fic: First Strike

[Wingless Flyer]

Hey guys..

Well, heres my first Fan Fic, I intend to make this the start of a series of stories involving a new SG team. About whom I will post more information shortly (once I've worked it all out )

This may seem a little a dull to begin with, but I had to set the scene, it will get much more exciting soon in coming instalments

I hope you enjoy, any comments are gratefully accepted (be gentle )

(sorry about the lack of visable paragraphs, I put them in but it looks the board the system has done away with them, sorry )


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Title- First Strike - Part 1
Author- Wingless Flyer
E-mail – winglessf@aol.com
Category- Alternative SG team
Archive – none as of yet
Season - 5-6,
Spoilers –none whatsoever
Rating - G
Content Warning- Nothing really
Summary- The beginning of a series of stories involving a new SG team
Disclaimer Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.

First Strike Part 1

The morning dew rested softly over the green landscape, the new light shinning delicately over the hills and restful forests, the birds chirped their morning song as the landscape awoke to a new day.
A warm and gentle wind blew across the face of the young man who lay peaceful in uninterrupted sleep. In the next room his Mother was awake preparing the first meal of the day of her family, arranging the wooden plates and serving out the bread and butter, prepared a short time before. The sound of heavy footsteps announced the awakening of the eldest in the house, the boy’s father. He wondered meekly into the kitchen space and bid his wife good morning, life indeed seemed good.
Hurried steps raced into the room, belonging to the boy’s sister, she dashed to her father leaping up to him.
“Good morning father”
“Good morning princess, did you sleep well?”
“Oh yes father, it was a most peaceful night” the young girl relinquished her grip on her father and sat down at the table, waiting patiently for her meal.
Her mother finished dishing out the food, filling glasses of fresh water from the well, she called in to her son to awake him for his breakfast.
“Dear, breakfast is ready!”
The young man opened his eyes slowly to the new morning, the warm sunlight spread across his face, illuminating him and welcoming him into the world of the waking. The young man flung his legs slowly over the side of the bed, where upon he pulled on his tunic and wondered into the kitchen space. He could see his family sitting awake awaiting him to arrive at the table; it was a good sight to behold at the start of a new day.
“Good morning dear, I trust you slept well,” said his Mother as she began at her and fresh bread and butter.
“Yes thank you” he replied still groggy from just rising. He sat down at the table and began to chew at his breakfast.
“Don’t forget I will need your help in the fields today boy, so no wondering off with those friends of yours from the town” announced his Father as he eat his bread.
“Oh Father, we were planning to take a trip down to the Shirkmire valley today and down to the river”
“I am sorry son, but this is the only good season we’ve had for nearly two years, we need to get what we can done before this season ends”
“Fine, but perhaps I could have sometime off?” continued the boy.
“We’ll see, now eat up, you’ve got a long day ahead of you”.
And with that the conversation ended, the family continued with their breakfast whilst the other family members discussed their plans for the day.
By late Morning the boy had been working hard in the fields for hours, using the sickle to cut down the wheat and pull it up in the large cart, it was hard work, but it was necessary, maybe one day he thought, his father would employ some farm hands to do this work, the towns people were always complaining about a lack of employment.
The boy sat down on a small mound of earth next to the field where he had been working, he was sweating profusely and his arms and back ached. His mat of brown hair stuck to his pale face, his cloths were damp. Oh what a joy it would be now to be swimming in the Shirkmire River. The warm and gentle breeze wafted across him providing a small relief from the summer heat, if just for a few seconds.
In the distance he could hear laughing, the echoes of children, perhaps his age playing and laughing, how he longed to be with them. He closed his eyes; he let the breeze flow over his flesh as he listened to the voices, which seemed to be getting closer, he looked up to see his friends from the town approaching, they ran and skipped toward him, they were indeed a welcomed site.
“Good morning!” The tallest of the children announced, a boy by the name of Sheltif.
“Hello! Sheltif, it is good to see you, what brings you here?” announced the boy who had arisen from his seat on the mount of earth.
“We’ve come to fetch you, silly!” said the only girl of the group, Shi’re, the sister of Shletif, who had long jet-black hair and tanned skin.
