Crygate: Raptor - 1

Crysis/Stargate Crossover

Three days now, three days of constant fighting and a revelation that would shock and change the world. Nomad couldn't believe how far things had devolved. It had started with a simple recon and rescue mission; find some archeologists, kill some KPA bastards with more bullets than brains, and get that nice promotion he'd been after.

The progression had been unreal. First Aztec gets wasted, then Jester gets torn up like a ragdoll, and finally Prophet went missing. The mission was gone to all hell by that point, and that's when it got bad. Nomad had trained for this moment, an all out war, but he'd never imagined that he'd be right in the thick of it from the start.

The peaceful tropical island turned into a bloody warzone out of his nightmares in a single night. Buildings exploding, flak and anti-aircraft fire everywhere. Bullets and tank shells flying over his head felt normal now. It was when he wasn't under fire that he suddenly felt worried. Nomad had no compunction about killing. It was his job. But to be so efficient had given him something of an aura around the other soldiers though, quickly he'd become a living legend as Johnson had mentioned on their way into the front lines.

And then he found them. The archeologists had found the impossible, and the entire island that had been a burning warzone was now a frozen wasteland populated by squid-like aliens who were keen on destroying everything around them… including the Carrier Battle group that had been whittled down to one crippled aircraft carrier… the same aircraft carrier under attack by a massive Alien Warship intent on turning Nomad into nothing but a dead legend.

Nomad wasn't about to let that happen – he'd fought too long and hard against these bastards to give up now. He raised the nuclear TAC Launcher, targeted into the heart of the Alien Warship and locked on. It had already torn the aircraft carrier to shreds and was the only thing between him and Psycho's VTOL, his only escape. Helena's modification to his Nanosuit had weakened the Warship enough to drop its shields, and it'd already taken four TAC Nukes.

"Finish the bastard off, Nomad!" Psycho's voice screamed over the radio. Taking careful aim, Nomad crouched behind a broken and burnt F-36 fighter wing that an Alien Scout had shorn in half.

Nomad finally got a good lock, and cursed under his breath. "Get off my planet."

The orange yellow glow of the unstable projectile the TAC launcher streaked up from the deck of the stricken aircraft carrier, flying up and disappearing inside the Alien Warship. Nomad held his breath as the Warship seemed unaffected, but soon enough the barest edge of light appeared out the few cracks the ship had. The nuclear fission of the weapon had done its damage and the Warship lurched forward, and slowly began to lose altitude.

Nomad's eyes widened as he realized that the Alien Warship was going to crash down right on top of him, so he did the only thing he could do, run.

Throwing the TAC Launcher to the side, Nomad switched his suit to Speed Mode, using the suit's power to accelerate his movements. He leapt over a burning box of ammunition and screamed into his radio. "Pyscho! Get me outta here now now now!"

"Keep your knickers on, mate! I'm coming in now!"

Psycho dropped the VTOL into position, Helena was behind ready to help Nomad into the craft which remained their only escape. He felt no hesitation for risking their lives to get Nomad, the kid deserved it after what he'd done.

The craft shook as Nomad's heavy weight jumped on board. "Punch it Psycho! Go Go go!"

Needing no other urging, Psycho slammed the afterburners on and the jets fired lurching the craft into the air. They'd barely gotten airborne when the VTOL shook from some kind of turbulence, and looking into the rearview camera, Psycho was shocked to see Helena hanging out of the back of the craft while Nomad struggled to hold onto her. The Alien Warship had exploded and created some kind of gravity well, it was sucking them in.

Psycho kept the afterburners at full, barely holding away from the certain death crashing into the water would have been.

"Come on you sodding piece of shite! Move!"

It was a long minute, and several times Psycho was convinced that they were done for, but as he eyed the altimeter, slowly but surely it began to rise, they'd made it. A signal came in, another Naval Battle Group was on its way and the war they'd started had just escalated again.

The VTOL began to fly normally, and Psycho called to the rear section. "You alright back there?"

Nomad came up along with Helena who looked white as a sheet, but still alive. "We're fine, how's fuel?"

Always the mission huh kid? "Another Carrier fleet is on the way, we've got enough to make it."

Nomad turned to Helena for a moment, then back to Psycho. "Get us to that Island Psycho, Prophet's still out there and he'll need our help."

Psycho hesitated a second, but then nodded. "You got it, kid, let's teach these alien bastards whose planet they're on." He turned away from the incoming Carrier Group and piloted straight for the Island.

As they settled in and began their approach, another signal came through. Despite Psycho's attempt to squelch it, a gruff male voice still came through. "Raptor Team, this is Sierra Golf Charlie, come in."

Helena turned to the communications panel and didn't ask for permission to respond, she just switched the panel on. "This is Doctor Helena Rosenthal with Psycho and Nomad, we've got information on…"

"The Aliens, we know." The voice interrupted and didn't seem surprised, which shocked the three passengers. "We've got reinforcements coming, prepare for immediate extraction."

