2009 Joint UNSC- Stargate "Camelot" Command Base

Nate's Point of View

Today was the day of this alliance with the military arm of the UEG's Earth. After the debriefing by Colonel Mitchell, I started to head down to the mess hall. Today the cooks were serving honest to God fried chicken. Not Meals Rarely Edible. Not some off world alien shit, but real chicken from a farm in Idaho.

As I headed to the mess hall, I bumped into one of the ODSTs. Supposedly they're one of the UNSC's elite troops. I quickly got my bearing straight and I noticed that she was a Lieutenant!

'Oh shit, I'm in trouble now.' I thought to myself.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I…" I started to apologize, but couldn't think of a proper apology.

"It's okay Private. It was an accident. To be perfectly honest, I was not paying attention either."She was a light blonde haired woman with icy crystal blue eyes and an upper-class English accent. Her hair was in a regulation bun and her skin was unusually pale. She is highly attractive, charming, and looks extremely cute.

Wait! What was I thinking!

"Name and unit Private?" She asks, bring me out of my stupor.

"Private First Class Nathaniel Meyer. United States Marine Corps. Currently under the command of Lieutenant Carter of SG-21."

She then extended her hand to me in greeting "Nice to meet you Meyer. I'm Lieutenant Farrington, 105th ODSTs. I hope we'll be able to work together."

I nodded at that because most of the other ODSTs I met so far are arrogant assholes, thus it was nice to have a change.

"The feelings mutual ma'am. Hope you have a nice day."

Wait, did she just blushed?

"You too Private." She said quietly. After that she continued on her way. She's a nice woman and is very beautiful… Crap, I'm falling in love with a superior. And a woman from a futuristic, alternative Earth at that.

Elizabeth's Point of View

After the briefing by one of the New Earth's military commanders, I was heading back to my temporary quarters to finish my paperwork, and then head down to the mess hall to get a quick bite to eat.

As I was exiting the debriefing room, I got hit by one of the New Earth's personnel.

'Bloody Hell' I thought instantly. When I got back up, I noticed he was a Private. He had ash-blond hair, dark grey-blue eyes, and is so handsome…

Wait what!

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I…"He started to apologize, but he stuttered.

"It's okay Private. It was an accident. To be perfectly honest, I was not paying attention either." I tried to compose myself, but I'll admit I feel like I had butterflies in my stomach. But I also know the rules about fraternization: Officers and Enlisted can't date.

"Name and unit Private?"I asked him, just in case he was late and I had to inform his C.O. why he was tardy.

"Private First Class Nathaniel Meyer, United States Marine Corps. Currently under the command of Lieutenant Carter of SG-21."

I extended my hand to him in greeting. Call it what you want, but being nice is not fraternization.

"Nice to meet you Meyer. I'm Lieutenant Farrington, 105th ODSTs. I hope we'll be able to work together."

"The feelings mutual ma'am. Hope you have a nice day."How sweet of him. I could have sworn that my face has a new shade of crimson to it.

"You too Private." I left in embarrassment. 'Nathan' I couldn't get him out of my mind. My word this is going to be much harder than I thought.

Nate's Point of View

I continued on my way to get some chow and at the same time get my mind off of the pretty ODST.

As I reached the entrance, one of my squad mates, Charles came up to me. Corporal Charles Williams or "Chuck" as he is known to close friends like me was a fellow farmboy but that was where the similarities ended. Unlike me, Chuck is a redheaded, green-eyed Baptist from Andrew, Tennessee. He is also more muscular and an Army Ranger of the famed 75th Ranger Regiment.

"Hey Nate! What's up?" He asked.

"Nothing new except an empty stomach" I joked.

He laughed. "Aren't we all?"

Two seconds later, my commander and my sergeant came to us.

Lieutenant James Carter is a brown haired, hazel eyed Army Green Beret of the 1st Special Forces Group and is from Corpus Christi, Texas. He was the same height as me, 6'1" and has an aura that he could inspire confidence just by his mere presence. He is married and has two baby girls on the way, twins.

Staff Sergeant Alexander Hale is your stereotypical Marine. If you had to ask me, he is also a guy you don't want to mess with at all. He is a Gung Ho, always ready Marine who also was in Force Recon with me. Unfortunately he was also my Drill Instructor on Parris Island before becoming my platoon leader in Force Recon and now SG-21. He has black hair, gray eyes, and is from the East End of Boston, Massachusetts with possible Irish ancestry. He was also rumored to kill a company size unit of Iraqi Republic Guardsman on his own during Desert Storm.

Do. Not. Fuck. With. Him. Or. Else. Perish.

"Meyer! Williams!" Hale's voice ringed out. "Don't just stand there. Get some chow before it's gone."

Chuck and I both looked at each other before heading to the lines at a full sprint and get some pogey bait into us before it disappears.

James's Point of View

"Don't you think you're a little harsh on them Alex?" I asked my second in command.

"No sir. When I enlisted into my beloved Corps we didn't need to stand and talk. Speaking of which I think we better catch up to them."

"I couldn't agree more."

We then rush to join them.

Nate's Point of View

Apparently some damn cook from the UNSC burnt the chicken to coals so we're having what they call 'Moa Steak'.

I don't know what the hell a Moa is, but it didn't sound appetizing. Well at least it's not Chili MRE's, flashbacks of ten missions with only that specific flavor of Meal Rarely Edibles running through my head.

Ugh.

After receiving the supposedly edible main course, mashed potatoes, green beans, an apple and A&W Root Beer I went with my team to go find a table.

It seems that the diplomats didn't count the seats correctly so we were stuck. Then Charles noticed that there were spare seats at a table with some ODSTs.

