Here we are again with another exciting chapter of something no one has ever done before. It makes me feel so good that I am the first to actually do this, and the support is better than I thought it would be to be honest so as a reward here's another chapter, and then a another right after this because I'm feeling generous. Enjoy.
Chapter 3
"Who are you guys anyway?" Jackson asked, attempting to gain some information on these potential allies.
"Who are we?" Sarge asked, clearly surprised that they didn't know who the Red Army was.
"Yeah, we've never met anyone at your current state of technology that is actively fighting the Gou'ald," Carter replied strapping on a uniform so that she would be able to fight her way out along with the rest of the team.
"You really think they don't know?" Carmen asked Sarge curiously.
"It's safe to say they have no idea what Red Army is, so yeah. I'll do it Corporal," Sarge said quietly.
"Ahem, I'm Sarge, our CO. We're the glorious Red Army, enemies of the menaces to freedom and culture..."
"The Gou'ald," Carter finished.
"No! The Blues!"
"…"
"The who's?" O'Neill asked, stepping forward.
"Oh come on man! You know the Blues! The enemies of everything that makes us Reds free and whatnot."
"I'm sorry, did you mean another faction that is just like you, but Blue?" Jackson asked, quite curious.
"Duh…" Carmen groaned.
"Some kind of civil war perhaps?" Daniel mused as he turned to Sam and Jack who just shrugged.
"We've been at war for years! Thousands of Reds have died to bring about the end of the Blue menace!" Sarge yelled.
"Uh Colonel, we have a problem if you guys aren't too busy we need to get out of here," Colonel Makepeace said stepping forward to break up the talks that weren't going anywhere.
"Yes, let's leave along with the glorious members of Red Army," O'Neill chanted sarcastically, much to the annoyance of the other Reds.
"Fine, we'll lead, we have better armor than you munchkins do," Sarge said stepping out in front of the SG teams to lead the way forward.
"Did he just?" Makepeace asked as the Reds shoved he and his men aside.
"Yes Colonel, he did," Jack said, dodging aside to let the massive figure of Agent Hawaii go through.
"Hey hippy!" Carmen yelled as she peaked around a corner.
"Yeah Carpy, what do you need babe?" the titan asked.
"Quit calling me that you overgrown pile of shark bait, take that Laser of yours and blow that wall open."
"You got it Carpy," the giant said attaching his small SMG's to his thighs and pulling his large bulky SPARTAN Laser onto his shoulder.
The Earth born humans stared as the large weapon began to glow at the firing end as a pin point red light shined on the wall and showed exactly where the man was aiming. The weapon began humming as the tip of the weapon began to glow red. Carter immediately put it together in her head.
"Look away, the blast might burn your retinas."
"Our what?" Jack asked, turning to look at Carter just as Hawaii discharged his weapon. A solid red beam shot out the end of the barrel about as large around as a barrel. The beam impacted the golden wall and in a split second melted it into vapor and detonated the volatile naquada in the wall supports in a magnificent show of flame and fire balls. The building itself shook with the powerful detonation as the Reds and SG teams stumbled in place.
"Wow," Carter mused, looking the handiwork of the powerful weapon.
"And I had it on its lowest setting too doll."
There was now a hole the size of a minivan in the golden wall that led right outside into the wilderness Hathor had built her facility in for the sake of protection. Trees and grass greeted them as the teams ran through the hole in their bid to escape while four of the Reds laid down covering fire with powerful semiautomatic assault rifles.
"Grif, Simmons you're the last out!" Sarge ordered as the four Reds took on several Jaffa who fired away with their staff weapons as they took cover as the heavy bullets struck their cover and in some cases them. Sparks spewed from the shattered metal plates as the four Reds, Grif, Simmons, Liz, and Lisa fired away. The Jaffa struggled to fire at the group effectively as they all escaped through the hole in the wall and made their quick getaway. As the last two Reds finally made their way out of the hole three of the SG Team members under Colonel Makepeace ushered them out and tossed a pair of grenades into the hall they'd just come from. Thumps and screams echoed from the building as the grenades went off and the whole group proceeded to run towards the Stargate.
"Hey Reds, watch this," O'Neill said pulling a detonator out of his vest.
In a single push of a button the group felt and heard the explosions of C4 behind them where the SG Teams had placed it so as to be able to block off any pursuit by the Jaffa of Hathor. The team of over twenty humans made a mad dash for the forest and finally made it to a well traveled trail the Reds had come on earlier. The SG Teams knew the way and knew their enemy and led the way toward where the gate would be. The forest was very quiet, and very spooky, which got under the more refined nerves of the SG Teams who knew better.
"Something's not right," O'Neill whispered as they continued their trek along the deserted trail.
"Colonel?" one of the SG Team members asked.
"We're being watched. Listen," O'Neill said, listening in on a few small little noises.
There were the occasional few snaps of twigs and rustling of bushes, sloppy, O'Neill thought, looking at the bushes that were a few meters away from the column. O'Neill pulled the charging handle back and aimed at the rustling bushes.
"Identify yourselves or be fired upon," he yelled, keeping his MP5 aimed and ready.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
A dark seductive voice echoed behind O'Neill, the group spun around to see several figures in what appeared to be similar armor to the suits the Reds used. But what stunned the group was the fact that they all wore armor colored in some form of the color Blue. None of the Reds fired though, and neither did the Blues.
"So these are the Blues," Jackson said, standing up.
"Yep," that same voice said from directly in front of O'Neill. At that moment a ghostly black shape materialized directly in front of the group, aiming her pistol right at O'Neill's face.
"And you are?" O'Neill asked sarcastically.
"Agent Texas."
"Excuse me, did you just say Texas?" Daniel asked rather curiously.
