Stargate Defense - season one

Chapter Two

Malachy looked around as Rodney led them down the corridors. "This looks like something out of a sci-fi movie."

"Yes, well, it did come from an ancient highly advanced race of beings. Did you expect something from Star Trek circa the 70s?"

"No, I actually didn't know what to expect. It wasn't as if we were given a full explanation. I'm still trying to get past traveling to other worlds through a big metal ring."

"It's great. Ish," he muttered.

"That was a ringing endorsement," Leonore commented.

"The Stargate makes travel possible by connecting two points in space through a wormhole. Do you know how wormhole travel works?" He didn't wait for an answer. "It breaks you up into tiny pieces and sends you through the wormhole, then reassembles you at the other end. I understand how that works and what it means and it's disturbing to say the least."

"But you've done it?" she asked.

"Yes, of course, many times. I survived, despite all of that. Right, this is the chair. So, sit."

"Sit and do what?" Leonore asked him.

He grumbled and gestured to the chair. "There is a gene that only the Ancients carry. They developed their technology so that only those with the gene can operate certain pieces of tech. It is now standard procedure to test all SG personnel for the gene. So, I repeat, sit in the chair."

"And I repeat, do what?" she asked him.

He flapped an arm at the chair. "Sit in it and see if you can activate it, Miss. Smarty Pants!"

"Fine." Leonore walked over to the chair.

"Whoa, hold on, I'm the commander of the team, shouldn't I go first?" Mal asked.

"Who cares who goes first?" Leonore scowled at him.

"I don't know, but I feel as if I should go first," Malachy argued.

"You're the new commander of SG-1, what are you, twelve?" Rodney asked him.

"I'm a Colonel in the Air Force, that makes me older than twelve, don't you think?" Malachy snapped.

"Touchy. Just go sit in the chair."

Malachy stepped past Leonore and sat in the chair. "Now what? Is there like a switch I need to flip?"

Rodney rolled his eyes. "No, concentrate on our place in the universe."

Malachy closed his eyes and his nose scrunched. After several minutes he cracked an eye open. "Well?"

"You don't have the gene. Get out, go on, out!" He shooed Malachy out of the chair.

Leonore sat and closed her eyes, after a moment the chair lit up and a map of the universe appeared around them.

"You have the gene, goody for you. Right, next!"

Evander took a seat and after a moment was forced to give up his efforts. "Darn, I was hoping I'd have the gene."

"Good, great, perfect. So one of you has it, happy day. Let's get you back to Sam so you can get out of my hair and I can get back to my real job."

"Dr. McKay, I had a question about this schematic before you leave."

"Oliver? What the hell are you doing here?" Leonore screeched.

He looked over at Leonore. "What are you doing here?"

She waved an arm at him. "I asked first! This is your top secret job that you won't talk about?"

"Uh, yeah ..."