Indiana Jones and the Secret of Osiris (SG1939) Updated: 6/8

[LadyTevar]

Prometheus?

Going to Newport News, VA... Hmmmmmmmmm... Submarine?

[Ilya Muromets]

I gotta say, the idea of the Prometheus having WW2-style guns (possibly even 16 inchers) is appealing, even if it would make it less capable than the one in the show. Unless, of course, Telsa, Einstein, Oppenheimer, and the rest manage to come up with more funky alien-tech weaponry other than just naquadah-enriched nukes.

EDIT: Unless, of course, Chewie is playing with us and is using the Prometheus designation for something completely different.

[Kodiak]

Terran spacedocks would be ridiculous at this point. Prometheus was the one who gave us fire, so maybe it's some salvaged Goa'uld tech for WWII war machines?

A spaceship with WWII weapons, or a WWII fighter with space weapons. Time will tell.

[CaptainChewbacca]

Does anyone remember what Prometheus' crime was in the Greek myths?

[Vehrec]

Stealing fire. It could be used for something like...plasma weapons? Unlikely, it took the canonical SGC over 10 years to make Directed energy weapons. Powerplants? Maybe, maybe not. Fire, heat, burning, light...theft. Prometheus STOLE fire and gave it to man.

I think I might have a better idea what Doctor Jones is gonna get for his orders.

[Kodiak]

Stealing fire. It could be used for something like...plasma weapons? Unlikely, it took the canonical SGC over 10 years to make Directed energy weapons. Powerplants? Maybe, maybe not. Fire, heat, burning, light...theft. Prometheus STOLE fire and gave it to man.

I think I might have a better idea what Doctor Jones is gonna get for his orders.

Maybe they aren't stealing it so much as salvaging it from a crashed Goa'uld mothership

[CaptainChewbacca]

Fort O’Dell, Abydos

The hot wind blew across the parade ground as the tromp of armored feet echoed in unison march.

ON THE BLOODDED SANDS OF ABYDOS
THERE OUR VALOR MADE US FREE.
SO WE VOW TO STRIKE DOWN ALL FALSE GODS,
WHO DWELL BEYOND THE STARS TO SEE
THAT OUR WARRIOR SONS OF CHULAK
BORN TO LIVES OF LIBERTY!
SO WE STAND NOW WITH AMERICA
AS WE CRY OUT JAFFA KREE!

“Company, present ARMS!’ As one, sixty staff weapons flashed in the sunlight and clanged against polished armor, and the First Heavy Infantry Platoon (Jaffa) of the Stargate Marine Force saluted smartly. Bra’tac regarded them for a moment before turning and saluting. Undersecretary White was dumbfounded, first that he was on a desert world billions of miles from earth, and second that an alien warrior older than his grandfather, who had killed thousands, was now saluting HIM out of loyalty. The prospect was sobering.

“Excellent, Master Bra’tac.” He returned the salute. “You have trained your men well, and they seem to be adapting to life in the marines quickly.”

“That’s nothing, you should see their fire teams going at it.” Colonel Lewis ‘Chesty’ Puller clapped the Jaffa master on the shoulder. “Its like prairie lightning, only angrier.” He nodded to the Jaffa “Company, Dismissed!” At that they relaxed and began to disperse, some heading for the barracks to escape the heat of the day, while others went to the workshops where they were explaining the basics of goa’uld machinery, and still others headed for the firing range. Some were becoming quite adept at using American firearms.

As they began to leave White noticed something about the Jaffa “Colonel Puller, Master Bra’tac, on their heads, is that…” He squinted in the bright light.

“Afraid so, Sir.” Puller looked at the Jaffa. “When they left Ra and Apophis, they cut their tattoos off and the skin grew back, but it’s a sorta badge of honor with them.”

“Indeed, Undersecretary White.” Bra’tac nodded. “The Jaffa must show for whom they fight, and so we took the emblem of the leatherneck, the winged trident, for our own.” He touched the gold emblem on his own forehead. “My commitment, however, was greater when I became First Prime, and while it can be removed I can foresee there may be times in the years to come when I will need to prove I am who I say that I am. It is vital that we continue to spread the fire of rebellion.”

White nodded. “I can see that. You’ve got five dozen men now, that’s certainly more than a platoon.” They began to walk toward the fort’s main building, now in shadow as the sun sank behind the hulk of Ra’s mothership.

“I’ve put in the paperwork for them to be rated as a company, but the bean-counters are having a fit because Jaffa don’t use rank the way we do.” Puller smiled at the memory of the go-round a flustered processing clerk had had with Bra’tac.

