Chapter 37 Wolf Pack Part 1

The day was picture perfect as a convoy of seven vehicles moved down country road; the convoy was made out of four armed Humvees, two flatbed semi-trucks and a much larger semi pulling a silver trailer. As the Humvees moved down the road they passed by multiple farms, the corn was either being harvested or had already been.

"Shouldn't much longer." said the driver of the first Humvee as they passed by a tractor supply center, the American flag in front of it was as half-staff and the Ohio flag was even lower. By every house they passed, they saw American flags out and even a few had the Tau'ri flag beside the American one.

"The map says it should be about a mile ahead and to the right," said the leader of the mission as he sat in the front seat. There were only three people in the Humvee, the other one was standing behind him with his head out and his hands on the heavy fifty-caliber machine gun.

Normally American Army Humvees did not travel down roads in their own nation armed and ready for a fight but the cargo they had required it. They even had two armed predator drones flying over them to make sure it did not fall into the wrong hands. To most of the soldiers it seemed like overkill but they soon passed by the reason why the convoy had so much protection.

The house looked normal for the area; the oddest thing about it was the large number of firewood stacked up in the side yard. If it was not for the signs planted everywhere in the yard it would not have been worth a second look. There were multiple signs calling the government evil and proclaiming the Tau'ri alliance to be the beginning of the new world order. There was even one saying the President was the anti-Christ and that the Tau'ri was the work of the devil.

"Well not everyone can be happy with changes," noted the gunner as he waved to the old man who stood in front of the house. Instead of getting a wave back the man gave him the finger.

"Only half a mile now." said the Leader as he tapped the screen on his small computer. "Yes, here it is past the giant chicken."

"Giant Chicken?" asked the driver as they turned a small bend in the road only to see a tall ten foot tall painted wooden chicken standing in front of a farm. "Well that is something you don't normally see in New York City."

The convoy made the turn as they headed toward the tallest point in the entire area, the dump. The gates where opened for them as they moved up and toward a prepared position on the front side of the tall mountain of trash which had been built up over decades. Parts of the dump appeared to be a normal hill with grass growing over it but just under the surface was trash. The three semi trucks backed up to preplaced stations with the two flat beds on either side of the larger trailer. It did not take long to set everything up, the larger trailer opened up on the sides and back to show a strange looking device with three different nozzles pointing in either direction. A nequadah generator, which sat in the back, was turned on and everything was in ready.

"Let's get this show going!" yelled the commander as the head technician hit some keys on his command computer tablet. Instantly the nozzle pointed away from the two flat beds began to glow before rays of silver light shot out and hit the nearest mound of trash. Everyone watched as before their very eyes it began to break apart into nothingness. At the same moment the two nozzles which had pointed toward the flat beds began to glow. These two sent out their own light only this time objects began to form on the flat beds. It took only moments but soon the mound of trash had been transformed into two flat 10 ft. by 10 ft. by 2-inch thick steel plates.

"Amazing so this thing can actually turn trash into metal?" asked one of the soldiers assigned to protect it.

"In truth it can turn it into almost anything see this can change the arrangements of the atoms by adding protons, electrons and neutrons which make up the trash and turn them into almost anything." Explained the engineer who in truth didn't understand how it worked fully himself. "Then it projects them out and makes the item, as long it has access to raw matter it can make almost anything. These plates and others we make will likely head up to Lima to the tank plant and be turned into a new Leopard Tank or some other factory, I heard that multiple factories are being switched to war material."

"Why not just use it to make the tank right here?" asked the solider "Hell we can make a whole ship couldn't we?"

"No, some elements such as Naquadah and titanium can't be replicated in this method, something to do with the make up of the metal and both of them are key to our space crafts. Also the electronic parts aren't easily replicated either which limits it. The more simple the item, the easier it is to make." explained the technician, as more light shot out engulfing another mound of trash. "We will be using it to make parts which will be assembled together but right now the order is for metal plates."