Psycho wasn't the best at following orders, and he made it clear. "Bollocks! Just who the hell are you, Sierra Golf Charlie? How do you know who we are?"

Nomad stayed quiet, just watching the island coming closer, and listening to the voice on the radio.

"That's classified, Sergeant Sykes." The voice almost seemed amused now, and both soldiers paid attention. Their names were classified well above even the average command level officers knowledge. "Prepare for extraction."

Now Nomad raised his voice. "Extraction? The Carrier Group?"

"Not exactly."

The flash broke apart all sense of reality, Nomad was blinded by the sheer brilliance of it. He wondered if maybe they'd fired another nuke at the Island despite the fact that the last hadn't worked. When the flash abated, and Nomad found himself staring out a window to the planet Earth below, he realized that just like the last three days of his life, things had just gotten much more complicated

"Lieutenant Jake Dunn?"

Turning around at the female voice, Jake fell back on his instinct as he felt someone come towards him dressed in formal Air Force Blues. She was obviously command level given her rank insignias and medals, but what immediately struck Nomad was that she was older than she first appeared to be. She wasn't short, but at a few inches below six feet, she wasn't exactly tall. Her blonde hair was tied into a formal ponytail in her cap and she looked severe. With her rank now clear, Nomad realized that she was a Major General.

"Sir!" Nomad snapped a sharp salute, not sure of what was going on but knowing that the chain of command had to be maintained, even if she wasn't Army like him.

The Major General raised a hand and waved him off. "No formalities. This is an emergency situation and you have full authority to speak freely. I'm Major General Samantha Carter. I'm sure you must have a lot of questions and unfortunately we just don't have the time to answer them." She sighed, and then motioned down to Earth. "Yes that's Earth, yes you're on a space ship, and yes, we know about the aliens and the threat they pose. The reality is this is much more dangerous than you know and we're scrambling every available asset to defend this planet.

She moved over to the window and touched it with her hand. She seemed almost enraptured by the blues and greens below her. "There's a lot you need to catch up on and not nearly enough time. I hate to do this, but after the reports I've seen on your actions down there, I have no doubt you and your team be up to the task of defending this planet. You and your team have been reassigned to my command and we're sending you into the thick of things. Can I trust you'll get the job done?"

Nomad was shocked, where were Psycho and Helena? What about Prophet? This was like getting hit with a hockey puck at a baseball game it was so random. But Nomad was a soldier, and like any good soldier, especially one who'd tangled with these aliens and won, he was good at following orders. "Yes, sir."

"Good." Carter nodded once, and then hooked her thumb back to the window. "Now we're sending you back down there. You'll hook up with your team and our own special tasks group for an intelligence run on the Alien Mothership. We need accurate intel on enemy strength and capabilities. This is only the beginning Lieutenant, we're expecting a full invasion within weeks and we're going to need every last scrap of intel if we want to survive."

Nomad's throat dried, he recalled Helena mentioning something about the Alien Mothership giving off a signal. "Invasion, sir? There's more coming?"

Carter's eyes narrowed, and her skin paled just a little."The galaxy's at stake Lieutenant, but let's worry about the planet first."

"What about Psycho, and Helena? What about Prophet, sir?"

Carter drummed her fingers on the bulkhead and nodded. "Sergeant Sykes is already at the SGC. He's being debriefed by his government's officials there and will continue to provide support for you. Doctor Rosenthal should be reaching Area 51 by now. She'll be your liason with our own scientists on the problem. As far as Major Barnes…" Carter looked down the window to the planet. If she concentrated, she could barely see the little circle wher the Alien cryo shield blocked all transmissions. "We can't get a lock on him. We know he's inside that shield, but we can't get to him just yet. But don't worry, he's right up there on our list of things to do.

She tapped the side of her head, keying in a hidden radio. "This is Carter to Colonel Marks, Send our guest to the SGC for redeployment."

Nomad prepared himself for anything, but he still had to ask. "SGC, Sir?"

Carter nodded once. "Stargate Command. Your new home away from home."

Another blinding flash enveloped Nomad, and Carter was left alone on the ship. She sighed softly and ran a hand along the bulkhead. The General Hammond was old now, 15 years. She'd commanded it for 4 of those years before taking over the SGC. Now commanding the research and development division of the SGC under the IOA, Sam couldn't help but miss the simplicity of science.

The General Hammond may have been old by the new standards of the 305 class, but she was still spaceworthy and combat ready. These strange aliens had come out of nowhere, and Teal'c had sent a message through the stargate warning of more of them appearing on many Jaffa Planets. Whoever was behind this invasion was meticulous and patient. But with soldiers like Nomad, Psycho, and a few other names she had in mind, Carter knew Earth would be ready to finally stand united.

A/N: Okay, this comes from a simple plot bunny I had. I doubt I'll continue it but I just HAD to get it down on paper or it would have destroyed my fragile grip on reality. I may or may not continue it, depends on reaction.

FYI, Main characters would be Psycho and an as of yet unspecified SG character. Nomad's kinda… bleh