Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I'm damn proud of it. Harry Potter wasn't all that great anyway. Starship Troopers was much better.
Author's Note: I'm back children. How did you fare with god-papa away? I'm sure that it must have been killing you to not be able to read anything new from the Freedom Writer.
AN2: Wow that was random. Anywho, I'm oh so terribly sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I just got back from vacation and I finally realized that I actually have a fan fiction that somebody might want to read. So, I decided that I should probably write up that chapter sooner or later. It turned out to be later but I'm saying that I opted for sooner so hop in, sit down and shut up.
August 1, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: Stargate Command: Level 28
The elevator doors opened and the occupants stepped out. Lieutenant Colonel Harry James Potter of SG-13, Former CAG of the Galileo and leader of the 66th Tactical Fighter Squadron "Galm" stepped out of the elevator dressed in his finest and cleanest second hand SG-Uniform. Only ten specks of lint could be found on the jacket and only twenty per pant pocket. He was rather proud of himself. He'd actually managed to wash them before he entered the mountain.
"Good morning sir," a face came out of nowhere. A cup of coffee was pushed into his face. Harry hesitantly took it and looked down at the face. It was Master Sergeant Walter Harriman of the Gate Crew. Harry started walking down the hall and Walter kept pace with him. "At O-Nine Hundred you have a briefing with SG-3 regarding their mission to P73-421. At Ten Hundred Hours the delegates from Maltia are coming to discuss the possible trade agreement. At Eleven…"
"Walter!" Harry cried, surprising several technicians. "What the hell's going on here?" he asked the eager aide.
"Didn't General Hammond tell you sir?" Walter asked confused.
"Walter," Harry said slowly, "Would I be asking if he did?"
"General Hammond is in Washington briefing the Joint Chiefs," Walter explained. "With Colonel O'Neill Off-World at the moment you are the highest ranking military officer on the base. General Hammond left explicit orders for you to be left in command until he returns tomorrow morning."
Harry stared at the Sergeant. "Is this some kind of insane joke?" Walter shook his head. "I don't do Base Command."
"It's in General Hammond's orders, sir," Walter said handing Harry a sheet of paper.
"Why does he seek to torture me?" Harry asked himself as he scanned the paper that detailed what Walter had already told him. He looked it up, down and turned it over. Surprisingly the words 'DON'T PANIC' were written in large friendly letters on the back. "Oh the day Kayla learned to read is a day of reckoning in everyone's lives," Harry said sagely. He turned his attention to Walter. "Alright Walter," he said resignedly, "What do I have to do first?"
Well, this isn't exactly what I had in mind, Harry thought to himself as he listened to scientist prattle on about Trinium samples on some random world that he and his team wanted to visit. He wanted SG-3 to go with him as added manpower. The sad thing was that Harry had stopped listening a while ago.
"Listen kid," Harry interrupted. The scientist fell silent and he caught the Marines' attention. "I understand that Trinium is a very valuable substance to us given its strength. I understand why you need the manpower. You have a go." Harry promptly stood and walked into his office. On the table was a commander's mortal enemy; Paperwork. "Oh god, I never had to deal with this on Orion." A thought occurred to him. "This isn't my job. Why should I have to deal with the stress?" He sat down in Hammond's chair. He fell asleep.
"Colonel," Walter said, tapping the man on the shoulder. Harry woke up instantly. "General Hammond said that you would fall asleep. You have a briefing with SG-5."
"Another one," Harry grumbled. "It feels like it's been ten minutes."
"It has been ten minutes."
"Damn."
Two Hours Later
"A trade agreement cannot be made whilst you continue to argue," an alien said to his colleague. Both were humans but Harry had a slight feeling in the back of his mind that they were Goa'uld considering how overdressed they were.
"You were the one that so blatantly refused our pact to unify our two countries!"
"That pact was absurd! You cannot possibly believe that we would…"
Harry leaned over to his aide. "Walter, what does their planet have that we might want?"
"SG-11 reported that their planet might have Naquadah deposits," Walter explained. "It isn't proven yet but the Maltian government refuses to let us perform further tests."
"What the hell?" Harry asked shaking his head. "This isn't my problem. Let's go," Harry said grabbing both delegates by the hem of their robes and dragging them down the hall. Walter followed them. Harry eventually came to a VIP Suite and nodded to the Sergeant standing there. The door opened and Harry thrust the delegates inside. He closed the door before they could attempt an escape. "No one gets in or out," Harry said to the Guard.
