ground and basement floors. The thing is T*, that place was only good for another six to nine months at the most. Although no one likes to have a demented nutter running riot, its turned out to be just the catalyst needed to cement the move. I mean as of now, our presence in good old P3X nine eight niner, and to my endless satisfaction I might add, is no more."

"Major Carter* and Daniel Jackson* must work quickly to find a suitable name for our new Home-World. It is only proper and fitting that we bestow a strong and symbolic name upon the land that will now become our permanent home. A well chosen name will bring us much safety and prosperity. And luck."

"Oh really. Are you superstitious then T*?"

"No. I am not."

"Oh really? Em, Carter was saying they're running the biannuals. That must be fun."

"Yes I am aware. Daniel Jackson told me."

"I imagine they'll pick up the radio transmission."

"Yes O'Neill* I am certain of this. However, upon further examination it will reveal itself to be nothing more than a random subspace carrier wave of no specific destination, which had apparently failed to dissipate via energetic distortion. I believe they will categorise it as an anomalous reflection."

"Sounds acceptable to me."

"Yes indeed. Perhaps Daniel Jackson* was able to speak with General Hammond."

"Oh yeah. Perhaps. And?"

"And perhaps he was able to ascertain the General's welfare."

"We shouldn't concern ourselves."

"On the contrary O'Neill*, it is of great concern to all of us, yourself included."

"Okay then, it does us no good to invest in news of this type. Its not going to happen T*."

"Perhaps that is a matter upon which General Hammond should be given to adjudicate."

"Well go right ahead, call round, ask him."

"I believe he would be amenable."

"Amenable to what, becoming a robot?"

"But he would not become a robot O'Neill*. He would remain himself. It is his other he who would become as we are. And it is his other self, who like us, would learn to believe that it is far better to experience the life than not to have lived at all. In the future when we are better organised we will achieve great things. And we will do much good. And I believe we will excel in our fight against the Goa'uld."

"Teal'c*, I agree with all of that. I really do.. ..I don't know, its just this damn deuced deal of having our lives stolen, I'm still on that."

"True that was the case with ourselves, but it would not be the case with General Hammond. We would request his presence and not.. ..steal it."

"I don't know T*, its not like asking someone for a loan of their penknife when you're under heavy fire from someone with a potato gun, its asking them for their life."

"Yes O'Neill*, but it is a life that the synthesising equipment ensures they have to give."

"George.. ..hes a good friend."

"Indeed and as you have told me on many occasions, it is always good to have ones friends around one."

"I know.. ..Teal'c*, what say you, we see if we can bag us that Al'kesh?"

"O'Neill*, it would have to be.."

"It is Teal'c*. Its very large. It's a space bag. Its an invisible bag."

"There is no bag."

"No, theres no bag, but there is a ship. One in which we could circumnavigate all aspects of our new Home-World.. ..and I'm definitely all for that."

"That is also the direction of my thinking O'Neill*. We must attempt to retrieve the vessel."

The Colonel* had already made up his mind to sit tight for a few hours. Wait until the coast was clear and then go in for an update on the Altairian, Al'kesh situation, before Gating to the Home-World.

"O'Neill*, we are approaching the spot Daniel Jackson made my position earlier today whilst I was transporting the final cargo to our secret base with Corporal Padmysser and Airman Burke. Daniel Jackson was working along the perimeter with Major Pierce's group."

"Which way did you go after he'd seen you?"

"I went many different ways O'Neill*, and he did not see me again."

"Yeah that's something we need to keep aware of. As secluded as our place is, theres always the possibility of SGC personnel being in the vicinity, for whatever reason."

"Indeed."

"I think I'll have Carter* look into a stealth security system. Nothing to elaborate, more an early warning system."

"That will prove most effective O'Neill*."

"Daniel* did very well wouldn't you say?"

"Yes I would say he did. Although the visit to The SGC seems to have left him shaken."

"Yeah I think the fact that he nearly ran into himself, and possibly seeing George, some of the others, I think it was all somewhat over stressful, it did seem to take its toll on him, though I know Daniel* doesn't ordinarily yield to pressure. I'm gonna have Harlan check him out."

"O'Neill*, I think it is a most welcome pleasure to see our other selves."

"Okay Teal'c*, its great to see us. It's the deceiving part that's the difficulty."

"Yes, this is very true."

"Having to lie to our own people. And crikey, having to run and hide from them.. ..I mean what can you say about that. The thought leaves me feelin' shaky never mind Daniel*."

"Indeed O'Neill* I understand."

As soon as they got inside the secret base Teal'c* removed the transfer clip and inserted another one from the sequence. Colonel O'Neill* had set about scanning in the all important StarGate addresses. He was studying them as he went. Probably having some found or otherwise recollection of those planets he had visited.

The job was over pretty quickly. "How goes it T*?"

"Very well O'Neill*. There are nine remaining."

"Super! Okay I'm making a drink. Lets go up on the patio. Sit it out."

"That would be most relaxing O'Neill*."

Lounge lizards up on the Patio in the early evening sundown. Beautifully calming and relaxing, indeed. O'Neill* decided it would be a shame to wake up the fish. To try to wake up the fish. After all, he hadn't tested his launch capabilities from the patio to the pond.

Twenty minutes later a spring action popped.

"O'Neill* that one's finished."

"Yeah that's not to long. Carter* said it's a heavy drinker so its only going to take two and so hours. Sit down T*, its alright, I'll get this one."

Colonel O'Neill* stood up and walked over to the hatch, slid down the ladder, went over to the computer unit and change the data transfer clip.

Once the download was completed, all the data clips would also be stored in the base. And at some stage the Colonel* intend to make a copy of the transfer clips and store that copy elsewhere. In point of fact, being an extremely, and discretely, accomplished military strategist and top ranking officer, Colonel O'Neill* always has a contingency for a contingency.

"Eight left."

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