The Mandalorian Meets SG-1: "Through the Gate, This is the Way"

 

Stardate: Who Cares, We're Using Stargates

So there I was, standing on P3X-887 (because apparently the Air Force ran out of creative planet names), watching Colonel O'Neill try to convince a Mandalorian bounty hunter that yes, we really did just travel through a magic ring to get here.

"It's not magic," Carter corrected for the fifteenth time. "It's a wormhole that creates a stable subspace connection between—"

The Mandalorian said nothing. Just that helmet tilt thing. You know the one.

Teal'c did his own head tilt. They were having a full conversation and nobody else understood a word of it.

"Are they... communicating?" I asked.

"I believe they are," O'Neill said, squinting at them. "It's like watching two mime artists argue about parking."

Then the little green kid in the Mandalorian's floating pram lifted Teal'c's staff weapon using nothing but his tiny three-fingered hand. While sitting eight feet away.

The weapon flew across the camp and bonked Teal'c gently on the forehead.

Teal'c raised one eyebrow.

The child giggled.

"Okay," O'Neill said. "That's new."

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