"I see and how long will this take?" asked a solider

"To do this whole dump will take a few days but we will get tons of steel out of it." explained the technician. "That is raw war materials from trash, I call that a wonder all on its own."

"I guess." said the guard as he remembered seeing the starships over the cities of the world. "Can someone turn on the radio?"

It took only a few moments before someone turned on the radio, the news was the first thing they came across.

"There are record lines outside of recruitment centers across Eastern Asia and Australia. The Russian government is planning to hold a mass swearing in of new soldiers in Red Square at one local time." reported the woman over the radio. "We have reports of records numbers signing up for the Armed forces here in the states, some schools have actually closed to allow enlistments to happen at the schools because of lack of room at the normal station."

"I would imagine the fly boys in the air force are going to get a lot of recruits." laughed one of the guards.

"I would actually say the army, because likely most of this fight will happen in space and that will be the air force, so we will get all the people who want to go to war but don't actually want to fight." countered the first guard.

"And just look we will end up invading these stupid colonials for some reason." Said another guard as the machine kept working. Within half an hour the first two trucks where full of metal plates and pulling out just as two more arrived to take their place. All over the United States and around the world the same thing was happening as they began to gather resources for the fight. Those resources would be heading to countless factories all being retooled to make weapons and supplies needed for the fight.

Unknown to the soldiers in Ohio at that moment General O'Neill was actually looking over the reports about the amount of war material that the Tau'ri would likely get from cleaning up the trash dumps across the world. That was only one thing he now had to deal with, the plan for integration of all the different Earth militaries into a single fighting force originally had a 10 year scheduled. During that time they would not only get everyone up to speed on the same equipment harder still getting all the different departments working together. Now they had to do all that, while fighting a war, which would cause millions of more people to sign up to fight. With all that in his mind he looked at the wall clock. He had had a second clock insulted which was set to Celin time on Valhalla.

"Shouldn't be much longer." said a new voice as Jack looked up to see his old friend Dr. Daniel Jackson standing in the doorway.

"Space monkey how are you doing?" inquired Jack as he leaned back in his chair.

"Well I just got an email to help set up a show in the Smithsonian and other museum around the world about the Stargate and the role of Aliens in the Ancient past." explained Daniel as he sat down across from his friend. "I turned them down, I would be more helpful if I try to figure out Colonial History, maybe if I find some hard evidence we can convince them that they really came from Earth after they escaped the destruction of Valhalla or Kobol by the Asgard."

"I don't think anything will convince them of that, but it can't hurt what do you need?" asked Jack

"I need clearance to allow me to go to Valhalla, the commander of Valhalla said that the gate is closed to all none military personal." Explained Daniel as Jack nodded his head that was an easy thing to do. In fact, the commander should have just allowed Daniel to come; he was a member of SG1 and was no risk. "Have you looked over the military history of the Colonials?"

"Not really I have been kind of busy." explained Jack

"Well let's just say they are in for a nasty surprise with those Special Forces you are sending." stated Daniel "They have no real experience with what we would call Guerrilla Warfare, throughout their history in every war they have had two or more sides go at each other with standing armies."

"But they have terrorist groups and counter terror groups." Countered Jack

"They do but unlike most terror groups we have dealt with who strike fear to gain a political goal, colonial terror groups in general are attempting to gain land and grow an actual army from that land." explained Daniel as Jack rubbed his chin at the idea. "They are pretty much in the same mindset that the American Army was in before Vietnam, they are used to two sides standing and fighting each other. They did do hit and run attacks but always to gain the edge for a larger traditional offensive somewhere else."

"If that is true then they are in for an even worse surprise then I thought," admitted Jack as he also wondered why no one else had actually read the thousands of documents on Colonial Military History that they downloaded from the Colonial version of the internet. "So the Colonials are in basically a post WWII style of combat."

"In fact some of the methods they used in the Cylon war was more in line with WW1 than anything else." Explained Daniel "Some of the ideas of war we take for normal now like Blitzkrieg and striking an enemy deep behind their lines would be alien to them."

