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I started this when my internet was down and now I'm finishing it. I know a lot have you have been waiting eagerly for the next section so here goes. P.S., I do not plan to end this story and go onto a sequel. No, I'm going to go right through to Season 8 and cover the blasting of the Goa'uld in full force.
June 14, 1999: Milky Way: Sol System
A large flash of light signaled the arrival of the Orion. The ship's engines activated once again and started pushing the ship towards the Ancient Satellite three miles away. Inside the ship, four Marines prepared to go aboard.
Harry gripped his personalized M4 Carbine in his hand. The weapon had a flashlight and a laser on the front of the barrel as well as a 4x optical scope. He looked over the team that would be accompanying him. Samuel had a black M14 with a Night Vision Scope on the top. Taylor had his own M4 with a laser sight, 4x optical scope and an M203 Grenade Launcher. Nathan Bristow carried his P90 carefully. All of them wore the Black Spec Ops clothing from the SGC.
A low hissing sound could be heard as the Orion latched to the Satellite and airlock was pressurized. Harry opened the door and pushed into the Satellite. There was very little gravity so he just kind of glided for a while as they drifted into the Satellite.
"Alright, let's see if we can find the gravity controls," Harry suggested as they came to a corridor junction. "Teams of two; if you find them send a radio call so we can right ourselves. I wouldn't want Taylor to fall on me." Minor chuckles swept through the group as they split up.
Taylor and Harry glided along the metal passageway slowly. There were several rooms to either side but it seemed that they were in the living quarters of the small Satellite. After about a minute they came to a ladder which they easily traversed. The area above had only one door which they stepped through to the bridge.
"Sam, Nathan, we've found the control room," Harry said over the radio to the other team. "I'll try and turn on the gravity now." Harry glided over to a control panel and started to press the switches housed there. Moments later the artificial gravity came on.
After the off-ship team had congregated in the control room, Harry sat down at one of the promising consoles. The Ancient keyboards and switches were easy to work around and he quickly brought the entire station online. It seemed that the Satellite ran on standard Naquadah fuel rather than the ZPM he'd been hoping for. Regardless, he brought up several floating screens that showed the surrounding systems.
"Well, this looks promising," Harry smiled as he looked up at the screen. "There isn't any Goa'uld activity in about six hundred Parsecs of Earth. That's fortunate; we won't need to worry about protecting it any time in the near future." He pressed more of the crystals. "Alright, I've set up a macro that'll send daily status reports to the Orion or immediate ones if enemy ships come within two hundred Parsecs. Earth's safe for now." He stood. "Alright, let's head back to the ship. We have to stop by Earth and pick up those new fighters we were promised."
June 14, 1999: Milky Way: Sol System: Earth: High Orbit: Orion
The Escort Destroyer drifted into orbit around Earth. Prometheus, Earth's pet Hatak, and Galileo, Earth's first battleship, were on the other side of the planet performing some kind of test. It wouldn't matter what they were doing or where they were; Orion had extremely advanced cloaking apparatuses that rendered the ship invisible to all forms of sensors.
Harry and Larry stood inside the transport room near the rear of the ship. The captain was thankful for the fact that the Ancients used Ring Transport technology before their exodus of the galaxy. Otherwise they would have no means of transport down to Earth other than flying down and jumping off, something that would unadvisable considering that the Orion couldn't become invisible.
The pilots only carried side arms on their person since they would be flying the two new fighters out of Area 51 and back to the Orion. That could be difficult if everything didn't go according to plan. Sam pressed the button that would activate the rings and the two pilots disappeared.
Area 51, Earth
The Rings inside Area 51 sprung to life as the two freelance pilots appeared. Only one other stood in the room waiting for them. He was an Air Force scientist. Harry and Pixie looked around the room to make sure there were no others present before addressing the scientists.
"Doctor Hoffman, it's good to see you again," Harry said as he and Pixie stepped forward. "I trust that our new aircraft are ready."
