Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Stargate Sg1. In fact, the only reason I'm even doing the disclaimer at all is to warm up my hands and get the words Harry and Stargate stuck in my mind. Try it sometime; it works.
Anywho, I'd like to thank you for all of your cooperation in the poll. I now can do something that I thought would be rather fun. The winner is Option Three with something like fifteen votes compared to Option Two's four. So, as soon as I get done with the next few chapters, Harry will be assigned command of SG2.
May 24, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: High Orbit
Two MFX-02 Wraiths flew in formation over the planet Earth. The pilots, clearly labeled as the planet's best, flew what was supposedly their last flight as wingmen; Harry Potter, the CAG of the Galileo and the pilot with the second highest kill record in the United States Air Force would be returning to Cheyenne Mountain by the end of the day.
"I'm gonna miss you, man," Larry "Pixie" Folk said sadly as they grazed the planet's surface before pulling back out into space. Officially they were on Combat Air Patrol but really it was just a joyride.
"I'll miss flying this thing, too," Harry agreed, banking away towards the moon. Larry followed gracefully. "You know, even with all my experience with space travel, I never walked on the moon." Larry nodded serenely, assuming Harry meant during his time with the Earthlings. Those particular files hadn't quite been declassified yet…
The two most advanced planes on the planet accelerated towards the moon. Without the need for fuel, they could do just about anything they wanted. Thirty feet directly in front of them, a hyperspace window opened and an enormous ship exited. With loud and vivid curses the two Wraiths banked to opposite sides as the Beliskner shot by.
Harry came up to fly upside down over the Beliskner. 'What the hell is Thor doing here?' Idly he scanned the ship but only found one life sign as well as hundreds of artificial intelligence 'things'. 'Replicators…'
"Galm Flight, we just saw a hyperspace window open, are you okay?" the Galileo's radio operator asked.
"Yeah, we're okay," Harry confirmed as Pixie came into formation alongside him. "There's an unknown ship directly below us. We're keeping formation with it. Please advise, Galileo."
"Is the UFO responding to radio hail attempts?" Galileo inquired.
"That's a negative," Harry replied and grimacing.
"Engage, Galm Flight, we can't have any threats make it through to Earth," Jack's voice came over the radio. "Engage them immediately; that's a direct order."
"Yes sir," Harry confirmed. "Alright Pix, let's take this guy out. Activate your modulator and follow me." Harry rolled over and dived for the Beliskner. 'What are you doing, here dad? How did you let Replicators take control?'
Two large plasma blasts shot by them. "Oh shit!" Pixie cursed as he avoided the large blue blast. "Cipher, give me some orders!"
"Hit this bastard with everything you've got! Go for the engines!"
Pixie slowed down and let the enormous capital ship sail past before locking onto the engines. He switched over to Hydras and pressed the button twice. Sixteen missiles shot out from the Wraith's fuselage and streaked towards the Beliskner before slamming into it. Explosions raked across the outside but no damage could be seen.
The Beliskner slowed as it began entry into the atmosphere, not seeing any need to continue combat with two annoying flies buzzing around its center. Harry cursed and followed it in, locking onto the system controls on the outside of the ship. Pixie followed him, not knowing what else to do. A Sniper missile left Harry's wing and sailed towards the delicate control system and exploded.
The Beliskner's right wing tore off but the right pylon kept it alive. Heat rose up around the capital ship and the two fighters around it. Harry cursed, seeing his weapons have little to no effect on the ship itself. 'It figures, considering the explosion dampeners all around that ship.'
Harry accelerated forwards as the three craft entered the troposphere. Idly he noticed them flying over Europe. Sending Pixie a 'follow me' signal, Harry pulled in front of the Beliskner, easily avoiding the blue plasma shots being directed at him. Larry came up alongside. Both performed the Kobra maneuver and flipped their places around. They fired a salvo of Hydras, hoping that they would hit something important.
Another control system went up in flames. The ship's right wing and spire tore off and the fuselage fractured in two in a large explosion. Huge pieces of shrapnel shot out. Harry's eyes widened as one of his wings was ripped apart by an overly large block. Part of the engine went with it, sending the Gripen-look-a-like spiraling to the ground.
"Harry!" Pixie screamed as he dived to try and get alongside his spiraling wingman. Another explosion from the lead plane sent the tailfin piercing into Larry's control systems. "Shit!" Desperately he tried to control his plane as both plummeted towards the ground. Cursing a stream of vulgarities only a few could match, he ejected.
Larry's chute opened a few hundred feet over a large lake. He scanned the skies, looking for his wingman's plane, only to see it slam into the water below. He stared, unable to control his breathing. With renewed vigor, he searched for another parachute, found none. His eyes drifted back to the water below. A large white blob floated amongst burning wreckage, a single figure in its background. He appeared to be unconscious.
Pixie just stared until he hit the water before cutting his chute. He desperately swam the hundred foot distance to his comatose wingman. He grabbed the (unknowingly) younger man and kicked against the waves. Muttering increasing vulgarities, Pixie looked up to the sky, hoping against hope for a rescue craft. What he found was far different…
(End Chapter)
Well, it wasn't anything special but it's an update. I pretty much only wrote it to get my word count over 60k. Next chapter the magical world will be making an appearance. Oh, and anyone who can guess what lake they dropped into gets a nice virtual cookie from me. Until then, Au Revoir. I've reverted to using French since a friend of mine hates me using Japanese.