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Cancri System

The TCS Repulse dropped out of hyperspace directly over the system's main planet. It had no name, having been stripped of it by the Goa'uld over ten thousand years ago. Still the people there worked in the Naquadah Mines, sending their tribute through the Stargate to Apophis. Who knew what he'd do with it then. However, cutting off that resource would be critical. Three Hataks hovered in orbit around the planet; Cancri was on the border between Apophis's territory and Baal's territory. It was likely to be well defended against assault.

Immediately fighters started launching from the Repulse. Calamities and Silhouettes turned towards the Hataks, prepared to fight. Harry and Larry flew at the head, leading the twenty-plane formation in their custom colored MF-03C Shrouded Silhouettes. Larry's bore a slate gray body with a blood red wing. Engraved upon that blood red paint was blue Earth embroidered in a black background. On each tailfin, the demon dog Cerberus was painted, its linked chains ripped apart. Harry himself had taken a different approach. His Silhouette bore a similar slate gray basic scheme, but each wing had adopted a dark blue color. Harry's own insignia bore the Norse Rune of Odal, the same rune embroidered upon the Asgard markings in the Temple of Heliopolis, former location of the meeting place for all four Great Races. Both machines led the formation of twenty Calamities and Silhouettes towards one of their inevitable enemies.

In this operation, the combined squadron of fighters would attack one of the Hataks while the Repulse would handle the other two. Harry had developed a rather simple strategy for such a battle, one that he had complete faith in.

The three Hataks turned to face them, standing their ground rather than approaching the unknown enemy. Each ship started powering weapons and launching Gliders. Harry lazily armed his missiles, allowing them to target a number of the small fighters. Adrenaline had yet to sink in during such a trivial battle. The Admiral randomly pressed the button, launching four missiles at once. The rest of the squadron took that as their cue and fired their own volleys of missiles. Massive clouds of missiles shot towards their independent targets. The Jaffa pilots could do little to stop them. Explosions littered the sky as the disembodied husks disappeared into the void. Harry watched it with unseeing eyes. It meant nothing to him. He felt no guilt as he slaughtered them, directly or indirectly. Perhaps, seven months ago he would have but now…

Harry throttled down. "Snake-Skinners do your worst," Harry ordered the squadron. Immediately they all accelerated towards the Hatak, firing their weapons. Larry hung back, sticking to his leader's wing.

"What's up Buddy?" Larry asked, glancing over at the blue-winged fighter. "Are you that confident in their abilities?"

"It's more that I don't seem to care what happens in this battle," Harry corrected as he watched rail-gun shells pound against the Hatak's shields, pummeling it into submission. "Something is different today, Pixie. It's like my story's been completed. I've seen this all before. I know how this battle will end; it's obvious. I know what's going to happen next; it's simplistic. The goal we've set for ourselves is so simple in both daring and execution… what's the point of doing it?"

"We'll be making lives a lot better for a lot of people," Pixie offered. "We can finally fight against the Goa'uld like you've always wanted to."

"And then what happens?" Harry wondered. "We're here to fight, to kill. That's the entire meaning of our existence, isn't it? We started SG-13 to fight against the Goa'uld. We became friends towards that goal. But now that we can, it'll be so simple to wipe them all out. It's like playing a game you've beaten a thousand times. You always know what's coming next. Before long, there's no more point in playing it. That's pretty much how I feel right now. What's going to happen after we finish this war? What's going to happen when there's no one left to fight? What life is there for a soldier like me?"

"Soldiers have always fought to attain a sense of peace," Larry shrugged. "We'll go on to living peaceful lives."

"There's no peace for me," Harry countered. The Hatak's shields gave out. Behind them, the Repulse engaged both the other ships. It was a simple battle; the Repulse was performing admirably. "Since I was a child, I've been on the battlefield. I've never known anything else. I'll have nothing left to live for when there's nothing left to fight against."

"You have that little cousin back on Midgar. I'd figure that's worth living for, maybe. And if that fails, there's always us." Harry chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. So, do you wanna go kill some Goa'uld bastards?"

"Sure, why not?" Before either pilot could even push the controls forward, a raging blue hyperspace window opened only a few kilometers ahead of them. From it appeared a rather simple ship. It lacked the extravagant signs of Goa'uld design but its allegiance could not be doubted as it launched a single fighter craft. The fighter didn't look much like a Glider, but it unlike its mother ship showed great Goa'uld designs. The machine had a similar cockpit to the standard Goa'uld space craft, albeit trimmed down a bit. Its wingspan barely reached three meters, by Harry's estimation. Rather, its wings stretched forward several meters, coming in a curvature to near contact with each other. Immediately the craft shot towards the two Shrouded Silhouettes. Panels slid open on each wing, revealing strange staff cannons. This entire scene happened within about two seconds.

Each cannon started firing, far faster than any normal staff cannon could ever hope to match. Energy beams shot towards the two super-fighters at extreme velocity, forcing them to evade lest their planes be ripped apart. Though they moved admirably fast, two beams caught Larry just under the fuselage, causing a long cloud of smoke to come billowing out.

