Through the ruins of building and green mist suspended in the air, shots of energy flew through the air. A child sized humanoid in a mask with heavy lead lined clothe jumped and ducked through debris as more shots continued overhead. As the child looked back, it saw the snake headed Jaffa warriors pointing their staff at him yelling in an unknown language. The child tripped on some concrete, landing hard as his breath left his lungs. The Jaffa stood over him, pointing their staff at his head. The boy begged and pleaded to be spare only to be met with death.
The 2 Jaffa turned away as the boy lay motionless on the ground. They did not speak as they trained their weapons on the nearby ruins. Neither spoke nor seemed to relax when an energy round hit one of the Jaffa in the back falling dead. The other spun in the direction of the shot only to be met with his own death. Silence fell over the dead street when, from the mist, he appeared a strangely armored man with a strange rifle on hand.
The breathing of his built-in respirator was the only sound as he approached the bodies. Stepping over the Jaffa, he kneeled down to the boy picking him up. Stepping silently back into the mist more, Jaffa appeared investigating the scene only to find nothing. From the direction of where the man went, a small metal ball was thrown back. The Jaffa pointed their staff at it only to fall dead on the ground after bolts of electricity coursed through their bodies.
He walked in silence as he carried the dead body. No sound beside the echo of boots upon crumbling concrete was made. After hours, he arrived at a shimmering wall. He passed through as the scenery changed from the empty ruins filled with nothing. He was greeted by partially grown forest overtaking ruined buildings. He walked over to a pile of logs, setting the body on top before pulling off his mask. His face revealed light skin with blue eyes and blonde hair. He took off his jacket and pulled a book from one of the pockets and read aloud.
"From Tarra we come. Far away is our ancestral home. Generation after generation has grown here, on Solaya, yet in our hearts, we know that we do not belong here truly. Through fire and blood did we claw our way out of the grasp of tyrannical God. Through faith and love, did we thrive. Through death, do we return home to our long-lost family. May the ancestral warriors protect and guide your soul back, young one." He closed the book and set it to the side before grabbing an already lit torch and set the logs aflame. He stood silently as the ashes rose from the pyre rising to the sky passing through the roof of the shield. He then bowed his head and turned around to his dwelling. He looked at the strange machine that had come through the gateway a day ago.
"What the heck is this thing?" He tinkered more on it as a sudden flash blinded him slightly. it reminded him of how his father took pictures with his old device before it broke. He grimaced slightly before throwing his hands up and looking around at his home. Badly repaired couch and a slightly damaged table were off to his right as his somehow still comfortable sleeping cot was sill folded up against the wall on his left. The bulkhead to his dwelling stayed open to let in natural light for he did not know when his generator would finally give out on him. on the back wall lay a work bench with a projection of the surrounding area of the city with red dots all around moving but never getting any closer to the center of the map. He gave a soft smile before turning around and exiting the dwelling.
He exited and looked at the nearly finished burning pyre and grabbed his helmet and book. His gaze turned towards the gateway. he still was mesmerized by how it glowed and spun every time it opened. Walking back into his dwelling he bowed his head towards the ashes before shutting the bulkhead door and shutting it for the night. He walked over to a closet putting his armor in as he heard a small motor sound caught his attention and looked over at the machine before going over and throwing a blanket over the machine then heading to bed.
-------Back on earth------
"So, this was the first thing that the probe took a picture of?" General George S. Hammond asked as the team of researchers showed the picture of the man burning the body outside of what was deemed a bunker of sorts. The probe took pictures of the events that had just transpired. He watched as the last picture sent of a close-up picture of the man.
"Is he a Goa'uld or a random human who got lucky with who his ancestors were?" General Hammond asked as the Stargate started to spin open. After so many times he's become use to the rumbling and shaking.
"We truly can't tell but from what is here it seems as if they are mostly alone." The scientist explained. "From what we have seen present, it's clear that they at one point were highly advanced. might have even been an offshoot of possible Greek or Viking due to what he did with the dead body but that is pure speculation." the general looked over at the glass down to the stargate to see SG3 returning. He stroked his chin looking down as he contemplated everything about the new information given to him. Initial scans showed a highly stable environment on planet PZA-241. But with how the outfit of the person gave him pause. it was obvious that the planet had dangers, but what they were was unknown for the moment.
"Alright were going to wait for a few more readings and observe him more before making a decision on contact." The general said as the scientist nodded and walk away as he then left as well to debrief the team that just returned.
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A rangers duty (Satrgate SG1)
ФанфикThe Gao'uld have brought many different peoples of earth to the stars long ago. one Goa'uld was overthrown by his Jaffa. after which they used their technology to build up their society but not in time. a rival had heard of this uprising and destroy...