Stargate: Unity, 4th Series
Episode 3: An old Friend
Chapter 1:
Starts in General Landry's Office as he talks to the president over the phone.
7 days till zero hour.
"Yes Mr. President, we've began the constructions of the Mediterranean SGC, as soon as it is complete we will begin installing the very latest security measures over the entire complex."
"That's all very well indeed, Hank, but I'm sure you know that I have a gauntlet of minions here that inform me of things like that every day. I called to inform you that, and I'm sorry about this, but you will no longer be serving on the US Air force." Replied President Haze with his southerly accent.
Landry was in complete shock; he never even saw it coming. "Yes Mr President. I understand." Even though he didn't understand, he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Well actually what I should have said was that you are going to be the commander of the new Mediterranean SGC serving as a General in the new Tau'ri Army Core, or TAC as General O'Neill likes to call it."
"Thank you, Mr. President! I have to say you had me a bit worried there for a second." Came the voice of General Landry, Again shocked, but this time in a good way,
But before he could receive a congratulation from the president, the phone line was cut and all that was left was a long droning beep.
Not ten seconds later alarms went off all over the SGC, but this time it wasn't an unscheduled incoming wormhole as it so often is.
Landry rushed into the control room and asked Chief Master Sergeant Harriman; "What is it, Chief?"
"Earth is under attack, sir."
"Aschen again?"
"No sir, 1 Alkesh." After a short pause Walter cleared his throat, "Sir, the white house was hit."
"You're on in 5...4...3...2..."
Miss Julia Donavan quickly wiped the ruined mascara of her face and turned to the camera as videos of a Goa'uld Alkesh bombing the Whitehouse, in complete daylight, played on screens behind her. "The world is in frenzy," she started, almost crying, "Still no word yet as to whether or not the president is alive, but from these images it is clear that anyone in that building could not have survived, as an almost alien like ship bombed the structure and disappeared into the clouds. As of yet there has been no official statement from the pentagon or from authorities working on the site, they are all keeping very quiet and even some of my most reliable sources haven't said anything. They have however warned that everybody should stay calm and remain in their homes as a precaution, even though they say there are no longer any more threats."
"What the hell happened!" Shouted Jack, storming into a Pentagon briefing room. "Why wasn't the Whitehouse's shields raised and why the hell didn't we detect it before it got so close?"
All the technicians and military personnel in the room were too scared of Jacks rage to speak up, except for a one Major Davis, "Sir the latest current working theory is that the ship dropped out of hyperspace on the outer edges of the solar system then proceeded to earth with its cloak on. Since no hyperspace window was detecting in the vicinity of earth the Asgard clock detecting sensors were never activated and the ship was able to make it past our garrisoned three ships in orbit, undetected. It has however been confirmed that shortly after the incident the vessel escaped into hyperspace before any of our 304's could get to it."
"Incident? You call the president being blown up an Incident?" Shouted Jack, not actually angry with the Major, but looking to blow of some steam.
"Sir as tragic as this is, we can't keep quiet forever, we have to tell the world sooner or later."
"Rather it be later. How are we going to cover this one up anyway?" asked a technician, standing beside Davis.
Jack stood forward, preparing to give the second most shocking news of the day that the people in that room had heard. "We don't. I've suggested it to Vice President Bridges and he agrees. He's addressing the public in 3 hours informing them of the president's demise and scheduling a later conference 1 week from now that he will label 'Most shocking news conference since the out brake of world war 2,' in an effort to try and draw the largest viewer ship at the same time. In the meantime your jobs will be to prepare and roughly refine documents to do with the Stargate and prepare them for declassification. Make sure no information that could drastically jeopardize security is released. While the pentagon is focused on that, the SGC will be working on tracking down whoever is responsible for this."
Three days of searching later and still nothing has been confirmed.
"Sam, any news?" Said an enthusiastic Cam walking into her lab.
"Sorry, we just don't have anything to go on. Other than the fact that whoever it is has access to Goa'uld technology, and has a grudge against us, we have nothing. Even though that narrows down the list to a handle full of groups, we have no way of singling out anyone."
"Well that's something at least. What about the Jaffa? Have they heard anything yet?"
"Nothing worth reporting."
"Not looking good huh? Well 4 days till zero hour, when the world is going to be told everything, they'll also want to know who killed the president At the same time."
"I know, I Know."
"Colonel's Mitchell and Carter," came Walters's voice, ringing over the P.A system, "Report to the briefing room immediately."
As Cam walked into the room they noticed General Landry, Colonel Reynolds, Vala, and Tiel'c all staring blankly at the screen behind him with looks of pessimism, and regret.
Before he could turn around he heard the dismal, British-accent-like voice of Baal; "ahh Colonel's, how nice to see you again, it has truly been too long, has it not?"
"Well if that doesn't take the cake..." Cam whispered to no one in particular. "Didn't we kill you? I distinctly remember being there when you we killed you."
"Come now Colonel. Gods cannot die."
"True," Vala interjected, "good thing you're not a god then isn't it?"
"My beloved Qetesh, you wound me."
"Get to the point Baal! We don't have time for this, encase you didn't know – we are in the middle of a crisis." Shouted Landry, losing patience. It had been a long week, and it was only 3 days in.
"Yes I had noticed that actually. Quite a pity, he was a good president, I even voted for a second term for him a few years ago. That was the reason I contacted you, we have worked together in the past, and I have come to enjoy living on this back water planet so with that in mind I would like to inform you that the group responsible for this attack is the Lucian alliance, And I have reason to believe they are planning more terrorist strikes as we speak."
"Is that so?" Landry responded, "And you're just giving up this information... freely? No strings attached? How do we know it wasn't you that orchestrated the attack on the Whitehouse?"
"I am helping you out of the kindness of my heart."
"Hmm, yeah, for some reason I don't believe you," retorted Cam.
"Wait you actually voted? Is that even possible?" Vala replied, and then she turned to Landry with a inquisitive look on her face, "Can I do that?"
"I have become quite the regular citizen of your 'great' country, there was a time where I would have been disgusted by the thought, but now I find life quite peaceful. I am abiding by the laws, and so what if I am using my technological knowledge to build a small financial empire, I'm not hurting anyone."
After being quite for a few minutes, Carter finally put together the pieces. "Well after we shut down the trust a few months ago it was presumed that any Goa'uld left on earth would have no business here anymore and simply leave. But that's why you want to shut down these terrorist attacks isn't it? A stable America will allow you to rebuild a financial foundation to restart the trust."
"Look, Whatever the reason, you have to trust me. The Lucian alliance is going to attack again and soon."