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SAME OLD , SAME OLD.
"So Mitchell, drawled Jack, think we can wrap this up soon, I have beer chilling and steaks defrosting."
"Yes Sir General O'Neill, have you back through the 'gate in five."
Sam shot Daniel look number six and Teal'c's eyebrows made a valiant escape bid towards the top of his head.
From thier vantage point on a small hill, face down in sticky, stinky, sludge SG1, including one VIP addition, looked down towards the Stargate.
Yep still there. Still surrounded by blue bunnies. Big blue bunnies. Big blue bunnies with really BIG teeth and claws. Hundreds of them.
"Nice peaceful planet. Cake walk. One hour...tops. Only back in the Springs for a couple of days. Just like old times." Jack punctuated each comment with a loud squelching noise as he sank further down into the mud.
"Sorry Daniel, you're gonna have to be more precise."
"Ideas?" Inquired Mitchell. Sometimes working with this group was like trying to juggle snow.
"Given enough time I could rig something out of our radios that would create a large enough EM pulse that might, eventually, cause the creatures to leave. I know they didn't react much when we fired our P90's over thier heads but you never know." Sam eagerly began removing the radio from her vest in anticipation.
"Let me go down there and try to communicate with them. I know they look like rabbits but appearances can be deceiving, remember the Unas." Daniel was practically bouncing at the prospect of first contact with the blue bunnies.
"I will create a diversion and draw them away from the Stargate allowing you to escape. They may overwhelm me but I will die free." Four pairs of eyes looked at the big Jaffa in awe and amazement.
"Anyone got any carrots?" Asked Mitchell.
"Oh for crying out loud! Beer! Steaks! Tonight! 8 o'clock! All of you!!! Don't be late!"
Jack stood and tossed something up into the air, it exploded ten feet from the ground. The blue bunnies scrambled away as fast as thier six little legs could carry them.
"C4, Jack grinned, yep, works every time." General Jack O'Neill pulled himself up to his full, not inconsiderable height and sauntered off down the hill towards the 'gate, whistling.
The unmistakable sound of four jaws snapping shut could quite clearly be heard behind him.
Landry and his half of the VIP visitors from Washington, Gen George Hammond, stared aghast at the five, filthy, figures strolling down the ramp.
Hammond nodded at Jack.
"Oh you know George...same old, same old."
Stargate SG1 Fic. Same old, same old.
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