SG1 & SG2: Catching up
Posted on Wed May 27th, 2026 @ 4:30pm by Lieutenant Colonel Jonathon Raynor & Master Sergeant Ezekiel Chambers & Scarlett Hayes Dr. & Chief Petty Officer Marisa Harlan & Commander Aaron Wander & Pilot Officer Aisling Quinn & Major (майо́р) Lyudmila "Mila" Sorokova
Mission:
Echoes of the Fallen
Location: Ra's Pyramid - Abydos
3458 words - 6.9 OF Standard Post Measure
/// ON ///
The pyramid felt heavier when they returned, the air thick with a silence that did not sit right.
Raynor entered the gate chamber with SG 1 at his back, sweeping the vast space in a single controlled pass as the Stargate stood silent and their equipment remained untouched where they had left it, though a second cluster of crates marked in Cyrillic and a compact generator staged off to the right made it clear the Russian envoy had come prepared.
There was no sign of SG 2.
He moved to the base of the ramp, studying overlapping boot prints in the dust, finding no blood and no clear indication of a struggle before straightening.
“SG 2 was last known operating inside this structure. We initiate search protocol. Primary corridor first, tight intervals, sixty second comm checks.”
He had just begun to pivot toward the main passage when fast approaching footsteps echoed down the corridor.
His rifle came up smoothly, sights locking onto the entrance as a figure broke into view.
Wander.
Raynor kept the weapon trained forward. “All present?”
He counted shapes as the rest of SG 2 emerged behind their commander, exhaling once through his nose as the immediate tension eased but did not disappear.
"Commander..." the Colonel asked as he scanned the man with his eyes, before lowering his gun slightly. "... radios broke?
"We came across some interference and investigated." Wander replied. "We'll make adjustments to the comms going forward. But in the meantime... we brought back treats."
He motioned to the gaunt gentleman who was accompanying them under guard. "And just wait until you hear who this guy is."
Scarlett was walking not far ahead of their ‘guest’ she was still fascinated by the possibility he was who he said he was, though she wasn’t taking it for granted. She had plenty to study from the images that had been taken. “Colonel” she offered Raynor a respectful nod. “May I introduce Jason, prisoner of the Goa’uld, and Captain of the Argo.”
Mila Sorokova paused just inside the chamber, the weight of her field pack pressing against her shoulders as she took in the scene with careful, almost clinical attention. This was her first deployment with the Stargate teams — and it showed, at least to herself. Everyone else moved with an easy familiarity that came only from shared missions, shared danger. They read each other in glances and half-sentences. She was still learning the rhythm. Her gaze flicked first to Raynor — posture rigid, weapon still half-raised despite the apparent resolution — then to Wander, whose tone suggested confidence but whose fatigue sat plainly in the set of his shoulders.
Then her attention settled on the stranger. She adjusted the strap of her rifle slightly, remaining near some equipment crates — instinctively choosing a position that gave her distance and visibility. Her English carried a faint accent when she finally spoke, careful and measured. “You found… him inside?” She looked to Scarlett, then to Wander, trying to anchor herself in the chain of command without stepping over it. “No signs of hostiles?”
Her eyes moved briefly toward the corridor SG-2 had emerged from, as if expecting something else to follow.
“None so far” Scarlett added. “Jason was found inside a sarcophagus in the chamber, which was…accidentally triggered during our investigations. I have a lot of recordings and writings to go over, hopefully they’ll give us more answers.”
Aisling stayed just off Wander’s shoulder, letting the senior officers take the lead while she kept a quiet eye on their unexpected guest. The walk back had given her a few minutes to steady herself, but the unreality of it all hadn’t quite settled. A sarcophagus. A whisper. A man claiming to be someone out of legend.
“The interference we hit was localised to the inner chamber,” she added carefully when there was space to do so, keeping her tone measured and professional. “Layered stone and Goa’uld systems didn’t play nicely together. We adjusted for it, but that’s why comms were patchy.”
Her gaze drifted briefly to Jason. Up close and in better light, he looked more fragile than mythical. Pale. Worn. Human.
"It shouldn't interfere now outside of the chambers below. We also found other things there that we'll have to send more teams back through for retrieval and decommissioning." Wander said as SG-1 approached.
The man introduced as Jason looked around at the gathered team and nodded slowly before offering a quiet greeting. "Γειά σου" He paused for a moment then as if to not only find the words but to shape them with a tongue that was too large. "Greetings."
