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�You�ll be back there as soon as possible, Doc. Until then� maybe look into a noise machine,� Jack suggested lamely.
�Welcome to P9T-934,� Sam said as her eyes scanned the terrain.
�Not much different from Pegasus,� John commented, looking around, his eyes taking in his current surroundings. Trees, grass, a river to the left of the Stargate, sky that was more or less blue�the less being the creepy green tinge that the cloudless sky had to it�and air that was as pollution-free as possible. Just like home. Atlantis, of course, being home, because somehow Earth had simply become the place that they were from, way back when, and not their home. The only thing that was different, he noted, was that the chevrons on the Stargate were red instead of the green that he was used to, and the constellations, the ones he had learned as a child, were there instead of the Pegasus Galaxy constellations that John had yet to find the time to give names to. But the changes in constellations and the colour of the chevrons went away as the �Gate shut down behind them.
Sam shrugged. �Habitable planets generally have similar characteristics. Trees, water...� She looked around. �Not all that much different from Earth, really. Sure, you find strange things, like that planet we were on a few weeks ago with the giant purple bunny rabbits, but for the most part it�s pretty much the same, at least in the broad strokes.�
�Yeah, Rodney�s probably said something about that somewhere along the� wait. Giant bunny rabbits?� John asked, frowning.
�Giant purple bunny rabbits,� Daniel said.
�Right, �cause if they weren�t purple it�d be a whole different story,� John said, shaking his head. He had yet to have to negotiate with giant woodland creatures of any colour, and he hoped he never had to.
Smiling, Sam moved to check on the MALP. Nothing seemed out of place or broken, so she stood back upright and nodded to the group. �Okay. Teal�c, you take point. Daniel, the aerial survey showed ruins about a mile away, so shout if you see anything� ruin-ish. John and I will take the six.�
Teal�c inclined his head slightly before moving forward, his P-90 held loosely at his side, though his body held a tension that John knew all too well�Teal�c wouldn�t relax until he knew his team was home, back through the Stargate, unharmed�and John respected that.
Daniel moved with practised ease across the uneven surface, roots sticking up through the soil and hundreds of large rocks making the ground rather unpleasant to walk on, but he didn�t falter, not once, despite the fact that his attention was focused on the notebook he was scribbling in. Despite the fact that it looked like his notebook had his full attention, John could tell that the archaeologist was just as aware of his surroundings as everyone else. John imagined that, back when the team had first started out together, back when then-Colonel O�Neill ran SG-1 and Sam was just a Captain, things hadn�t moved as smoothly, especially with the civilian archaeologist on the team, but it was obvious that Jackson was well-trained. There was something about him that made John think about boot camp, the practised actions that often carried on into the field and everyday life, and then there was the feeling, something entirely too Zen for John to wrap his head around, that told him that Daniel had spent time training with someone other than the military, quite possibly Teal�c who, John had learned through files and from Sam, had a style of fighting and living that was all his own.
And Sam began moving backwards over the rough terrain, one hand resting on her P-90, the other on what he had been told was a Zatnikatil, or Zat gun, that was basically an energy weapon that had three stages: one shot would stun the target for an indeterminate amount of time, the second shot would kill the target, and the third would disintegrate the molecules that made up the target�John had immediately put a note in his list of armaments about the weapons, hoping that they would be effective against the Wraith. Like Teal�c, Sam�s body held a tension that spoke of just how alert she was, but, as always, she moved with a gentle grace that rarely went hand in hand with military issue combat boots. Having trained with her John knew that Sam had always been that way, but, knowing her as well as he did outside of military life, John also knew that Sam was just as comfortable in a dress and heels as she was in field gear and combat boots.