A/N: This was the first time I wrote a Stargate SG1 story, but I had so much fun crossing it over with Naruto and creating this world. This story is the first in a trilogy, so I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter One: What is Right?

"We shouldn't have done this," one man whispered to the other. "This isn't right."

"We're going to be paid hugely for this, who cares about whether it's right or wrong?" the other replied.

"But they are going to find out," the first man said. "You saw the readings; you know that their minds are undamaged. They will want to return to their world and we can't stop them."

"By that time they'll be out of our hands," the other dismissed.

"But they are coming back again before they will be fetched and we have promised to show the labs off; there's no way we can hide them," the first said.

"We're using the labs that no one ever uses, there's no way that they will be shown it. Besides, we can as that they be picked up before they arrive again," the other shrugged.

"You'll never believed what just happened!" a junior lab assistant called out as he entered the main lab. "They caught a spy in our ranks! Can you believe that this guy was promising to deliver SG1 to the Ori?"

"What?" the first man blurted out. "What happened?"

"They caught him talking to the Ori Priors and now he's in interrogation," the lab monitor continued, taking no real notice of the expressions on the two's faces. "They say that SG1 is coming back ahead of schedule to help us deal with all of this."

"That's good, now if you would excuse us, I think we need to go do some things to prepare for their arrival," the first man numbly said. He left the room in a daze, the second following after him.

"They're sure to discover us now," the first man said as he rushed down the hall. He reached the end of the corridor and punched in a code to unlock the door.

"We'll have to get rid of them somehow," the second man calmly said. He strode up to the nine columns in the middle of the room and looked at them. "They are still connected to the machines, so we could simply enter the kill code."

"Wait," the first man blurted out as the second man touched the console. "I can't let you do that."

"What's the problem? We have to get rid of them, do we not?" the second man asked.

"But not like that," the first man said. "It's not right."

"We were handing them over to the Ori and you didn't have a problem with that," the second man scathingly replied. "Did you really think that the Ori would have treated them to cookies and milk?"

"That's different," the first man stubbornly said.

"Not really, it's just out of our hands, which is really why you have a problem with killing them now," the second man replied.

The first man cast his eyes around for support. They landed on a device hidden in the corner of the room. "We'll send them through that," he said, jabbing his finger at the device.

"Still a coward's way, but at least there won't be any bodies to take care of," the second man decided. "You get the thing up and running and I'll take care of the bodies."

"Right," the first man said. He hurried over to the device in the corner. He lugged it out to the center of the room and carefully turned it on. "What world should I set it to?"

"Somewhere that we've never been. Just pick a random world," the second man replied. He had been busy while the first had fetched the device. The liquid that had been holding the bodies up in the tubes had been drained, leaving the nine of them slumped on the floor of the tubes.

The second man opened a random tube and dragged the body out. He made his way over to where the first man was studying a world through the glass mirror. The second man dropped the body to the floor and studied the world as well. "Looks good. Now help me with the rest of them."

"What about the Entropic Cascade Failure?" the first man asked as he followed the second man back to the tubes. "We don't know what its affect are on worlds that are father back in the branching line. What if it's stronger and we're killing them?"

"That's what we want to happen, ultimately," the second man replied as he dropped another body in front of the mirror. He frowned in thought as he went back to the tubes. "However, I think it's a good chance that the failure will be slight, if it even happens at all."

"How do you mean?" the first man asked as he put down the firth body beside the others.

"Think about it, most of the data we got from that thing was from the alternate universes closest to ours. The same with what we've been able to get from the Tau'ri. We really have no idea what it will be like in those worlds farthest from us," the second man lectured as he continued to carry a body across the lab. "We have no idea when they split from our world, so we have no idea if the universe will even react to them."

"They might not have any doubles," the first man realized. "They might just live."

"Or the universe might not accept them at all and they'll spontaneously combust as soon as they get to the other side," the second man said as he dropped the last body on top of another. "Which is why I suggest that we do not go across ourselves. Just touch them to the mirror and let them go."

"Right," the first man muttered.

They sent the first body across and then waited to watch what happened to it. The body slumped to the ground on the other side, but nothing else happened.

"Okay, let's send the rest of them through," the second man said, already lifting another body.

The rest of the bodies went through as easily as the first, until there was a whole pile on the other side of the mirror. The second man paused before turning the mirror off. "It's a shame," he finally remarked.

"Are you talking about the fact that they will have to build new lives for themselves on an alien planet?" The first man asked, "Or are you talking about how we're not going to get paid for this?"

"Neither, although the second one is a shame," the second man replied. "But, no, I think it's a shame that we didn't get to study them further. We never did figure out why the Tau'ri finished as adolescence with adult minds instead of how our clones normally end up. Oh well," the second man shrugged, "when all of this blows over, we can always try again."

With that, the man spun the dial on the mirror's control device. The world that the clones had been dumped on flickered out of sight before the mirror went blank. The second man went back to the computer console, waving a hand at the first man. "Put that thing away again while I start the cleaning sequence on the tubes."

"I hope that they make it," the first man murmured to himself as he started to lug the device back to the corner. "And I hope that we don't get caught."