The Anunnaki Unification, Book 3: A Stargate SG-1 Fan Fiction Story

by Michele Briere

  All the ships were notified and headed home to pick up personnel and supplies. Jack called the Joint Chiefs and informed the Navy that since they had been complaining about being left out, they could prepare anyone they could spare to help with the evacuations. Get IDs entered into the database immediately and the 303s would begin beaming people up as soon as they were near Earth.

  Taking advantage of the Heaven’s Bow in orbit, Jack had himself beamed home. Sam and Paul were organizing their staff as they dressed.

  “Is it bad guys, Daddy?” Davy asked, sitting worriedly on the couch.

  “No, son,” Jack assured him. “Something bad happened to a planet and we’re going to help the people.” He stripped on his way to the bedroom and picked up the BDU’s that were left on the bed for him. “Jerrie, I’m taking Sam and Daniel with me,” he called out. “Stay put, we’ll call in when we can.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Inanna’s family had already beamed up to Heaven’s Bow and begun preparations for their ship. The door to Daniel’s den opened and Michael poked his head out. He had been rummaging through Daniel’s books.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Michael, I think it’s time you got your hands dirty,” Jack informed him. “I’m drafting you.”

  “You’re what?”

  “Paul! Get Michael into a pair of my BDUs!”

  Jack shoved his brother toward the bedroom. “Jack, you can’t….!”

  “Jack, it’s Carolyn,” Jerrie said, holding the phone out. Jack took it and gave her an update. All medical staff except a peripheral staff would be going on the trip.

  “General, I’d like to take Katie with me,” Lam said.

  Jack stopped. “No -are you kidding?!”

  “I’m not kidding,” she said. “We could use her in triage. She did an excellent job with the Koreans that were transferred here. She knows by looking at people how serious their condition is. We need her.”

  “She’s a kid. I don’t think so.”

  “She’s a kid who lives in your house,” Lam pointed out. “She’s underage, so you do have the final say, but don’t think less of her because of her age. She can handle it. I’ll keep her with me.”

  Jack looked at Sam, thinking hard. He looked around and focused on a picture of Katie that was hanging on the wall. He went to it and touched it, forcing himself to center and find her. ….Scared, yet….strong. He hadn’t touched in with Katie in a while and wasn’t expecting to get the sense of belonging she was feeling.

  “Let me talk to her.”

  Katie was handed the phone.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “You are still a kid, Katherine; you are not expected to be up for something like this. Things you saw after the bombing will be minor compared to this. A chunk of planet was blown away by an asteroid, do you understand? If you decide you cannot handle it, we cannot stop to bring you home.”

  “I understand, Dad,” she said, sounding more mature than she ever had before. “Please. I want to do this. I think….I need to do this.”

  “Alright,” he sighed as Sam gave him a nod. “Go with Dr. Lam and follow every order. As a medic, she’s your C.O.”

  He hung up and saw the look on Jerrie’s face. “You, too?”

  “I know you need me here, but I can help, too,” she told him. “I have first-aid training.”

  Making a decision, Jack called Hammond and updated him. “George, we could really use all available hands,” he said. “Are your kids up to the challenge?”

  “The older ones, sure,” Hammond immediately assured him. Everyone who was legal age and capable of the pressure would be recruited as emergency troops. By year four, that was just about all the seniors.

  Matty wanted to go, also, the moment he walked in and found out what was going on.

  “No,” Jack said.

  “I’m fifteen and I’ve been training with your guys for almost a year,” Matty reminded him. “Are the Kalam teenagers going?”

  Jack sent him to change into his new BDU’s.

  “I think the rest can be managed by Mom,” Jack told Jerrie. “We should only be gone a couple of days. You can come with.”

  On impulse, Jack called Michael’s friends from the religious advisory board and invited them to help with the evacuations. Feeling pious over the poor, lost aliens, they agreed. Jack knew they had assumed they would be presiding over the wounded and dead. Jack was pleased to inform the incoming Korolev to beam them up. When word reached Washington that Jack was allowing civilians to help, the equally pious of the country’s leadership also volunteered. Jack accepted the offers from the most irritating of them and told the others that they were needed to stay home and mind the store but thank you very much for the generous offers.

