MDAM- Hey guys, I'm back from my holid… *Cough* "Educational field trip" to the Alps, so I am back here with a new chapter. Note that I have redone chapter one so it is less off putting.
C3: Spontaneous
1346 hours 23December 2013 (Military Calendar) / United Kingdom, Dumfries and Galloway, Dumfries
It had been three and three quarter years since he had made that daring move in Afghanistan, detonating 10 kilos of PE-4 at a distance seen as suicidal, in the process taking out the majority of a Taliban fighting force. In his back was a bullet that floored him and what doctors' thought would paralyse him for life. For a little while it did, but not before he was honourably discharged from the RAF, the only thing he had been given was a small medal, the George Cross, a promotion to wing commander, and a pat on the back. After that he was shipped to this town in Scotland, where he was forcefully retired and stuck on a pension at the age of twenty-seven. Though he did do some work with his local Air Cadet Squadron, 1153 Dumfries (Second Dumfriesshire).
The bell rang. James walked over; he was wearing a pair of dark jeans, a green polo shirt and a pair of black wide sole shoes. He reached for the handle and opened the door. There standing in front of him was an Air Marshal in full uniform, his oxford leather shoes impossible bulled with a reflective sheen, his jacket and trousers were perfectly pressed, a crease so crisp use could use it to cut diamond. In his hand was a black briefcase. The man spoke up bringing his hand. "I am Air Marshal Robertson, you must are Wing Commander James Anders."
James grabbed the Air Marshals arm and shook. "That I am, sir. How may I be of service?" He said inviting him into his house.
They entered his kitchen. The TV had been reporting about the instability in Russia, there had been unrest in the Kremlin since the start of the protests Ukrainian capital of Kiev, the wall had pictures with him and some cadets at an athletic competition, with a red haired Sargent with multiple gold medals around her neck. The Air Marshal turned towards James "Mr Anders, you look well for a man that should be paralysed."
"I guess I'm lucky. Tea or coffee?"
"That wont be needed I have come to give you an offer. You have an impeccable service record; you always put your team before yourself. We need someone like you."
"Sir, if I remember correctly the RAF were the ones that forcefully retired me, You do realise that you basically just forced a twenty-seven year old out of the one job, now you are regretting it and you want me back, is that it?" James jabbed. "Would you be surprised if I said no?"
The man smiled. "I was pretty sure you would say that, but once you see what we have to offer." He stepped forward and placed the briefcase on the table. "You won't look back. All you have to do is sign this non-disclosure document." The Air Marshal reached into the briefcase and brought out some paper. He handed it to James with a pen. James grabbed it, he noticed the logos and signs for NORAD, the USAF, the RAF and NASA on the heading. James hesitantly signed the paper. He looked up and saw the man reach into his pocket and retrieve a small device with a button on it and pressed it. The next thing he noticed was a flash of white.
The white faded and the next thing he new he was in a grey room, the Marshall stood next to him "Welcome on board the HMS Marathon, the first C-305 built, it is a Carrier vessel, and the first British ship, and the ship that I personally captain." Robertson turned toward James, who was just staring into the vast void of space with Earth revolving below.
"Okay, I am on a spaceship orbiting Earth, a British spaceship. Well, here I thought today was going to be uneventful." He said not paying any mind to the Air Marshal. "I guess this explains the non-disclosure agreement."
The Air Marshal turned tapped the awestruck Wing Commander on the shoulder. "James this is not why I called you here, could you please follow me."
They walked down the long grey corridors, this place was massive. James could hear the humming of the engines and the commotion of the crew. The place seemed alive. They came up to a door and it opened to an office. With two leather seats a desk in the middle was made of wood and the room had wooden shelves. A complete contrast with the rest of the ship. The Air Marshal showed him to his seat. "I have called you hear to introduce you to something called the Stargate programme. In this you will lead a team of five, including yourself through this." The Air Marshal pressed a button and a volumetric display was created, in it was a ring object with nine chevron shaped objects, each of them had an orange crystal device inside. The lights began turning on and the inner ring began to turn and suddenly a geyser emanated from the centre before settling into a pool of rippling water. "With this device we can travel between worlds with a Stargate on the other side, our goal is to explore these worlds, encounter civilisations and through that we develop new technologies, such as the display you are looking at and the ship you are sitting on, Now are you interested."
