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I sighed. It had been a long trip, and, stuck in the uncomfortable road APC, a painful one. "OK men, listen up" I shouted. The APC was filled with sweaty troops in full combat armour, giving the confined space an increadable stink, that grew as the klics passed. "As you know, our cease fire with the Bretons has ended." a murmour of approval swept though the packed ranks. I held up my hand for silence. "However, Command wants another cease fire as soon as possible"
"Whens the last time we listened to Command!" a voice shouted from the croud. Jeers and catcalls started, but I held my hand up, and it instantly died. "Command ants another cease fire as soon as possible" I repeated slowly the masses grumbled, "but" I pronounced. The troops suddenly looked very interested in what I had to say. "It hasn't been signed yet, and I doubt it will be before we reach the Breton stronghold we're travelling too!" Ironic cheers started, and this time, I let them go. High moral was better than absolute disapline.
Oh, sorry, I havn't introduced myself, have I? My name is Ice. Yep, just Ice. I was actually born with another name, but I choose this one for myself ever since I arrived on this godforsaken planet. My full title is 'Squad Commander First Class Ice'. I am 25 years old, in very good shape, if I do say so myself, and in command of the toughest, roughest squadren in the entire world. Literally. PS593 was what the SGC called this place, just another statistic to them, but we who are stranded here, and have made it our home, call it Eutopia. Your probably wondering 'what the hell is this guy on about?' and fair enough. I'll go into a bit of background for you. You see, about five years ago, this huge stone ring was found by the US Government. Then contacted the best scientists in the world to find out exactly what the fuck it did. They finally found out that it was a gateway of sorts, a portal if you will, that allowed you to travel instantaniously to other planets that have these gateways. Funnely enough they called it the 'Stargate'. They put this group in charge, the SGC - Stargate Command. These guys built a large base underground, put the stargate in it, and poked their nose into everyother world they could find. They found friendlies and hostiles on different worlds, and managed to scrape through their missions, but they were primarily explorers. The Pentagon decided that they needed more firepower. Thets were we came in. There was a second stargate on Earth that we 'borrowed' to create a base on a uninhabbited planet. PS593 was chosen, and hundreds of black-ops troops were sent through, along with scientists, engineers, mechanics, pilots, doctors, and, believe it or not, farmers. our base was to be entirely self sufficient, as frequent use of the stargate could alert the SGC to our presence. Our goal was similar to the SGC, but different in that where the SGC were explorers, we were conquerers. We followed the SGC mission reports, and where they found strong enermy resistance, and had to fall back, we would follow with our heavy weapons, and tactics. It was going good. The technology we captured from destroyed enermies was modified by our scientists to make our soldiers and way of life better. Technologically advanced armour was made available, and is now standard kit. Nano technology is standardised. Projectile firing weapons are a thing of the past. Our bases and cities were powered by fusion power plants. However, the top officers here did not chose to realise most of our technological advances to Earth. All officers had a meeting, and decided that the advance would not be in Earths best interest. We realised why the Tok'Ra did not help Earth technologicaly, as it would devistate the economy, and the planet, as the perchance of war there is very high. Thats probably why th pentagon didn't try very hard to recapture the second stargate hen it was captured. it essensially left us stranded here, as we didn't have the codes to allow us safely through the SGC's stargate. Besides that, we had been trained all our life not to talk to strangers. We could still talk to Earth though, through the hyperware transmition we adapted from 'liberated' enermies. Then, disaster struck. A Goa'old Fleet arived to take care of business, as we were not protected under the alliance. They bombarded our major cities, and bases from space, then sent down dropship filled with thier troops. They had no chance. Our light armours (me included) attacked from the sky in strafing runs, and leaf frog manuvers, our mediums attacked from entrenched positions, and our heavies, well, what can I say. imagine a small base, bolts flying everywhere, then a airborn APC with six guys in heavy armour firing mortars, heavy chainguns, RPG's, and cannons lands right in the middle. Got that? now think of 20 APC's loaded with heavies. heh. We took care of them, then sent our troops to the carrier in the dropships. We managed to capture ourselves a Goa'old carrier! However, the captain had set a self destruct, but we manages to download alot of information about the ship before we had to bail. Our scientists siad they could probably build our own carriers with the information. however, the hyperwave transmitter had been completely destroyed, and after consideration, we desided not to replace it. Alot of the top ranking officers had been killed, as they were prety much all in the major bases when they were destroyed. This left the squad commanders in charge. With no higher ranking officers, any meeting we had devolved into shouting matches, as the equal ranking officers refused each others propositions with what to do. The once disaplined army evolved into a fuedal society, with squad commanders marking out territory as their own, attempting to get as many civilians inside the territory, build a base, and defend whats theres and attack whats not. I was Squad Commander of the Lightning Squad. It consisted of 200 troops, and 100 civilians. I had a small base near a river, supplied with fussion power, and defended with turrents and troops.
What we were doing deep within Bretons territory was attempting to destroy a large base of theirs...
Authors Note:
This is my first fic! what do you think? Please review, tell me what do you want to happen. What happens at the Bretons base? Should SG1 go on a check of PS593?