"Why?" asked Jack

"Look at their enemy, the cylons are basically walking tanks." Explained Daniel "So the only way they could take ground and keep it was to have ground troops move up with tanks on foot because vehicles would be huge targets."

"And a man can't walk as fast as a tank can roll." stated Jack as he leaned back in his chair. "Daniel can you write a report, I will hand it to the Army and to the World leaders."

"No problem." said Daniel as he looked up at the clock. "When does it start."

"Should already have started," confirmed Jack

At almost that exact moment a flight of Condor Bombers who had been waiting for the go ahead at Valhalla exited hyperspace just outside of Dradis range of one of the major colonial shipping lanes. Just like the multiple ship lanes on Earth's oceans there were certain paths which was used more often than others. This was the same only replace ocean going cargo ships with space ships.

"Damn look at all those ships." Said Andrea as her Condor moved into its standby position. Ahead of them a cloaked Owl was scouting out the what ships where there and which ones would be the first to be hit. On the radar screen Andrea could see 70 targets of all different sizes, maybe because it was space and if an accident happened there was no ocean to jump into in hopes of rescue but the colonials where traveling in convoys. To make it even stranger there was no sign of any colonial armed forces, no battlestars, no small patrol ship or even a single raptor or viper escort.

"They must think we are at peace or something." reported the copilot as the Condor extended it's wings to bring the missile pods into firing position.

"Or that we would strike at the route closer to Valhalla first." Said Andrea as she looked out at the cockpit window at the line of four bombers which had come to this part of the line. She knew that in other parts of the shipping lane other condor bombers would be doing the same thing she was doing. Sitting and waiting for an Owl to pick their first targets.

"Targeting computer is up," said the copilot as the Owl in front sent back the targets for her Condor Elsa's Revenge. The Owl had picked out 12 ships for her Condor to destroy, if the other condors had similar numbers of targets when they finished there would be 48 less ships in the convoy, the remaining 22 would be allowed to pass. They would hopeful save anyone who managed to survive the attack and they would spread word about the attack. Later attacks called for the number of ships to be allowed to escape to drop.

"Let's fire 30 missiles, some of those ships will require more than two to take down fully," ordered Andrea as the copilot/weapon operator nodded her head. It took only a few minutes for her to program the missiles so that they would hit the target they were supposed to hit. With that done she confirmed her readiness to the other Condors and as one they moved out against the helpless convoy, a pack of wolves heading into a defenseless herd of sheep.

The Colonials did not even see the Condors until after the missiles had fired and since FTLs cost a lot to put into ships and where seen as mostly pointless aside from Military ships few civilian ships had them. Almost all of these ships where long haul cargo ships which carried cargo from one star system to another. They had no FTL, they had no weapons and they could not outrun the incoming fire. All but one of the 48 ships targeted by the Condors took direct impacts from multiple missiles, the single ship not to had a someone on board who was smart enough to ejected the cargo containers attached to the side of the ship. The metal cargo containers took the blows not the ship itself. Still it was a good attack run for the Condors who turned and headed back for home, leaving the colonials to their fate.

Red and blue flashing lights began to flash above the police vehicle as the Delphi City police car rolled up toward a two vans and a small portable lift which sat under an overpass. A group of workmen where busy putting in a square metal box to the top of the overpass. They paid no mind to the police car or the other hundreds of cars which moved passed them. Only when the siren whaled did they pay attention, the crew stopped and watched as two officers in Police blue.

"What are you doing?" asked one of the officers an older heavier set man who seemed to be the senior of the two.

"Work order from the defense department." explained the head of the crew as he handed over a clipboard with the order. "We are installing bases and wiring for cameras, they are worried that someone might try to bomb it."

"How would a camera protect from a bomb?" asked the younger officer only to get a shrug.

