Disclaimer: I do not own the right to Stargate or Game of Thrones franchises, or any of the other characters in this story that belong to Dean Devlin, Roland Emmerich and George RR Martin respectively. But I did create some of my own characters for the story.

Speech Note:

"Human Voice"

"Symbiote Voice"

"Internal conversation"

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Authors Note:

Hello again guys and Merry Christmas to you all. If you're new to this story, I hope you've been enjoying what you've read thus far and are soon to read.

Now then, with that out of the way, on with the next part.

Chapter 2 – On the Road

Location: Wyoming USA, Planet Earth, Sol System

8:33 PM

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Over the vast rolling hills and mountains of Wyoming rose the sun, it's baking golden light kissing every crack and crevice, ushering in a new day far from the trappings and tribulations of the greater world at large. On a stretch of road in this expansive heartland, rode a lone red car, the radio playing an old 70's Wild Cherry song, its occupant relaxed, letting the world fly by, his destination close at hand.

Wind whipped up as the red convertible flew down the road like a seasoned champion ice skater, its sleek aerodynamic open top design let the breeze rush over its smooth form and dance across the driver's hair. Behind the gust churned up a small storm of dust, following faithfully behind the car, as though a pack of wolves trailed hot on their paws after the sleek machine.

The driver himself was a strongly built man, who wore a US air force uniform with Colonel bars and black sunglasses. His skin was lightly toned yet bronzed a little where he caught the sun, his hair was black with a few white streaks running through it, he also had a little greying stubble.

In the far distance a small town takes shape, growing in size and clarity as the car approaches it closer and closer, slowing as it arrives. The Town wasn't much to behold, mainly a few shops, some diners with decent enough food, with a good view of some distant mountains and light foresting.

Driving though the town he parked outside of a diner, getting out he looked up at the sign for 'Clare's Eatery' taking note of the name as the one he was told of. Entering the establishment, he cast a quick glance across the cafeteria floor, spotting a more secluded, quiet seating area.

Making his way towards the seats, though first pausing for a moment to check the time, he stopped by the bar to purchase a hot cup of coffee and slice of today's speciality pie, seeing as he was slightly early, therefore a little refreshment might kill some time. Sitting down at his table, he took an experimental sip of his coffee, feeling a sense of mild disappointment for it being slightly weaker than he preferred, but he'd known worse coffee beforehand.

As he looked around for something to read whilst he casually sampled his pie, he heard the door opening with a typical entry chime, moderately annoying in its repetition as it was. Finding a newspaper on a nearby chair, he reached over to grab it, placing it in front of himself whilst the recent customer was placing his order.

Casually reading the latest articles in the paper he found moderately interesting, the colonel carefully listened to the voice of the new arrival. His order finished he began walking down the diner towards the driver, finally sitting in the seat opposite himself, setting a coffee of his own down on the counter.

The new arrival also wore a US air force uniform and sunglasses, but he wore General stars identifying his rank. He was older than the Colonel, his skin wrinkled in a few parts and his short crew cut greying hair thinned in areas.

"Nice town, small, quiet, uneventful, a good place to settle down," the General said, then took a sip of his coffee "Shame about the coffee though" he said with a lower voice."

"It's not the best I've had," responded the Colonel, his eyes glued and unflinching from the newspaper.

"I've tried nearly every small-town diner here, none of them seem to know how to make a proper cup, it's either too bitter or sweet, it always seems to lack that certain something it needs."

"At least their pies are decent enough, although they could do with some cream."

After a brief pause, the General said "You made good time getting here Colonel Murphy."

"I do my best sir, thought I might have time if I got here early, maybe a quick shave, I hear someone does the closest cut-throat in the state here."

The General withdrew a brown card file with the words 'classified' printed on it in red ink from his person, placing it on the table in front of himself, his hands resting on it.

"Won't be finishing my pie, will I?" Colonel Murphy stated, rather than asked.

