Disclaimer: As always, I do not own Harry Potter or Stargate SG-1.
Sorry about the names. When in the same room I'll refer to Harry's Sam as Sam and O'Neill's Sam as Carter.
June 26, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: Stargate Command
Harry and his two subordinates sat around the table in the briefing room alongside Colonel O'Neill and General Hammond. Harry was busy away writing up a mission report concerning their encounter with SG-1 on the alien planet. Since Hammond had covered for them calling it a rescue mission they now had to write reports about what actually happened there. He sighed; he'd forgotten how boring writing the reports was. Sam and Taylor had already finished theirs, a fact which Harry envied.
"So, what actually happened while you were out there?" Jack asked as Harry typed away on a laptop. "You were gone for a month but you said there were no casualties. What else happened?" Sam and Taylor shot an imperceptible glance to their CO and remained silent.
"Well, we found an Ancient Base on a planet the Goa'uld don't know about," Harry explained, not looking up from his typing. "It didn't have a lot of technology but it did have a few knickknacks and trinkets like what you saw earlier in the Gate Room. That was a handheld probe that could be sent through the Stargate and could be used in conjunction with another device to simulate all the functions of a MALP. It's quite a valuable device to use especially when you don't know what's on the other side."
"What about weapons?" Jack inquired, twiddling his thumbs.
"We found a few odd-shaped missiles that could have lost their power," Harry shrugged. "They don't seem to work. There were a few other hand-held weapons that probably worked as stunners when they had power. Everything that we've found has been over ten thousand years old."
"Then is it really worth it to continue your operation?" Hammond wondered. "Are we getting anything out of the expense?"
"Well General," Harry said, finally looking up from his laptop. "We have accomplished a few things. In fact just last week we destroyed a super-soldier project for one of the System Lords, killing three Goa'uld scientists in the process. My men right now are searching for a target to assassinate. With any luck another System Lord will be dead within the week." That wasn't entirely true. Nathan and Silas had been tasked with finding a Goa'uld but their intentions were hardly with the intent of killing him/her.
"The president agreed to this operation thinking that he would be getting something out of it," Hammond affirmed. "I don't think that the deaths of a few Goa'uld Scientists are going to hold him over." Harry sighed deeply. He knew this was going to happen. He pulled something from his pocket and tossed it onto the table.
"This is a late-generation Ancient Stunner weapon," Harry explained as Jack picked it up. "It's used similar to a Zat. One shot stuns, two shots kill. However the first shot knocks the person out without causing them pain. On the battlefield it's an almost useless weapon." Hammond glanced at the weapon before looking back at Harry. "I'm sorry, sir. The Ancients weren't the kind of people to build infantry weapons. They specialized in ship-to-ship warfare, not ground wars like Earth."
"Well did you find any big honking space guns?" Just guess.
"Yes, we did," Harry nodded. "However we had no way of powering those weapons at the time. In fact we found a Satellite Weapon capable of piercing Goa'uld Shields a few systems from Earth. Since we couldn't power it we could only read the logs."
"Wait, if it was in space how could you get to it?" Hammond wondered. Unknown to him both Taylor and Sam blanched; Earth wasn't supposed to find out about the Orion yet. The NID would nail them in an instant and they would have to turn over the ship or become traitors.
"Well sir, the station was of a somewhat older design so it had a ring platform on it," Harry stated thinking quickly. "We just ringed up from the planet."
"You said that you read the logs," Jack affirmed. "How much power does it take to operate?" Harry stared at his former colleague. You could always trust Jack to show his smarter side when it involved space guns.
"Well, the conversion rate is rather odd to determine due to it being a different species but from what I can tell the station would take roughly one Giga watt or a thousand Megawatts depending on your preference."
"Sir, that's within the standard output for a Naquadah Generator," Jack realized, turning his head towards the General. "Sir, couldn't we 'tow' the station here with the Galileo and the Prometheus?" Unknown to either of them, Harry flinched. They were supposed to accept that they couldn't use the station.