  Maynard called him.

  “And where were all these humble politicians when hands were needed to rescue the Koreans? They’re full of shit, Francis, and I will put them to work. They haven’t done any real work in years. And I haven’t kidnapped anyone except my brother,” Jack told him. “Everyone else volunteered. We need all the hands we can get to save as many people as possible.”

  Daniel called in with a gate address and the SGC had teams begin evacuating people through their gate to a temporary home. The Prometheus was in a neighboring solar system and stopped at a gated planet long enough to pick up personnel and put them down on the wounded planet, taking hours off the transport schedule. The non-military and students were sent down with orders to flag anyone not ambulatory. Pets were rounded up and tossed through the gate.

  The entire planet was undergoing massive quakes and coastal towns were being evacuated first before the coming tidal waves hit. The sky was beginning to darken from all the soot that was being shot into the air by volcanoes. Argos reported that the planet was beginning to tilt. The ships landed in fields close to towns and took on everyone they could before departing and hustling to the holding planet, dropping people off, and going back for more. Towns nearest to disaster zones were assisted first. Allies began to arrive and assist in the relocation.

  Gliders zoomed over the planet, using infrared to find people still alive. Unfortunately, the volcanic heat was starting to hide the signatures. Jack found young Grant and sent him to the other side of the planet with an SG team. The two of them focused on mental signatures in order to locate survivors. A few of the academy students were surprised to see Grant, and to see him dressed in leather and working in concert with the general. A few others were able to sense the presence of people and helped the ground teams.

  Katie wasn’t the only one able to tune into a body, much to her own amazement, so there were a small handful of people hustling around looking at the wounded and calling out degrees of injuries for the medics. From the commentary Jack heard, the medics found the assistance helpful even if they didn’t believe it at first. Even T’Keet was bounding over rubble and notifying rescue teams when she smelled a living person.

  Instead of praying over the dead and wounded, the clergy found themselves being pushed by squad leaders to do nothing more than collect the living and either shove them through the gate or help them onto ships. Michael discovered that Jack had been serious when he said he’d be getting his hands dirty. Having claimed to have worked hard all their lives, they had their definition of ‘hard work’ re-written.

  A couple of senators and congressmen kept looking around for the cameras so that there was proof of their working with the poor aliens of the doomed planet. Much to Jack’s surprise one of the senators, Brame from Mississippi, actually dug in and worked as hard as the rest of the troops. Paul reminded Jack that Brame was ex-army who worked his way up the ranks to major during Viet Nam. Jack didn’t care what the man thought about three people being married as long as he did the job assigned.

  Only the kids got time off for food every few hours and a couple hours of sleep. For two, maybe three days, they’d survive. Most of the kids were legal age; only Katie, Matthew, Vinnie, and a
couple others belonging to SG personnel, were underage. No one was really counting the non-Tau’ri children. While Jack was reviewing the evacuation plans, Katie was taking a two-hour power nap in a corner behind him. Matthew and Vinnie staggered in and fell into a Sua pile across the room. Colonel Reynolds came in shortly after and stuck his head into a bucket of water. SG-1 had taken the boys under their wing.

  “Found an old woman caught under rubble,” Reynolds said after coming up for air. He used his shirt to wipe his face. “Vinnie’s still thin and small; he squeezed into the space and helped her out. I will never doubt the bravery or strength of a little gay boy again.”

  Jack was exhausted, but he managed to crank one side of his mouth up. “All the kids deserve commendations,” he said quietly, looking at the sleeping boys. “We’ve had three fall under the pressure of real life; I’d say that’s not bad considering we have over sixty with us. How’s the field look?”

