Disclaimer: I do not and do not wish to own Harry Potter or Stargate SG1.
AN: Alright, my first full chapter in a while and thus the introduction of several new plot topics which you can discuss amongst yourselves should you so choose. This is, however, unlikely.
April, 2, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: High Orbit
"This is MFX-1 Raider, call sign Chopper," Jack said into his radio. "So far this baby's better than an F-15! Alright, I'm beginning my rendezvous with Prometheus. Wish me luck." With that, the MFX-1 pulled away, headed for the Hatak ship.
The MFX-1, being the first Terran Fighter Spacecraft, was a host of alien technologies mainly found in the MFX-29 that the SGC had procured following its owner's 'death'. Designed mainly by a group of Grumman, Lockheed Martin and Boeing designer, as well as tech support from Rodney McKay and his team, the MFX-1 outclassed anything Earth had in its arsenal, including Gliders.
Jack chuckled as he looked out his window. The spacecraft was based largely off of the F-14 Super Tomcat, at least on the outside. With the wings locked in their arrowhead position for enhanced cargo storage capability. Originally the program had chosen the F15 for the program but this had been canceled by the Air Force due to space concerns. The military wanted as many of the hyper-advanced fighters as possible and as it was the F-15 was too large for their tastes.
The jet engines had been replaced with copies of the MFX-29's own Ancient Design (though they didn't know that) Gateship engines, providing it with greater speed, maneuverability and allowing them to keep the craft looking almost exactly its basis. The weapons systems of the craft had also been copied from the '29, the shield frequency modulators making it unneeded to change the system drastically.
The cockpit of the craft had been simplified much like Harry had done. By removing most of the difficult-to-understand components from the machine, much less data was required for operation. The dials, switches and gauges had been replaced by fully digital screens and a drastically upgraded Heads up Display. Apart from that, the MFX-1 Raider was identical to the Super Tomcat.
Beeping from the radar brought Jack out of his reverie. Looking down at the radar screen, he saw an unidentified craft approaching the planet at extremely high speeds. The craft, only large enough to be fighter, reached approximately eighty thousand kilometers a second. It shot past Mars as though it were a car in Death Valley.
(Author's Note: If you understood that last bit, please tell me. Amen to that guy. I laughed my ass off! Not that I don't have an ass, now. It's just an expression.)
"HQ, I've got a bogey coming in fast!" Jack reported. "I don't know what it is, but I'm moving to engage."
"Roger that, Chopper," the Prometheus acknowledged. "Just remember the rules of engagement: Only fire if fired upon." Jack nodded and pulled away from his course, accelerating towards the enemy ship.
As the two craft approached each other, the enemy decelerated. The two craft still shot past each other at extremely high speeds and both moved to intercept once again. During the merge, Jack caught something out of the corner of his eye. 'That was a MiG 29… That thing's down at Area 51!' One other thing he refused to acknowledge was the flash of brown…
The X29 came back around for another pass, the X1 becoming the prey. Jack cursed and jinked his stick left and right in an attempt to throw the enemy off. The X29 overshot, giving Jack a perfect firing position. He lined up for a shot but did not take it. The X29 pulled inverted, using a space arena version of the Cobra. Jack was put on the defensive again as the enemy lined up for a shot.
"Come on, HQ, give me weapons free!" Jack yelled at the Prometheus. "This bastard is going to blow me out of the sky!" He jinked the stick right. The Raider responded, masterfully banking away. The MiG followed easily. Cursing, Jack cut his engines, the MiG overshooting. Jack once again lined up for a shot.
"-ow the hell do you work this thing!? Don't shoot! Oh shit, I'm screwed! Can anyone hear me? Hello? Hello-o-o-o?" Jack hesitated. He knew that voice.
"Harry?" Jack asked slowly, not really believing.
"Jack, is that you in there?" Harry asked around pants. The MiG leveled out and the X1 pulled up alongside. Jack looked into the cockpit glass. The young man sat there with no flight suit.
"Harry, you're alive?"
"I guess so," Harry shrugged uneasily. "I don't really know what's going on. The last thing I remember is flying with you in an F-15E."