Instead of answering at first, the man slid the file to the Colonel, who upon taking it opened it then began quickly reading the presented information, his eyes slowly growing larger as he did so. He quickly flipped from page to page, reading more and more of the top-secret documents, taking in and analysing each given word and scrutinising each picture included. Once he was finished, he closed the file and looked to his superior.

"Is this information accurate sir?" he asked, needing confirmation, his brain still processing all that he had just learnt.

"Our boys at the Pentagon, fifty-one and the SGC were able to confirm, it's real Colonel."

"Is it recent sir?"

"Just five days fresh Colonel, straight from our allies, finding it a little hard to believe?"

"Sorry sir, it's just, I thought we were finally done with these snakeheads." The Colonel explained.

"Me too son, most of the um," He paused, looking around, rethinking his words "Nasty ones have long since been taken care of, leaving only a few scattered and harmless ones that our allies mainly take care of, but this guy," He tapped the file "This guy is dangerous, possibly the last dangerous one left, if we can capture or eliminate him before he raises to power, we could spare millions from him."

The Colonel nodded in understanding "More than a good enough reason sir, so who will you send?"

"That Colonel is actually the second reason why I called you here." He said, pulling out a second file from his person.

"You want me to lead it sir?" Murphy asked with a light surprise "Last I checked, inactive was on my resume."

"Then you'll be glad to know that you've be reactivated Colonel," He said, handing the file to him, which also was classified. "For a second important mission." He said as the Colonel opened the file.

As he began reading the contents, his eyes widened further that with the previous file, with his mouth also opening a little.

"For some years now, the various governments that have been informed of its existence, have been pushing for further involvement within the SGC, so now following in the footsteps of the expedition, the Pentagon agreed to form a new SG team, one comprised of scientists and personnel from different countries. It will remain operating out of our country though, and you will still be in charge with at least four additional American personnel, as we have more experience with the enemy."

"General Rodgers sir, with all due respect, sending a newly formed untested team with civilians into the enemy stronghold, is suicide for them."

"Dr Jackson is a civilian, how is it any different?"

"He was the only civilian sir, on a team comprising mostly of experienced military personnel"

"What about the expedition then, the basis for this new team's creation, which was composed mainly of civilian scientists, also headed by a civilian?"

"Who happened to have extremely advanced technology at their disposal, only surviving after a large contingent was sent to back them up."

A brief pause issued between them, during which Colonel Murphy continued to read the file, whilst his superior drank some more of his coffee.

"We've opted to send your team on this mission, precisely due to the enemy being vulnerable, an easy first mission to test what this team is capable of."

After an additional brief pause, Colonel Murphy turned to General Rodgers.

"Very well sir, so where do we begin?"

Location: Chulak

21:17 PM

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The dim fading light of dusk glided over the skies of Chulak, as the last light of day faded from the horizon like a flickering candlelight, casting long shadows across the tall trees of forests, capped with a fresh covering of snow, winding gorges and rugged snowy peaks of the mountains, soon to disappear completely under the starry vale of night time.

Walking through this mountainous forested land was a single solitary man, he wore a long dark green woven traveling cloak which he wrapped around himself for warmth, it was made of roughly spun wool with a large hood that covered his head, the cloak was held in place by a large fist sized metal clasp over his left shoulder. He wore heavy armoured boots which crunched with every step against the crisp carpet of powdery snow, covering his lower arms and the top of his hands he wore a pair of armoured gauntlets, in the right of which he held a tall metallic staff covered in intricate patterns and designs, with an elongated oval shaped section at the top and a much wider oval shaped solid fan at the bottom, with a smooth oval shaped purple crystal in the centre of it. Occasionally as he walked he favoured the staff, but only occasionally.

After walking till the sun finally set and the day's last light faded completely, he came to stop at a cliff overlooking the valley. Below he clearly saw many flickering lights, some in groups and others further away moving in patterns.

"Finally," He said aloud to himself.

