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Okay, this is my way of getting my fingers warmed up so that I don't mess up when I'm actually writing. I just got out of Combat Arms so I can't really keep my fingers in the places where they are supposed to be so bear with me through this part. I've made a couple mistakes in that last couple of sentences so I hope you can understand my problem. If I can't type properly I can't write properly. Half the times that I've tried to write P I've written either O or . Okay, I should be at least a little bit warmed up by now; on with the Author's Note.
I'd like to thank all of you for your wonderful suggestions. It's unfortunate that I can't. Only a couple people gave me suggestions, despite me getting one that I really, really liked. Therefore I am dedicating this chapter to Snowdove30 for her spectacular use of a Norse dictionary. The winning entry is Einherjar which is interpreted as One-Man-Army. This fits in so well considering that Harry has only one ship at this point. As for the style of combat, by majority vote this story will be somewhat stealthy. Harry and the crew of the Einherjar will be assaulting and assassinating System Lords one-by-one as well as destroying small fleets of minor Goa'uld. I hope that you like it. Now, we shall begin.
This chapter is dedicated to Snowdove30.
August 23, 1999 (This is my fifth birthday, he, he.)
The world flashed by at an ever increasing speed. Colors of black, gray, and green, white, blue blurred his vision. He was getting dizzy. People were calling to him desperately. He couldn't hear them. He didn't want to hear them. The spinning increased. He didn't want it to stop. Nothing could stop him now. He was free! He was free to be free.
"Colonel!" Now isn't that a voice for sore ears… not.
Harry regretfully planted one foot on the ground and stopped his chair. Wobbling a bit, he placed his head on the table and silently cursed the Apophis for making one Senator Kinsey. Only a Goa'uld could be that sadistic. He'd been sitting in the briefing room for half an hour listening to his bullshit about funding for his team. They didn't fund him with anything! He hadn't even taken bullets out of the armory on his last visit.
"You may not think that this is serious but I assure you, it is," Kinsey said. Harry lifted his head to stare at the older man. "Your team has been working for almost two months and yet you still have nothing to offer in return for your exploits. The funding for your little side-operation is too much."
"Senator Bozo, I must implore you to understand that the funding for my team is actually less than the funding for SG-1," Harry said nonchalantly. "I haven't so much as taken a bullet out of the armory since I started my mission. All I took with me through that Gate," he gestured to the Stargate out the window, "is a few movies, a VCR, a TV, an electrical generator and some clothes, all of which I bought, by the way, with my own money from my own salary. Therefore there is absolutely no way that you can say that I have been spending tax-payer's dollars for an unbeneficial operation. The taxpayer's have nothing to do with SG-13."
"There are also several accounts of insubordination to your superiors that cannot be condoned," Kinsey continued as if he didn't even hear him.
"Kinsey," Harry said, drawing the Senator's attention. "This is not my court marshal. Even if it was, you are not a military court. You can't do anything to me as the Chairman of the Appropriations Committee beyond take away my funding, which is nothing, I might add."
"The point of this hearing is not about the funding," Kinsey interjected. "You have been working for two months and yet you have almost nothing to show for your efforts. Why should United States Government waste its money on a project that has only promises for results? Since you have nothing to give us in return I believe that the only option that we have is to recall your team and disband SG-13 so that their expertise can be used on actual projects with actual results." Harry's expression became steely and angry, despite the calmness with which he spoke.
"I believe, Senator, that exactly what I have to offer is far less than what I have actually given, be it willing or unwilling," Harry said coldly. "For example, the Galileo Class Battleship uses technology that I created and you stole from the MFX-29 which just so happened to have landed on Earth after my ship was destroyed." Harry leaned forward dangerously. "I may have lost my memories for a time but as of now they are so bright and clear it is as if they were only yesterday. So you should understand that without me you would not have your Galileo. Its engines, its life support and especially its hyperdrive were all designed by me and implemented by me. Per the agreement that I made with your President two years ago you cannot try and commandeer my ship. The MFX-29 is my ship. So far I have been lenient with the fact that you have so blatantly desecrated the agreement your country has made with me. Should I feel the need to I can activate a device that will shut down all of the technology that I designed on this planet. That includes your ship's life support. Do you understand where I am going with this?"
"You are threatening this country and its citizens!" Kinsey said angrily. "Guards, arrest him!" The guards did not move. Kinsey stared at them incredulously. "What are you waiting for? Arrest him!" The guards tipped their hats up to reveal their faces. Taylor Ellsinore and Silas Gorton stared back at him.
"These are two members of my team," Harry explained. "They fully understand exactly what I'm talking about. The last thing that they would do is follow orders from you. Now then, Senator, I suggest that you take your sorry fat ass out that door before I charge you with treason and conspiracy against the United States and its allies." Kinsey turned fuming to look at Harry.
"This is treason!"
"Kinsey, I know for a fact that you have been working with rouge elements of the NID to get technology for the defense of this planet," Harry explained softly but deadly. "I know that you are currently supervising a rouge operation to get any technology that you can from others in the galaxy. This is an act of treason and conspiracy against the United States and its allies. I won't press charges for now. My conditions are, however, that you drop this case with my team and never bring it up again. If you don't then sincerely wish that you never see me again." Needless to say Kinsey rushed out of the room.
Harry stood up and walked over to his two teammates. "That was fun," Silas smiled. "Did you see his face when you charged him with treason?"
"That overzealous hypocritical fat ass is a blemish and a stain on this planet's fine and reputable ambassadorial country to the stars," Taylor agreed. His colleagues stared at him.
"How long?" Harry and Silas asked simultaneously.
"Three hours."