"I just do what I am told." explained the head of the crew "We don't even have the cameras yet, we are putting in the bases and wiring and moving on. They are going to have someone else do the cameras."

"And pay them two times as much as they would pay us to do the same job." complained the woman on the lift.

"Very true, well everything seems in order." laughed the head officer as he landed back the clipboard and headed back to the cruiser. Neither of the officers knew that they were seconds away from death and that all of the members of the work crew where actually armed.

"Alright that was close." Said the head of the crew in their native Danish as the members of the Jaegerkorpset or Hunter Corps was not placing bases for camera but where in fact placing shaped high explosive charges on the highway overpasses. While destroy them would not cripple the colonial forces it would cause a major headache for bring supplies into 3rd largest city on Caprica. It would also force the Colonials to spend resources protected other highway overpasses and with 12 worlds worth of roads that was a lot of overpasses to protect along with bridges and railroad lines.

"Done." Said the demolish expert as she made sure the timer was set right. Once that was done she was lowered to the ground and the crew picked up the bright yellow cones which the colonials used instead of orange and they moved down the quarter of a mile to the next overpass in their stolen vehicles and repeated the process.

While the Danish where doing their work behind a mask other special forces where not trying to hid among the civilian work crew but instead they were hunting.

There where few overpasses on Aerilon, the planet was mostly flat rolling hills which reminded the group of United States Army Rangers of Great Plains. Aerilon being the breadbasket of the colonies was basically the middle west on a planet size scale. The fields of something that looked like corn went right up to the simple chain link fence which surrounded the factory. The factory itself wouldn't have looked out of place in the United States, the only thing that may have caused it to stand out was the armed guards which walked around the perimeter of the factory.

"So it is true, the colonials do have a business called Lex Corp." laughed one of the Rangers as he looked at the sign which hung by the main gate. It showed the company logo which had what appeared to be a bobcat of some kind with its claws out stretched.

"From the reports it is their version of a Colt or HK, this place is a major source of military assault rifles." explained the commander of the team as he looked down at the small computer on the inside of his forearm. It showed the location of all his teams, they had the factory surrounded and the night shift had been on for over an hour. "Let's move."

With that order going out the three squads of 8 men moved forward with an additional eight men squad watching the main road, this force was a reserve force in case something happen. The rangers moved forward and with quick bursts from silenced weapons, they brought down the small guard force and moved onto the factory as a whole. One of squads split up as two men moved toward the large above ground propane tanks which served as a backup power source.

"Squad one in position." reported the center Squad as they lined up near the front door.

"Squad two in position." reported the western squad as they moved toward the loading docks where large semi-trucks where lined up to take shipments of weapons to colonial bases around the colonies.

"Squad three in position." said the eastern squad, they were the smaller squad and their task was to take down the management building and the computers which were stored there.

"Three…two…one." said the Captain who was leading the center Squad and the entire mission as a whole. As one the Rangers entered their target, for the center squad they entered the main lobby which served as a break room. The room was empty aside from a cook, which was standing with his back to the door over a small oven. He turned when he heard footsteps, he had just enough time to realize that they were not colonials before a ranger put a stun round into his chest and he fell first onto the groan. With that done they moved through a small door and was instantly greeted by the sound of a factory. Machines where making so much notice that no one noticed the armed men as they entered and fanned out.

All around them machines where busy producing bullets as fast as possible. The sound the machines masked the silenced rounds coming out of the barrels of the rangers as they moved through the war factory clearing the place. Since this was a night shift there were fewer people than it would have been during the day, but there was still over a hundred people in the factory.

On the loading dock, there was no sound of heavy machinery to mask the rangers as they moved in. They were spotted right away and a yell came out, the workers had been briefed by management that the factory could become the target of an air attack but no one had thought that armed men could be storming the factory. It was one sided, the workers had no weapons aside from throwing stuff at the Tau'ri and with lift sign detectors there was no place to hide.

