January 1989
With a flash the Stargate stabilized to leave a steady ripple, a scintillating blue glow lighting the dawn scenery. Shortly afterwards figures began to emerge, some in black, some in green. When Twelve men had emerged the leader, a Jaffa in jet black armor, talked into a stick like device clipped to the back of his wrist.
“This is Colonel Il'kar SES Zero One. We have arrived safely. As the probes indicated there is no sign of a Jaffa presence around the gate. Myself, Captain Fischer and two teams will proceed to the crash site. Lieutenant Koenig's team will defend the gate.”
For a moment there was no response, then a tinny voice echoed in the morning air.
“Acknowledged SES Zero One.” Came the serious tones of Al'dar. “We will link to you again in two hours for a status report. Good hunting.”
“Thank you General.” Il'kar said, then cut the transmission, the gate disconnecting shortly after.
“Ah, wonderful climate. So, a little sport, some bird shooting perhaps?” The cheerful man in the black uniform said, slapping Il'kar on the back.
“Next time perhaps Captain. Get your men ready, we head out in two minutes.” He said, but did smile slightly as he said it. Fischer was an oddity in an SS man, personable and friendly while extremely competent. Il'kar had asked for him to be head of the SchutzStaffel in SES-01 personally.
“Zu Befehl Colonel. We will be ready. I think Grupter could manage a few pot shots on the way home?”
Il'kar just gave him his patented stare as an answer and Fischer held his hands up in resignation and headed off to his men chuckling. Shaking his head Il'kar headed over to the more serious Lieutenant Koenig.
“Do not take any chances Lieutenant.” Il'kar said as Koenig saluted. “We know the Goa'uld have been here in the past so be certain your covering positions are well hidden. If any Jaffa come through the gate warn us immediately. Silent signal first, we may well be in an awkward position.”
“Understood Colonel. We will be ready. Heil Himmler!” He said, stiffly saluting
“Heil Himmler Lieutenant. We will be back in a few hours.”
As Il'kar and Fischer lead the mixed group of six Jaffa and Waffen-SS off into the jungle, leaving Koenig and his three Wehrmacht troops to dig their camouflaged trenches and guard the gate.
***
“Do you see any obvious damage?” Fischer whispered, serious for once as he and Il'kar lay on the rise, over looking the 'crash' site.
“No, I do not.” Il'kar replied quietly, still gazing through his field glasses, flicking them to thermal imaging to see if there were non-visual clues to why the transport craft had buried itself nose first in the ground. “Nothing un-obvious either.”
“Unusual Il'kar, not 'un-obvious'. I swear, you've been learning German for, what, forty years? You still have the damnedest gaps in y...”
Fischer stopped in mid word as Il'kar held his hand up, staring across the valley. In the area beyond the 'crash' two Jaffa had just emerged, staffs at the ready, heading towards the ship.
“Just two?” Fischer whispered, very quietly.
Il'kar didn't respond, just thumbed the zoom on his field glasses. They seemed to be Cronos Jaffa by their emblem. The two approached the ship, obviously wary, using typical Jaffa covering tactics for each other. When they rounded the side of the transport one knelt down and aimed back across the valley floor, covering while the other approached the hatch. As soon as he touched the control for the hatch though a sizzling sound bit the air, and bright red beams snapped from the base of the cliff the Reich troops were atop of, burning holes rapidly in both Jaffa.
“Or none.” Il'kar finished as both Jaffa dropped to the floor dead.
“Some kind of Goa'uld homing weapon?” Fischer asked, peering down to try to see the weapon in question, unsuccessfully.
“Yes, the Tacluchnatagmuntoron. It fires at hot targets when triggered.”
“Thermal targeting? Looked like a particle beam or heat-ray weapon. Do Goa'uld use heat-rays?” Il'kar shrugged slightly as he stared down, but the waited for aggressor did not reveal himself to dispose of the bodies. Looked like the setter of this trap was not around, or just waiting for more Jaffa to turn up.
“The Jaffa were of Cronos, the ship... I cannot tell. The sigil is partially buried. Perhaps Sokar.”
“Ungh, not a good mix. I've parried with Sokar's Jaffa before. Total zealots!” Il'kar nodded. “Cronos, not dealt with, but heard enough that I don't want to. He's one of the big four at the moment isn't he? Ra's hench Goa'uld?”
Il'kar managed a weak chuckle.
“The System Lords do you mean? There are more than four, usually between six and twelve in my experience, though there is no set limit. Ra prefers ten. He usually gets what he wants.” Il'kar lifted a hand to halt the conversation and tapped his comm-stick, querying if Koenig could safely respond.