"I'll get you back to the Prometheus to have you checked out," Jack nodded. "Just follow my lead." Harry nodded and followed, extremely confused. The two fighters pulled away, headed back to Earth orbit.
As the element approached the Prometheus, Harry freaked out. "Jack, what the hell is a Hatak doing in orbit!?" Jack looked over at his new wingman confused.
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Jack wondered. "You're the one that captured that ship." Harry looked at his flight lead frightened
"Jack, I don't remember that," Harry shook his head.
April, 2, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: High Orbit: Prometheus
The Chief Medical Officer on board the Prometheus walked into the infirmary with the DNA Test Results for Harry Potter, the new Enigma on the vessel. According to the Doc, this Harry Potter was identical to the one they had on record. However, according to an MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imager for the people that haven't gone through 8th Grade Physics), he did have several lapses in his memory sections of the brain. It wasn't unheard of, but this kind of selective amnesia screamed of weird to him.
Harry, now talking with SG1, seemed as scared as ever. "I don't get it. Why don't I remember capturing a Hatak Mothership?"
"Do you remember the Corona?" Daniel asked off topic.
"Dan, what're you talking about?" Harry replied, mouth hanging open. "I don't remember commanding a ship, capturing a ship, hell I don't even know how I was able to fly that plane back there!"
"Well, even though your memory may be gone, you would still know how to fly a plane," Sam shrugged confused. "Remembering skills but not memories is understandable for someone with amnesia."
"But that's it," Harry shook his head. "I don't have amnesia. I remember all of our missions! I remember meeting the Tollan, the Nox, I even remember rescuing Ernest Littlefield from Heliopolis! How could I remember those missions but not a ship that I lived on for years?"
"Perhaps whoever did this to you removed only the memories of your extraterrestrial knowledge," Teal'c suggested stoically.
"Teal'c, that's what I don't understand," Harry continued on annoyed at being so confused. "I grew up on Earth, in a town near Lake George, New York. I went hunting with my classmates every other weekend. I had a crush on this one girl my age who liked skiing a lot. How can you tell me that I'm not from Earth when I remember all that?"
"What else do you 'remember'?" Daniel inquired, shifting his weight.
"I remember joining the Air Force after High School," Harry shrugged lost. "After Basic Training I went to Officer Candidate School and got a promotion to Lieutenant before being chosen for the Stargate Program in 1997. I joined SG1 along with Captain Samantha Carter, Archeological Dr. Daniel Jackson, Colonel Jack O'Neill and the Jaffa Teal'c. Does any of that ring any bells?"
"Only the last bit," Jack piped up helpfully. Harry slapped his head falling back on the infirmary bed.
April, 5, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: High Orbit
Sam walked into Harry's quarters with a file of paper in her hand. She'd been the bearer of bad news before and had been happy when she'd been ordered to be the bearer of good news for a change. When she entered, Harry reached up and untied the rope that held him inverted. He dropped down to the ground on his hands and sprung into an upright position.
"So, major, what's the word?" Harry inquired as he met Sam's eyes.
"Well, I just got a message from the White House," she said, happily handing over the folder to him. "The President has agreed to your proposal to join the SGC again. However, he denied your request to rejoin SG1 for the time being. He has another assignment for you." He looked at her confused.
"Sam, it says here that I'm being inducted in at the rank of Lieutenant Colonel," he said slowly. She nodded and saluted. Harry returned the salute uneasily. "So what's this other assignment you were talking about?"
"SG1 in its entirety is being reassigned for a six month period," she explained. "Daniel is being assigned to SG11 and Teal'c to SG3. The three of us, including Colonel O'Neill, are being reassigned to the Galileo." At Harry's confused look, she continued. "It's the first interstellar battleship that Earth has created. We were able to design it using technology and data that you gave us and what we retrieved from the MFX-29. Thanks for the hyperspace engines, by the way."
Harry slapped his forehead. "Did I leave that data in there?" He paused as did Sam. "I have no idea where that came from."