The third group had an even easier time, there was no one in the management building aside from a cleaning crew who didn't even realized that the Rangers were their until one of them had put a pistol to the back of his head and pulled the headphones out.

"We are clear here," reported team one

"Same here." reported team two

"Clear." Reported team three

"No calls on the radio or phones, look like it was a clean take down." reported the fourth team which was watching the main road. "Now get going we have twenty minutes."

The rangers went to work as most moved the stunned workers into the break room, while others began to place small thermite grenades into key machines. Moments after the rangers pulled the pin on the grenades, the thermite began to burn. Within seconds the burning metal destroyed everything within the machines making them useless.

A small group of rangers where busy loading one of the semi-trucks full of one of the main reasons they had come to the factory. This factory while on the small side produced some of the high explosive rounds which were designed to take down cylons, the Tau'ri wanted some to study and there were about to get a truck full. The last thing the rangers did was set charges on the already made rounds and set the timer for fifteen minutes, with that done and the entire factory still stunned they moved out.

Fifteen minutes later, the shipment wing of the factory which was far away from where the stunned workers where went up in a giant fireball turning the night sky to day, followed moments later by the propane tanks and the entire office building. Within seconds two thirds of the factory was a burning wretch and the 1/3rd, which wasn't, had all their machines disabled beyond repair. In all the attack had taken less than 45 minutes.

Thousands of Lightyears away from the 12 colonies of Kobol Lee Adama sat in small crew quarters on board the Tau'ri aircraft Carrier Yorktown which was heading back toward his home, a home it was now at war with.

"How could this have happened?" asked Lee as he looked at the other colonials in the small room. The Tau'ri had put them all into two small crew areas which shared a bathroom and was designed to hold 8 people. That meant that they had an extra bed but they all felt trapped, armed guards stood outside the door and they had been warned that if they tried to leave they would be shot. Lee had tried to talk to a ranking officer only to be told to fuck off.

"I don't really know," stated Dr. Jenny Oldstone with a yawn. "Sorry I didn't sleep well."

"I think that can be said about a lot of us," confirmed Doctor Baltar as he looked at the woman he was currently sleeping with.

"According to the news which they have shown they say that we nuked one of their worlds." Said Karl "If that is true then we deserve anything we get from that."

"And we would get our ass handed to us." Said Sharon

"These Tau'ri are monsters, I have looked through their history they have fought and killed each other in numbers that is unbelievable." stated Priestess Adrianna of the Holy order of Athena "They actually killed more people in six years of war during their second world war then we lost in all 12 years of the Cylon War."

"That only makes me worry about what they are willing to do." Added Karl

"They say on their news that their world "Valhalla" could possibly be Kobol and if that is true then they were trespassing on holy ground." defended the Priestess as Dr. Oldstone looked at her as if she was an idiot.

"Sorry but according to your own holy scrolls, we left Kobol over 2,000 years ago." countered the humanoid Cylon hiding among them. "If that isn't long enough to forfeit all claims to a world I do not know what is."

"We can't give up claims to what the Lords of Kobol gave us," countered Priestess Adrianna

"And how does your scrolls deal with what we saw, a whole population of humans in a different galaxy. War between the Tau'ri and aliens how does that square with your scrolls?" inquired Dr. Oldstone only to get a death glare by the Priestess. "I believe in hard evidence and the Tau'ri have it, you have nothing but a couple of old scrolls."

"We will have hard evidence when we win this war because we have the Lords of Kobol on our side." Countered the Priestess

"You are a fraken nutcase." stated the number six.

Lieutenant James Chontos sat in the back of a truck of some kind rolling down a road on Valhalla, his arms and legs where chained up and bolted to the bed of the truck. That amount of restraint did not seam enough for the Tau'ri who now had him and multiple other Colonials as Prisoners of War. The guards had passed bags over their heads, the thick black covering made it impossible to see out of but yet it was thin enough to allow them all to breath with ease.

"So where do you think they are taking us?" asked a woman to his right.