"Yes sir," the sergeant stoically. However Harry could have sworn he saw a small smile on his face.
"Colonel, we can't just leave them in there," Walter argued. His protest fell on deaf ears.
"Unscheduled off-world activation," a Gate Tech said over the PA. Harry sighed and walked calmly down the hall towards the control room. The Gate was active and the Iris was closed.
"What do we have?" Harry asked as he came up behind the Gate Crew.
"SG3 just dialed in," Sergeant Siler reported. "They came under attack by a group of Jaffa numbering six and are requesting backup. Sergeant Daniels is wounded."
"Send SG-2 and 12," Harry ordered. "Tell them we're on our way." Harry turned on his heal and rushed out of the room and down the hall.
August 1, 1999: Milky Way: P73-421
Alkesh swooped in as Gliders danced in the sky around them. SG-Teams rushed along the ground around a series of boulders. Staff blasts and bullets shot overhead as Alkesh energy balls exploded on the ground. Harry stomped through a puddle and ducked behind a boulder. He popped up and let loose a burst from his M-4 and a Jaffa fell dead on the ground. The Short Colonel then sprinted to another boulder where Lieutenant Colonel Dixon crouched.
"Hey Harry, nice of you to join us," Hayes shouted over the noise.
"You said there six Jaffa!" Harry screamed back. He popped up and fired three bullets at a group of Jaffa preparing to attack their position. "Where'd you learn to count?"
"The ships didn't start coming down until you radioed you were through the Gate," Dixon defended himself as he fired off the last of his ammo. "Some tells me their throwing this party in your honor, kid. You got those clips?" Harry pulled out several M-4 magazines and handed them to his colleague.
A Jaffa Squad stood up from behind a boulder and started towards the two Colonels. A Sergeant thoughtfully fired a LAW at them which detonated right in the center. The explosion killed all of the soldiers. Out of the corner of Dixon's eye he noticed a Jaffa starting to flank them. He stood up carefully as a Staff Blast shot towards him. Harry grabbed him by the vest and dragged him back down to the ground. The Staff Blast flew 'harmlessly' overhead.
"Thanks Harry," Dixon said as the two got up.
"Let's try not to make a habit of this," Harry advised brandishing his weapon casually. It quickly came down and let loose a stream of bullets. "Good luck Dix," Harry wished and rushed off.
Harry ducked behind cover alongside a Sergeant carrying a LAW. Harry stole the weapon from the soldier without asking and aimed it at a Glider strafing their position. He fired the weapon after a moment. The rocket shot forward and exploded on the right wing. The wing blew off and the fighter exploded on the ground a few feet from them. Harry tossed the useless weapon to the ground and fingered his radio.
"SG-2 Leader, is the Gate Secure?" Harry asked loudly.
"Sir, we've a ton of Jaffa moving on our position," Major Kowalski on the other side cried. "We won't be able to hold the Gate for long." Harry fingered his radio.
"It doesn't matter; we aren't going to be able to hold our position for that long." Harry fired his gun a few more times before screaming to the clearing. "Fall back!" Soldiers started bounding back as others covered them. Harry didn't leave until everyone else was out of the clearing.
August 1, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: Stargate Command
Two dead, eight wounded. That was the result of the rescue mission. There would no doubt be an inquiry into the mission. That's what Bureaucrats do; they don't give a shit when everything's going well but as soon as something goes wrong they through a hissy fit and criticize everything that the operation's ever done. Oh well, that wasn't his problem. The Gate had just opened and the three SG-13 members stepped through. Sure, they could criticize him all they wanted but they'd be hard pressed to punish him. Just try and find a man that doesn't want to be found in this Galaxy.
(End Chapter)
Well, I've had that one planned for a while. I will say right now that if you don't believe it head back to chapter one and re-read the Chulak scene. Major Kowalski is certainly still alive.
I know that I've been on vacation for quite a long time, almost a month to be exact. I had very little time with a computer to do my thing. My Uncle's like that. Even so this story should get a little bit more interesting now. I'll be addressing a lot of people's wishes in the next chapter. Remember, this is a Democrostory. The people get what the people want. Until next time!