"Am I interested? Sir, of course I'm interested, travelling to other worlds learning their ways and tech. When do I start?" James said in an exited tone.
"Thought you'd say that. Your mental examination sated you had always grasped opportunities." Robertson said with a smile. "As when do you start, a medical, intelligence and fitness test, I'll get you to meet your team. SG-7, welcome to the Stargate Program."
1230 hours April 4 2014 (Military Calendar) / USA, Colorado Springs, Cheyenne Mountain
SG7 was to his surprise his old teammates; Mac, Peter, Gwen and Ivy had all been brought over by the RAF to join the team, all of which joined without hesitation. James had proven to pass the tests without a hitch; all he had was a relatively high brain activity, though it was noted down for stress. He had above average intelligence and all of the effects the bullet had on his body had become nullified. He found that he had little difficulty with Ancient due to him learning Latin at school, which made his interactions with Ancient tech easier, though he also had the ATA gene, which was an added bonus.
Probably the reason I was chosen. James thought to him self looking over his results. He was sitting in the mess next to his team. Today it was relatively quiet, He had not yet been through the gate but tomorrow was the teams' big day. Though this wasn't the first SG7, but in fact the fifth team, he was hoping to keep it at that number. He took a sip of his coffee, and spoke up. "So it's the big day tomorrow then."
"Aye sir it is, felling my nerves tingling already, I don't know whether I am scared or exited, or both." Macintosh said. Keeping his eyes on the TV, many
"Or pumped up on so much coffee he can't still." Gwen joked, she didn't always speak up but when she did it was either to take the piss out of Mac, which was easy, or if it was actually important.
"Shut up Gwen." Mac replied.
"Well you shouldn't make it to easy. Sometimes I think you do it on propose." She snorted, her welsh accent was full of mockery.
"Weesht it Gwen." He snarled
Peter piped up. "Guys keep it cool we don't want a fight. I want to keep this day relatively peaceful."
"Unscheduled off-world activation." Walters voice said over the intercom system. "Wait, what, Unscheduled, on world activation? That cant be right." Then it cut off. The five members of SG7 looked at one another. Confused, they got up and ran for the control, as the only active SG team on duty and on Earth, it was their duty to report to the control room if anything went fishy.
They arrived to a frantic Walter and relatively calm Carter at the controls, SG7 walked in and saluted. "Permission to enter ma'am." James said
"Permission granted wing commander." She said quickly giving a salute before turning back to the monitor. Walter, this makes no sense unless someone has a DHD on Earth. And there are none to our knowledge. Plus a DHD is usually paired with a gate and can't be used on another." She stared at Walter
"Don't look at me ma'am, you're the expert on Ancient tech." He put up his hands in defence.
"Maybe there are two gates on each side, ma'am." James piped up. "The DHD connects the initial gate to one in the other system, whilst the SGC connects the other." James then walked over to the monitor. "And since this gate is designated for Earth it links to the priority gate on the other world and maybe the other gate owners want a connection between the planets secondary gate."
"Well, that's an interesting hypothesis as if the worm…"
"Ma'am no science please, simple soldiers here that would rather have a clear head for our big day tomorrow." Peter noted.
Then she smiled. Well this can be good, Peter thought. "Well seems your big day is sooner than you might have thought. SG7 suit up." She turned to Walter. "Get the techies to set up a MALP and a FRED." She turned back to the SG7 "Also grab the stuff from my locker, you might need someone to hold your hand." Then came the woosh as the Stargate came alive.