"Likely somewhere that they can shoot us in the back of the head without having to dig a hole." answered another woman, only this one was across from him.

"Well if this is Kobol, then at least we will die on holy ground," said a man near the end of the truck with a laugh.

"I would rather live." added James Chontos as the truck slowed down.

"Dialing the gate," announced a distance load speaker.

"Gate?" asked James to himself as the truck started rolling again. After a few moments, he felt something strange, it was hard to explain and it felt as if he had been dipped in a liquid of some kind only to come out seconds later. They rode for what seemed like another hour or so until finally the truck came to a stop. The sound of Tau'ri soldiers moving outside the truck caused him to turn toward the exit. It took only a few moments before the bag was removed from his head and he was unchained.

James got out of the truck to see that he and hundreds of so of his fellow Colonial POW where standing in front of a large open clearing. In the clearing other teams of Colonials, dressed in simple clothing with a bright red ban with the POW in white on it where busy setting up what looked to be pre made steel buildings.

A woman dressed in a Tau'ri uniform and flanked by two much larger man win full combat uniforms appeared in front of the new group.

"Welcome to Colonial Prisoner of War Camp 1." Said the woman "Now we don't have much time and since I am sure none of you want to sleep outside tonight I will make this fast. I am Colonel Chen of the Chinese People Liberation Army and I am the commander of this camp. You will answer to me and the officers and men under my command. I know some of you may be wondering why you don't see any fences or barriers which would allow you to attempt an escape."

James looked around and it was true, aside from a few guards there was no sign of this actually being a prison. No concrete walls, no razor wire or anything else, they could overpower the guards with ease if they wanted to. That is what made him nerves, the Tau'ri must have known that but yet they showed no fear.

"See, we are no longer on Valhalla, we are actually on the other side of the galaxy almost the same distance away from Earth as Valhalla is." explained Colonel Chen "If you were to attempt to escape in a Colonial ship, your grandchildren would have died of old age before you reached Colonial Space."

None of the Colonials understood how that was possible considering they had just been rolling down the road.

"There is also no human life on this world aside from ourselves and so you have no population to hid among." said Colonel Chen "If you want to go out into the woods to die, be our guest. In the mean time you will be doing what we tell you to do."

"You want us to be slaves!" yelled a voice

"Believe me, if we were doing this in the Soviet style you would be sitting somewhere like Siberia and if you didn't work we would shot you, instead we will allow you to work for us and we will pay you for your work." explained Colonel Chen as the POWs looked at each other. "You will not be making war materials if that is what your concern is, instead you will be mostly be cutting down trees and clearing land for future settlement of this world. All the money you make will be able to be used to buy goods such as specialty food, clothing and other items. You will still be able to practice whatever faith you want, however if you break one of our rules…lets just say you will not like what happens."

"Now lets get you all to work building your homes until this war ends." said Colonel Chen

The sound of a bullet striking metal rung through the air as two colonial Lieutenants stood on a raised platform to the right and above a large metal plat with multiple metal targets on it.

"Looks like a dead center hit sir." Yelled a man below the two instructor

"Alright do you see the sniper?" asked one of the Lieutenants

"Yes, looks like he fired way to soon." said the head Lieutenants as he got onto the wireless. "Frank move 7 meters forward and up to the small tree."

They waited, as the other colonial sergeant moved toward a small tree, lying in the brush beside the tree was a training colonial sniper.

"Sir, is this the spot?" asked Frank

"Yes." confirmed the Lieutenant as the sniper jumped to his feet and spun his rifle around and hung it over his shoulder.

"You did ok, when it comes to hitting your target but you need to work on your stealth." Said Frank as the sniper tilted his head.

"Sir, I never fired." answered the sniper as Frank's eyes widened as four more shots rung out in quick order. He suddenly found himself covered in blood and brains as the young sniper in training's head exploded in front of his very eyes. He turned stunned toward the other colonials in the field only to see that they too had fallen over with their heads missing. One of the two lieutenant had fallen over the edge of the raised platform to smashed into the ground.