"Clever, but no," Harry interrupted. "We thought about that. It would take roughly six times the Galileo's engine output to move that thing even an inch. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news here but Earth is still relatively new in the galaxy. Compared to the Ancients, we are nothing. They could build satellite weapons and use them. They could even build ships that could move them. We, on the other hand are a bit under the average line here. Earth will need to grow a bit more before it can hope to actually be a power in the galaxy." Hammond stared at Harry for a few moments before nodding his understanding.
"Is there anything else that you would like to discuss?" Hammond inquired.
"Well sir, there are a few more minor bits and pieces here and there but they're just that; minor," Harry continued. "However, I promised Sam here that he'd be able to go and see his family this trip. I'd like to let him get out of here as soon as possible. Can we finish this up in a few days, sir? I'll hand my report in to you then as well."
June 25, 1999: Milky Way: Chulak: High Orbit: Orion
The Orion drifted through the space far above the planet Chulak, which had fallen under the control of Baal after the death of Apophis. It had become a minor garrison for Baal. He kept a few Hataks around the planet as well as a small factory on the ground which built his Death Gliders. Intelligence showed the Baal would be transporting some rather important cargo here soon; hosts.
Marcus stared at the screens on the bridge that showed everything around them. He'd been left in command while Harry was on Earth. He'd left standing orders that the Orion was to head to Chulak and ambush Baal's transports before they could land on the planet. With any luck they would be able to destroy three of Baal's Hataks before they could even shoot back.
A hyperspace window opened and three Hatak vessels appeared. The main gun on the Orion lifted up and fired a laser at one of the Hataks. The beam hit the center pyramid dead on, rending a large gaping hole in the side. A second shot tore through the Pel'tak and the engine room. The entire ship went up in flames seconds later.
The other two ships noticed their sister get blasted to smithereens and raised their shields. Yellow energy blasts shot towards the Ancient Destroyer. Marcus ordered evasive maneuvers to be taken. The Orion pitched up and increased speed, rolling over the blasts and returning fire with the main gun. The laser slammed into the shield before it could it slice through the hull. One could see it fluctuated as the beam strained the capacitors.
Both ships started launching Death Gliders. The CIWS on the Orion activated and started swiveling. Streams of lasers shot out of the weapons, destroying multiple Death Gliders before they could enter weapons range. The Orion spun around in a brilliant waltz of attack, dodge and defend as they dueled. The second Hatak lost its shields and exploded in a large fireball.
The ship shook violently as several energy blasts impacted the upper armor. Marcus swiveled his head around to see three Hataks coming at them from behind along with the fourth in front of them. Grunting he ordered for random evasive maneuvers. The Orion pitched down forty degrees and its engines shut down. Energy blasts shot over their heads as the pilot rolled over and reactivated the engines, dashing away.
Shield strength had dropped to under forty percent with the sneak attack from behind. Marcus grunted as they tried to evade the attacks and get a shot off here and there. Reaching a decision he ordered a retreat and the ship jumped to hyperspace, leaving the Goa'uld far behind.
(End Chapter)
Author's Notes: Well, I know that this is rather short but I'm kind of short on time. I didn't really have anything else to put into the briefing so I put in the no dialogue space battle instead. This kind of foreshadows what's to come and I assure you that it is likely unique. If you actually think about what happened in the battle you might come up with a hypothesis. If anyone guesses correctly I'll be sure to include a nice little cookie.
I'm on vacation for the next three weeks so my access to a computer will be limited. I'll try an update when I get the chance but don't be surprised if you don't see another update for three weeks. I don't really have a choice at this point.
The story is going to get a bit more interesting now and I honestly can't wait to write some more. However I'm terrible at writing by hand and typing is just infinitely easier. To pass the times away go read The Terran Alliance, also by me. It's another combat novel thing kind of like this with a fancy little plot line snuck in. It's about twenty something thousand words right now so that should provide an evenings pleasure. Well, my ride's coming so I should probably get out of here. Later…