I sighed. It had been a long trip, and, stuck in the uncomfortable road APC, a painful one. "OK men, listen up" I shouted. The APC was filled with sweaty troops in full combat armour, giving the confined space an increadable stink, that grew as the klics passed. "As you know, our cease fire with the Bretons has ended." a murmour of approval swept though the packed ranks. I held up my hand for silence. "However, Command wants another cease fire as soon as possible"
"Whens the last time we listened to Command!" a voice shouted from the croud. Jeers and catcalls started, but I held my hand up, and it instantly died. "Command ants another cease fire as soon as possible" I repeated slowly the masses grumbled, "but" I pronounced. The troops suddenly looked very interested in what I had to say. "It hasn't been signed yet, and I doubt it will be before we reach the Breton stronghold we're travelling too!" Ironic cheers started, and this time, I let them go. High moral was better than absolute disapline.
Oh, sorry, I havn't introduced myself, have I? My name is Ice. Yep, just Ice. I was actually born with another name, but I choose this one for myself ever since I arrived on this godforsaken planet. My full title is 'Squad Commander First Class Ice'. I am 25 years old, in very good shape, if I do say so myself, and in command of the toughest, roughest squadren in the entire world. Literally. PS593 was what the SGC called this place, just another statistic to them, but we who are stranded here, and have made it our home, call it Eutopia. Your probably wondering 'what the hell is this guy on about?' and fair enough. I'll go into a bit of background for you. You see, about five years ago, this huge stone ring was found by the US Government. Then contacted the best scientists in the world to find out exactly what the fuck it did. They finally found out that it was a gateway of sorts, a portal if you will, that allowed you to travel instantaniously to other planets that have these gateways. Funnely enough they called it the 'Stargate'. They put this group in charge, the SGC - Stargate Command. These guys built a large base underground, put the stargate in it, and poked their nose into everyother world they could find. They found friendlies and hostiles on different worlds, and managed to scrape through their missions, but they were primarily explorers. The Pentagon decided that they needed more firepower. Thets were we came in. There was a second stargate on Earth that we 'borrowed' to create a base on a uninhabbited planet. PS593 was chosen, and hundreds of black-ops troops were sent through, along with scientists, engineers, mechanics, pilots, doctors, and, believe it or not, farmers. our base was to be entirely self sufficient, as frequent use of the stargate could alert the SGC to our presence. Our goal was similar to the SGC, but different in that where the SGC were explorers, we were conquerers. We followed the SGC mission reports, and where they found strong enermy resistance, and had to fall back, we would follow with our heavy weapons, and tactics. It was going good. The technology we captured from destroyed enermies was modified by our scientists to make our soldiers and way of life better. Technologically advanced armour was made available, and is now standard kit. Nano technology is standardised. Projectile firing weapons are a thing of the past. Our bases and cities were powered by fusion power plants. However, the top officers here did not chose to realise most of our technological advances to Earth. All officers had a meeting, and decided that the advance would not be in Earths best interest. We realised why the Tok'Ra did not help Earth technologicaly, as it would devistate the economy, and the planet, as the perchance of war there is very high. Thats probably why th pentagon didn't try very hard to recapture the second stargate hen it was captured. it essensially left us stranded here, as we didn't have the codes to allow us safely through the SGC's stargate. Besides that, we had been trained all our life not to talk to strangers. We could still talk to Earth though, through the hyperware transmition we adapted from 'liberated' enermies. Then, disaster struck. A Goa'old Fleet arived to take care of business, as we were not protected under the alliance. They bombarded our major cities, and bases from space, then sent down dropship filled with thier troops. They had no chance. Our light armours (me included) attacked from the sky in strafing runs, and leaf frog manuvers, our mediums attacked from entrenched positions, and our heavies, well, what can I say. imagine a small base, bolts flying everywhere, then a airborn APC with six guys in heavy armour firing mortars, heavy chainguns, RPG's, and cannons lands right in the middle. Got that? now think of 20 APC's loaded with heavies. heh. We took care of them, then sent our troops to the carrier in the dropships. We managed to capture ourselves a Goa'old carrier! However, the captain had set a self destruct, but we manages to download alot of information about the ship before we had to bail. Our scientists siad they could probably build our own carriers with the information. however, the hyperwave transmitter had been completely destroyed, and after consideration, we desided not to replace it. Alot of the top ranking officers had been killed, as they were prety much all in the major bases when they were destroyed. This left the squad commanders in charge. With no higher ranking officers, any meeting we had devolved into shouting matches, as the equal ranking officers refused each others propositions with what to do. The once disaplined army evolved into a fuedal society, with squad commanders marking out territory as their own, attempting to get as many civilians inside the territory, build a base, and defend whats theres and attack whats not. I was Squad Commander of the Lightning Squad. It consisted of 200 troops, and 100 civilians. I had a small base near a river, supplied with fussion power, and defended with turrents and troops.
What we were doing deep within Bretons territory was attempting to destroy a large base of theirs...
Authors Note:
This is my first fic! what do you think? Please review, tell me what do you want to happen. What happens at the Bretons base? Should SG1 go on a check of PS593?