"Yes they are," Hoffman nodded. "I think I should remind you of the gamble I am taking on you two. If we're caught the blame would fall on me." Giving the boy an indiscernible look, Doctor Hoffman turned and gestured for the pilots to follow him out of the room. "I'll have you know that we these fighters are the most advanced on the planet, maybe even the galaxy considering how the Raider and the Wraith faired against The Goa'uld. These guys outclass even the Wraith by at least twenty percent." The group stopped before a doorway that led into a hanger. Two planes waited inside.
The pilots moved around and examined the two fighters before them. Both were identical but unilaterally unique. Idly Harry noted that these were the first fighters to not be direct copies of other F-Series planes.
The craft bore a strong resemblance to the F-15 but was more streamlined than its predecessor. The two engines lay completely within the craft with smaller 'ripples' on the fuselage. Two tail fins struck off at odd angles, likely meant for stealth purposes. Below the engines and normal elevators were two more tailfins that struck out and slightly sharper angles than the two above the craft. These would provide much more stability at high speeds within the atmosphere.
Walking along the outside of one of the planes, the pilots noted the massive amounts of weapons aboard it. On wing pylons were eight normal sized missiles. The design of the weapons would point many to the Sidewinder; however the trained eyes of the aces saw the shark tooth tailfins and the thrust vectoring nozzles of each missile. These weapons would be able to pull maneuvers never seen in a weapon of its class, ever. If this wasn't enough, two internal weapons bays housed another eight normal sized missiles.
Already astonished, Harry, on the left side of the craft, examined the Vulcan gun. The fighter had a thirty millimeter "Tank Killer" gun designed for the A10 held inside its fuselage. Two canards broke off from just behind the cockpit, striking up at a five degree angle, almost parallel to the wings. Wiping some of the sweat off his brow, Harry climbed up the small ladder and sat inside the cockpit.
The large and yet small cockpit fit the medium build of the rouge perfectly. The control stick sat along the right armrest in an unusual fashion. Where it would be in most planes was a large touch-screen monitor that currently displayed the plane's status in a blue transparent diagram. The throttle sat on the other armrest, though it was far larger than any other throttle. Instead it had several lock points at the different Mach Settings. There was a lock at Mach Two, Mach Four and Mach Eight to prevent dangerous overshooting. Breaking through the locks simply took a little bit more pressure. It served more as a warning than a security measure.
Harry glanced over his shoulder to find that the new plane had almost perfect rear visibility. He could see everything behind him except for the sixty or so degrees directly behind the seat. Looking back to the screen in front of him, Harry started pressing the touch screen between his legs. He scanned through the various screens; finding ship status, radar, thermal radar, the manual, the weapons status as well as several others.
The Ace climbed out of the cockpit, jumping to the ground with a smile on his face. He walked calmly over to where Hoffman and Pixie were deep in conversation. "Doctor, are the charges set?" Hoffman nodded. "Alright, Pixie, let's go."
Ten minutes later both Cipher and Pixie sat in the cockpits of the MFX-03 Silhouette dressed in the flight suits that had been left for them in the nearby ready room. Still no one had any idea that the two were there. Harry brought the engines online but kept the brakes of the landing gear held tight. The ship was starting to screech forward despite the restraint. Hoffman opened the hanger door. As soon as the encumbrance opened fully, the two pilots released their brakes and shot out into the night sky. Behind them the hanger exploded thanks to the multiple C4 charges left inside to cover their tracks. Together and without pursuit the stealthy planes climbed up into the sky, headed towards the Orion.
(End Chapter)
Hey, sorry guys. I'd meant to get this out a lot sooner but I was kind of waiting for my 300th review. He, he, well, here it is anyway. I'd meant to put in a dogfight at the end but I couldn't do it without sending the entire story spiraling out of control. I've been writing One-Shots for Gundam Seed and Ace Combat Zero over the past week and felt no real compulsion to complete this part. I think I can be a Beta Reader now too, at least I think it requires 5 published stories. Anyway, you can expect the next chapter in the next week or so. I'm out of school, don't have more than two video games and have completed my obligatory projects so the only thing that I can really do is fan fiction. Lucky for you. Anyway, I'm gonna take off now. Have a nice day.