  “Most of the immediate disaster zones are cleared,” Kevin said. He came to the board and marked off the zones. “The Sua are doing a final sweep with those noses of theirs. If you or Kendrick could finalize the area, that would be great. It’s going to take about a month before the planet is completely uninhabitable, so I recommend that the extended troops can be sent home tomorrow. We can take a little more time with the rest of the population. God, Jack; I wish we had had the time to clear out Korea like this.”

  “I know,” Jack agreed, looking out across the deserted city. People had escaped through the gate with nothing more than the clothes on their backs and maybe a few treasured items from their homes. Their gate had been standing unused for centuries, their legends having told that it was from ancient times, from evil demons that had enslaved their ancestors. To say they had been surprised by it coming to life and seeing strange people running in and encouraging them to return through the stone hole would be an understatement. Soon after, more strangers showed up, appearing from nowhere and ships appearing in the skies. Strangers who wanted nothing more than to help them escape the death of the planet. “There were several hundred thousand people on the continent that the asteroid took out, though. Better than eleven million.”

  “How’s the queen?” Reynolds asked after a moment.

  “Walking through the infirmaries, I think,” Jack said, looking up toward the Argos in a low orbit. “Inanna’s taking care of her. I know the lady’s upset, but we needed to get things moving and I wasn’t about to beg for her permission every time I gave an order.”

  “She’s in shock,” Daniel muttered, stumbling out of a sleeping pile and hunting for a loaf of the local bread. The bread was heavy, having been baked with dried fruits in the dough. “Men don’t give orders in this society. She’ll need to get over it.”

  Jack and Reynolds both raised eyebrows. “Pretty radical, Dr. Jackson,” Jack said. Daniel lifted a shoulder.

  “I’m too tired to be correct,” he said, biting into the bread.

  The local government turned out to be extremely matriarchal. The ruling council was caught between accepting assistance from male strangers who seemed to know what to do in such an emergency, and arguing about taking orders from men. There weren’t many matriarchal societies, but they had run into a few on prior missions. Jack called in Inanna to deal with the women who wanted to argue, while everyone else who wanted to help was welcomed and formed into teams. Jack was a little annoyed by all the politics going on when the planet was dying.

  The queen’s youngest daughter, Lisianna, was also annoyed. She was more level-headed and knew when to accept assistance from someone no matter what their gender. Lisianna quickly grasped who was doing what and who was who, and presented herself to Jack. Jack found a young lady who wasn’t afraid of work. He sent her off with Sam.

  “Any leftovers from Ra?” Daniel asked.

  “A few odds and ends in various museums,” Reynolds said. “They’ve been sent up to Prometheus’ hold. I didn’t notice anything spectacular, though.”

  Colonel Jeffries came into the compound carrying a child who was sniffling and clinging to his neck.

  “This little one was hiding under her bed,” he told them. “Could we get someone to take her upstairs and checked out? See if her parents can be found?”

  Reynolds immediately called to the Argos. Children separated from parents had turned out to be a problem. In all the hustle and bustle, children were lost, hands dropped, and fear sending them into hiding.

  “Cheers, mate,” Jeffries said, turning the child over to Reynolds. The Brit chucked the child under the chin, promised her she’d be taken care of, and took a loaf of bread with him as he went back out. Jack gently touched her cheek. Unknown to her, the scrapes on her face and arms began to heal.

  There was an intake of breath behind him. Reynolds gave him a look and took the child away to find her family. Jack sent out a quick feeler.

  “Rabbi, how’re you doing?” he asked without turning around. He touched the wire in his ear. “O’Neill. Well, do the best you can, Captain. We can’t force them to leave. People have survived worst. I can’t think of any people off the top of my head, but I’m sure it’s been done. You might try explaining the concepts of ‘nuclear winter’ and ‘extinction level event.’ Out.”

  “Daniel, if you’ve caught a second wind, see if you can convince a settlement on the far northern continent that they really need to leave.”

  “Are you sure?” Daniel asked quietly in Ancient.

  “Yes, I am,” Jack responded. “I’ll be fine.”