"Maybe it's a sign that your memories are coming back," Sam shrugged. With a quick glance at her watch, she said: "We've got to go. We're supposed to be on the Galileo in ten minutes." Harry nodded and followed his now-subordinate out into the hall.
April, 5, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: High Orbit: Galileo
The USS Galileo floated casually over Earth, third planet in the Sol System. The ship ran on six Ancient Design engines using the same technology as the MFX-1 engines, only on a much larger scale. The ship, designed by Rodney McKay and Samantha Carter, used the Corona's successes as a base.
The bow of the vessel was roughly rectangular, about eighty meters wide and had a curving front. Though it lacked the 'hammerhead' of the Corona, the Galileo did have two 'wings' on the stern which were also eighty meters wide separately adding 160 meters to the rear frame. These wings housed the fighter bays and, at full capacity, had an Air Group of four Squadrons.
Since advanced weapons technology had not been developed as of yet, the armaments for the Galileo remained kinetic and explosive in nature, using missiles, artillery batteries and good old fashioned kinetic CIWS (Close-In-Weapons-System for the pacifists among you), meaning machine guns.
Using shield frequency modulator technology as a base, Area 51 had tried and succeeded in creating a massive modulator that completely removed shields from the equation. Without shields, kinetic weapons would work just fine against Hataks and Alkesh. The designers were confident that the armor of the Galileo would hold up to Goa'uld energy weapons, seeing as how the ship could withstand a tactical nuclear warhead to the 'face' without being destroyed.
"This ship is pretty damn impressive," Harry commented as he and Sam walked into the bridge, housed deep within the ship to prevent the loss of command in engagements. (The Bridge is Battlestar Galactica Style since I A: Didn't feel like creating another design and B: it would be almost identical anyway.) "How did you build this thing in two years?"
"The Pentagon decided that it would be worth it to transfer a large portion of the military budget to the creation of a viable means of defense," Sam explained. "Though we would never actively attack another country with this technology, it is the defense that we need against both space and earthborn threats. I think that figure was eighty billion dollars a year for the creation of Galileo Class Battleships and Raider-Class Fighters."
"That's a lot of money," Harry commented as the two of them centered out a map table. "So, what are we supposed to be doing on the ship?" he asked as he looked around at the air force personnel manning the twenty or so positions in the room.
"The Galileo will be sent out on its maiden voyage in three weeks," Sam explained as she leaned on the map table. "Colonel O'Neill will be the Commanding Officer for its first few months in service, I'll be the Executive Officer and you'll be the CAG."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Harry stopped her. "I'm going to be the Commander of the Air Group? Why is it me and not Jack? He was the test pilot for the Raider after all."
"It's a bit beyond my pay grade," Sam shrugged.
"Sam, we get paid at the level of O-8," Harry said in mock seriousness. "You're saying that this is beyond Major General Status?"
Sam laughed. "Yeah, I guess that excuse doesn't really work anymore."
"So, what am I going to be doing for the next three weeks?" Harry inquired around yawn.
"Well, There's a Red Flag Training Exercise coming up," Sam smiled. "General Hammond wants you to head down there and fly against some of the other pilots and see who you want to be a part of your squadrons."
April, 10, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: Nevada Airspace
"Will someone please explain to me how I got into this?" Harry asked over the allied frequency from his seat in a lead F-15. His wingman, a cheerful pilot named Larry "Pixie" Folk laughed at his comment. Both piloted F-15Cs, at the time the third most advanced fighter in the US Air Force following the MFX-29 and the MFX-1.
"Well, Colonel, you seem to attract a lot of attention around here," the young Captain laughed. "The better question is how I ended up as your wingman."
"You seem to have a knack for using your stick in sticky situations," Harry responded stoically. Larry laughed for a brief moment before the double meaning dawned on him.
"That was cruel, man," the Captain muttered.
"I do what I'm told and shoot what I'm not," Harry shrugged. Larry looked confused at his flight lead before laughing.
"Damn, Colonel, with the way you talk in codes you might as well be a Cipher!" he laughed. "Speaking of which, you don't seem to have a call sign for whatever reason. How's Cipher sound?"
