Stepping through the stargate, O’Neill was reminded of the old saying, be careful what you wish for, because you might get it. Every planet he and the rest of SG-1 had visited so far had been almost eerily familiar. Trees, grass, sun in the sky, or clouds and rain, people who looked like humans, and who WERE human, descendants of the people taken captive by the Goa’uld centuries ago to seed other worlds. They could just as easily have been somewhere on earth instead of on an alien planet, and he’d found himself wishing that just once they could wind up somewhere that LOOKED alien…

Well, congratulations, here they were in a place so alien it hurt the eyes. Definitely time to don the shades. Vivid yellow sand stretched in every direction, as far as the eye could see, scattered with clumps of mostly broken bright blue crystals. If that couldn’t be classed as an alien landscape, he didn’t know what could.

And the weird part was, now that he was here, in the most alien environment they’d ever encountered, he would almost have killed for some nice, shady trees, green grass underfoot… All this yellow was just too much.


The End