STARGATE – AURORA

This is a Stargate fanfic, not my first fanfiction, but definitely my first venture into the stargate universe. So be kind! I am a die-hard fan of the Stargate series; I loved the concept, the character development and especially in the earlier series the very real sense of threat from the Goa'uld. I had some interesting ideas for a Stargate fanfiction a few years previous, but did not write at the time mostly because I was focussing on other ventures that I felt were a much easier option. But those ideas kept on coming back to me, demanding my attention and nurturing. And so here we are, I hope to write at least two new stories of the adventures of Stargate (each made up of several chapters), and add to the already incredible legend that is SG1. And depending on the interest from you the reader, I will continue to write as long as I can.

I am still just an amateur writer however; as such I would very much appreciate any and all input from you. Errors I have made, suggestions, questions, complaints, I want it all. I mean seriously guys the last thing I want to do is write something awful about a franchise that I love, so if this fanfic needs it, tear the shit out of it. Getting reviews are a great motivation for me, it makes writing so much easier just knowing that people are reading what I'm dishing out.

There are going to be some changes around here now people, don't expect a carbon copy of Stargate lore. Also there will be bad language, graphic violence and a perhaps even a romance part to this story. Because let's face it people, what's a story without a little life in it.

I really hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Ooh by the way, I discovered that there are a lot of fanfics about Stargate called Event Horizon, so I renamed this Stargate Aurora.

Chapter one – Part one

They were still talking, debating the finer details of the coming mission, mostly stuff about the planets necessary requirements that would ultimately decide whether or not to use the world PX0361 as a new base of operations. First Lieutenant David Netter had begun to phase out a little when his teams scientist attachment had stated that their team was to be tasked with collecting soil samples and making geological surveys for the coming two days.

Now, what seemed like an hour of boring as hell techno babble, Netter snapped himself to attention when he finally noticed that everyone else at the briefing table was staring at him… With great deliberation and careful manoeuvring he shifted in his seat, using his arm to cover his papers which he had been doodling on previous. A rather detailed illustration of a bikini clad Dr Birch that had held his attention for the first forty minutes or so among them.

"Still with us, I see Lieutenant?" General Hammond said, clearly frustrated to the blank expression that Netter was unconsciously presenting.

He quickly gathered his composure before answering. "Yes Sir, just thinking over Dr Birch's suggestions regarding the mission on PX0361, they seem pretty solid."

Standing at the far end of the table, Dr Marie Birch stood, clearly a little flustered and taken aback by the compliment. For the last twenty minutes she hadn't even been sure that Lt Netter was awake, but now he was sitting bolt upright giving her his full and undivided attention, acting as though he had been all the while. Although this was clearly all for the benefit of his superiors, Dr Birch couldn't help but think this was an improvement to his earlier undressing her with his eyes.

Colonel Enders, sitting opposite, watched Netter closely for a moment. His piercing hawk eyes that seemed to always look deeper that the surface of things, and then looked away. Netter held his composure as best as he could and put a substantial amount of effort into biting back a celebratory grin.

General Hammond's gaze lingered a moment longer before turning to Enders. "Once again Colonel, you and your men are to be tasked with providing armed escort for Dr Birch's team, from SG1's preliminary reports of this world there doesn't appear to be any kind of threat. But as always be careful. Have your men ready for departure at 1800 hours, dismissed."

Chapter one – Part Two

The mission briefing room of the SGC was without a doubt a favourite place of David Netters, whilst the interior was a dull mix of concrete and steel supports, the view from the observation window was mesmerising. As he looked down on the Stargate, the rest of the world seemed muted, less important.

Netter was a fairly new member to the SGC; he had only been made aware of the program a year previous when two suits had approached him in England, who had said they were impressed with his service record. They had then passed him a non-disclosure form and the promise of a job that was worlds away from what he was doing then. At the time he thought it might be an offer to join the fabled SAS, so without hesitating he jumped at the opportunity.

Shortly after he found himself alone with the two suits in the back of an empty C130 outbound to the East Coast of America, during which he was informed of the underground facility at Cheyenne Mountain, the Stargate and the newly formed policy of the Stargate program that allowed for international recruitment. A very select few personnel from the NATO member nations were being recruited to join the SGC. These people were mainly made up of Scientists, Soldiers and Doctors.

A year later, a fairly new member to SG4, he still found himself from time to time questioning the reality that he found himself in. just seemed pretty hard to believe… From being Royal Marine Commando to an interstellar soldier waging a war against the parasitic, power mad Goa'uld. Netter was so deep in thought he didn't notice that Colonel Enders was stood just to his right. Well at least not at first, but he was noticeably distracted by his thoughts.

"You had better snap out of it Netter, we move out in 15 minutes, the last thing I need is for you to be gathering wool on the job." Said Enders as he slapped a fresh magazine into his P90. "You hear me through that thick skull of yours?"

"Yes Sir, I hear you." Still facing the gate, Netter's hands crept over his gear, last checks to ensure everything that needed to be was there. Ammo, night vision goggles, mars bars, radio; everything seemed to be in order.

"You had better hear me now, I will only say this once, I have no tolerance for your bullshit. You will never again daydream your way through another mission briefing. Furthermore, neither will you waste the time of General Hammond"

Netter turned away from the gate and faced Enders. "Sir, there may be some truth that I was a little lax during the briefing, but I promise you... the very second we step through that gate, I will be a hundred per cent."

"Chevron Three locked."

As Netter entered the embarkation room he saw the other three members of SG4, Captain Andrew Davis and 2nd Lt Jacob Reynolds, both of whom were deep in conversation. All the while the stargate continues to dial up, with a few of the scientists listening in on the conversation between Davis and Reynolds.

"Now you have read the hitchhikers guide right? You know what it is?" enquired Reynolds.

"Chevron four, locked."

"Well I skimmed it, can't say I remember it well enough to recite the damned thing." said Davis, his arms raised in exasperation. "I don't get much off a chance to read these days, most of the time I'm off-world. You know, doing what we're paid to do, explore the galaxy… that and babysit scientists while getting shot at by the bad guys with glowing eyes!"

Ignoring Davis's outburst Reynolds pressed on. "Well if you know what it is then you see the potential of it as a new business opportunity, we go to all these worlds, strange planets and such. We start up a written record, of pretty much everything we've seen out there. Then what we do is find some computer guy to build us an actual hitchhiker's guide, right after which we sell the shit out of it."

"Chevron five, locked."

"Oh, find 'some computer guy' then 'sell the shit out of it'; you really have thought this through haven't you?" Interrupted Davis, saw Netter and waved him over. "You hear this Netter?"

"Yep, this seems to be a truly stimulating discussion, seems to me like a pretty good idea Reynolds, right up until you remember that all this is classified. Everything that happens here stays here."

"Yeah, but this won't always be under wraps, and when it finally does go public, I'm going to be one rich son of a bitch."

"Chevron six, locked."

"Right after you find 'your computer guy' that is." Said Enders, chuckling a little, as he sauntered over from the two scientists he had been talking to.

"Chevron seven, locked." The voice called over the speaker, immediately followed by the explosive initiation of the stargate. A great plume of blue energy funnelled out from the ring reaching almost eight metres across the embarkation room before falling back in on itself.

Before it the four members of SG4 and the six of Dr Birch's team of scientists stood, taking in the view for a moment, before making their way into the unknown.