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"What's going on?" asked Major General Hammond as he walked into the operations room. "Why isn't the iris up?"



"There's an SG-1 signature coming from the other side of the wormhole. The colonel thought we should see what it was about."



"But every member of SG-1 is right here in this base."



Hammond looked out the window into the other room.



The Stargate was active, glowing blue, and at least a dozen guards had their weapons trained on it. And there, standing right in front of the ramp leading up to the gate, was the leader of SG-1, her radio in one hand and her whip in the other. Hammond walked over to the microphone.



"Are you sure about this, Colonel?"



Amethyst briefly turned around. "If someone nabbed some of our equipment, sir, we should really know who it is. They're probably gonna be poking around later."



"And you're sure you can take them?" Hammond asked.



"I'm willing to risk it."



The first figure emerged from the wormhole: a man named Jack O'Neill. Hammond recognized him; he was a retired Air Force officer, having been involved in the first major mission with the Stargate. But that didn't explain what he was doing here. As O'Neill stepped out of the Stargate and onto the ramp, he looked up at the operations room window.



"Sir?" he asked. "What's with the welcome party?"



The guards turned their attention back to the gate as a second figure began to emerge. It appeared to be a tall woman, almost tripping as she came out - likely unfamiliar with gate travel.



"Mind introducing your friend, Colonel O'Neill?" asked Hammond.



O'Neill glanced at the figure who had stepped out of the gate. She was looking around as though she didn't know where she was.



"I have... no idea who this is, sir," said a confused O'Neill. "Probably a wrong number."



Amethyst slowly stepped up onto the ramp.



"Pearl? Where have you been all these years?"



"What do you mean, Amethyst?" Pearl asked. "I just saw you an hour ago. You were at Steven's house."



"Who's Steven?"



O'Neill glanced back and forth at the two women - one in a tidy-looking getup with a jacket, the other in full Air Force uniform - before looking back up at Hammond.



"...Who's Amethyst?"