  The sky was noticeably darker after the couple of days that they were there. Water was showing signs of poison; mostly sulfur. Herders had rounded up their cattle and pulled them through the gate despite warnings from the scientists that the cattle might not be able to eat the grasses and grains on the other side.

  “Do you walk on water, too?” Rabbi Aviram asked, stepping slowly to Jack’s side. Jack thought about it.

  “Hey, old man,” he called out toward the pile of sleepers. “Can I walk on water?”

  Enki lifted his head from somewhere in the pile. “You could try,” he suggested. “Shara’s our best swimmer; I’ll make sure he’s on hand to rescue you. The mouth-to-mouth part might interest him enough to volunteer.”

  “No, I can’t walk on water,” Jack told the rabbi. He held out a hand toward Aviram’s arm and the long gash that was hastily bandaged. Aviram hesitated and then gave him a nod. Jack touched him for a moment.

  “Did you get your shots?” he asked. Aviram nodded.

  “Yes, before we got here,” he said. He removed the bandage and looked at his arm. The edges of the gash were visibly knitting. He murmured something in Hebrew.

  “That’s about all I can do, rav, really,” Jack said.

  “I have heard soldiers saying that you can read the thoughts of everyone all at once,” Aviram said. “You can hear the entire world.”

  Jack shook his head. “The guys are as superstitious as anyone else. I can sense someone’s presence, if they’re close by, like you are, and I can sense their emotions. I don’t read minds. Haven’t you ever sensed someone near by?”

  Aviram thought about it. “I guess I have, yes.”

  “Well, I’ve practiced a bit at it, that’s all.”

  “And the healing? Has God so blessed you?”

  Jack glanced at him. “I don’t know about that,” he said. “It’s a recent thing. Lots of people are doing things, you know that.”

  The rabbi looked closely at him and slowly nodded. “Yes, I believe I am beginning to understand why you do not believe in God. You see His secrets unraveling before your very eyes. But, Jack, think about this, would you? The universe, life, is logical. Does that not suggest to you a conscious effort behind the writing of the laws? No, we won’t argue about it here. Please… Think about it? For me?”

  After the rabbi left, Jack shook his head and continued with the scheduling. He notified several teams to send their civilians home; the worst of th
e evacuations were over. He thought it would take longer, but fifty plus ships and a stargate made a big difference. Jack arched his back, stretching until joints popped.

  “You keep healing people like that, it’ll become public,” Ninurta warned him in Ancient, taking note of the people scurrying about the headquarters. He had extracted himself from the pile of sleepers and took a small loaf of the fruit bread.

  “I know,” Jack acknowledged. “I’m not so worried about that as I am about what happens if Earth finds out that Enki and the Ancients are the Creator that they’ve been looking for.”

  “Yes, that’s a tricky one, isn’t it?” Ninurta agreed unhelpfully. “It doesn’t negate what the rabbi says, though, does it? A conscious effort did go into the writing of the laws. Why don’t you just tell them that you’re agnostic? It isn’t quite a lie.”

  Jack thought about it. “And it would get them to leave me alone,” he thought out loud. “For a while, at least.”

  The locals may not have been able to understand the Ancient and Jaffa languages being frequently used, but they stopped questioning male-rule when word began to circulate that Jack was a healer. Jack’s wife was seen as a strong leader, and Sam being in the field to help in leading troops comforted them. Most of the locals went to Sam for direction, which took a lot of responsibility off Jack; he could concentrate on the background of the evacuation.

  Movement caught his eye and he turned to see Katie waking up. She was watching him from exhausted eyes.

  “Did you understand any of that?” he asked.

  “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Can I ask you something personal?”

  “Sure, honey.”

  “Are you having an affair with Ninurta?”

  Surprised, Jack turned to look at her again. “No, honey, of course not. What makes you think that?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. Just… the energy, I guess.”

  He handed her a bottle of water and a piece of fruit. “Sometimes when two people work closely together in life and death situations, they rely on each other so much that it feels like sexual energy, when it isn’t. That’s all.” The line in Jack’s ear pinged and he touched it.