For those of you who had read the story this one replaces things will be totally different in terms of plot and the quality of writing, I hope. For those of you who haven't read this here's the basic concept of the story as a whole. I'd like to thank Senrab Nomis for the Beta read and pointers, he is an astounding author and his story: The Ongoing Journey, is amazing, I encourage you to look him up.

As time goes on the normal team and staff of the SGC is beginning to get older, thus, the SGC needs to find new replacements. But for an organization like the SGC, efficiency is high on the list of priorities. So what they would need are replacements that can do the same job as the SG-1 before them, and then be able to do other things on top of that. All this training is expensive and time consuming, meaning the SGC would want a large return on their investment of time and resources. So, they choose younger candidates that have been chosen for numerous reasons and qualifications, so that they'll be able to stay a long time and do the job they would be trained to do. The names and personalities of the characters are based off of real people with slight changes to their names for the sake of their own privacy.

As usual, I do not own Stargate SG-1 (This should be implied, I mean there's a reason it's called 'Fan Fiction'), if I did the show would still be going strong. Anyways, enjoy the story.

The dust was thick, their sight was almost useless. But they just kept coming. White hot plasma rounds flew in from all directions at the surrounded team. Their Marine backup was dead, their bodies lying still against the wall of the bunker or spread out down the way they had come. Artillery fire shook the very ground as more dust fell onto their heads as the ceiling threatened to give way any second. The dull thundering of their loud weapons competed with the roar of the battle going on all around them. Death was everywhere, whether it be the shell plated enemy warriors or the armored Taur'i Marines and SG Teams. Their every breath came ragged in their chests as they choked on the smoke and dust. Plasma smashed into the sandbags they took cover behind and glassed the cover of the stubborn troops.

"Man they're everywhere!" Ryan yelled as his shotgun boomed out at a group of hostile troops charging him. Sparks and blood flew off their bodies as the AA-12 punched through their armor and bodies.

"We can beat 'em come on!" Randy yelled back, tossing a grenade, her last, down the corridor that another large group was coming through.

"We're running low on ammo!" Major Delrio called out as he ducked down to reload.

"Make each shot count!" Colonel Gage yelled back, firing his own XM-8 in a controlled burst into an enemy soldier as he leaped over a pile of rubble from the ceiling collapsing.

"Trust me I am!" Michael snapped back, firing his last weapon, his pistol at the incoming enemies.

Their situation was hopeless, they had little to no ammo, their backup was gone, their very position was threatening to topple down on top of them! Enemy troops were still swarming them from all four directions, and they were almost on top of them. The dark armor of the enemy troops was practically all they could see down those halls as the concrete corridor continued to degrade and pour dust and devris down on SG-1. They were dead, and knew it.

"We're not gonna make it are we?" a single concerned voice from Lieutenant Krissy Waters voiced as she looked Gage in the eye through his clear visor.

Each of them simply looked at him from their positions, their faces etched with fear, worry, and pain. Zach looked at them all, and brought himself to the indisputable conclusion that she was right. After all they had gone through, after all the near death experiences they had squeezed out of, their paths ended here. This was their last hurrah, their last battle. None of them wouldn't leave here alive. Gage looked to Jackie as she swallowed down her doubt as tears threatened to form in her eyes she nodded, accepting the cruel twist of fate.

"It's been an honor to serve with each and every one of you. Let's go down swinging."

Chapter One

Location: USA, Galveston, Texas, Texas A&M University at Galveston AKA Texas Maritime Academy

