Copyright: existing characters belong to MGM and the creators of the Stargate Franchise. Story written for fan fiction.
Author: lezaanv
Summary: "I am Major General Jack O'Neill, and my life, as I knew it to be, had altered into a cruel, and twisted Incursion. Colonel Carter informed me it would be like a flashback, but it felt like I was sucked into a black, empty canvas, coerced to observe the deepest recesses . . . honestly, if I continued writing, it would bemuse the living daylights out of anyone who actually read this report."
Characters: General Jack O'Neill, Colonel Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, Colonel John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Colonel Cameron Mitchell, General Hank Landry, and Vala
Please be advised: story has not been beta'd. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. They are unfortunately mine.
Prelude: The Intelligence Officer
Underground chamber – Russia 2009
Echoing footfalls pounded down the dimly lit corridor, as the anxious young analyst navigated his way through the secret vicinity. He took a sharp left turn and emerged into the operations centre through a double door.
Sounds of arguing analysts, typing keyboards and bleeping equipment instantly filled his ears, and his emerald eyes quickly absorbed visual and communications stations operated by Russia's finest intelligence personnel.
In addition to this, large flat screens streamed live satellite footage. A view of China's nuclear operations caught his attention, and then another display of his own country's undertakings.
Scanning the room from left to right, the analyst visualized the bigger picture he belonged to, until his eyes came to rest on an office pinned off to the far right.
A metal staircase ascended for eight feet, and then vanished into its wooden structure, and without further ado, he crossed the concrete floor, dodging gesturing comrades and heated discussions, and took the stairs two at a time.
Fumbling with a stack of folders in his arms, he managed to thud a few times on the door before the occupant inside permitted entrance. He turned the knob, opening the door with a toe stub, and quickly moved for the table situated to the left, scattered the manila folders on its surface and rushed for the centre of the room.
The sound of clicking heels resonated in the small office as he saluted his commanding officer.
"At ease Mestrovic."
He complied, relaxing his rigid posture.
"Is this the information requested?" The older man by the name of Dimitri gestured at the messy folders.
Mestrovic acknowledged with a curt nod.
"Good, show me general information." He motioned at the transparent board mounted to the left wall.
The analyst nodded in lieu of a verbal reply, closed the distance to the table in record speed, and grabbed for the closest folder. Shaky fingers peeled back the first layer, his right hand extracting a large photo from the contents inside, and proceeded to stick it onto the board to the left of the central vertical line.
For a few seconds, he studied the greying man in the image, mentally rearranging the information in his mind, and then swallowed nervously, as he tilted his head slightly to gaze at his commanding officer.
"Jonathan Jack O'Neill was born on October 20, 1952 in Illinois, USA. At a young age, he moved to Minnesota, and years later, joined the Air Force. This was during the Vietnam War."
The analyst paused briefly to gaze at the folder resting in his open palm, paging through up until he reached the desired sheet.
"Engaged in black operations until 1994 the year he reached Colonel Status, and disappeared soon thereafter, a decision based on the death of his wife and son. He later returned to active duty in 1996 to join the USAF Office of Special Investigations, Virginia, and in 1998, he was assigned to the Department of Defence, then moved over to the Pentagon where he has worked ever since."
Mestrovic closed the folder, placed it to the side, and grabbed for another. He extracted a photo, and placed it against the board, yet to the right of the vertical line. Next, he took a red marker from the holder attached to the board, pulled its cap off, and drew a line connecting the two photos. Then grabbed the folder once more resting it in his palm.
"Met Captain Samantha Carter in '98, in addition to her father, General Jacob Carter, and her C.O., General George Hammond, at an awards ceremony in Washington D.C – Colonel O'Neill and Captain Carter married in 2000."
"It is not permissible for American soldiers."
Dimitri raised an eyebrow at the nervous Mestrovic thinking the information was incorrect, but the young analyst remained adamant in his expression.
"Only when in direct chain of command." He replied. "With their job descriptions they don't coincide in any manner of speaking."
"Understood . . . carry on."
The analyst curtly nodded, swallowing the nervous knot in his throat.
"Colonel Samantha Carter has worked for NORAD, Cheyenne Mountain since 1994; which is a false identity. Her husband knows only that she is an astrophysicist in its deep space telemetry department. This is indeed a cover, as she has been a part of Stargate Operations since its initiation. During this period up until this present day, Jack O'Neill has climbed up the ranks until General Status, accomplishing some of the best work the Pentagon has ever produced. He has caught numerous international and national terrorists, and stopped many domestic bombings. Always seemed to have good Intel and a tremendous pit of resources he relies upon."
Mestrovic returned to the centre of the room signalling he had completed the task.
Dimitri thrummed his fingers on the desk's surface, their sound echoing tediously in the room. His one eyebrow raised in question as his mind mulled over the information relayed.
"All right. Appears you have covered the basics, but I need to know all before passing it on to the General."
His fingers halted their deed and the older man relaxed in his chair, hands now forming a triangle before him.
"Tell me why our government chose him."
"Da Ser." Mestrovic complied.