“On the contrary, Puller, I think you Tau’ri organize things overmuch.” The old Jaffa smiled “With my people, one is a warrior, and that is sufficient. The young listen to the words of the old, and the foolish to the wise. What more is needed?”

“What indeed.” Major Puller turned to White “Technically, Bra’tac is a Captain in the Corps on paper, but I’ll be damned if I can get anyone to call him anything but ‘Master’, I even have a hard time of it and I outrank him!” They came to the door. “Well, I’ve got to head to chow, and then I have to rain fire and thunder on the motorpool, they’ve been a little shoddy lately. A colonel’s work is never done.”

“Come, Undersecretary White, I’ll help you find Indiana.” Bra’tac ushered him inside.

“Thank you, Master Bra’tac.” They walked in silence for a minute. “I am also curious about the song.”

“Yes, well, it started as a teaching exercise for the men learning English and… it got out of hand.” White wasn’t sure, but even looking at the back of his head he could swear the Jaffa was smiling.

They worked their way through the narrow, brick corridors of the building until they came to a spacious work room covered in paper and books. One wall was completely covered in slate, and was functioning as a blackboard for the two men. “I’m telling you, it doesn’t make any sense, we have to go back and observe it there!” The younger man tossed a stack of papers onto a table, which were quickly gathered and set aside by a young Nagadan boy. Hundreds of locals worked in and around the base doing menial work, earning extra money which could be spent at the fort’s exchange.

The older man threw up his hands in despair. “Henry, we spent five days there and you could probably spend five thousand! I’m telling you, the spheres represent the elements in a universal language. The fact that there’s one hundred and forty-six of them should be wonder enough, given we have only begun to experiment with uranium ourselves.”

“Well that’s just great, Doc, but I don’t speak ARSENIC.” Indy sighed. “Hey, Bra’tac! Who’s this?”

“Greetings, Indiana. This is Undersecretary White, of…” he looked at the man.

“Oh, Florida.” White stepped forward to shake the hands of the two men. “It’s a pleasure to meet both of you, I read every report you’ve sent back to earth.” He looked around. “So what’s all this?”

“Heliopolis.” Indy dropped himself into a chair and put his feet on a stool, grabbing a clay cup filled with water. “The secrets of life, the universe… whatever. Or maybe just ten thousand years of graffiti.”

“I highly doubt that is the case.” Einstein shook his head. “The problem is the language is just… alien.”

“Well then, I’ve got some good news for you.” White opened his briefcase and handed Indy a folio. “You’re going on a vacation.”

“A what? Where?” Indy grabbed at the document. “I can’t get much further away from home than I already am.”

“Chicago.” White cleared his throat. “They’re having some gala museum show about that salvaged Egyptian dig. We need you to show up and talk about the work you’ve been doing identifying Indian artifacts at our dig site, and how you’re going to be putting together a collection to donate.”

“That’s… why?” He raised an eyebrow.

“All part of the cover, Doctor Jones. The more Hawthorne looks like a mining town, the less anyone will wonder about the secret behind Americite.” The undersecretary looked grave. “These orders came from General Groves, and the way he gave them to me didn’t seem like they should be ignored.”

“I’ll bet.” Indy flipped through the papers and grabbed the invitation. “Hey, it says I get to bring a guest. You wanna go, Doc?”

“Nien, Henry.” Einstein laughed. “I am going to the Tollan planet in a few days, remember? They think my eyes might spot a thing or two which could be of use.”

“Right. Well, nuts. How about you, Bra’tac?”

Bra’tac raised an eyebrow, and for a moment e hesitated, but he read the panic on White’s face and the mirth in his friend’s eyes. “I would be honored, Indiana.”

“I don’t think its appropriate for-“ White blustered.

“Now now, don’t worry, I’ll talk it over with Ernie and the Colonel, we’ll make it work.” Indy raised his hands to calm the man. “Besides, the Jaffa are our friends, sooner or later one is going to have to go to Earth. Right, Bra’tac?”

He nodded. “I have heard the workmen tell stories of places where one may go to… speak easily while listening to the Duke of Ellington. I would wish to see such a thing.”

“See?” Indy smiled. “What could go wrong?”

Ahernabe Research Facility, Hamburg, Germany

“Are you quite sure?” Seth looked over the intelligence briefing.
“One Hundred Percent, sir!” The young man spoke with a clipped, Prussian accent.

“Very good then.” Seth nodded. The young man clicked his heels and marched out of the room. “It seems we have another job for you Colonel.”

