Author's note: I've been watching Stargate Episodes online since 2008 and when I saw the Battle of Antarctica, I was determined to write this story. Nobody ever wrote about the battles of the F-302s nor was there any real focus on non-main characters. So what I thought I would do is write this story about an F-302 fighter pilot, taking place in all major campaigns, starting from the Battle of Antarctica and building up from the timeline there. So... Enjoy!
PROLOGUE
Rakken was enjoying his meal, in a gourmet restaurant with his wife and two daughters.
"I'd have a… one of those soup things… whadya call it?"
The waiter only looked at him, confused.
"The ones with the shark fins stuff in them?"
"Shark fin soup?"
"Uhh… yeah," he said. Quickly he added in a, "I knew that."
As the waiter walked away he turned to his wife. She spoke.
"Today's gonna be a wonderful evening." Rakken smiled.
"Yes, it will," Rakken assured her.
They each put their hands on the table and tightly held them. All of a sudden his cell phone rang. He withdrew his hand and pulled his phone out. With obvious annoyance, he put the phone to his ear.
"Lieutenant Vatz?"
The sound of his commanding officer's voice, Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell, put him on alert.
"Sir?"
"Confirm Echo Alpha Romeo Tango Hotel Foothold."
"Copy Echo Alpha Romeo Tango Hotel Foothold."
"Report to Sierra Golf Charlie for debriefing. ASAP."
"Yes, sir."
Damn it. Today was their fifth anniversary… and he would have to cancel his vacation.
"Listen, I have to go, I'm sorry," he said to his family. She gave him a look that would stop an F-22 in its tracks.
He hastily walked out of the restaurant, eyes wide.