"By the Lords of Kobol." said Frank as four figures rose up from the training meadow. These men where not dressed in colonial sniper core uniforms, they were not carrying any type of colonial weapon he had ever seen before. They were dressed head to what appeared to be camo of some kind, under it he saw Tau'ri style battle armor only these where painted green instead of the black he was used to seeing.

Frank was about to reach for his side arm when he saw that two of the Tau'ri snipers had pistols on him while another was walking up to him.

"I wouldn't try that." Said the man in a strange accent as he pulled his pistol out of the holster and after looking at it for a few moments he put it in a side belt pouch. "Now what is your name?"

"Sargent Frank…Na.." started Frank only to be stopped.

"I don't really care about your last name, now Frank do you want to know why your blood isn't spreading across the ground?" inquired the Tau'ri sniper. "Well that is because we want you to tell everyone you meet what happened here, tell them we are hunting them."

"Yes, sir if I may ask who are you?" asked Frank "I know your Tau'ri but…"

"We are British SAS snipers and make no mistake you will never see us again but you will know that we are here." explained the Tau'ri before he raised a different type of pistol and fired into Frank's chest. It didn't hurt like he thought a normal bullet would instead it felt as if electricity was running through his body as he fell to the ground.

Unaware of anything going on less than a hundred miles away from the Colonial Sniper school a group of soldiers dressed in full colonial army battle gear ran up a hill. This group had entered basic camp before the Tau'ri arrived and they would be the first to finish after war had been declared. Most of the men and women had not dreamed that they would actually be fighting against another human, cylons yes but humans no.

"Come on, we only have half a mile to go to the top!" yelled the squad leader as led his squad up the mountain road. Their boots pounding on the ground and their helmets bouncing on top of their heads as they moved. All of them where dressed in the olive green field uniform of the colonial army with their bulletproof vests over it all. They all had packs carrying everything that they would normally carry into combat.

"Sir, shouldn't we have passed any of the others groups coming down the hill?" asked a woman in the front row. "4th and 5th squads took off before us and we haven't passed them."

"They are likely getting a breather at the top of the hill." explained the squad leader as they rounded a corner in the road and saw that the pavement was covered with what looked to be red paint of some kind.

"What the frak?" asked the woman as suddenly the tree line to her right exploded with something that sounded like a faint popping sound. Next thing she knew she felt something hit her in the side just below the hip. Then another something hit her near the top of her shoulder. She looked around only to see her squad mates, the men and women she had been training with falling down with blood pouring from wounds. She tried to move only to have her legs fail her; she fell to the pavement which now slick with warm blood. Her face was to the woods that had opened up on her so she saw who had fired on her squad.

They seemed to have grown from the trees themselves, they wore different colored uniforms then she had ever seen. What stood out was that they wore the same type of power-armored exosuits over their arms and legs that she had seen the Tau'ri wear on TV. They lacked the helmets so she was able to see their faces, they were as human as she was but on their arms where two patches which marked them as her enemies. One was the Tau'ri flag and the other was the flag of the nation of Germany.

The leader spoke in a tongue she didn't understand as they moved among the downed colonials, every so often one of them would fire a silenced weapon into a downed colonial ending their already doomed lives. Others where shooting her squad mates with what looked to be energy bolts coming out of the end of a strange gun. They fired three times and then whatever they hit would disappear into nothingness. She watched some of the Tau'ri move down the hill, likely to another ambush location to hit the next squad coming up the hill on their run. There had been five squads which had gone up before them and their was six more coming up.

A shadow fell over her as she moved her head a bit to see a Tau'ri solider standing over her, his eyes that is what jumped out at her. They were the same color of green as hers, he gave her a sad smile before raising his weapon and pulling the trigger. The last thing she ever saw was the flash coming out of the barrel of a Tau'ri weapon.