"Like, Jason and the Argonauts?" Zeke looked the man over as SG-2 approached. He looked them over with an appraising eye, if he was playing security he was going to keep his eyes open. Until he looked at Scarlett, she reminded him of his ex-wife, not in a bad way just a reminder that red heads were trouble. He looked back at the man that clearly wasn't part of the other team. "You fought skeletons and went on a quest for a Golden Fleece?"
Raynor’s eyes moved across SG-2 as they filed into the chamber, checking faces, posture, weapons, looking for signs of injury or pursuit. Hearing Wander’s explanation, he lowered his rifle the rest of the way but did not relax. Interference inside Goa’uld structures was nothing new, but it was rarely harmless.
His attention shifted when Scarlett spoke.
Raynor studied the gaunt man for a long moment, the kind of look that measured credibility, risk, and the likelihood someone was lying to his face. A man pulled out of a Goa’uld sarcophagus was already a problem. A man claiming to be the Jason of myth was something else entirely.
He folded his arms slowly.
“Alright,” Raynor said evenly, glancing once toward the corridor SG-2 had come from before returning his focus to the prisoner. “... Jason you say? I don't think I know the story on Jason and the Argonauts..."
"Greek mythology, sir," Zeke spoke up, without waiting to hear from this Jason. "There was a movie made in the sixty's I think, they were searching for a golden fleece. My Mom loved that that damn movie, sir. Jason speaks to Zeus and Hera and is sent on the quest. He pulls together a crew, they set out on a ship. The ship is named the Argo, hence the term argonaught. They deal with harpies, a hydra and fight a bunch of skeletons. It's a good movie for it's day. Problem was, no one was clear on what the fleece actually was. If it's real, could be worth looking into."
Major Mila Sorokova did not smile, though something sharpened in her expression at Zeke’s explanation. It appeared that the situation had crossed the line from bizarre field anomaly into something far more dangerous: a narrative. And narratives could have a way of making trained people careless. Her gaze remained on the man calling himself Jason. He looked exhausted, underfed, disoriented.
She shifted one step away from the crates at her back, bringing herself more fully into the circle without crowding the senior officers.
“With respect,” Mila said, her accent still soft but more distinct now that the room had gone quiet around her, “mythological coincidence is not positive identification.”
Her eyes flicked briefly to Zeke, then back to Raynor. “It is a story he could know. Or a story someone wanted him to know.”
“He was inside a Goa’uld sarcophagus, yes? Then first assumption should be contamination, manipulation, memory damage, or deliberate placement. Not”—her eyes moved once to Jason—“historical confirmation.”
"Jason of the Argonauts? Interesting. " Marisa replied as she moved to get a better look at the man. "He looks hungry though, what do you think about us getting him fed?" turning her gaze towards Raynor, then to the others.
Jason nodded and looked somewhat sheepish as the questions came at him. "It makes me happy that the tales have lasted this long, but also sad that our journey has moved from fact to myth. Idmon would have been delighted."
Aaron Wander shrugged. "He wasn't really carrying any identification and unless we have ancient Greek DNA on hand to do a field test I think we can only take his word for now until we confirm one way or another. What I can tell you is that he wasn't in the sarcophagus by choice and he asked for our help."
Jason's pale eyes met Marisa's and his thin lips managed a small smile. "I haven't tasted a morsel of nourishment in millennia."
“Then I suggest you try the chicken” Scarlett smiled. “It’s delicious and gentle on the stomach at the same time.” She gave Jason a curious look. “You said Idmon? He was one of the Argonauts correct? Also, may I ask how you came to be so feared by the Goa’uld that they locked you up in that Sarcophagus?”
Raynor watched the man closely throughout the exchange, measuring tone, posture, the way he held himself under scrutiny. Something about him didn’t sit cleanly, though Raynor couldn’t yet decide if that instinct came from experience or the sheer absurdity of the situation. This was the first time he was standing across from someone who claimed to be an enemy of the so called gods and had survived long enough to talk about it.
When Scarlett spoke, Raynor caught her eye and gave a small, approving nod. It was the right approach, keep him talking, keep him grounded, don’t let the room spiral into speculation. At the same time, Jason’s choice of words lingered with him. Millennia without nourishment sounded less like a complaint about food and more like something deeper, something not entirely human in its meaning.