Finding a trail down the cliff he quickly arrived in the valley, then began heading towards the lights up ahead, then stopped, hearing a frizzling sound of electric arcs.

"Hold there, name yourself and purpose coming here," Ordered the voice of an armoured warrior, wielding the same kind of metallic staff as the traveller, pointing it at him.

Removing his hood, the traveller turned to face the warrior. He had fair yet wrinkled skin, aged and showing a great many hard years of life, a thick bushy greying beard but still with a few dark hairs left. The same was true for the hair of his head, short and greying but with a few scattered dark strands, though he had lost much of his hair as it had been slowly receding over the years, leaving deep recessions moving back at the temples and a bald patch at the crown of his head.

His nose was slightly crooked, as though it had been broken in a previous fight, with a small wart close to his cheek just above the right nostril. The tip and length of his nose along with his checks were pitted with old acne scares from his youth, with an old burn mark running from his left cheek back to his ear, which was missing the top half of the lobe. His eyes were a dark brown and alert, reflecting many years of experience and wisdom, on his forehead was a golden tattoo, consisting of two mirrored hook like shapes, a mark of his former allegiance and rank.

"I am Heer'nak of the free Jaffa, I have come to speak with the leader of your encampment, I do trust you were informed of my arrival?"

There was a metallic clamping sound as the guard deactivated his weapon, relaxing and returning his staff to its vertical position.

"That we were, you may procced Master Heer'nak" The guard said, bidding the elder Jaffa farewell before returning to his patrol, as Master Heer'nak nodded in respectful acknowledgment to the guard, before continuing on towards the camp.

As he drew closer the lights and sounds of the encampment grew closer and more clear with each passing step he took, the distant glows changed from to dull orange glow to the flickering lights of many fires, the voices of countless men and women soon filled his ears, the smells of freshly cooked food and wine assailed his nostrils and woke his appetite, reminding him that he had not eaten a decent meal for two days' time at least; it was a decently long journey to reach this camp by foot, as they tended to relocate often so to keep up with their prey.

Finally arriving at the camp, he was greeted by two more fellow Jaffa warriors who barred the way. Upon introducing himself as he did to the last, they relented.

"Our chief awaits you in the main tent, it's the dark red one at the centre of the camp," one of the pair of guards informed him.

"Thank you," replied Master Heer'nak, before continuing on his way.

Traversing the Jaffa encampment, he observed the many aspects of it, such as the layout which consisted of somewhere between ten to twenty individual grey to dark brown canvas tents with one dark red one in the centre, with the camp surrounded by a defensive wall of thick wooden logs each driven into the earth like a stake to stand upright and steadfast, bound tightly together with rough cords of rope securing them together. Inside of the camp he saw many racks with freshly cut meat hung up to dry over hot coals, fatty smells of roasting spiced venison and pork filling the air, women and men either bringing in fresh kills or currently skinning them, the sounds of many conversations and occasional laughter mixed with the sounds of metal and cooking. The old Jaffa master felt great joy at seeing his people so happy and free like this, the dark old days of endless servitude to the Goa'uld finally behind them.

Arriving outside the command tent, Master Heer'nak found that it wasn't just solely dark red in colour, but many different shades, as it was made from numerous patches of different materials stitched together, some canvas and some tanned leather hide dyed into hues of sharp scarlet, bloody crimson and burnt burgundy. It was relatively round in circumference, built as a ten-sided decagon shape with a pointed top. Structured with ten external vertical wooden rods, connected together with three rings of horizontal rods, forming rings around the walls of tent, with ten more longer rods anchoring the roof with a further horizontal ring holding and securing them. Finally, the whole tent was anchored to the ground with twenty rope lines, nailed into the earth for when a storm arose, which were seasonal and frequently severe.

Outside the command tent was another guard who Master Heer'nak approached.

"Greetings Master, I trust your journey here was good?" he asked with a welcoming smile.

