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AU/SG1/DW: The last address of the Stargate opened on a depressing, dim world full with nothing but graves and tombstones where four SG teams already disappeared without a trace. SG1 embarks to find them only to witness the opening of one tomb that holds the greatest of all secrets in the universe.

- end of season 7 DW

The Tomb of the Doctor

Chapter 1

General Hank Landry paced angrily in the control room. His bad mood came from the lack of contact with four SG teams.

"Walter, dial it again." He said barely containing himself.

Sergeant Walter Harriman dully obeyed his commanding officer. The gate, this circular shaped device with concentric rings and alien symbols on it, turned and the seven symbols lit up. The wormhole formed with a fizzing whoosh and stilled in a calm puddle.

"SG8, 9, 10 and 12, please acknowledge." Walter mechanically said in the transmitter but only static replied. "Colonel Beranger, Major Daniels, Captain Beans, Colonel Mains, please respond. This is Sierra Golf Charlie." And again the static replied. Walter turned to the general. "I'm sorry, sir. There is nothing."

"Darn it!" General Landry exclaimed loudly. "Send another MALP and find them." And he stormed out.

Walter disengaged the wormhole and ordered a MALP into the disembarkation room. The MALP ready, he redialed the gate. The little machine climbed the ramp leading to the Stargate and crossed the event horizon. Seconds later it appeared on the other side and activated its sensors. A clean picture appeared on the monitors.

'What a dismal place,' Walter thought seeing the images.

It was dark and depressing. There were tombs, graves and gravestones as far as the eye could see. There was the occasional lightning shedding some light to this place. Looking up, there were hills and even mountains filled with graves and tombs. It was a really depressing place. There were of course stars in the night sky making the dismal view a bit more normal but that was all.

Anywhere, near and around the DHD and the Stargate, there was nothing. There was no trace of the SG teams. It was as though they had vanished. Walter directed the MALP up one of the hills. Reaching the top he repeated the hail hoping the higher altitude would help the signal to cover a greater area. But there was nothing again.

"Did you find anything?" General Landry having calmed down asked standing on the bottom steps of the winded staircase.

"I'm sorry, sir. There is no trace of them anywhere near and around the gate." Walter shook head.

"Is there any sign of the other MALPs?"

"No, sir,"

General Landry exhaled with deep frustration. This address was the last in their database and he had hoped they would find something of the Ancients. But instead he lost four teams and apparently there was no trace of them. He warned them to keep in contact but do they ever listen to him, Nah.

"Alright, shut it down." General Landry commanded. "Get in touch with SG1 and recall them home."

"Yes, sir," Walter said and obeyed the order.

General Landry climbed the stairs and walked into his office where he sat heavily on his chair behind the desk. He buried his face in his hands then he pulled himself up. Nothing is lost, not yet. Anything can get found again. His teams went missing sixteen hours ago but there is still hope.

He looked at the files before him but his focus wavered. His thoughts were with his missing teams. He hated losing teams. Replacing them was harder now too. It takes time to train new people and though the Air Force provides every year it is still difficult. The essential problem was qualified people, qualified leaders.

These four teams had very capable leaders but sometimes even the best fail. It all depends on the place one falls at. He remembered the times SG1 went missing and they certainly held the record. Of course they were the lead team but still. He had many sleepless nights with them. It brought a smile to his face and hope returned in full force.

Walter stopped by to tell him he made contact with Colonel Mitchell. SG1 will return tomorrow morning. They were on a mission to expose Lucian Alliance's bases in the upper right corner of the galaxy. Intelligence had suggested possible alliance activity and so the IOA and the SGC sent the best.

He also needed to tell General O'Neill of Home World Command. Jack O'Neill, the man practically bounced around despite his advancing age. He would often mention his wish to leave everything behind and buy a little lake house or a boat and go on fishing trips with cans of beer in hand. General Hank Landry shook head and rolled eyes trying to picture the good general with fishing rod in hand, the cooler with the beer, and a pile of fishes.

General Landry picked up the phone and dialed for HWC.

"General O'Neill, please," He said. The operator told him to wait and so he waited. "Jack,"

"Hank," General O'Neill replied.

"We lost four teams. Well, they went missing sixteen hours ago."

"Oh, at the last address?" General O'Neill asked. "No Ancients' stashes, I'd take it?"

"No, there is nothing there. It is a dismal place. There is nothing but graves."

"Graves?"

"Yes, graves, tombs, stones, dust, ash, these kinds of things,"

"Ah, lovely vacation's spot," General O'Neill remarked with his usual unusual humor.

"Hardly,"

"What steps have you taken?"

"I've sent for SG1."

"Ah, good," General O'Neill said. "It falls nicely."

"How's that?"

"I shall swing by the barn tomorrow. We have to discuss the new battle ships anyway."

"Alright, the usual time,"

"Sure, see you tomorrow."

'Vacation's spot,' Hank Landry shook slightly head. Only O'Neill can come up with something like that. He, personally, would ever hardly call a graveyard a lovely spot. But of course he knew the general was not serious. It was one of his difficult to get jokes or inappropriately placed humor designed to ease tension and Hank appreciated it. ahe knew

Now, for him, it was time he turned his focus back to work. He had many files to view, review and reports to write. The general's work is never done. Every day issue in the SGC addressed different aspects of operation – electrical bills (that was in the billion figures), scheduled training sessions (on base and offworld), the mess hall's menus (to keep the base staff well fed and in perfect form), research (he had to listen to different proposals of the geek squad about some alien tech they came across or others now in full development for improving battle conditions, ammo, weapons, food, clothes, etc), cleaning (well someone had to deal with neatness on the base), supplies (whether food, drinks, paper, computers, ammo, weapons and other little things), and missions (sending teams to explore or survey).

