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Chapter Thirteen
If you had asked Ronald Greer five years ago where he would be today, he would never have said billions of light years away on an Ancient ship named the Destiny. But he was.
If you had asked Ronald Greer five days ago where he would be today, he would never have said leading a rag-tag team of escaped resistance fighters aboard the Destiny. But he was.
In fact, just the thought of being in control, making every decision which could result in life, death or capture made Sergeant Greer shudder. He had lead teams through the gate before; routine missions, scouting, even combat. But if he had fallen . . . there had always been someone there to pick him back up. Now there wasn't.
Live . . . die . . . success . . . failure. Life wasn't as simple as it used to be where he had hundreds of options, now it seemed like he only had four.
Four trained marines and two scientists against only god knew how many hostiles. Greer went back to his basic training. First step was always scouting. Knowing your enemy was one step closer to defeating your enemy.
Dunning and Greer had scouted the ship; too many numbers would have been easier to see so they went alone, just the two of them. They needed someone to stay back and babysit Rush anyway.
By the time they had come back, Rush and Volker had locked everyone out of the mainframe besides themselves, keeping complete access of Destiny without anyone realising; after all they did have experience on their side.
"How many are out there?" Rush asked blandly.
"Seventy, eighty tops from what we could see", Greer replied unenthusiastically.
"Well thanks to Anderson's quick thinking we have a Kino inside the gate room", Rush replied.
"How did he manage that?" Greer questioned.
"Smuggled it in Doctor Boon's legs", Rush smirked when Greer raised a questioning eye brow.
Well at least there was some humour left in the day, even if it was just the faintest trace. Greer discussed with the group that they would have to get someone into the communication room and access the stones. If they could do that, they could at least warn earth. Or at least find out who they were fighting.
3 Hours Later . . .
The solitary guard walked down the cold, confined hallway, looking straight ahead at all times. He turned around the corner and continued walking down the next hallway. A door opened to the left of the guard and before he could react, a large fist contacted his cheek and he was out cold on the floor. The assailant dragged the unconscientious form into the room that he had sprung from and quietly crept back the way the guard had come.
The communications room was empty, not a soul in sight. Greer and Dunning had carefully scouted the area for a few hours, paying careful detail to the guard patterns and change over's. And now, Greer stepped inside the room and headed for the stones. Carefully placing one of the crystals onto the board he found himself staring at a computer, in a warm room at Stargate Command.
"I need to see General Telford immediately, it's Sergeant Greer", he told the soldier on guard.
Greer got up and was escorted to the General's office. The door was closed behind him and he sat down, opposite the dark haired man.
"Sergeant Greer, what can I do for you?" Telford asked.
"Destiny has been breached by unknown hostiles", Greer replied blatantly.
David Telford sat up in his chair, more alert and serious looking than before. A frown came over his face and a crease crossed his brow.
"How could they possibly get aboard Destiny"?
"I don't know, sir. Everyone has been captured accept myself and a few others. I'm the commanding officer aboard for now, sir".
"There isn't much I can do Sergeant. The Langarans Gate could only be used once. If we dial again it could destroy the planet".
"I understand, sir. I just thought you needed to know that we might be finished, sir. They have superior numbers, and control over most of the ship".
"Very well Sergeant, good luck".
"Thank you, sir".
Sergeant Greer left the room and disconnected the stone. He was left sitting back aboard Destiny with a gun pointed directly in his face.
"Sergeant Greer", the voice said lowering the gun.
Now that the weapon was out of his face he looked up to see its owner, Varro. He turned his back to Greer and started to walk out of the room. Greer stood up and aimed his side arm at him.
"Don't take another step", Greer said coldly.
Varro stopped and put his arms above his head. He let out a deep sigh.
"How did you escape?" Greer questioned.
"I could ask you the same question", Varro responded.
"You're right, you could. But I'm the one holding the gun and my people have never tried to take this ship by force before. So answer the question before I put a bullet through the back of your head".
"You think the Lucian Alliance is behind this", Varro asked. "I'm pretty sure they got the message when none of us returned".
"Hey, I wouldn't put it past them".
Another figure passed around the door and into the room, his hands flying up in the hostage position. Jonas Quinn lowered his hands at the site of Sergeant Greer.
"Sergeant, he's with me", Jonas said.
"Well how about that? Two aliens just happen to avoid capture", Greer smirked.
"Yeah just an unlikely coincidence, I guess. But remember, you're an alien to me so it kind of works out", Varro suggested.
Greer lowered his weapon but kept it ready, just in case. He certainly wasn't going to trust either of them.
"How did you two stay free?" Greer questioned again.
"Jonas and I went for a run around the ship. When we heard gun fire from the gate room and saw the hostiles coming through the Stargate, we made a run for it. We tried to get down to the infirmary or bridge, but it was too dangerous. We decided to remain low, do some recon. It was Jonas' idea to use the stones to contact earth", Varro explained.
"Very well", Greer said handing Varro his side arm. "Jonas, you take the communication stones and follow us. And stay quiet".
"Where are we going?" They both asked the question at the same time.
"Myself, Dunning, Rush, Volker, Anderson and Quinn managed to remain unaccounted for. So far no one has found us but we have been limited to the far reaches of the ship. We better head back to the others".
"Dr. Lisa Park, original member aboard the Destiny, evacuee from the Icarus Base accident. So Dr. Park, do you want to tell me how to access the mainframe?"
After the infirmary had been taken, Dr. Park had been escorted to a holding room with a group of others. She managed quick glances at their captives but sore no discernible identification of whom these men were. Or what they wanted? She had been forced to kneel on the ground with her hands behind her head for half an hour before being singled out and taken into an interrogation room. The men had set up two chairs facing each other over a table. The interrogator had slid a glass of water, but she showed no interest in taking it.
"I have no clue", she answered innocently as possible.
The interrogator was tall with slicked back black hair, and the trace of alcohol on his heated breath. He learned in towards Lisa, harshly whispering into her face.
"My mistake, I asked the question like I was giving you a choice. Well I'm not", he said before leaning back and speaking regularly. "Tell me now or you will end up like your colleague Dr. Brody".
It was a complete lie; Brody was working on the bridge. But she didn't need to know that. Attacking a person's emotions was the easiest way to make them comply with whatever demands you had in mind. And the Trust only had one thing in mind.
Maxwell Douglas was an ex marine, black listed by the American government for certain, illegal persuasion techniques. He was recruited by the Trust; to infiltrate the Destiny, take control of the ships navigation and steer it back to earth. He was kept mostly out of the dark as to the reasons why they wanted the ship so much but he could guess. Destiny held great power, especially when it was fully charged. The technology and weapons were seen through the eyes of the Trust members as highly profitable and useful in the protection of earth, regardless the cost of human life.
But Max had no concerns for this. He was being paid an extravagant sum of money, enough to start a new life, and therefore, questions didn't need to be asked.
Lisa Park let out a slight whimper at the lie he had just told. She was cracking, a good sign. They needed the crew members to be co-operative in order to make the trip back to earth. So far there mission had gone off without a hitch; having lost only several casualties while killing only a few of the ship's crew.
The Trust had issued his men with a list of the high priority targets; Colonel Young and Lieutenant Scott, who would be taken out of the picture before their arrival, and several scientists who would be their key to going home.
"Alright", Lisa agreed. "I'll do anything you want".