Stargate SG-1: Bill's Best Day
By Imorol
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
Cheyenne Mountain was the location of the top-secret Stargate Command complex. Hidden deep in its bowels was the alien device which allowed teams from the SGC to explore the galaxy, searching for new technologies and allies to help in their on-going conflict with the Goa'uld. Overlooking the 'gate, behind a large retractable window, was the main briefing room.
Dominating the room on Level 27 was a large conference table, big enough to seat ten comfortably. Seated along one side of the table were the four members of SG-1. Alpha team of the SGC, they had been summoned by their commander, General George Hammond.
'We've just been contacted by the Tok'ra,' the General said without preamble, taking his place at the head of the table, closest to Jack O'Neill. 'They've requested a meeting to which I've agreed.'
'What do they want this time?' O'Neill asked, voice laden with exasperation. 'Let me guess; they want us to risk our butts for yet another piece of useless junk.'
'Unknown,' the General responded, ignoring his subordinate's tone. Although part of their mission profile was to seek out new allies, even he had to admit the rebel Tok'ra had been less than forthcoming on their side of their alliance with Earth.
'When's this meeting scheduled for, sir?' asked Major Samantha Carter, seated next to O'Neill.
'Actually they'll be here imminently.' As if summoned by his words the base klaxons began blaring, shrill and high pitched. Warning lights began to strobe, bathing the corridors and gate room in flashes of red illumination.
Looking through the large briefing room window, SG-1 watched as the last chevron locked into place on the Stargate. With a whooshing rush of energy and a fume of brilliant light an incoming wormhole formed. The event horizon filling the circular device, Earth was temporarily connected to an alien world somewhere out in the galaxy. Surface rippling, a figure stepped through into the embarkation room.
'Oh, for Christ's sake, not this again,' O'Neill swore, recognising the visitor. 'Please tell me we aren't going to be experimented on again?' he asked turning to his commanding officer.
Backlit by the wormhole was the Tok'ra scientist, Anise. A tall voluptuous woman, she was a stunning beauty, or at least her human host Freya was. Framed by dark blonde hair cut short, hers was a rounded face with high cheek bones, naturally full red lips and large brown eyes. Despite her buxom chest, she was athletic in build with shapely hips and long legs. Dressed as she had been on her first visit to the SGC, she wore a short dress of speckled animal hide, the neckline scooped to offer a generous display of warm cleavage. Angled from left knee to high on the right thigh, the skirt of the garment showed her legs off to great advantage. A pair of brown knee-height boots completed her wardrobe. An elaborate manica of overlapping scales covered much of her left forearm while a wide belt of brown animal hide cinched her waist. Hanging from her shoulder was a slung pouch in grey.
'As I said, Colonel O'Neill, I have no idea what she wants,' the General responded. Pressing a button he activated the intercom. 'Send our visitor directly up to the briefing room.' Within moments, the alien rebel had joined them.
'Please, take a seat,' Hammond said indicating for the woman to take a place at the table. Depositing the pouch on the table revealed it held something but there was nothing to ascertain its contents. Anise pulled out a chair and sat opposite Major Carter. 'So, to what do we owe this pleasure?' the General asked.
'First let me express my gratitude for agreeing to meet with me. I know that our past interactions have not been the most harmonious of undertakings,' Anise said, voice reverberating in the strange manner of all Goa'uld and their Tok'ra cousins.
'Most new alliances often begin in a less than auspicious manner, I've found,' General Hammond said studiously keeping eye contact, trying to read the visitor's intentions. 'Earth is proud to call the Tok'ra allies, and we hope that our alliance will continue to strengthen as we continue to resist the Goa'uld together.'
'Yeah. So, what do you want?' Jack interjected, having thrown a look at his commander. Hammond could be diplomat or warrior depending on the arena of combat.
'Before I explain my presence, could you tell me about your mission to the planet you designate as P3X-227?' Anise said, regarding Colonel O'Neill. 'I believe the Tok'ra supplied you with intelligence regarding that world.' At a nod from Hammond, Jack spoke.
'The "intelligence" as you call it, was that a party of Jaffa were guarding a device of some kind and you wanted us to go and steal it. Which we very kindly did by the way,' he said. 'What we weren't told about were the reinforcements already on their way to the site. We had to fight through two squads of Jaffa and barely made it through the gate before an Al'kesh could obliterate us.'