Date: April 12, 2016

Time: 0700 Lima

The humid air seemed to suffocate all who breathed it, the heat was quite burdening, especially in Navy White Service Dress Uniforms. But then again, the Corp could have them wearing their Dress Blues, then they'd all be suffering! The Lieutenants walked carefully down the line of Delta Company of the Texas Maritime Academy with eyes closely tuned to see anything wrong in the least with their finest of uniforms. Every one of the sixty plus Cadets stood at rigid attention, doing their best thousand yard stares, keeping their bearing as best they could. A single freshman, Midshipman Fourth Class Zach Gage stood in the rear of the large formation, focusing on not locking his knees and keeping his eyes glued to the back of his Fish Buddy's head so that his CO wouldn't jump him in front of the whole Corp of Cadets. It had happened to him in O-Week, but then again, it happened to every Fish during that brutal week of Hell orchestrated by men and women who had been through it already and were Hell-bent on making it tougher on the next group of Freshman to brave the gauntlet. It was cycle that would never end, and each time it simply got tougher and tougher, until one year a Fish would end up pressing charges for something or in a worst case scenario dying! It happened up at main campus in College Station before, but thankfully never down here in Galveston, where the exclusively Navy ROTC Cadets of the Texas Maritime Academy trained for a life at sea in the Navy and Merchant Marines.

The Lieutenants walked slowly by, scanning a pair of Cadets at a time, and then either called them out on a violation or simply moved on without so much as a nod or acknowledgement. Suddenly, Lieutenant Peterson stood in front of Gage, eye to eye, daring him to break bearing as he scanned his uniform, his CO MIDN 1/C Dennis, held his breath as the career Navy officer stared down the tall freshman. In that moment, nothing mattered, the heat, the humidity, all that took a back seat to holding his face's muscles firmly contracted as he looked straight ahead, not daring to move even a hair. The single drop of sweat tickling at his the tip of Gage's nose, refusing to fall, froze as if it too knew that the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. It was the longest ten seconds of the inspection, and then it was over, with a crisp right face Lieutenant Peterson moved on down the line to the next Cadet to be inspected. Gage's CO stopped next to him, nodded to him and then moved on as the Lieutenants finished their inspection.

"Excellent inspection Midshipman Dennis, Delta Company looks good," Lieutenant Queens said tactfully to the tall lanky Senior.

"Thank you sir," Dennis replied, saluting smartly, his voice filled with relief, the two Navy men returned the salutes.

"Delta Company, dismissed!" called out the company XO, a Junior this time.

As one Delta Company spoke up, "Dismissed, aye aye sir!"

The group of cadets took a single step back and then twirled around as one unit and then visibly relaxed as they were freed from the constricting stance of attention. The unit immediately spread out to either return to their dorms on the opposite side of campus or straight to the mess hall right next to them. Zach Gage stayed with his buddies and walked up the stairs and into the nice cool waiting room of the mess hall.

"Man, they took forever this time!" one of the Freshman groaned aloud as they took off their Combination Covers and tucked them underneath their left arms.

"What do you expect? This was the first time they've had us wear the chokers!" Gage's roommate, George Walker, snapped back.

"I don't get why they're having the LO's wear them, we're Merchies! Not Navy."

"Some of us are genius," Walker responded, taking out his wallet to grab his ID which the teller used to swipe and make sure that they had paid for their meal.

Gage turned around to look back at the conversation to see their Admiral inside talking with a group of uniformed officers, Air Force officers.

"Well maybe it has to do with them," Gage pointed out, nodding towards a pair of sky blue uniformed General officers being escorted by the Admiral that was in charge of the Academy. Their chests were completely filled with ribbons and commendations and their shoulders were decorated with the distinctive ranks of generals emblazoned by stars ranging from the one star rank of a Brigadier General to the three stars of a Lieutenant General. The Brigadier was a woman, she was about the same height as the man with her blonde hair in a bun low on her head. She was quite attractive, even with the looming threat that a person wearing stars tends to pose. The man on the other hand wasn't as intimidating, but he certainly looked serious.

His hair was gray, but his stance and build displayed strength and confidence. He was smiling and chatting it up with the Admiral with the Brigadier talking occasionally, but she would also look at him with a quick glance, as if she were analyzing something.

"Gage, come on man let's go, you know better than to stare at brass," Samson, one of his friends said, shoving him in the back really quickly to get him moving.