"I do believe she did," Carter replied in disbelief.
"Well it's possible that they're descendants of the Native Americans of ancient Texas, back then it was known as Tejas, which loosely translates to…"
"What the fuck are you babbling about?" another man asked a bit annoyed, he wore gray and yellow armor and held a large black assault rifle looking weapon at the Reds instead of the SG Teams, "My code name's Washington, big deal."
"What?"
"Yeah bro, mine is Hawaii, and she's Alaska," the Red giant said, "We're Freelancers, although I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't heard of us. You know the program being shut down oh…"
"Three years ago, in 2567."
"Oh boy, this'll get a little tricky to explain to Hammond, if we can get out of here," O'Neill groaned, contemplating the hours of paperwork these guys and gals would require once they got back to base.
Just then a loud horn sounded and the yelling of the Jaffa warrior became quite loud as the party of Jaffa grew nearer. The Blues turned and groaned at the oncoming Jaffa's presence. The Reds too groaned in annoyance, but the SG Teams instead readied their weapons and prepared for battle, surprising the Reds and Blues. But the apparent Freelancers stepped forward, putting their Red and Blue allegiance behind themselves and readied their weapons.
"Stay behind us. Reds take the left flank, Blues the right. You softies stay in cover, our armor can take the hits," Tex ordered coldly.
The Reds and Blues reluctantly took their positions and sloppily moved to each flank and prepared to O'Neill was a bit insulted, a bit dumbfounded, and bit impressed at the mass of armor and weapons that had just joined their side.
"Makepeace did you forget to have Colonel put on this uniform? I feel like I have to repeat that fact every few seconds."
"Sorry sir, maybe next time."
"Hmph, next time," Jack grumbled, taking a position behind the titanic figures in their armor.
"Let's move," Texas ordered, "Alaska, you're with me, we'll scout ahead, Wash, you and Hawaii clear the path forward of any hostiles we encounter, rendezvous at the ridge three hundred meters to the North. Synch?"
"Synch," all three Freelancers responded.
Just like that the two female Freelancers took off at a full sprint, with the jogging Reds, Blues, male Freelancers, and SG Teams right behind them weapons ready. Immediately they began hearing a lot of weapons fire emanating from the path ahead of them. Bodies of Jaffa began appearing, torn to pieces by the expert precision of the Freelancers. But a great many remained. The armored soldiers immediately engaged, bullets tore into the poor armor of the Jaffa and they began falling quickly. The Reds and Blues though weren't nearly as proficient as the Freelancers in their competence but got the job done. The expert commandoes and Marines in the elite SG Teams really felt left out of the fighting as they pushed forward through the main force of Jaffa. Dozens of the warriors were killed, a few fell after having the large sniper rifles the Reds and Blues used paint the forest behind them a bright red from the point blank rounds striking the fragile metal.
"Damn, those are some guns," one Marine whispered in quiet admiration.
"Thanks," Donut chirped up, "I thought it was about time someone noticed. You see Sarge, those curl ups did work after all."
"Dammit Donut," Sarge yelled, firing his powerful Shotgun into a pair of Jaffa who jumped up in front of him, "Your work-out routine is not proper battlefield conversation."
"But now will you consider making it mandatory?"
"Maybe, but we're not wearing those uniforms you designed!" Sarge growled.
"Aww…" Kate pouted, "I worked hard on those, they would look great, especially on you Corporal."
"Fuck those damn booty shorts Kate! I," Carmen yelled firing a blast from her shotgun, "am not," firing again, "wearing those!"
"Oh I don't know Red," Lea said, in a taunting manner, "you never know until you try."
"Bow chicka bow wow!"
"God dammit Blue!"
Just like that the column stopped, and the SG Teams saw right there what it took to set off the Red and Blue feud. The Reds immediately turned on the Blues, although it was piecemeal and disorganized but it was no doubt lethal. And the SG Teams were forced to duck down behind the closest armored figures for safety and were separated rather evenly in the process. Most of SG-1, O'Neill and Carter, ended up with the Reds, while Daniel ended up with the Blues. The two Freelancers tried to calm down the situation but it was too late. A three way battle had just begun and there really wasn't any way to stop it short of bringing in tanks.
Meanwhile at the Stargate, Hathor and a band of loyal guards had escorted her to the Stargate where it had been secured by a detachment of her warriors along with several staff cannon turrets that had been hidden most of their existence but now activated for the sake of security. Hathor could hear the rattling of machine gun and staff weapon fire in the near distance, interrupted by the occasional explosion of a grenade coupled with the screams of her Jaffa. She'd been most displeased with the untimely arrival of a group of unknown but powerful soldiers who had foiled her plan of infiltrating the Taur'i with a symbiote implanted SG-1 that would have given her everything she would ever need about the Taur'i to destroy them. But now things had taken a bad turn and she was forced to retreat to one of her few strongholds.
"My queen," one of her guards said, "the chapa'ai is ready for our departure."
"Very well," Hathor hissed looking out at the raging battle.
As the guard began to dial however, the Stargate flashed into operation, without any sort of warning from the seven chevrons that indicated its activation. A strange pure white light held steady in the Stargate, stunning the gathered Jaffa who had never before seen a Stargate do such a thing. But what came out was just as terrifying for them. Two enormous monstrosities of metal rolled out through the gate and rolled down the steps and forced the Jaffa back in fear the massive turrets scanned back and forth. The gate deactivated, and left the two tanks staring at the Jaffa.
"Destroy them!" Hathor commanded in fear of her own life.
"I wouldn't do that mate. Tangling with a pair of M808 Scorpion Main Battle Tanks will be the last thing you ever do."
How's that for a cliff hanger? Does it suck? Yeah probably but gotta give you reason to come back.
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