C8: Reinforcements
0714 Hours 4 April 2014 (Military Calendar) (2251 planet side) / PX343, Countryside East of Republic City, Refugee encampment, Government Relocated Headquarters, War Room
James walked into what looked like this village's town hall. The area was filled with people talking to on the phone, radio and even on telegram. There were map strewn all over desks with military officers looking over them, making battle and evacuation plans. James and his team walked up the side of the stage and walked over to a large table with a map of the surrounding area of Republic City.
James was surprised that they hadn't been forced into prison cells, even though they had been arrested previously, the police and army were clearly in need of information. Chief Beifong had walked ahead of them and quickly had a word with a black haired officer in a red uniform. SG7 came to a halt in front of the large table; their weapons were taken away along with the rest of their gear. The chief turned around. "Wing Commander Anders, General Carter, this is General Iroh of the United Forces."
"Pleasure" James said as he let out his hand for a shake, which the General took firmly.
"Likewise Commander" He replied, turning towards Carter, who also produced a hand. "General" "General." She responded.
Then the chief spoke. "Now the formalities are over, I would like to get back to business." They all nodded at the Lin. "I have briefed the General over your, unique, situation. Initially he thought it as a joke, but seeing what technology you possess, we have given you a pardon." She said, though she didn't seem so keen on it, but currently she had more pressing matter than a couple of 'criminals'. "To put it bluntly, we have no idea how to deal with this foe, but you do, and we need your expertise on the subject."
James and Sam looked at one another. Sam spoke up. "I believe we can help, all I need to know is whether you have access to a high frequency radio array. Unless you have the gate with you."
The General shook his head. "I am afraid not, the only place you could find that would be the radio stations around the city or at the UF headquarters. May I ask why?"
"Reinforcements, weapons, vehicles, orbital bombardment and so on." Sam stated.
"Orbital Bombardment, like from space, like big honking space guns?" Iroh said with his mouth wide open. Sam smiled, it sounded like something Jack would say. The thing is, all members of the United Nations Stargate Initiative or UNSI had to provide aid, lethal or nonlethal, to repair or prevent any destruction or killing on any non-Earth planets if it was in direct consequence of any UNSI member, this included Russia. Therefore allowing Carter to promise the people of Republic city aid.
"Not so much big honking space guns but more big honking space rockets." Mac imputed, correcting the statement as C-305's fired missiles.
"By any chance do you have the gate with you?"
"The Xing Men? Of course, we have specialist tunnels that we use to evacuate pieced of cultural importance encase of invasion, we have learnt to evacuate all important pieces from museums after a group of, 'equalists', decided to decimated all things pro-bending." The chief said.
"Good, then you will get your aid." James stated.
1300 Hours 4 April 2014 (Military Calendar) (0437 planet side) / PX343, Countryside East of Republic City, Refugee encampment, Government Relocated Headquarters, Town square
The gate activated, the geyser of energy was emitted from the centre of the ring, it then formed back into a stable pool where the 'water' rippled. All of the workers in the town centre were shocked by the sudden release in energy. Sam grabbed the radio on her left breast and clicked the speak button. "This is Brigadier General Carter to Stargate Command do you copy?"
The voice came though her speaker. "We copy you ma'am, it is good to hear you, I hope you have some good news." Said Walter
"UNSI Treaty Level Black." She replied, obviously not wanting to say those words.
"Ma'am, please repeat, did you just say Level Black?"
"I am afraid so Walter. The Russians are attacking."
"The Russians? What are they doing there?" Walter said, confused, he shouted at a member of staff. "Get O'Neill on the phone, yes, Homeworld Command… UNSI Treaty Level Black… Patch Jack through." Walter went back on the phone. "I'll patch you into the General now."
There was a slight crackle. Then a familiar voice came on the line "Sam, what is going on?"
"Level Black, Sir." Sam responded.
He sighed. "Oh for crying out loud. Why is always the Russians, how did they even get a gate, I need details General, and please spare the science."
"I have nothing, I don't even know how they got here." Sam replied as she glanced over to General Iroh, who started walking over, his hands gesturing for the radio. "One second sir, some one wishes to speak with you."
"Put them on Carter." Jack said. Sam passed the radio to the local General.
"This is General Iroh Huo of the United Forces, who is it that I am speaking with." He queried.
