Stargate Bills Best Day

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.

Dropping the first mirror, he poked another. As he made contact, his reflection suddenly appeared on its surface. Withdrawing the finger, his reflection disappeared. Touching several more, his reflection would appear only on those he currently had contact with.

'Wow,' he exclaimed. 'It is a cloaking device! This is fantastic.' It was known that the Goa'uld had access to cloaks. In fact Hathor had used one to aid in her escape after her failed attempt to take over the SGC. But this was the first time one had been captured and could be studied. 'And it can't be a standard cloak if I can manipulate objects,' Bill theorised. Touching the mirrors had shown that objects could be brought into the influence of the cloak. 'Anything I touch becomes invisible too. This is amazing!'

Applications for cloaking technology floated before him. With this, SGC teams would be able to infiltrate any Goa'uld facility, gather up whatever technology they could at least physically carry and walk right out the door. Or they could sneak bombs into enemy strongholds or vessels and destroy them from the inside. There were also non-military applications such as rescue teams using it to "see through" debris and rubble, or shielding buildings from seismic waves, or observing wildlife in their natural habitats without disturbing their behaviour.

Although the powers-that-be would more likely use it for espionage

.

'This must be a new technology otherwise it would have been used against us already,' the scientist surmised. 'General Hammond needs to know.'

Stroking the first gem again he attempted to deactivate the ribbon. Nothing happened. 'Ok,' he said and stroked the other one. Nothing happened. 'Okay.' Rapidly touching the glowing jewels, no combination he tried disabled the cloak. 'Oh, crap.' Feeling panic rising, Bill tried to calm himself, to control his breathing and after a moment felt a little better.

Really there's only one thing to do

, he thought. 'Yup, I'd better go find Major Carter,' he said to the empty laboratory.

***

'Thank you, Colonel O'Neill,' Anise said.

SG-1's commander had just completed recounting the team's mission to another planet, P3X-473. Based on further intelligence supplied by the Tok'ra, the team had attempted to infiltrate a gathering of Goa'uld but overwhelming numbers of Jaffa had prevented them from doing so. It had been unusual as the warriors represented several different System Lords. Falling on a backup plan, they recorded the comings-and-goings, identifying several low-level Goa'uld and potentially a representative of the System Lord Ba'al.

'You're welcome,' Jack said with feigned sincerity. 'We sent it off to you and then heard nothing back. You don't write, you don't call...'

'Is that why you're here?' asked Daniel Jackson. 'Did the recordings reveal something?'

'When we learned of the meeting, the High Council positioned it's operatives as close as possible to the System Lords. But as you are aware, none of them attended so we also were unable to affect infiltration,' Anise said, ignoring the question posed to her. 'As you surmised, Nerus was present however,' she said to the silent Teal'c who responded with a tilt of the head by way of acknowledgment. 'An operative was able to re-route to join Nerus's entourage shortly after they departed P3X-473.'

'Go on,' General Hammond said, his tone authoritative but not commanding. Curtailing another outburst from Colonel O'Neill, he encouraged their ally to continue.

'It was some time before our operative could report back to the High Council. Through them we learned that Ba'al had sent Nerus to demonstrate a new technology he has created. The intention was to garner the support and fealty of several lower-level Goa'uld so that Ba'al could solidify his position among the other System Lords. With enough support he could potentially claim title as Supreme System Lord.'

'So are we now facing a consolidated threat?' Hammond asked. With a united military, the Goa'uld would be able to swat aside Earth's resistance, reconquer the plant and enslave mankind once again. It was the ultimate worst-case scenario.

'Fortunately not,' Anise said. She turned to Colonel O'Neill. 'What you captured on P3X-227 was the device meant for this demonstration. Without it Nerus and Ba'al failed to impress and their positions remain unchanged, for which we can all be relieved.'

'So, what does this doohickey actually do?' O'Neill asked.

***

Walking through the hallways of the SGC was something of a harrowing experience. Knowing he could ill afford to touch anyone less they discover his presence and cause a security alert, Dr Lee was forced to slow his pace and duck aside when the concrete passages became clogged with airmen and base personnel. However, he couldn't keep it up and bumped into a large Marine passing in the other direction.

