J.F. Crane - Stargate SG-1: Sunrise: SG1-17

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Dr Maol Caluims Journal

Acarsaid Dorch Research Outpost

Year Three

Entry #276WB

Our moods are lighter today. Finally, we have a breakthrough! Yesterdays simulation was a success, two-way communication was established and we were able to contact the remote device via its embedded server. Despite the doubts of so many, we believe we have created a patch that will allow us to deploy the shield as originally designedwith luck, we will be in time. Now, all that remains is to test the fix on the live system, which means we must return to Ierna. If we do not, all our work will be for naught. The work of a generation will be for naught.

We must persuade the Elect to listen to us, in that there is no choice. Lann tells me that an ice storm has raged here all week, but so caught up was I in the testing that I hadnt even noticed. He predicts that it will pass overnight and in the morning we can attempt, once more, to communicate with the new authorities in the shelter. All our hopes rest on their acquiescence.

I have not spoken with the others about our return home. Though none of us utter the words, we all know that we have been exiled here and that to return will not be a simple venture. The memories of our leaving are fresh, even three years on. How can we forget the rage of the people and the tears on our childrens faces? But surely, when we show the Elect what we have achieved, they will listen to us. They must listen. To turn from us now would be madness.

Even the wildest zealot must realize that the so called Sciath D is our last hope. Without it, our homesall of Iernawill perish. Surely they pray for our success as well as for their own deliverance? I cannot conceive that they would embrace this disaster when we are so close to salvation.

I hope that in my entry tomorrow I can speak of our triumph. I hope the self appointed Pastor will listen to reason. I hope we are not already too late.

One way or another, the end draws near.

~~~

Dr Maol Caluims Journal

Acarsaid Dorch Research Outpost

Year Three

Entry #277WB

Today Lann Dyric opened the Sungate and returned to Ierna. He carried word of our success, proof that we can deploy Sciath Dand defend our world from the wrath of their Lord. With him he carries the hopes of our world. Though I do not worship their god, I find myself casting my prayers into the stars this night as we wait for Lann to return with word of our fate. Of our worlds fate.

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Dr Maol Caluims Journal

Acarsaid Dorch Research Outpost

Year Three

Entry #278WB

It has been five days and we have received no word from Lann. We cannot decide if this is good news or bad. We can do nothing but wait.

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Dr Maol Caluims Journal

Acarsaid Dorch Research Outpost

Year Three

Entry #279WB

No entry found.

There were no more entries after that, General. Dr. Daniel Jackson closed his note book and sat back in his chair, the laptop in the center of the briefing room table showing screeds of text in a language incomprehensible to General George Hammond. He squinted at the jittery data and then skimmed through the translation in front of him.

You said it was some sort of beta site you found. Perhaps they left to return to their home planet? Around the briefing room table, SG-1 cast glances at each other, communicating volumes in an unspoken language in which, George knew, he would never be fluent. But four years in this command had taught him a few things, one of them being the ability to read the mood of each of his teams when they returned from a mission. Judging from the apprehension on the faces of the SGCs flagship team, Hammond was certain that whatever they had discovered on P4X-66Q, it was bigger than a few garbled journal entries. Colonel ONeill?

They didnt leave, sir.

So what happened?

Daniel cleared his throat. Well, first things first, General. The settlement we found wasnt just a beta site. It appeared to be a research outpost of some sort. The language of the text looks like a progression from Irish-Gaelic, but the journal entries were He frowned and glanced around at the team. They were very old, sir. Perhaps two hundred years. And they werent exactly intact.

But you managed to translate them?

For the most part. The writer, Dr Maol Caluim, talks about their home planet of Iernashe even gives a gate addressand describes some sort of catastrophe unfolding there. It appears they were working on a way to prevent it from happening.

The shield.

Yes, sir. She refers to the project as Sciath D Gods shield Or, perhaps, Shield of the Gods, or Shield from the Gods.

The phrase hung there, taking on a meaning that would have seemed absurd to George Hammond just four short years ago. The Gods. Only one race he knew was arrogant enough to assume such a moniker.