“Yes Colonel?” Koenig's voice came through the stick.
“We have identified two forces present. One two Jaffa, dead just now from a Goa'uld trap, once belonging to Cronos. The ship appears to be Sokar, but it is not certain. I have not identified who set the trap. Be aware Tacluchnatagmuntoron energy weapon traps could be laid out. They target heat sources if tripped.”
“Understood. When base contacts I'll forward the information Colonel. Anything else?”
“My team is heading down to investigate, Fischer's covering me. If we do not contact you in ten minutes dial the gate and warn base this area may be compromised.”
“Understood Colonel. Koenig out.”
***
One of Il'kar's Jaffa's remained behind covering, while Fischer's Specialist technology squad leader Grupter (a relatively new rank in the Waffen SS, often just called Tech leader) Joined Il'kar as he investigated the trap. A flare isolated the three weapons, and Il'kar shot two further devices with his MR-11 Death-ray carbine. His Beamer Rifle would have been a little too loud. Grupter then got to work shutting down the remaining device without destroying it.
“Fascinating, some kind of Crystronic Lens guiding circuits, using a Hoffman-Reese deflection system. Definitely a particle beam, but unlike anything I've seen before.” said the Tech leader as he finished his examination of the ball like weapon and finally closed it up, shutting it down. “shouldn't be hard to figure out how to trick these in future, though likely we'd need more flares.”
“Yes, please be quiet Grupter.” Il'kar said, eyes slitted as he stared around the clearing. Something was wrong.
He raised his wrist and tapped for Fischer, talking immediately.
“Can you see anyone in the area Captain?”
“Negative.” Fischer said in a quiet monotone from the hill above them. “Jaffa vibe again?”
“Possibly. Something is amiss here certainly.”
He peered around the area, but could tell nothing.
“We should leave, now. Captain, ready your men, we're heading back to the gate.”
Carefully Il'kar, his two Jaffa and Grupter headed back up the hill, weapon's at the ready, but they reached Fischer and the others without incident and the group gathered together for the trip back to the gate.
Then Loo'tesh ran into an energy barrier, his black armor mostly cushioning the blow as he staggered back.
“Drop your weapons!” Came a voice from outside the barrier, echoing almost like a Goa'uld.
All the troops swung their guns around, looking for targets, two of the Waffen SS stormtroopers dropping the the ground with their MR-12's, covering front and rear.
“I said, drop your weapons!” The voice said again, and to punctuate it the familiar shrill crackle of a Zat'Nik'Tel blast came, the blast striking Loo'tesh, stunning him, his body tumbling to the brush covered ground. “I won't ask again. As you can see, I can shoot you, but you cannot shoot me.”
A figure stepped out from the shadows ahead, a rifle and Zat'Nik'Tel both pointed at them. Fischer pulled a grenade from his belt with a grin but Il'kar grasped his wrist before the Captain could throw it. When Fischer turned to him he shook his head 'No'. He nodded to Grupter who held up a scanner.
“Level 7 shield, full coverage dome, non-velocity limited. Sorry, no grenades sir.” Grupter said sadly. “And I don't think we have the firepower to batter it down.”
“So....” the voice said again.
Reluctantly Il'kar motioned his men to put their guns down.
“Stand away from them.” The voice said, and the Reich troops stepped back, Grupter helping the stunned Loo'tesh stagger with them, seeing the shield shrink, visibly rippling as it skipped over the dropped weapons, still surrounding Il'kar's men.
The man stepped forwards, wearing an unfamiliar suit of armor, though definitely looking Goa'uld in origin, with a face mask.
“Well well, seems I've finally caught the famous first strike group of the Reich.” The man said as he tucked the weapons in a sack and threw it over his shoulder, then waved at them as the shield dropped. “Don't do anything foolish. This is a rapid fire Phase pulse eradication rod, easily capable of dropping all of you in one salvo. Don't test me.”
“And who is it we are not testing?” Il'kar said, frowning fiercely at the intruder.
“My name is Aris Boch, bounty hunter. Perhaps you've heard of me?”
Il'kar and Fischer glanced at each other, shrugging.
“No.” They said in unison.
“Really, well, it hardly matters. Walk, that way!” Aris said, waving his weapon. Sullenly the two teams of troops were escorted by Aris back towards the ship.
Grupter raised an eyebrow and nodded very faintly to Aris, but Il'kar shook his head imperceptibly. Now was not the time. They had holdout weapons, but it was doubtful they could draw, come to bear on Aris and fire before he killed most, if not all of them. For now they would have to do as Aris wanted.