"Fuck!" Pixie cursed as he banked away. Warning alarms blew loud and annoying noises into his ear. "Cipher, I'm hit. I'm bugging out," Pixie warned, throttling up and headed off for the Repulse. Harry watched him go, his heart suddenly beating faster. He turned towards the new arrival, green eyes narrowing.

"I don't know who you are, but you're gonna be a fatality too!" Harry screamed, throttling towards the enemy craft. He locked two missiles into place, ready to fire at a moment's notice. The flying wing started firing its auto-cannon again, its beams shooting inaccurately past him. Harry let loose both shots, watching as the smoke trails shot towards the enemy. An explosion covered the sky for a moment; Harry almost thought he'd won that easily. It wasn't to be, however, as the plane shot through the cloud of smoke. Both craft shot past each other. Harry jerked the controls around, bringing him closer to the glider variant. He could see in the distance as it came around towards him again. Harry grimaced, switching over to his rail-gun. On his HUD, a strange new reticule appeared, similar to a crosshair. It kept moving across the interface, never staying in one place. The Silhouette's computer had locked onto the enemy fighter; the reticule wouldn't stop until it had centered on where the glider would be. Only then could Harry fire. He wasn't afraid.

Both craft quickly closed the distance. Rather than merge classically, they descended into a murderous dogfight, dodging around each other, never leaving an inch open to attack. Harry fought against the gees, trying to get the ship into range. His Silhouette's maneuverability was incredible; the advancements he'd made to the design structure amazed even him. But still, the enemy fighter kept up with him at every turn. It started to get on his nerves after a while. Actually, it got on his nerves as soon as the enemy dodged his first attack. Whoever this pilot was, he was good. Thoughts flashed through his mind as to who it could be, all squashed by a simple desire to kill him. He jerked the controls around, ripped the throttle back, arched up with both thrust vectoring pedals. The Silhouette flipped around, the enemy fighter right in its gun sights. Harry pulled the trigger once. A single seventy centimeter shells shot out, crossing the distance instantly… and missing by inches. His plane's inertia carried him around, taking the fighter from view. Curing, Harry thrust his throttle up and sped away. His maneuver had put him on the disadvantage for the quarter of a second he could have won.

Quickly the Glider pressed its pursuit. Harry glanced over his shoulder; this fight was getting more and more annoying as time went on. Despite his speech about the pointlessness of fighting, he wanted nothing more than to see this man dead right now. He shot off towards the only landmark he could see, the Hatak now under attack by his own planes. Behind him, the Glider followed his every move, keeping up easily. No normal Glider could ever do that. It annoyed him even more, this person's continued existence.

Harry crossed the distance to the Hatak in only a few seconds, quickly, slowing down and dropping into the ship's wreckage. After sustained attack, the once proud mother ship was nothing more than a floating hulk now. Harry's Silhouette slowed to a near-stop; here he would shot the true capabilities of the Shrouded Silhouette. Harry carefully moved the controls, moving the plane behind a piece of wreckage. He watched as, just over his shoulder, the other plane entered the debris field, eager to find its prey. Harry flicked a switch, cutting the control's sensitivity to half strength. Carefully the Admiral lined up his shot, just as the enemy floated past. He grinned, pulled the trigger…

A massive explosion rippled out against the Hatak's battered hull. Harry was nearly blinded as the light of a nuclear explosion appeared before him. He ripped his hands off the controls to cover his eyes. This last second action forced the shot to veer off. Harry didn't even notice this as neon red lights started appearing in his vision. I really need to take away those nukes… Warning alarms brought him back to the present. He opened his eyes painfully. Immediately he saw red. Considering his recently blindness, he thought nothing of it. Then he realized it wasn't his eyes. The Silhouette's canopy was glowing red. A quick scan of the surrounding area quickly revealed the cause…

…He was falling into the planet's atmosphere…

Yellow beams shot down from above. Two such beams cleaved through his rear engines. An explosion followed and he saw no more.

Planet's Surface

Light shined in his eyes as he groggily awoke. His hands automatically covered his face as he tried to figure out where he was. His helmet had been discarded and probably lay broken somewhere. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to get some feeling back. It was then that he noticed the large and ominous figure standing above him.

"Well Admiral Potter, what do you think of my new fighter? It's quite splendid isn't it?" Harry didn't have to be able to see to know exactly who stood before him.

"Baal…"

(End Chapter)

Did you think that that's what you won't expect? Well, you're wrong. The reason you're wrong is that you don't know what to expect. That's because I haven't told you. Oh the irony.

Sorry if this seems a bit rushed. I already had this chapter half written and realized I didn't want to write it. Rather, I wanted to get on to the scene afterwards. So, the ending may seem a bit lame, but I'm sure you'll get over it. You always do. Anywho, I'll see you guys later. The next chapter will be up in about a week, no later. Got it? Good.

Atrum.