Summary: Jack O'Neill is zatted with out the usual consequences, how will he adapted to these changes, and how will every one else at the SGC deal with these differences.
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Running back towards the relative safety of the startgate, the flash and burn of staff weapon and zats blasts followed the members of SG1.
One reaches the DHD and hurriedly enters the seven symbol address to take them to the safety of earth and home. A GDO is used to send the signal for the iris to be opened.
Three members of the team reached the cover provided around the DHD and stargate. The fourth had not yet reached this safety when a zat blast hits the back of the exposed head and then to the dismay of others a second blast hits no more than a second later.
Horrified the remaining three knew that no one could survive two consecutive shots from a zat and live.
The remaining members of SG1 escaped through the stargate having been forced to leave their fallen comrade behind due to the large number of jaffe that threatened to overcome them.
"Where's Colonel O'Neill." Yelled General Hammond. "Close the IRIS." He continued after looking at the grief stricken faces of the human members of SG1.
"George Jacks dead."
"O'Neill took two zat blast almost simultaneously to the head."
"Sir permission to return and retrieve the Colonel."
"Permission denied." Two startled looks and a stoic glance where sent his way. General Hammond took a steadying breath, "We will activate the stargate and see if the MALP is functioning and if the jaffe are not waiting in ambush."
"No I wont lose anymore people Major Carter." Hammond firmly stated "SG1 report to the infirmary and debrief in an hour."
Back on the planet the bodies of the dead jaffe and the lone colonel lay where they had fallen. The enemy jaffe had not waited when SG1 had left they returned to there own planet. The eerie silence of the dead was suddenly shattered by the stargate rumbling into life.
A group of men stepped thru the shimmering light and surveyed the carnage and devastation that surrounded the area in front of the stargate.
"The evil ones have been here." One stated as they examined some of the jaffe corpses.
One of the men noticed the body of the colonel, he motioned the others over and they all gathered around it.
"A stranger, he must have battled with the evil ones."
A groan and the brown eyes struggled to open and focus on the audience gathered around him.
"Who are you?" still struggling to properly focus on the men surrounding him.
"I am Striker of the Nexian Federation." The leader answered the question and the posed his own. " Who are you?"
Confusion and dismay showed on the now paling face, struggling to stay conscious, he managed to get out before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and consciousness was lost.
"I don't know."