With a flash the Stargate stabilized to leave a steady ripple, a scintillating blue glow lighting the dawn scenery. Shortly afterwards figures began to emerge, some in black, some in green. When Twelve men had emerged the leader, a Jaffa in jet black armor, talked into a stick like device clipped to the back of his wrist.
“This is Colonel Il'kar SES Zero One. We have arrived safely. As the probes indicated there is no sign of a Jaffa presence around the gate. Myself, Captain Fischer and two teams will proceed to the crash site. Lieutenant Koenig's team will defend the gate.”
For a moment there was no response, then a tinny voice echoed in the morning air.
“Acknowledged SES Zero One.” Came the serious tones of Al'dar. “We will link to you again in two hours for a status report. Good hunting.”
“Thank you General.” Il'kar said, then cut the transmission, the gate disconnecting shortly after.
“Ah, wonderful climate. So, a little sport, some bird shooting perhaps?” The cheerful man in the black uniform said, slapping Il'kar on the back.
“Next time perhaps Captain. Get your men ready, we head out in two minutes.” He said, but did smile slightly as he said it. Fischer was an oddity in an SS man, personable and friendly while extremely competent. Il'kar had asked for him to be head of the SchutzStaffel in SES-01 personally.
“Zu Befehl Colonel. We will be ready. I think Grupter could manage a few pot shots on the way home?”
Il'kar just gave him his patented stare as an answer and Fischer held his hands up in resignation and headed off to his men chuckling. Shaking his head Il'kar headed over to the more serious Lieutenant Koenig.
“Do not take any chances Lieutenant.” Il'kar said as Koenig saluted. “We know the Goa'uld have been here in the past so be certain your covering positions are well hidden. If any Jaffa come through the gate warn us immediately. Silent signal first, we may well be in an awkward position.”
“Understood Colonel. We will be ready. Heil Himmler!” He said, stiffly saluting
“Heil Himmler Lieutenant. We will be back in a few hours.”
As Il'kar and Fischer lead the mixed group of six Jaffa and Waffen-SS off into the jungle, leaving Koenig and his three Wehrmacht troops to dig their camouflaged trenches and guard the gate.
***
“Do you see any obvious damage?” Fischer whispered, serious for once as he and Il'kar lay on the rise, over looking the 'crash' site.
“No, I do not.” Il'kar replied quietly, still gazing through his field glasses, flicking them to thermal imaging to see if there were non-visual clues to why the transport craft had buried itself nose first in the ground. “Nothing un-obvious either.”
“Unusual Il'kar, not 'un-obvious'. I swear, you've been learning German for, what, forty years? You still have the damnedest gaps in y...”
Fischer stopped in mid word as Il'kar held his hand up, staring across the valley. In the area beyond the 'crash' two Jaffa had just emerged, staffs at the ready, heading towards the ship.
“Just two?” Fischer whispered, very quietly.
Il'kar didn't respond, just thumbed the zoom on his field glasses. They seemed to be Cronos Jaffa by their emblem. The two approached the ship, obviously wary, using typical Jaffa covering tactics for each other. When they rounded the side of the transport one knelt down and aimed back across the valley floor, covering while the other approached the hatch. As soon as he touched the control for the hatch though a sizzling sound bit the air, and bright red beams snapped from the base of the cliff the Reich troops were atop of, burning holes rapidly in both Jaffa.
“Or none.” Il'kar finished as both Jaffa dropped to the floor dead.
“Some kind of Goa'uld homing weapon?” Fischer asked, peering down to try to see the weapon in question, unsuccessfully.
“Yes, the Tacluchnatagmuntoron. It fires at hot targets when triggered.”
“Thermal targeting? Looked like a particle beam or heat-ray weapon. Do Goa'uld use heat-rays?” Il'kar shrugged slightly as he stared down, but the waited for aggressor did not reveal himself to dispose of the bodies. Looked like the setter of this trap was not around, or just waiting for more Jaffa to turn up.
“The Jaffa were of Cronos, the ship... I cannot tell. The sigil is partially buried. Perhaps Sokar.”
“Ungh, not a good mix. I've parried with Sokar's Jaffa before. Total zealots!” Il'kar nodded. “Cronos, not dealt with, but heard enough that I don't want to. He's one of the big four at the moment isn't he? Ra's hench Goa'uld?”
Il'kar managed a weak chuckle.
“The System Lords do you mean? There are more than four, usually between six and twelve in my experience, though there is no set limit. Ra prefers ten. He usually gets what he wants.” Il'kar lifted a hand to halt the conversation and tapped his comm-stick, querying if Koenig could safely respond.