The nineteen year old cadet simply turned around and handed to cafeteria lady his card and was let on through to get his food. The guy was tall, one of the tallest in his company, and the tallest on the drill team, hence his spot in the front of the column whenever they were marching or spinning rifles. The few number of cadets that were getting food just kept going through the line, talking about whatever it was that they had on their minds, the group of friends walked on through the line, their posture a bit straighter, their chests out a bit a further thanks to the snappy white uniforms they now wore. Especially when the Marine Biology girls that they usually sat with were in line ahead of them.

"Wonder what those flyboys were doin' here," Gage grumbled as they got their food and gingerly set it down so that it didn't spill onto their crisp white uniforms.

"Beats me, maybe they're just here for the sights."

"This is Galveston, the only sights out here are nasty beaches and the ladies that walk them."

"Hey!" one of their fellow Cadets, a girl, snapped back at them.

"I meant that in a good way!" the same Cadet tried recovering before he received a slug on the shoulder that actually would have left a bruise.

"You guys are idiots," Gage chuckled at his friends, "Listen, I've got a Calculus exam to study for, I'll catch you guys later."

"What leaving so soon?" Samson said, holding his arms out as if he were insulted.

"You know how he is with Calculus," another of his buddies said back.

"Damn straight, that class kicks my ass," Gage said back as he took his Combination Cover and walked away to put up his tray. His buddies continued to talk as he walked out to see that the Air Force generals were no longer present and that he was pretty much alone in the waiting room. So he pulled his Cover onto his head and strode out the door. It wasn't very far to his dorm where he always did his studying so he quickly went straight there, trying to walk a little extra fast so that he could get out of the heat. He always, like any member of the Corp of Cadets, took great pride in the uniform he wore, especially when the girls tanning by the pool took notice of the six foot two Freshman walking by, that was the sailor in him taking over.

He and his buddies had a saying whenever they went to College Station and the not so sober girls there would fondle over their white uniforms and the College Station Corp would give them dirty looks they would say, "Allure of the uniform, charm of a sailor." It really got under the skins of those guys up at main campus so there was a conspiracy that the reason that Galveston Cadets only marched into two games a season was because they looked better, if they managed to stay on step that is. Being Merchant Mariners, most of the Academy wasn't true Navy, but they were treated like it. But that came with the bonus of nice navy uniforms.

Zach continued to dwell in his mind as he instinctively walked in the shade as much as possible towards his room. He carefully pulled out his wallet and ID card and slipped his card into the door lock and pulled it out within a second and the green light on the lock blinked that the door had unlocked. So he opened the door to see that the lights inside were on. This was strange, as he had left turned them off before he had left for inspection. He opened the door anyway, maybe Walker turned them back on or something, he shrugged as he walked in and closed the door.

"Well took you long enough," a loud annoyed voice called out from behind him.

Zach jumped and whirled around, not recognizing the voice so immediately assumed that the person's intentions for being there weren't friendly. But to his surprise and shock, there they were, the same two two Generals from the Air Force that he had seen earlier with the Admiral. The man was standing, his hands in his pockets, his stance a bit slouched and relaxed, a slight grin on his face at how he had made the young man jump the way he had. Now that he was closer to him he was able to read his name tag: J. O'Neill. That name didn't ring any bells with Zach, but it didn't matter. He snapped right to attention, remembering that regulations said you'd better snap to attention when in the presence of a superior officer regardless of branch.

"General sir!"

"At ease Cadet," the female officer said, she was not as tall as O'Neill, but certainly military judging by her posture and just the strength and confidence she seemed to display, but there was another air too her, she seemed to give off the sense of outright brilliance. He had sensed that before, in the presence of his Professors, who were masters of their respective fields of study. You can feel and see their knowledge emanate off them like an aura, and this lady seemed to give off quite an aura. Her name tage read: S. Carter, "I'm Brigadier General Samantha Carter, United States Air Force."

"I'm Major," the man said, emphasizing the 'Lieutenant', "General Jack O'Neill…same outfit. And you?"

"Sir, Midshipman Fourth Class Gage sir!" Zach responded, snapping to attention and sounded off loudly, much to the amusement of O'Neill.