“Yes, Herr Seth.” The man smiled, the scar on the left side of his face contorting his flesh into a chilling grimace.

“This will require more discretion than some of your recent off world operations. The last thing we need is dead Englishmen with German bullets in them.”

“I will take ten of my best commandos, with zatnikitels. We will be like ghosts in London.” The German solider seemed to relish the thought.

“Excellent. I will continue overseeing the installation of the Eurondan fighter control system and the back-shipment of slaves, the Fuhrer insists the projects be completed before Fall Gelb.” Seth stepped closer, his eyes glowing. “You have three weeks to prepare your men, and a week later I want that device in German hands.”

“You shall have it, my lord. On my honor.” The man saluted.

“On your honor you will not disappoint me, First Prime.”

[Ilya Muromets]

Damn, Chewie! USMC-ized Jaffa with an awesome marching song. What an awesome way to start the story.

Indiana and Einstein interacting with each other is always a pleasure to read. Speaking of Indy, he's going to Chicago? With Bra'tac (imagining him in late 30s/early 40s style duds brings a smile to my face) in tow? What could possibly go wrong?

And is that German soldier in the last part Otto Skorzeny? I mean, it is a black ops job...

EDIT: Just removed the spoiler tags since, in retrospect, the scar across the face makes it obvious.

[Crazedwraith]

“See?” Indy smiled. “What could go wrong?”

Oh Henry Jones Jnr. Don't you know better? Don't you know any better at all by now?

[spartasman]

So Seth is a Gould, and Otto Skorzeny is his first Prime? I can't imagine Hitler allowing that to happen? Also, do the Soviets know about the stargate? I imagine that even if they couldn't get the info from the Germans, they could probably get it from Oppenheimer or some other American.

What sort of fighter will the Luftwaffe be fielding with the Eurondan fighter-system installed, ME 262s or a similar jet design would be seem most likely since all they would be able to design one more easily without crew compartments. And what are these slaves they talk about, Jews, or imported slaves from other worlds?

[Simon_Jester]

The Me-262 is out of the question; they haven't gotten the bugs worked out of the first prototype yet. Turbojet propulsion is still in its infancy, unless alien allies explain the tricks to them or supply them with equipment on a large scale.

If they do build a jet fighter, it won't look like the Me-262; there were features on the Me-262 that only existed because it was a first-generation design, and a very early first-generation design at that.

[Siege]

This story just brings a smile to my face .

Out of interest, does anyone have a quick link to the previous installment in the series? I remember reading the first chapters but I kinda lost track of it... And I'd love to catch up.

[CaptainChewbacca]

Out of interest, does anyone have a quick link to the previous installment in the series? I remember reading the first chapters but I kinda lost track of it... And I'd love to catch up.

Maya kicked it up to the Cleaned up Fanfics subforum, it should be somewhere near the top.

[Mayabird]

Out of interest, does anyone have a quick link to the previous installment in the series? I remember reading the first chapters but I kinda lost track of it... And I'd love to catch up.

Maya kicked it up to the Cleaned up Fanfics subforum, it should be somewhere near the top.

Yep.
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[Darth Yoshi]

Oh, awesome.

So Seth is a Gould, and Otto Skorzeny is his first Prime? I can't imagine Hitler allowing that to happen? Also, do the Soviets know about the stargate? I imagine that even if they couldn't get the info from the Germans, they could probably get it from Oppenheimer or some other American.

What the Fuhrer doesn't know...

But anyway, in SG-1 Set was a master at building personality cults around himself. Considering that he's remained hidden on Earth several thousand years, I can see him being subtle enough to subvert part of the Nazis from under Hitler's nose.

Actually, that makes me curious. Chewie, was there anything that prompted Set to hook up with the Germans?

[LadyTevar]

“See?” Indy smiled. “What could go wrong?”

Oh Henry Jones Jnr. Don't you know better? Don't you know any better at all by now?

But where would be the FUN without the joke? Besides, with an Egyptian dig, he might run into Salah, or maybe Marion and her son. That could be loads of fun in and of itself!

But don't call him Jr.

[CaptainChewbacca]

Actually, that makes me curious. Chewie, was there anything that prompted Set to hook up with the Germans?

Goa'uld seem to be able to detect stargates (Otherwise how did Hathor find Cheyenne Mountain). That, combined with his ability to manipulate human power structures made joining the german gate effort child's play.

[Darth Yoshi]

Ah, so it was a result of the successful gate programs. I figured that was the case, but wasn't sure.