Raynor shifted his stance slightly, folding his arms as his gaze settled back on Jason.
Scarlett exchanged glances between Raynor and Jason. She was waiting to see what Jason had to say.
Jason's expression doured a little. "I don't think the gods feared me, more that they didn't like what I did and convinced others to do. Challenge the gods, gather a like minded crew, and start poking your nose where they think it doesn't belong. When my luck ran out, it was the sarcophagus. They didn't want to kill me to make me a martyr, so it was supposed to be an eternity of captivity."
“Food we can handle,” he said evenly. “But before we start handing out meals and mythology, I want clarity.”
His expression hardened just a fraction.
“You said the Goa’uld feared you enough to lock you away. People don’t get that treatment without a reason.”
Zeke quietly gave the Russian a nudge and patted the side of his SAW, before speaking low enough for only those right next to him hear, "Don't you worry, Valentina here will take care of anything or anyone that might be dangerous."
Jason simply shrugged. "I do not claim to know their reasons aside from the anger that was directed towards my capture and my judgement."
Raynor held Jason’s gaze, weighing the explanation without fully buying it. He gave a slight nod.
“Yeah… that tracks. Goa’uld don’t like loose ends,” he said evenly. “Locking you away instead of killing you isn’t mercy. It’s containment. I assume you were tortured as well.”
He stepped a half pace closer, measured and controlled.
“But here’s the problem,” Raynor continued. “You wake up after, what,years, and you are clear-headed, remembering everything?” A small shake of his head. “That’s not normal. Not without a cost.”
His expression hardened slightly.
“So I am to assume that Ra was the one that captured you and did all this. Why?”
Scarlett was walking along quietly taking in everything that was being said, she was curious to know Jason’s answer as well. “I believe the Sarcophagus can be used for healing purposes as well, at least that’s what I understand. For you to be conscious inside you weren’t asleep, simply in a perpetual state of almost suspended animation. I’d have thought that Ra would prefer to see his enemies dead, not left alive. Unless there’s something the Goa’uld want from you?”
Jason sighed and let his shoulders sag even more. "I remember my companions and my quests. But I also remember the unending." His eyes developed a distant look to them. "Screaming until I could scream no more, clawing at the inside of that device until my fingers bled, only to be brought back like like Prometheus to have my liver devoured once again."
"You will understand if I don't want to speak of my torture so soon after being blessed with freedom."
Aaron caught what they were both hinting at. "You have to see this from our side as well Jason. If what you're saying is true, then you could have a wealth of knowledge about the Go'auld. It's almost too good to be true."
Jason looked to Aaron and then back to Rayner. "If you think that Ra would not be so petty as to keep you alive to continue your torture long beyond what any man should endure... then I wish you keep that innocence and not discover the truth."
“We understand that reliving your torture would be difficult” Scarlett added as she looked at Jason. “We are simply trying to ascertain the circumstances of your imprisonment, and if you are an enemy of the Goa’uld then you could prove to be an ally to us.”
Raynor kept his arms folded, eyes locked on Jason with measured skepticism. “Potential ally is a big leap from a man who just woke up from a Goa’uld sarcophagus after millennia of torture. That thing may heal people's bodies, but I doubt the mind doesn’t always follow. You claim Ra locked you away out of spite because you challenged the gods and gathered a crew against them. Fine. But I need straight answers: what exactly did you and your Argonauts do that made him choose eternal containment over killing you outright? And what usable intel do you actually have on Ra or the Goa’uld? We’ll feed you and get you medically checked, but until I’m convinced you’re not a Trojan horse programmed, manipulated, or otherwise... we’re keeping you under close watch. No hero treatment yet, sir."
Marisa was listening to all of this, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she regarded this man who had been brought out of the sarchophagus.
His tale was horrifying as it was.
Marisa could feel the pangs of hunger become evident. Okay so, they did have a meal with those they had found in the desert but she could eat a bit more.
"Colonel Raynor, if you don't mind, I'll go get the campfire going and lets get us and him some food." Marisa looking towards Raynor. "Permission to get things ready?"
Aisling glanced up from the sealed crystal container when Marisa mentioned a campfire. For a second, the thought of food and something warm almost sounded lovely. Then her eyes drifted back toward the corridor they’d come from, and the idea sat less comfortably.