"Indoor voice please," O'Neill politely said to him, but it was almost like he were speaking to a child.

"Son, what we're about to tell you is deemed Top Secret, any disclosure of what we're about to tell you and show you will result, in your case, a General Court Martial and then if found guilty, severe punishment," Carter said, her tone deadly serious. According to the upper classmen in his company, severe punishment meant death by firing squad. So his blood ran cold when he heard her last two words.

Gage furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, why were they telling him this? He had nothing to do with matters of national security. Especially ones that could get him shot for treason! But then he saw Carter pull out a piece of paper from a small briefcase on his bed and hand it to him.

"Sign that, if you want to hear more about what we're offering you," O'Neill said, his face was locked into one of the best poker faces he had ever seen.

"What is this sir?" Zach asked, taking the paper and reading it.

"A nondisclosure agreement."

"I won't be signing my life away will I?"

"Not yet," O'Neill replied, getting a nasty look from Carter, but O'Neill simply shrugged at her.

"You will be told what you have been selected for once you sign that sheet. At any time you can back out, but my guess, according to your psych profile is that you'll jump at the offer we'll make," Carter added.

After a moment's thought Zach pulled out the pen he always had in his chest pocket and signed his name. Carter took the paper back when it was offered back to her and signed her name as witness to his signing and then gave it to O'Neill.

"You already signed, why do I have to sign too?" O'Neill grumbled.

"You're the superior officer, Lieutenant General."

"Alright, now, time to show you what we're offering," Carter said in a snarky manner looking Gage directly in the eye.

"Offering?" Gage's voice was cut off when he saw light envelop his vision and then he felt his body ripple and simply go numb for a second.

All of a sudden, in a flash of pure white light he felt himself lose all sense of feeling of up or down, right or left, and was completely thrown off. But just as quickly he felt himself regain all feeling in his body and the feeling of orientation was returned to him. His mind and inner sense of balance was having trouble controlling itself as his center of gravity had been ripped away then returned faster than he would have thought possible. He blinked his eyes as he tried to regain control and saw that they were no longer in his dorm. Instead they were somewhere completely different. All around him was concrete, computers, large screens flashing who knew what, and bright lights. Not only was he somewhere else entirely he was no longer alone with the two Generals, instead, he was surrounded by uniformed soldiers working on the equipment in the room they were currently inside of. They gave the white uniformed Cadet odd looks but then got back to work, grumbling about something or other that Gage didn't quite get.

"Generals," an Air Force Tech Sergeant greeted the two officers warmly, "Good to see your mission was successful."

"Thank you Walter," O'Neill said, turning to Zach, "Welcome to Stargate Command son."

"Whoa, what just happened?" Zach asked as he stumbled a little, still attempting to regain his composure.

"You were transported here via beaming technology, this is just one of many technologies the SGC has attained in the past few decades. As you'll see in the briefing the Air Force has made huge advancements thanks to the procurement of alien technology," Carter explained as she led the way out of the room.

"Oh shit," O'Neill groaned stopping in his tracks.

"Sir?" Carter asked, a bit concerned, yet more curious.

"I forgot my hat."

"I'm sure Walter can just beam it right out sir, this way please."

General Carter walked off, with O'Neill staying back in the transporter room to make sure that he got his Combination Cover back from Zach's dorm where he'd left it. Zach followed the blonde down a flight of stairs into a large room that had several other people, not people, kids, kids Zach's own age. Three of them had on military uniforms. And these kids immediately snapped up to attention, but Carter waved them down and walked out. Now one was definitely wearing an Air Force uniform judging by its baby blue color, this was the only girl wearing a uniform among the group, her brunette hair was in a tight bun as per regulations. She wasn't that tall, but she was definitely fit enough to be a soldier, or close to it. She seemed to broadcast one of those "I'm smarter than you are" type of attitude as she looked at the Navy uniform he wore and slightly smirked at him, thinking herself superior as many Air Force officers tended to do. The other one was a really big guy, he wore the gray uniform of West Point, and his muscular build seemed poised to tear the fancy uniform to shreds with the slightest effort. His deep tanned Hispanic skin was another clue as to his identity, but when Zach saw his name tag he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Leo!" Zach greeted his longtime friend.