"This is General Jonathan O'Neill of the United States Air Force and Commander of Homeworld Command, what information do you wish to bring to light?"
"General…"
"Please, call me Jack."
"Jack, there is a second ring on this planet. We found it within a glacier a few years ago in the local area, this gate was moved to a remote military facility for study, and a day ago we got information that it activated and that the base was compromised. We ask for assistance for we have lost our capital and most major military facilities fighting these, Russians."
Jack sighed. "By international law, I am required to accept this request. I will contact the IOA, my superiors and all available Earth Ships. One last thing, could you hand me back to Carter."
Iroh handed the small plastic device back to the General. "Sir."
"Sam, the next time you go off world, tell me, the paper work is going to be hell."
"Sorry sir, but Walter is doing a good job, and I left Major Frasier in charge, she will do fine. She takes after Janet with her level of stubbornness."
"Indeed General." There was a rustling of paper. "Thank you captain. Well it looks like you are in luck, you have the one C-305, and luckily for SG7 it is their good friend Robertson on the Marathon, he will arrive in six hours. We will send nonlethal aid and peacekeepers in four hours, you have done well General, along with SG7."
"Thank you sir." Sam said, quickly followed by a couple of radio taps from the rest of the team.
"Now you have fun, I am about to play politics. O'Neill out." The gate closed.
James let out a sigh of relief, along with all the others in the square, he looked around and his eyes met Iroh's, he walked over. "Sir, may I request some shut eye, we have been up for nearly a day, and I would imagine we will be aiding the peacekeepers when it come around to it."
"Knock yourself out commander, you aren't under my command, and there is no need for siring, just call me Iroh." He said producing a hand.
Anders accepted it and replied. "Call me James, I hope our time together will be worthwhile for both parties." He said, suddenly his train of though was broken by a loud noise.
"JJJAAAMMMEEESSS." Said a loud, but young boy, which meant one thing, Meelo. James took a deep breath and sighed, looking at the General who closed his eyes in understanding, clearly having met this boy before, as so he quickly backed off before he was dragged into it.
James turned about and was quickly tackled by the boy. "Hello, Meelo" James coughed.
"Mum look I caught a James."
"Indeed. Now that is what I call a tackle." He said looking over at Pema, who was shaking her head, but couldn't hold back her smile that was slowly creeping up her face. "Could you please get off Meelo, I have places to be." He said, but he too couldn't hide his smile.
"Awwww, come on." He pestered.
James got up but kneelt down. "I need some rest. I have been up for the past twenty-four hours; I think I am entitled to it. Plus I think it is a little past you bed time, it sure past mine " He said getting back up, ruffling the boy's hair. He walked towards one of the outlying building that SG7 had been allocated to get some rest.
He entered to building, which was a small hotel, and made for his bed, in room forty-nine. He was so tired he didn't even bother taking off his gear. He propped his head against the pillow, took a deep breath and slipped into a deep sleep.
James was awoken by a slight prod to his side. Instantly he rolled over. "Go away, I only got to sleep." He said, curling up to make himself more comfortable, though for some reason he didn't feel overly tired. He was prodded again. This time he opened his eyes to a bright light. "Mac if that is you, I am going to kick your ass." His eyes slowly adjusted to the light, and saw he was lying in a field of grass. He sat up, looking for the prodder.
"Good morning to you too." A woman said looking down at him. She had jet-black hair and emerald green eyes. She wore what looked like a biker suit, with an industrial era look to it; it was a dark red and had a gear on the shoulder. She had one had on her hip looking at James with some level of disbelief.
"Good day, um… Miss?"
"Sato, the name is Asami Sato." She stated.
"Anders, James Anders." He said to himself, smirking at the reference. He got up onto his feet and looked at the woman. "By any chance do you know were on Earth I am?"
"You don't know were you are?" She said, James just shook his head. "I guess I have to welcome you to the spirit world." A blank look was his response. "The spirit world, you know, the world where the spirits reside." She said, he just gave another confused blank look. "You have no idea what I am talking about do you."
"Right on the money." He said. "I am even more confused on how I got here. I was asleep a couple of minuets ago."
She looked him over. Asami was slightly confused by the strange equipment he had on, a L-shaped device on his thigh, a number of balls on his hip and what looked like an impossibly small radio on his left breast. "Follow me, I am sure Korra would like to talk to you, she the spiritual one."