An Interrupted, Much-Needed Weekend

It had been a pretty routine workweek at the SGC. Routine for the SGC at least, and in the time it'd had to deal with Earth's current major alien threat , it was indeed routine. Tau'ri who didn't work with/for the US's secret Department of Homeworld Security (including the SGC) might be entirely overwhelmed briefly, to know about the exploratory/defensive organization's work.

The SGC's flagship gate-team, SG-1, had been dealing with the Ori for a while. Among their many powerful and ruthless enemies they had ever faced , the Ori seemed to be the most dangerous to face. They were the closest to having godlike powers, being ascended beings, and were completely ruthless in winning control over all the unfortunate living beings they knew to exist in the universe.

In an accident caused by SGC associate Vala Mal Doran, the Ori found out there was plenty of life teeming in the Milky-Way Galaxy. That, very unfortunately included Earth; Earth people were just so consistently lucky now, weren't they? And sometimes their luck had just kept getting better and better in short periods of time.

But, frankly, to their great credit, the SGC had managed again to ameliorate this dire situation, so they incurred no Ori-related incidents for a relatively relaxing two weeks. Through human ingenuitysome help from their allies, they'd annoyingly outwitted the Ori and their lapdog priors (former regular humans made by a ridiculously high degree of genetic tampering).

The Ori were a major thorn in the side of the USA government, Homeworld Security, SGC, and all freedom-loving peoples in the universe who had the GRAVE misfortune to ever run into these crusading fanatics. The relevant USA government secret ops and their foreign allies in the International Oversight Agency had managed to also jab thorns right into the Ori's figurative sides too. Yup, the Ori had realized that the Tauri (Earth humans) were very resilient and had become even determined to remove this bothersome thorn, preventing them from dominating the poor victimizable cultures of the milky way galaxy.

These so-called "inferior infidels" somehow managed several times to foil the Ori in their overall attempting to continue shamelessly deceiving their mortal followers, and gain newly converted victims. The Ori were getting frustrated that these mere mortals repeatedly outwitted their well trained single Orici, single Doci, Piors, and soldiers. If these dark ascended beings rested during weekends, they probably longed for weekends to take a break from hardily scheming only to have the Tau'ri involved heroically stop them, sometimes at the very last minute. And so, at least at this very point in time, the SGC found the Anti-Ori War to be proceeding manageably, and so they were going to take this predicted phase of time to prepare for encountering future difficulties, as well getting some vital r&r.

Major General Jack O' Neill felt quite exhausted, having worked more than his usual 80 hrs that week. He had eaten, showered, and slept, as well as spent all his free time on call at Cheyenne Mountain' SGC bunker. He was looking forward to chowing down lot o good wholesome junk the newly arrived OldWest Coast Buffet , then perhaps watching a bigscreen movie in his residential state of Colordao with Colonel Samantha Carter, Free Jaffa Nation /Jaffa-Tauri Liason-in-Chief Teal'c, and archaeologist/anthropologist/linguist/diplomat good ol' Danny-Boy Jackson.

Colonel Samantha Carter stuck her head into Jack O'Neill's plush office, at least plush by military standards. "Jack,you look like you'er ready to call it the end of your workday. So am I finally. I think I'm done working on everything I need to do and all the unofficial tasks I do using my spare time. "Wow, Carter", Jack said. "Imagine that. For once, Samantha Carter has no urge to work overtime at the SGC investigating advanced scientific concepts and alien inventions or inventing/tweaking her previous inventions. Are you feeling a bit strange today, Sam? A bit not your usual fun-avoiding self it would seem? " Sam only grinned knowingly with quickly raised eyebrows."

O'Neill then added "Really hoping those other two show up quickly, I'm quite impatient to finally get the hell off this confining way-below-ground-base."

Just then, they could hear Teal'c and Daniel coming down the hall, discussing whether a neutrally-minded gamer would favor the Tomb Raider/Uncharted: Drake's fortune games or the Halo/Crysis games.

Other than the two men agreeing that hard-core fans of either genre would ultimately end up favoring either genre, the two men were enthusiastically arguing away, but not agreeing at all. Teal'c had been purchasing many X-Boxes and shipping them to the Free Jaffa Nation's temporarily-relocated resistance headquarters. He figured the bored jaffa would rather like them, and it would help them experience a more similar entertainment quality to the Tau'ri. Most Jaffa had been too busy slaving away for their exploitative false-god masters over the centuries to experience such fun mediums of entertainment or to develop homegrown versions with similar functions.

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In the middle of debating video games, they heard Sgt Siler saying "Unscheduled offworld activation."

O Neil looked up in tremendous frustration at their long weekend being interrupted, stomped his foot and said, l said "[the four ancient races] superdamn them if our base alarm is sounding b/c of those power-hungry, megalomanical, galactic/universal pestilent, evilly persistent, ruthless, parasitic, energy-sapping, soul-buying, deceiving, tastelessly god-posing, overly dramatic, genocidal, brainwashing, nothing-better-to-do than committing tasteless acts of evil…. "

"It is fine to be talking in principle, but you should also keep walking conscientiously and safely O'Neill." said Teal'c smirking moderately. "You are coming the closest to meeting Daniel Jackson's unbroken record of causing casualties just walking down the corridors of this base!"

He gently taking him by the arm to move him forward in safe manner for himself and for others behind and in front of him. Sam and Daniel struggled behind them to keep up with the superhuman Jaffa.

When they got to the gateroom, O'Neill greeted Sergeant Harriman w/ a nod and quick wave and said, "Well, Walt—I'm guessing this is definitely a positive occurrence of an emergency level."

Harriman grinned with his eyes gleaming and his mouth corners upturning excitedly, nodding continously. "Oh yeah, general. You'll want to brace yourself for the exciting, positively shocking nature of this news."

O'Neill responded. "Well., the most positive I can think of is one of our SG team just found how to miraculously defeat the Ori in two minutes."

Walter Harriman "Well, not nearly that good. But not so shabby either in any way. SG2 just found some Furlings on planet SG-1's been to before, and Colonel Hinsworth just confirmed she believes undoubtedly that it is them!!!!"