Expecting drawn weapons and commands to freeze, nothing happened. Confused, the scientist watched the grunt carry on his journey unfazed. A hypothesis forming, Dr Lee looked around and saw a glass-fronted door reflecting the corridor. Across the way was a bright red fire extinguisher mounted on the wall. Keeping his eyes affixed to the glass, he reached out and touched the red cylinder. Nothing happened. Waiting for a break in the foot traffic, he hefted the fire-fighting equipment from its cradle. Reflected in the windowpane, the extinguisher abruptly disappeared.

'Interesting,' he murmured.

Placing the extinguisher on the floor, the moment he broke physical contact it reappeared in the reflection. Picking it back up, it disappeared once more. Feeling vindication for his idea, he returned the cylinder to its bracket. Once more when he let go it was visible in the reflection. But when he touched it, now back in its cradle, it was gone.

'Mass! The cloaking device is affected by mass.' After a few more impromptu experiments, Dr Lee came to the conclusion that the new cloaking device allowed the user to manipulate objects of equal or less mass than themselves. Anything heavier than the person wearing the alien ribbon, the cloak failed to affect them. 'Hence why everything around me hasn't vanished,' he said to himself, foot stamping on the floor and pleased with his deduction.

Climbing the spiral stairs from Stargate Operations, Dr Lee hesitated when he saw a meeting in progress. General Hammond sat at the head of the large conference table, SG-1 to his right, including the beautiful Samantha Carter. Sat alone opposite the alpha team was Anise of the Tok'ra, a truly striking woman Bill had met during a previous visit.

'Uh, sorry to interrupt,' he said automatically. None sat at the table reacted. 'Oh, right. Of course, the cloak,' Bill said to himself. During his brief journey through the SGC he'd quickly discovered that the cloak hid his voice as well as his visual presence. Entering the briefing room he made for Major Carter. Standing behind his colleague he tentatively reached out to tap her on the shoulder when he paused.

Samantha Carter was a brilliant astrophysicist, exceptional engineer and a courageous soldier. She was also a very attractive woman. Looking down he couldn't help but notice the swell of her breasts. Beneath a black long-sleeved top, there was no missing the feminine form under the tightly stretched cloth. Hand hovering over the woman's shoulder, Bill continued to admire her bust. Tempted to cop a feel, he knew that once he touched the Major she would come under the influence of the cloaking device and become aware of his presence.

And then I'd really be in trouble

.

About to tap Carter on the shoulder, he once again paused. Glancing across the table, he looked at Anise. Another beautiful blonde, unlike the Major, she wantonly displayed her cleavage.

And what a cleavage it is

. Swelling at the scooped neckline with every breath the host took, it was a mesmerising vision. Bill avidly watched their rise and fall for a moment. Unhearing her words, as she spoke and moved her head her boobs would jiggle, adding to their enticement. Dropping his hand, the invisible scientist walked around the table.

Dr Lee stood behind the seated Tok'ra, ignoring the on-going meeting. Happily he peeked down her top, savoured the uninterrupted view of her bountiful décolletage. Their delightful wobble was more pronounced from his new vantage point. Pushed together by the red hide dress he recalled from an earlier visit, her rounded breasts created a sexy valley. Feeling himself harden under his slacks, Bill grabbed his stiff dick, giving it a squeeze through his clothes.

Leaning down to get a closer look, he could smell her hair, her skin and a faint perfume.

Magnolia

, he thought. Careful not to make physical contact, he was so close that he could feel the heat of her body rising up to meet him. 'You're a sexy one, Freya,' he mumbled, eyes glued to the view down the host's top. Examining how they filled the neckline and pressed into the hide dress, the man's eyes hungrily traced the curve of each breast, one over to the other and back again, groping himself all the while.

***

'...operative was able to retrieve a data storage device,' Anise was saying. Opening the grey pouch she'd brought along, she pulled out a small spherical object with three legs. 'We believe this vo'cume contains information about the device you recovered. It is, however, encrypted.' Reaching back into the pouch, Anise retrieved another object, this one small and pyramidal-shaped, the edges curved. 'This is currently working to break the encryption. It should take another day, maybe less. Then we will know what it does.'