“So what do you want to do? Go up to those caves and explore?” said the second boy, a shorter and rather chubby boy by the name of Mel’tek; he had fairer hair then the rest and pale, almost white skin.
“I am afraid I cannot, my Father has me working out in the fields today” replied the boy.
“Awe, c’mon, it’ll be fun!”
“Yeah, we’ll go swimming, climbing and exploring!”
“Please?”
“Go on, I have that boy coming from the town later, I can manage until he gets here” came the voice of the boy’s Father.
The boy turned around to see his father standing behind him leaning on a shovel. He too was wet with sweat and his dark hair clung to his head.
“Oh, thank you father!!” and with that the children rushed off toward the river.
The Shirkmire valley was a lush and rich place, trees of all sizes grew and sprouting out of the ground, all types of wildlife called it home. The steepest areas had cliffs, thought to hide ancient treasures and secrets, according to legend, and this was where the children where headed.
Down the shallow sides of the valley, closest to the town and the farm, through the under-growth of trees the children raced and danced and played, down to the river where the stepping stones could be found. That was always fun, trying not to fall in, five boulders a few feet apart and you were across.
Mel’tek always found this a struggle as his short legs could not carry him far enough in a jump and often he found himself in the water, to the great amusement of the others. Once they had crossed the river they had to find a path up to the cliffs, this was also tricky, for it could get quite steep, Mel’tek found this to a struggle with assistance he too would make his way to the top, like they had done before last summer, but they had not dared to carry on further into the caves, but this year they would, they were braver this time.
The boy stood at the plateau, the entrance to the largest of the caves, its mouth spread like that of a giant beast, a good twelve feet shooting up the cliff face.
“Give me hand, I can’t get over this last little bit” came the sound of Mel’tek’s voice, below them still on the cliff side, and sounding worn out.
Shletif and the boy leaned over the side and lent Mel’tek a helping hand, pulling him slowly over onto the plateau, ending with all three collapsed on the floor from the exhaustion of the task.
A few moments passed as they regained their strength and rose again to face the towering beast that lay before them.
“Looks mighty dark in there” said Mel’tek, looking in awe toward the cave mouth.
“It’ll be fine, not scared are you?” mocked Shi’re toward Mel’tek
“No, of course I am not, ready?” declared Mel’tek, trying to hide his fear
“Lets go”
“Sure”
“I am ready” and with that the four set of slowly into the cave mouth.
Their footsteps echoed on the hard stone floor, the walls seemed pair at first, nothing but rock, but as they approached they noticed little pictures on the walls, lions, birds, flowers, shapes and all sort of symbols in neat little rows.
As they walked a little further a sudden out burst of light appeared and stayed on, illuminating the whole cavern, they could see the symbols much better now and they could also see the walls were coloured gold, but it was much worn with the passage of time. As they advanced through the cave it split into two passageways, one to the left and one to the right.
“Which one?” Asked the boy who was still in amazement of all the markings he saw on the walls, and of the abundance of gold everywhere.
“Right” said Mel’tek
“No left” replied Shletif.
“I have an idea, we’ll split up” said Shi’re, the voice of reason.
“No, what if we run into something or lose each other?” said the boy.
“Fine then, I say right,” said Shi’re
“Right it is then” conceded the boy,
Mel’tek followed them on and reluctantly Shletif followed to, not at all pleased they had chosen right.
They found themselves in a narrow passageway, lined with the same symbols they had seen before, but now the gold was much better preserved, it glimmered in the light and was a most impressive sight. At the end of the passage they found a large room, decorated with the same golden walls with the same golden symbols, but there was something else in this room.
Closest to them sat a large round platform, on which were many symbols different to those one the wall and not as highly decorated, they spanned the whole surface of the platform and in the centre lay a large, circular red crystal.
“What is that?” asked Shi’re, as much to herself as to her companions.
“I, I don’t know” said the boy.
Mel’tek pointed toward the back of the room, and there, sat upon a large dais with stone steps leading to the top, lay a massive round object far larger then ten foot tall. It had an inner lining of symbols, not like those on the walls, but like the ones on the platform that they now stood beside. Equally spaced around the circular object were nine triangular features with red crystals inset to their centres. The object sat vertically, towering above them.