"Better now I am once more amongst friends," He smiled back.

"You should wait inside, I will inform our chief of your arrival at once," He said before leaving quickly.

Turning to the tent before him, the old master reached out with a hand and moved the canvas door flap aside, allowing himself entry. Now inside he took in the details all around him as he moved further inside. At the far side there was a fabric patrician wall, presumably to give some privacy for the chief as the bed must be on the other side to him. In the middle of the room was a ground level firepit encircled by a ring of blackened stones, with flat circular iron cooking plate suspended above the firepit by three iron bars and wrought iron kettle placed on top. Around the fire was a ring of stools for sitting, drinking and talking.

Taking a seat and placing down his staff beside himself, Master Heer'nak shivered a little as the fire was out leaving the tent cold, though he was fine keeping warm walking to the camp. Now all he had to do was sit and wait for the chief, letting himself take account of the fatigue from his long journey coupled with his advanced years, leaving him quite tired and cold. As he breathed, a cloud escaped his mouth.

Hearing the sound of the tent flap opening, Master Heer'nak stood and turned to the door as the chief of the camp entered, she was an older Jaffa much like himself, she wore dulled steel plate and chainmail armour that bore the scares of many battles, with a long fur cloak over her shoulder. Her ivory skin was wrinkled like a prune with age, her shoulder length hair fine and greying and styled into a soft bob, yet despite her age, her dark brown eyes held much life and focus.

"You're usually not this late old friend," she said with a raised eyebrow; all was silent for a moment, then the two laughed and embraced in a hug.

"Only by a day I assure you."

"Now tell me, why come all this way, I assume it wasn't just to catch up?" She asked as they parted

"Sadly not I'm afraid, we have much to discuss."

Location: Washington DC, the Pentagon, Planet Earth, Sol System

A few days later

13:08 PM

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Outside the Pentagon, the headquarters for the United States Department of Defence, a black government car arrives, carrying two of the US Air forces finest, Colonel Shaun Murphy and General Alex Rogers. Stopping outside, the two men disembark and enter the building, quickly passing through the various security checks, arriving at General Rodgers office.

"Whiskey or real coffee this time Colonel Murphy?" He asked as they entered and closed the door.

"A nice whiskey sounds good right now General."

"A 'nice whisky?', Murphy I don't drink nice whiskies, I only stock real proper stuff," He said, as he grabbed his crystal whiskey decanter he displayed on a shelving unit, used for displaying various trophies and memorabilia from his years of service, filling too glasses and handing one to Murphy.

"To the new team, may they not crash and burn from the get-go," Colonel Murphy toasted, much to General Rodgers annoyance, then drank the drinks.

"Not bad General, not bad at all, better than that coffee."

"Better than nice?"

"Better than nice," he agreed.

"Now then," he said putting the glasses down "To business," He walked to his desk, collecting a stack of files and handing them to Murphy.

"And these are sir?"

"Dossiers, containing information on those who've been selected from this country and across the globe, to form your team." He answered as Murphy sat down on the nearby leather couch, to start looking through them.

"They include everyone from military backgrounds such as SGC personnel, to scientists and doctors specialising in a variety of backgrounds."

"Hang on, there are quite a few of them, I thought SG teams typically consisted of about four people, this is a little more than four, why so many General?"

"Our target isn't just some run of the mill Goa'uld, according to our intel from the Tok'ra, he was one of the Goa'uld's preeminent scientists, one of their important minds, hence the large number of scientists. He also still commands a small army of loyal Jaffa, why they haven't defected yet considering the free Jaffa movement is beyond me, which is why that many soldiers are included."

"Seems all we need now is the drummer and we're good to go."

"Very funny Colonel," replied General Rodgers "I would suggest that you read up on your new team while on route, as you'll be going to abroad to recruit some of them."

"Sounds like an interesting road trip sir, so where will the first stop be?"

"You'll be visiting Japan first, you should prepare for a long flight."

Author's Note:

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