"Gage, wassup man, how you been?" the big guy replied and walked over and gave him a man hug.

"Still me man," Gage replied, slugging him on the shoulder.

"How's the Navy man, I see you've got the uniform."

"Not bad, what are you doing here?" Gage replied.

"Same you're doin' here I guess."

"Zach, Zach Gage?" a familiar voice said from behind him.

Zach turned to see a guy wearing a gray and blue Letter Jacket with a few different patches on it standing behind him, his eyes locked in a curious, almost unbelieving look. He was tall, his brunette hair long and nearly in his eyes, and he was most definitely not military. He was a football player, and his physique proved that. His body was lean and toned, just the right fit for a running back.

"Ryan? Ryan Forrest?" Zach asked, narrowing his eyes to try and get a good grasp on who he was talking to.

"I guess we do get to meet at last huh?" he said, shaking his hand firmly, "Your bigger than I thought you'd be."

Ryan wasn't as tall as Zach but he was close. At probably six foot or close to it he wasn't huge but he wasn't small at the same token. There were two other people there, one had on a JROTC uniform, which was covered in medals and ribbons for who knew what, Gage hadn't ever had much respect for high school JROTC, it seemed that it was too political and too much like a group of wannabes that wanted to wear a uniform and try to one up the football team. So he looked this person in the eye fairly closely until he heard him speak in a voce he recognized.

"Hey Zach, I guess you know me then huh?" the kid said, he had on the dark green of an Army JROTC with long black hair and was shorter than Ryan but was a whole lot skinnier.

"Michael?" Gage asked, he himself now getting very confused with all the familiar faces.

"What's with us all knowing each other?" a girl in the back of the room said, she was another person that Zach knew. Her name was Krissy, a good friend back in the days they were all on XBOX together. She had dark red hair that was combed neatly to the side with one of her green eyes being covered by it. Her features gave her a look of annoyance on her face that obviously hinted at the fact she was completely in the dark about this whole thing.

The very next person to step forward was the Air Force girl, she seemed to be quite smug about the whole situation and showed it.

"Well guess who I am," she taunted her hands held behind her back.

"Judging by the fact you are a girl, and that the first letter of your first name is an 'R' I'm guessing you're Randy," Ryan said with a hint of flirtation in his voice.

"Stupid name tag," she grumbled.

"I suppose that none of you know me?" the last member stated quietly and almost sadly. Sitting off to the side was a single young girl, easily the youngest of them, wearing a Harvard hoodie with her long blonde hair in a ponytail high on her head. She was shy, judging by her pensive body language when the group turned to look at her.

"I can't say I do, but I'd like to," Michael said, crossing his arms across his chest and stood up a bit straighter with his chest out.

"I'm Jackie," she said after smirking at Michael's vain attempt to flirt.

"I'm Michael, pleased to meet you."

But at that moment a single man dressed in a suit walked in with his arms carrying a laptop and a pair of briefcases awkwardly. He was a sturdily built guy, with large glasses that seemed to broadcast an air of wisdom to him. He also had a nice guy look to him, he was smiling as he walked in, and his tone of voice was nothing short of friendly.

"Welcome everyone, please, have a seat. There's a lot to do. Well, I'm Doctor Daniel Jackson, and let me be the first to officially welcome you to Stargate Command."

Alright, there we are, the first of my rewritten chapters. This story will be quite different from the previous version that I put out last time and I'm confident that this will end up being a whole lot better than I made it the last time.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this, because I enjoyed writing it. Now I know this sounds cliché but could you please review the chapter. I can handle criticism, be honest, tell me what you think. I will respond to you and address the point you make and ask for your opinion on how to fix it or make it better. How else will a story get better if there's no one to say anything?

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