"Thank you." West replied, tapping her comm unit. "SGC This is the [i]Tempest[/i], we have arrived at the designated planet, but we've dropped out of hyperspace in an uncharted debris field of..." She patched to the 302s as well, "Escort flight, see if you can ID the origin of the debris!" she ordered, turning her attention back to the long distance call, "Of unknown origin. The ship sustained some damage in a collision, one corridor was breached and we've lost power to some systems, including shield. At least one casualty, but we're capable of proceeding with the mission. Over."

“Copy that Tempest-” The voice was that of Cam Mitchell, temporary head of the SGC. “We’ll speak to Homeworld Command and get the navy to prepare the shipyard, your brand new Asgard Weapons are finished so you may as well get them installed. That is if you feel that you will need a dock to fulfill repairs or do you think it is just a simple patchwork job?” 

"I don't know yet sir, it's too early to tell, but from what I'm told we shouldn't even attempt to enter hyperspace at this time." Alexis reported, but was interrupted by the escort: "Ma'am, whoever they were, there isn't much of them left. Whatever happened to them left just charred remains. I can't say for sure but it doesn't look like anything in our database. It's neither Goa'Uld nor Ancient." West's eyes widened a bit in surprise, but she relayed the find to colonel Mitchell.

“All right Captain, we’ll have the Apollo standing ready to assist if necessary, make sure to have a look at the debris we’ve come across very few space faring races other than the Goa’uld and the Ancients within the Milkyway and the fact that this gate wasn’t on the Goa’uld cartouche there is a high chance they have never been there. See what you can find out, your mission orders still stand to check it out though if you feel it may jeopardize the lives of your crew you can stand down, repair and return home for full repairs.”

"I don't believe that's necessary sir. We'll affect repairs while the ground team does it's search and limp home once the gate is moved if there is anything worth returning back to. I'll see if we can find a piece small enough to bring it back for study. [i]Tempest[/i] out." West finished, instructing the gate tech to shut it down. "Well, I'm lucky that wasn't Landry on the line." She grumbled for herself, not really liking the man from what she heard of him. Then again, she thought that about O'Neill too. "Snipes, see if you can find a piece small enough to fit in the hangar. Don't stray too far, I don't need a squashed pilot to add to the list! The rest of you return to patrol." she barked.