"I like it," Harry laughed. A glance at his radar told him enemies were approaching. "Alright Pix, we've got work to do."
"Roger that, Cipher," Larry smiled. The two Eagles hit the afterburners and accelerated towards the nearby F-16s. "Pixie, Fox Two," the Captain reported. The virtual missile shot forward tearing into the Falcon before the newbie had time to react. Sadly, the pilot dived for the simulated hard deck. "Yahoo! Splash One!"
Smiling, the two pilots peeled away as the Falcons moved to intercept. Harry dived into the clouds while Pixie drove straight on. The Falcons returned fire with their own virtual missiles. Pix jinked to the right, narrowly avoiding the attacks. As the two forces merged, Harry dove down upon the Falcons who had, to their eternal shame, ignored the flight leader. Virtual bullets streaked into the Falcon's engines, removing them from the fight.
"Nice kill!" Larry congratulated as the two formed up again. He looked around, every now and then looking to his radar. "Yo Cipher; I've got three bandits coming in hot from eight o clock."
"Alright Pix, you've got weapons free," Harry smiled behind his mask. With a laugh, Pixie banked away heading for the incoming Falcons. Cipher lazily followed and watched as his wingman demolished the three planes. 'Okay, I've got one candidate.'
Missile warning snapped him from his reverie. His head swiveled seeing an actual missile headed straight for him. Cursing, Harry pulled up and to the left. The dangerous explosives slammed into his right wing, tearing it clean off.
"Shit!" Harry screamed as his plane corkscrewed out of control. Cursing in several tongues he didn't remember, Harry increased the throttle to afterburner. Slowly, the craft began to level out. He yawed the plane left seeing an entire squadron of F-16s in front of him. He fired all eight of his virtual missiles. The shocked pilots didn't know what to do and were shot down. All except for two…
"Alright, Chaft, he's still in the fight despite a destroyed wing," one of the enemy pilots said over the open radio. "Let's take him out before heading home." The other pilot signaled his approval and accelerated towards them.
Harry cursed as he avoided another virtual missile, all his concentration on keeping the plane alive. Granted, the two pilots had made the right decision in attacking but that didn't mean that he liked it. Cipher pulled around and fired a virtual stream of bullets towards one of the 'Vipers'. The pilot avoided it masterfully through a barrel roll and came in again firing his last missile. This shot was dead on….
"Yahoo-o-o-o!"
Pixie screamed in at full speed firing his guns. The virtual bullets slammed into the virtual missile in a move that Harry didn't even know the computer could take. Two missiles later and the Falcons had been neutralized. Pixie shot past his wingman, deploying his airbrake and reversing.
"Alright Cipher, we've bagged our fair share of bandits," Pixie laughed. "Let's head home."
"Yeah, let's," Harry smiled as his one winged aircraft turned towards base.
April, 15, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: Peterson Air Force Base
"So Solo Winged Cipher, what is it that you have for us that requires top level security clearance?" Pixie wondered as he and the two other pilots chosen from the Red Flag Training Exercise stepped into a seemingly empty room.
"Let's just say that you've been chosen for something you will never, ever regret," Harry smiled. He glanced over at Cameron Mitchell and Jonathan Sheppard, the two pilots of the F-16s Pixie and he had fought over Nevada. "Come closer," he ordered. The three pilots took two steps forward. "Alright Galileo, you can ring us up now." Large rings dropped down from the ceiling surrounding the four pilots.
April, 15, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: High Orbit: Galileo
The four pilots stepped into the port side hanger bay. Inside sat six MF-1 Raiders, painted in a dark gray paint scheme with red trim. On the tailfin of six of the fighters were Aces of Spades. The other two, however, had the symbol of the 66th Air Force Unit, the Black Star. The three new pilots looked on in no less awe than they had when looking out the forward view port three minutes earlier.
"Wait a minute," Captain Cameron Mitchell paused. "We're going to flying these things?"
"That's right," Harry nodded with a smile plastered on his face. "Welcome to the 6th Air Division. You're among the best of the best, now."