"Mind if we sit here?" Chuck asked one of the allegedly infamous 'Helljumpers'

"Yes we do mind." He replied snidely "Just wait five hundred years, go through extinction, and maybe… just maybe my pals and I will let you sit with us. Provided you become ODSTs of course."

"Corporal Shorts?" I heard Carter addressing the arrogant ODST and his buddies. "There is nowhere else to sit, so you will either allow us to sit down or I'm going to have to write you up."

"Fuck you!" He replied. It was now going to be a fight. He and his thugs started to get up from their seats when I heard a familiar accented voice shouted out, gaining the attention of the entire mess hall.

"WHAT'S THE BLODDY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"

It was Lieutenant Farrington and I supposed her second in command. She and her executive officer approached the table and the three ODSTs instantly stood at attention.

"Can someone explain to me what is going on?" She demanded.

Lieutenant Carter stepped forward. "Lieutenant Farrington? I'm Lieutenant Carter. Some of your insubordinate troopers apparently wanted to start a fight with us. All my team wanted was to find a place to sit since all of the other seats were taken."

"I see." She narrowed her eyes at her subordinates. "Carver, Evans, Shorts. As of right now you are confined to your quarters for the rest of the week." She ordered before adding "Patrick, please do escort our children back to their cribs for time out."

"Yes ma'am!" The second in command responded before turning to the three troublemakers and giving them a vicious tongue lashing.

Lieutenant Farrington glared at the three until they left and then turned back to face my C.O.

"I do apologize for the actions of my subordinates Carter. They along with many of my colleagues believe that you're primitive and had never faced a threat like the Covenant. I however personally don't underestimate the capabilities of the personnel of New Earth."

'That's okay Farrington."

"Please do call me Liz. We're the same rank after all."

"As long you call me James." My C.O. then faced us. We were at attention the entire time when Lieutenant Farrington shouted. "Liz, these are my subordinates… Staff Sergeant Hale."

Staff gave a snappy salute.

"Corporal Williams." Chuck was introduced next, and then it was finally me.

"And this is…" The Lieutenant started but he was cut off by the female ODST.

"Private Meyer."She nodded.

"You know him?" Carter asked, surprised.

"I bumped into her, sir. Literally." I explained.

"I see…"

"Well I do think you should eat boys. Your meal is probably cold by now."

"So Lieutenant, want to join us?" I asked, gaining glares from my team.

"Maybe next time Private. I lost my appetite after my subordinates' shenanigans." She declared before turning on her heel and walked away.

After she left we finally were able to eat. Sure it was cold, but I was surprised about how great the Moa tasted. It tasted like a strange mix of turkey, chicken and…beef? I wasn't sure but it was good.

Eventually though Lieutenant Carter asked me a question.

"So how did you meet Lieutenant Farrington?"

"Yeah, how did lucky you meet a hot chick like that?" Williams 'helpfully' added gaining dirty looks from both the C.O. and Sarge.

"Like I said earlier, I bumped into her. After the meeting with Colonel Mitchell, I was heading here to the mess hall and I guess I wasn't paying attention because I wanted some fried chicken." I started.

"You guess?" Sarge asked.

"Yes Staff. Well, anyways I wasn't paying much attention and the next thing I knew I bump into someone. I didn't realize that she was a superior officer until we both got back up from the ground. She then apologized herself, saying she wasn't paying attention either, asked me my name and unit before walking away."

The three slowly nodded and understood what I told them.

Twenty minutes later, we finished lunch and headed back to the barracks since we didn't had anything else scheduled for the day.

For some reason I feel sorry for the Helljumpers that tried to pick on us. I gonna bet that they are truly going into hell.

Elizabeth's Point of View

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" I demanded of my three subordinates "You are ODSTs. You are the best of the best yet you behave like children!"

"Ma'am, with all due respect," Evans started nervously. "Can we really trust guys from the 21st Century to watch our backs?"

I walked up towards him. I might be only a few inches shorter that this worthless arsehole but I'll be damned if he thinks that he could get away with it.

"First of all they're our allies, even if unofficially. Second, they may not have faced the Covenant but they have faced highly advanced alien threats that could of invaded New Earth," I could of sworn I heard a snort from Shorts, but I ignored it. "Finally, they are fighting for the same thing we're trying to protect. Humanity as a whole."

I took a deep breath before addressing the three ignorant blockheads in front of me.

"At approximately 02:00, we are going to go on a thirty-five mile hike. Until then, you are confined to your quarters at all times except for using the water closet or eating bread and water. NOW BUGGER OFF AND GET YOUR WORTHLESS ARSES OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

It was quite the scene to see how quickly they gotten out of my view.

I didn't mention that there was going to be a little payback from SG-21. Specifically Private Meyer himself.

The wankers are going to pay dearly.

Nate's Point of View

I wondered what my C.O. wanted now. It was barely an hour after we gotten back from lunch. I went inside his office and reported.

"Private Meyer reporting as ordered, sir."

"At ease, Private." I instantly relaxed and put my hands behind my back, clasping them.

"Lieutenant Farrington and I talked twenty minutes ago with Colonel Mitchell and the Master Chief about disciplining her squad. She suggested that a force march would teach them."

"But what does this have to do with me sir." I asked.

The Lieutenant gave me a mischievous smile. That smile is one of pranksters and it was usually one that General O'Neill uses when he wants to cause mayhem.

"The Lieutenant also wants to have a little surprise in store for them. Specifically a sniper with paintballs or simunitions."

I see where this is going. I instantly responded with a devious grin of my own. "When and where do I start?"