“That is amazing, I have seen anything like that before!” Exclaimed Shletif.
“This must be the lost treasures, like the wise men said!” cheered Mel’tek “we’ll be famous!”
The children danced and cheered for a good few minutes before the object started to move. The ground shook violently, the inner symbols began to spin, it stopped, and the top most triangular features lit up and harshly swept downwards, ending in a the sound of a giant lock crashing closed.
The children looked at each other terror, fleeing the scene as fast as they possibly could, they did not know what they just saw, but they did not want to see anymore. They tore down the hillside, not taking any care or notice of the dangers; they leapt onto the standing stones, hoping over them as fast as they could, this time Mel’tek had no trouble getting across. They ran up the other side of valley, the could still feel the ground shaking under them, but it stopped as suddenly as it had started, the children however did not stop until they had returned to the farm.
The four of them sat behind the house, collecting their breaths and waiting for someone to say something, anything.
“Should we tell them?” Said Mel’tek finally.
“Tell who?” asked Shletif
“The grown ups, this could be important” replied Mel’tek.
“No, we can’t!” exclaimed Shi’re, with urgency in her voice.
“And why not?” asked the boy.
“Because if something has happened and they find out we were there then we could get into a lot of trouble” explained Shi’re
“Yeah, and our parents would not be pleased if they found out we were playing up by the cliffs” added Mel’tek
“I see what you mean, yes, we should keep this to ourselves,” said the boy.
“I agree, everyone else?” asked Sheltif
They all nodded their agreements, and sat in silence for many moments before making their excuses and departing from one another, leaving the boy behind the house, still not calmed down from the events in the cave. He lifted himself and decided to return to work, his Father would be pleased to have an extra pair of hands on the farm, and it might let him forget the events in the cave, if just for a short while.
As sun set approached the boy settled down to his dinner that his mother had prepared for the family, his sister sat at the wooden table, enjoying the roasted pig, and with a smile on her face that never seemed to disappear, his father sat gnawing away after a long hard day in the farm, whilst his mother ate and told them about her day and making general conversation.
The boy was did not feel overly hungry, but made an attempt none the less. The events in the cave were playing in his mind and he could not shake them, what had they found and what had happened in there? Maybe he’d never know.
“So dear how was your day, I hear you went down to the valley with your friends, did you have fun?” said his Mother, interrupting his thoughts.
“Oh yes, it was very, fun, we swam and climbed trees,” he said, trying to make his lie sound plausible.
“I hope you didn’t go up to those cliffs boy, they are a death trap,” said the boys Father who had stopped chewing for a few seconds.
“Oh no, never, we’d never go up to the cliffs, never” he said, trying to keep the panic from his voice.
“Good, I knew I could trust you son,” replied the boy’s Father.
The boy sat at the table of an hour more and made his excuses to retire to bed, not that it was likely he would get any sleep.
The boy tossed and turned throughout the night, still playing threw the events, what had they found? The boy sat on the edge of his bed, giving up at his attempts at rest, perhaps a drink would help, he thought.
The wooden floor cricked noisily under his feet, he open the door carefully and quietly. The grass felt soft under his bare feet, the warm summer night breeze blew threw his hair as he took a scoop of water from the well.
As he drank he looked about, everything seemed so different at night, even the old shed, as he turned toward the town he saw something in the sky, a powerful light seemed to be descending upon the town, within seconds the light became blinding and a wind like that of a tempest blew past him, trees bent in its path, windows and doors slammed close, and the boy stood in awe at this light, which now seemed to be that of a pyramid shape.
He heard muffled noises from inside the house, as his father shot out from behind the wooden door.
“What is going on?” he shouted to be heard over the wind.
The boy simply glanced at him and looked back toward the town, at the pyramid shaped light.First Strike

[imported_Sandman]

Well you definitely have something going here.

Very descriptive. I especially liked how the children reacted to the discovery of the stargate and its activation.

I will be eagerly awaiting further installments.:rolly2: