This story focuses on SG-1's first mission since Janet Fraiser's death, exploring the five stages of grief with each character personifying one stage. The story resolves with the team as a whole experiencing the last stage: acceptance.
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“Closer. Closer.” Colonel Jack O’Neill braced his disrupter against the empty Goa’uld queen tank, taking aim at the oncoming super soldier. After a wicked fire-fight, SG-1 had retreated inside Anubis’s latest drone factory — a chamber of horrors with slick marble floors, granite walls and a sky-high ceiling. The disrupter had enough juice for one more shot. That was all he’d need. That and a hundred yard dash through the tunnel ahead of them to the Stargate and his team would get home in one piece.
SG-1 would make it to the gate. Their first mission since Janet Fraiser’s funeral wasn’t going to fail.
The doc’s death had hit them hard, but they’d been hit before. Loss always sucked, he knew that. He had the T-shirt, a whole closet of them, to prove it. What he’d had enough of was missions gone bad. It was time for a win.
While a mission in the win column wouldn’t bring Janet back, it would move SG-1 forward. The team wasn’t gelling anymore. This first mission back was supposed to give them the chance to do just that.
But first, they needed to get to the gate.
The air reeked of burnt ozone. Smoke filled the tunnel leading to the gate ahead of them as well as the one to their rear. The solitary drone advanced, red plasma bursts erupting from its wrist weapon. The thing was a killing machine, both literally and figuratively.
The super soldier stomped across the central chamber, its black metal boots clanging against the marble floor. Obviously, the silent element of surprise wasn’t a factor. Anubis trained these living machines to tromp all over the galaxy, hence SG-1’s visit to do a little damage to the System Lord’s new factory. Anubis may have skipped town, but apparently he’d left some house-sitters. If it wasn’t for the disrupter Carter and her dad cobbled together, SG-1’s collective asses would be toast.
Two drones down, one to go.
“Close… Closer,” Jack promised his team.
Teal’c flipped on his staff weapon from his position behind a neighboring column. Crouched beneath the tank, Carter and Daniel hugged their P90s. All of them as ready for the fight as Jack.
Notes of InterestEdit
- Stargate SG-1: Perceptions was nominated in 2015 by the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers for a Scribe Award.