'We regret that the intelligence was not as thorough as any of us would have preferred,' Anise replied. 'However, we were operating under a restricted timeline and were not sure how close Ba'al's forces were to the planet. No Tok'ra operatives were available for us to make the attempt ourselves. On behalf of the High Council, I offer our thanks and gratitude for your efforts.'
'Well, when you put it like that, you're welcome,' Jack said, his tone rich in sarcasm.
'And where is the device now?' Anise addressed the question to Major Carter, knowing the other woman was a fellow scientist and smart for a Tau'ri. 'You have studied it?'
'It's currently in Med-Lab 3,' Carter replied. 'We've been studying it but apart from deducing its some form of organic technology encased in a Naquadah shell, we haven't learned much. Under the assumption it is Goa'uld technology, research is being conducted by Dr Lee, our foremost expert in that field. What is it? Do you know?'
Anise leaned forward, arms crossing where they rested upon the conference table. Knowing the men would be distracted by her ample cleavage, she maintained eye contact with Carter, keeping her attention. Unseen by the Tau'ri she pressed a control concealed amongst the scales of her vambrace.
'No, but that is what I have come to ascertain.'
***
Med-Lab 3 was located on Level 21 of the SGC. Relocated there from his usual laboratory, Dr Bill Lee sat at a table studying readouts on a laptop computer. Light reflecting off his spectacles, a puzzled look sat on his lightly bearded face. Below average height, a bit overweight and prematurely balding, the scientist was a certified genius, one of the smartest people assigned to the Stargate Program and an expert in alien technology. He was also utterly baffled.
Lying atop the table before him was the mysterious device SG-1 had retrieved from P3X-227. Vaguely resembling a Goa'uld kara kesh weapon, or hand device as some preferred to call them, this particular construction lacked anything beyond the point of a user's wrist. A golden ribbon formed from Naquadah was clearly designed to wrap around a user's forearm. However, instead of a large red gem seated in the palm, this device held what appeared to be two smaller jewels placed on the larger parts of the ribbon. Pearlescent white in colour, they were some form of organic matter, but incredibly tough.
Assigned to take over research from Major Carter, he was not getting any closer to learning what the device did, let alone how to make it function. To all intents and purposes it was inert. Apart from the background energy produced by the Naquadah, there were no other readings. If the organic components were still living then they appeared to be in some sort of stasis, possibly powered by the miracle mineral refined by the Goa'uld.
'What do you do?' the scientist pondered aloud, and not for the first time. Usually Goa'uld technology responded when picked up or worn but this gadget remained steadfastly obstinate. 'I'd settle for just turning you on.' He smirked at his own double entendre. Absentmindedly he stroked a finger across the first of the white "jewels", as he had done numerous times while contemplating them. This time, the first of the organic gems began to glow.
'What the...?' Now with a blue cast to it, the jewel was pulsing, slow and steady. Its twin remained inert and no other changes were apparent anywhere along the ribbon. Excited at some progress finally being made, Bill's quickened breathing was the only sound in the lab. Holding his hand over the strange device, there was no heat being generated nor could he sense any vibration.
'What the hell,' he said. It had proven to be a frustrating challenge trying to get the ribbon to activate, and now that emotion had quickly changed to one of exhilaration. Removing his white lab coat, he picked the ribbon up. Cautiously he wrapped it around his left forearm, both gems facing his flank. Lifting his arm, nothing happened. No filaments erupted to pierce his flesh, no AI attempted to take over his consciousness, no burst of electricity fried his skin. 'I wonder...' he said and stroked the second gem.
A blue flash momentarily blinded the scientist, making him wince. Gingerly opening his eyes, he saw that both jewels were now lit with a pulsing blue glow. Rotating his arm he inspected the now functioning device, and although it was clearly powered, he remained in the dark as to its function. Walking around his desk he excitedly made towards his computer, intending to hook it up to the ribbon to run fresh diagnostics.
'Dammit!' he suddenly exclaimed. Tripping when his foot caught an errant power cable, he'd nearly pulled a lamp from his desk. 'Oh. Oh!' Looking down he saw he cast no shadow. Even without the light shining in his direction there should have been a silhouette. Grabbing the lamp he twisted it around so it shone fully on him. Still no shadow appeared on the floor.
Suspicions growing as to the ribbon's function, Bill looked about. Sitting on a shelf was a pile of small mirrors that had been part of a laser refraction experiment. Grabbing one of the square-shaped mirrors, he was disappointed when his reflection looked back at him.
Oh, I thought the ribbon was an invisibility cloak
, he thought dejectedly. But as he replaced the mirror on the shelf he gasped: none of the others featured his reflection.