“Yes Colonel?” Koenig's voice came through the stick.
“We have identified two forces present. One two Jaffa, dead just now from a Goa'uld trap, once belonging to Cronos. The ship appears to be Sokar, but it is not certain. I have not identified who set the trap. Be aware Tacluchnatagmuntoron energy weapon traps could be laid out. They target heat sources if tripped.”
“Understood. When base contacts I'll forward the information Colonel. Anything else?”
“My team is heading down to investigate, Fischer's covering me. If we do not contact you in ten minutes dial the gate and warn base this area may be compromised.”
“Understood Colonel. Koenig out.”
***
One of Il'kar's Jaffa's remained behind covering, while Fischer's Specialist technology squad leader Grupter (a relatively new rank in the Waffen SS, often just called Tech leader) Joined Il'kar as he investigated the trap. A flare isolated the three weapons, and Il'kar shot two further devices with his MR-11 Death-ray carbine. His Beamer Rifle would have been a little too loud. Grupter then got to work shutting down the remaining device without destroying it.
“Fascinating, some kind of Crystronic Lens guiding circuits, using a Hoffman-Reese deflection system. Definitely a particle beam, but unlike anything I've seen before.” said the Tech leader as he finished his examination of the ball like weapon and finally closed it up, shutting it down. “shouldn't be hard to figure out how to trick these in future, though likely we'd need more flares.”
“Yes, please be quiet Grupter.” Il'kar said, eyes slitted as he stared around the clearing. Something was wrong.
He raised his wrist and tapped for Fischer, talking immediately.
“Can you see anyone in the area Captain?”
“Negative.” Fischer said in a quiet monotone from the hill above them. “Jaffa vibe again?”
“Possibly. Something is amiss here certainly.”
He peered around the area, but could tell nothing.
“We should leave, now. Captain, ready your men, we're heading back to the gate.”
Carefully Il'kar, his two Jaffa and Grupter headed back up the hill, weapon's at the ready, but they reached Fischer and the others without incident and the group gathered together for the trip back to the gate.
Then Loo'tesh ran into an energy barrier, his black armor mostly cushioning the blow as he staggered back.
“Drop your weapons!” Came a voice from outside the barrier, echoing almost like a Goa'uld.
All the troops swung their guns around, looking for targets, two of the Waffen SS stormtroopers dropping the the ground with their MR-12's, covering front and rear.
“I said, drop your weapons!” The voice said again, and to punctuate it the familiar shrill crackle of a Zat'Nik'Tel blast came, the blast striking Loo'tesh, stunning him, his body tumbling to the brush covered ground. “I won't ask again. As you can see, I can shoot you, but you cannot shoot me.”
A figure stepped out from the shadows ahead, a rifle and Zat'Nik'Tel both pointed at them. Fischer pulled a grenade from his belt with a grin but Il'kar grasped his wrist before the Captain could throw it. When Fischer turned to him he shook his head 'No'. He nodded to Grupter who held up a scanner.
“Level 7 shield, full coverage dome, non-velocity limited. Sorry, no grenades sir.” Grupter said sadly. “And I don't think we have the firepower to batter it down.”
“So....” the voice said again.
Reluctantly Il'kar motioned his men to put their guns down.
“Stand away from them.” The voice said, and the Reich troops stepped back, Grupter helping the stunned Loo'tesh stagger with them, seeing the shield shrink, visibly rippling as it skipped over the dropped weapons, still surrounding Il'kar's men.
The man stepped forwards, wearing an unfamiliar suit of armor, though definitely looking Goa'uld in origin, with a face mask.
“Well well, seems I've finally caught the famous first strike group of the Reich.” The man said as he tucked the weapons in a sack and threw it over his shoulder, then waved at them as the shield dropped. “Don't do anything foolish. This is a rapid fire Phase pulse eradication rod, easily capable of dropping all of you in one salvo. Don't test me.”
“And who is it we are not testing?” Il'kar said, frowning fiercely at the intruder.
“My name is Aris Boch, bounty hunter. Perhaps you've heard of me?”
Il'kar and Fischer glanced at each other, shrugging.
“No.” They said in unison.
“Really, well, it hardly matters. Walk, that way!” Aris said, waving his weapon. Sullenly the two teams of troops were escorted by Aris back towards the ship.
Grupter raised an eyebrow and nodded very faintly to Aris, but Il'kar shook his head imperceptibly. Now was not the time. They had holdout weapons, but it was doubtful they could draw, come to bear on Aris and fire before he killed most, if not all of them. For now they would have to do as Aris wanted.