“Sorry, just… is a fire a good idea yet?” she asked, careful not to make it sound like a challenge. “Only because we’ve just shut down Goa’uld tech and I don’t think we know if it sent anything out. An alarm, or a beacon, or… I don’t know, whatever counts as bad news in pyramid language.”
She looked between the senior officers, then added, a little more lightly, “Cold rations sound grim, but they’re probably less visible than smoke. I might be overthinking it. First mission nerves and all that. I’d just rather not get murdered over chicken.”
Scarlett smiled. “I won’t complain either way as long as it’s edible. On a more serious note it is possible that opening that sarcophagus as well as activating the systems in there, could have triggered an automated warning call. I guess we’ll find out if we end up with unwelcome company.”
Jason's jaw clenched ever so slightly before a sigh escaped his thin lips. "We to bring down their empire by assembling the golden fleece. A relic that could change the course of a battle if welded by the right person. I was to be the welder, but we were captured before we could assemble it. I don't know what happened to my crew or the fleece, Ra didn't believe that. So he continued to torture me for information on how to find it."
Jason frowned and looked down at his feet. "The more who know of the Golden Fleece and it's powers, the more likely it is to end up in the wrong hands."
Aaron looked back and forth between Jason and Raynor. "Looks like we just got our first lead on a new device."
Looking to the others, he motioned for them to go back to the outpost they'd set up. "We get some food into us and we continue this discussion on fully bellies."
Aaron walked over next to Raynor. "I'm not saying we give him the keys to the kingdom, but we can keep an eye on him and guarded without treating him like a hostile."
Scarlett looked at Jason curiously. “I’m an archaeologist, I study artefacts and currently it’s everything Goa’uld. I’d like to learn more about the fleece, but I know if it’s really that powerful that you’ll need to learn to trust us, as much as we need to trust you. We simply want to be able to defend ourselves and our world against the threat of the Goa’uld.”
Aisling stayed quiet for a moment, but the words Golden Fleece had clearly caught somewhere behind her eyes. Not in the way Scarlett reacted to it, with history and myth unfolding in her head, but in the way Ash had once stared at a half-working prototype in a Galway lab and wondered what it was actually doing beneath the fancy name.
“I’d be interested as well,” she said, carefully, not wanting to crowd Scarlett’s questions. “Not from the archaeology side. That’s very much not my lane.” She gave Scarlett a small nod. “But back at university, half the battle with any system was getting past what people called it and working out what it actually did. ‘Golden Fleece’ sounds like a story. Could be a device. Could be a power source. Could be some kind of control system no one had words for at the time.”
Warm fire would have been nice but Aisling had made a good point. Especially what with the unexpected person, Jason and really, the Golden Fleece? How would or could that thing be operating something? Or would it be a clue to something else.
"Either way, food sounds good right now. And I'm sure he" Marisa nodding towards Jason, "Could use something, right now."
"I am in agreement with you, Aaron," John replied after listening to the group chatter. He kept his words toward the Commander low, but obvious as he then spoke up even louder. "Alright, set up base camp and start a fire. Mission time allows for another twenty four hours. We have some time to collect more information. We have a schedule contact with SGC in a couple hours. Let's settle in for the night. We aren't going anywhere."
"As for you," He paused as he looked at Jason. "You are our ghost with us, but we will need time to earn some trust with you and probably have more questions, if you are up for it."
Jason nodded slowly as Raynor spoke with him. "Of course, I will do what I can to answer you."
While Raynor spoke more with the man who had been found, Marisa moved towards the outside of the pyramid to build a fire for warmth, and comradeship both teams having gotten back together, all safe and sound for the most part. Time to eat, to drink and gaze out towards the dunes bathed in the moonlight of an alien world.
Jonathon Raynor, Lt. Colonel
SG-1 Leader, SGC
&
Major Lyudmila Sorokova
SG-1 Member, SGC
&
Master Sergeant Ezekiel Chambers
SG-1 Member, SGC
&
Chief Petty Officer Marisa Harlan
SG-1 Member, SGC
&
Commander Aaron Wander
SG-2 Leader, SGC
&
Major Amy Ludd
Off World Diplomatic Liaison
&
Dr Scarlett Hayes
Chief Archaeologist
SG-2 Member, SGC
&
Pilot Officer Aisling Quinn
SG-2 Member, SGC