Every day was a challenge with its own burdens. But General Hank Landry enjoyed it immensely. This post was unlike any other he had before. He always felt like running a small colony than an actual military base. There was something new all the time. The SGC was the frontier base. Of course in his duties he had dealings with other departments and politicians, appropriation committees, and other rather unpleasant bureaucratic and administrative things.

His day ended and he returned to his cabin in Colorado Springs where he got to the fridge and took out a beer and sat outside to enjoy the twilight of the day. It was the end of a day full of tension and worry. There was also something else. He could not describe it. It was a sort of feeling, a gut feeling for some undefined storm on the horizon. It happened every time someone went missing. His gut feeling was never wrong though he held the hope he was.

The next day, bright and early, he was at work. He arrived in his office and Walter stood there already with a cup of coffee in his hand that he handed him and a new pile of files. General Landry sat on his chair and the cup down on the desk. He gestured Walter to dive in.

Today's agenda was full with tasks but his mind dwelled on his missing teams. They were overdue already twenty-six hours. Walter informed there was still no contact with them. He also told him SG1 would return within the hour.

There was a knock on the door and Hank looked up. It was General O'Neill. He entered and sat opposite him.

"Good morning campers," He saluted. "Walter,"

"General O'Neill, sir,"

"Walter, would you excuse us?" Hank said. Walter nodded. "Oh, and bring another cup of coffee, will you?"

"Yes, sir,"

"Thank you, Walter."

Hank took a sip from his steaming cup. He closed eyes for a moment and then opened them. He took the files and took a quick peek. Yes, there was a lot of work for today. But for now it had to wait.

"New battle ships?" He looked at General O'Neill.

"Yes, the geeks and their toys," General O'Neill replied with a wide smile. "The first prototypes will hit the market in four months – F308. We based them on the Ancients' design. They are bigger with meaner arsenal and well have lovelier look."

"The IOA doesn't object the cost for these things?"

"They do actually but recent Lucian Alliance incursions got them convinced we need to throw a meaner punch." General O'Neill said. He then jumped off his chair and approached the glass window separating the office from the briefing room. His voice was now serious and with no trace of jokes. "We lost too many ships lately. It was mostly sabotage. So the geeks came up with new designs.

The F308 is a different beast. It will have both research and military platform. True, they do cost more to build but they will also be a tougher nut. We allowed them to win too many times, Hank. It is time we reciprocated."

"I heard about the F309 too." Hank interjected.

"Yes, those would be my favorites. Those we based on the Asgard ships. Beautiful lines and adequate in every aspect, they are the crown jewel. We also made contact with the Pegasus Asgards. They agreed to help us build them."

"And the world will learn when?"

"I don't know. The IOA is stalling again." General O'Neill said and returned to his seat. "A year, maybe two, I don't know. I suppose it depends on how fast we deal with the Lucian Alliance. They are still a threat."

"There will be always threats, Jack."

"I know but this one is a bit more immediate." General O'Neill sat. "So what happened on that address?"

"I wish I knew. Did you review the files we sent?"

"Yeah, I did." He replied. "I agree it is a dismal place. But I doubt the entire planet looks like that. I mean if it is in the database the Ancients had seen something worth of it."

"I don't know. We will find out."

"You know I think it best we send SG1 along with at least four other teams." General O'Neill said thoughtfully. "And keep the gate permanently open – well every thirty minutes or so."

"No," General Hank Landry said. "We can't Jack. If we do we would have to divert all other traffic to the Alpha site."

"Then we do. We can't afford to lose teams."

General Landry exhaled heavily as O'Neill raised a valid point. Lately they lost much and they could truly not afford losing anymore. "Alright, we will send SG1, 3, 5 and 14."

"You know they had good commanders – 3 and 5 I mean."

"I know." General Landry sighed. "But the new ones will do fine too."

"They'd better."

SG1 returned to base and got to the briefing room where generals O'Neill and Landry waited for them. They had prepared the briefing with all the available information on the missing teams.

"See Jackson, it is Disneyland for you." Colonel Mitchell said after the end of the briefing.

"Oh, joy," Doctor Daniel Jackson exclaimed with anything but joy. The images they saw depicted a truly dismal and depressing place. There was graves as far as the eyes could see and some miserable vegetation though the atmosphere seemed perfectly normal for breathing.

"Oh, come on, it is not that bad."

"Of course not, it is the perfect vacation's spot for some R and R." Daniel said caustically.

"It is what I said." General O'Neill said.

"Why don't you come? It will be fun." Daniel remarked.

"I might."

"You can't, General." Colonel Samantha Carter said.

"I'm a general." General O'Neill said pumping up chest looking important.

SG1 looked at each other and burst in laughter. There were times O'Neill would do something that would make anyone crack.

"Anyway, keep in touch every fifteen minutes." General O'Neill reminded. "We will leave the gate opened for its full thirty minutes."

"Thirty eight," Colonel Carter corrected him.

"Hugh? Oh, right," General O'Neill said. "Leave SG14 to guard the gate and go ahead with caution…"

"Jack," Daniel interrupted. "It is not our first trip you know."

"Yeah, I know, Daniel. But we lost too many teams as of late. I don't want to add more."

"SG1 will not let you down, sir." Colonel Mitchell said.

SG1 geared up and Walter dialed the gate. The puddle formed and with one last look SG teams 1, 3, 5 and 14 crossed through the threshold. Generals Landry and O'Neill hoped they would solve the mystery behind their missing teams and return home safely.

To be continued…

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