"I thought we were going to take a prisoner?" asked another member of the German Kommando Spezialkrafte or KSK as he moved up to the man who had just killed the female colonial solider.

"That wound was too bad, she was going to bleed out in less than two minutes. I gave her a quick end." explained the Commando as he fired three rounds of ZAT rounds into the body, causing it to disappear into nothingness. With that done, they moved down the hill to the next firing position to wait for the next group of Colonials to come up to die.

"I wonder how the other teams are doing?" asked the other German Commando

"I am sure we will find out in time." Said the first Commando as the sound of Colonial military running song reached their hears, they were about to do their bloody work again.

Lieutenant Kara Thrace felt like ripping the throats of the group of so called veteran pilots who where currently attempting to make landings on the Battlestar Moros. The Moros was a cylon war era battlestar and did not have a computer-guided landings. That was throwing off the veteran pilots who were used to having computers do almost everything for them. As pilots they all had to do three none computer landings to earn their wings but after that it was once a year if that. They were not used to doing it multiple times over

"You need to watch the landing lights, you overshot the strip." ordered Kara into the wireless set as a pilot went so far into the Battlestar landing strip that they bounced out the other side. "Power back on and spin around for another landing."

"Yes, Lieutenant." answered the pilot who would soon be calling this ship home.

"Fraken idiots." cursed Kara so loudly she didn't hear the door open behind her.

"Lieutenant Kara Thrace." said a voice as Kara turned toward the newcomers only to see a man dressed in Colonial Raptor flight suit. He didn't stand out in anyway, in fact the only thing that made him stand out was that he was slightly shorter then normal.

"What of it?" asked Kara.

"I have orders for you." Said the man as he handed her a piece of paper, she scanned it before looking back at the man.

"You have got to be fraken me, they want me to report to this training school on Tauron now?" asked Kara

"Yes, I have a Raptor waiting," said the man "Someone else is going to take over here."

"Well that is just perfect." snared Kara before turning back on her wireless. "All you idiots land, I have been reassigned so consider yourselves luckily."

"I am ready to leave when you are." Said the pilot

"Give me ten minutes to make sure these pilots land safely and gather my stuff." Said Kara as the pilot nodded his head before walking out. The moment she was alone she crumpled the paper container her order up.

"Damn them, they had to send me back to my old field…the field where Zak died." cursed Kara as she felt like punching the wall.

High above the Colonial World of Sagittaron the Tau'ri ship Akula sat cloaked and invisible to every known Colonial sensor. Standing in the Command Center of the Akula was Captain Ramius, in the old Russian hands he held a coffee mug the steam rising from it.

"Sir, the teams have either beamed down or have reached the target area in the jumpers." reported the XO as he stood beside the Captain. "I must admit sir, I would rather be attacking those shipyards at Scorpia."

"So would I." admitted Captain Ramius as the old Russian officer looked at the scans of the bunker the Special Force team was going to be taking down. Flashing near the center of the base was the tracer of the fake ZPM they had switched for the real one in the opening moments of the war. Not shown on the screen but shown on Colonial news was that the other 11 "Lights of Kobol" had been moved as well. The goal of this mission was simple take the bunker and the ZPMs, if possible, they would replace the real ones with fakes but that was not totally required.

The mission was so important that the Tau'ri command had pushed back the attack on the shipyards which were building warships to support the mission. They even had taken ships out of the line of defense of Valhalla and put them in a standby position to support the mission if need be. Sitting less than five minutes out of the system and away from all Colonial patrol routes sat not only two Daedalus class warships but the Battleship Britannia. If the Akula got into trouble, they would come to the aid to finish the mission.

"But if the Colonials figure out what those ZPMs can do then we would be in a lot of trouble," explained Captain Ramius

"This should be an easy mission and the Colonials will have no idea that we were even here," added the XO as he took a drink from his own coffee.

Well I hope you liked this chapter, next chapter will have more Special Forces attacks and other surprises. Now until next time please keep reading. Thanks Wilkins75.