"I would never spend three hours coming up with something to degrade a United States Senator," Harry shook his head disbelievingly. "I took at least four hours to come up with the conspiracy charges." Taylor and Silas blinked.
"You didn't actually know that he was doing those things?" Taylor asked incredulously.
"Nope, it was just a gamble," Harry smiled. "Come on, guys, we've still got to get cards and poker chips before we head back." He put his arms around his guards' necks and dragged them down the hall.
August 25, 1999
The Aurora Class exited hyperspace over a desert moon. Fittingly named Einherjar by one of the Asgard Ancients the ship glided into a geosynchronous orbit over one of the continents. No human or Goa'uld lived on the moon and it had no name. Its desert sands would shift under foot and hide even the most dangerous of enemies. It was the perfect place to begin. A beam of white light shot down from the Einherjar to the planet's surface and on the surface Harry briefed his troops.
"Alright, listen up," Harry cried out to the three platoons of soldiers he'd brought with them. He wore raggedy clothes and a tan cloak designed to hold water in a desert environment and to blend in with the sand. The rest of the men in front of him wore similar clothing along with an assortment of weapons. "This is the beginning of your desert warfare training. Over the next three days we will be waging war across this desert just as though it were an actual combat situation. Everyone outside of your own platoon is an enemy. Captain Nathan Bristow () will lead one platoon. Captain Samuel Black () will lead another platoon. I will lead the third. The weapons that you are holding are called Intars. They only stun and can't kill. They will however knock you out for as long as five minutes to two hours. In a few moments you will be beamed to one corner of the three square mile combat zone.
"When you are knocked unconscious, beam operators on the Einherjar will beam you back to the spawn point. When you wake up you will be able to resume combat operations as well as you can. The object of this mission is to capture six towers that are being erected at various points throughout the desert. The only way to win is to capture each tower. The only rules are that you cannot kill any opponent. You can set up an ambush at a tower, you can shoot your enemy in the head, or you can capture your opponents and tie them up so that they can't be sent back to the spawn point. Anything that you want to do you pretty much can do. The winning platoon will move on to the next round facing the two winning platoons from another ladder. The losing platoons will go without sleep until they win a mission." This excited some nervous shifting from the men… and women. "As we speak four other combat zones are being set up for the rest of your comrades. Do you all understand?"
"Sir Yes sir!" the troops cried back in response. Seconds later the three platoons were beamed away leaving only the captains of each team.
()(In Harry's system there are no ranks, at least militarily. Unofficially each member of SG-13 is a commander, second only to Harry himself. Apart from that there are individual leaders. There are Platoon Leaders, leading units of fifty men. They determine who is a Squad Leader for each of their five Squads. They are referred to as Lieutenants. Company Leaders run one Company, three Platoons, 150 soldiers. Each Company is generally run by one of SG-13. There are four Companies, 600 soldiers, in Harry's Army. The other 150 people in Harry's Crew run the Einherjar. Derrin and Samos from Hebridan are among the Crew and are currently on Hebridan recruiting more soldiers. The total enlistment rate for Hebridan is twenty per week.)
"Do you think they'll be able to handle it?" Sam asked Harry. His commander shrugged.
"It all depends on how well they can adapt," Harry explained. "When I went through Special Forces training with the Asgard they had us do a smaller scale, albeit more difficult version of exactly what we're doing now. Some guys almost completely lost it. Time will tell. I just hope that the threat of no sleep will motivate them." Harry cocked his M-14 Desert Camo Intar. "Alright, enough talking; let's go have some fun." The three were beamed away seconds later.
Desert Combat Zone
Four soldiers walked cautiously through a small narrow gulley with sand dunes flanking them on both sides. They were from the Bristow Platoon, Team Alpha. They'd been tasked with locating the tower in the area and radioing back to Nathan with the coordinates. Their weapons glowed red with the active sign. The mission had begun barely twenty minutes ago and already there were twelve casualties on Alpha's side. Red bolts shot out of the sand from the hidden muzzles of guns and dropped all four to the ground. The sand shifted as five men climbed out and checked the bodies of the unconscious soldiers seconds before they were beamed away to the spawn point.
Marius, a Squad Leader from Team Charlie, Black's Platoon, scanned the area carefully. He raised a hand off his G36K Intar and created three hand signs. His men understood and they started moving to the top of the dune on their left before disappearing out of sight. The other five men in the squad had stayed hidden in the ground to wait for any other unwary travelers. Marius radioed in their KDR (Kill/Death Rate) to Sam before he and his men continued on to the next area, the tower that they controlled. After moving cautiously for a few moments Marius dropped to the ground, his Squad mimicking him. The tower was in sight, a large outcropping of metal with a head-sized cube in the center that red which team controlled the tower. Six more soldiers from Alpha Team were moving towards the tower. Marius took aim and fired. His bolts barely missed one of the enemy's head as they dropped to the ground and found some cover behind a small dune.
Red bolts shot back and forth for a few minutes. Two from Marius's Squad 'died' and were beamed away. He'd managed to take out one of the enemy. Cursing as he had to reload he caught sight of a small green object land in front of him. Red light burst out and he lost consciousness.
One man stood up and walked down a sand dune shaking his head sadly. All of the eleven combatants were unconscious thanks to the Intar Grenades he'd just thrown. The five waiting in ambush hadn't noticed him either. That gave him sixteen kills to zero losses. It wasn't really fair. He was after all a desert warfare specialist. The man continued right to the tower and pressed his hand onto the cube. It changed color to black, the color denotation of Bravo Platoon, Potter's Unit. His jet black hair flowed in the wind as he raised his M-14 up onto his shoulder. Idly he fired two shots and knocked two Scout Snipers from Alpha Team unconscious.
The man continued walking east; towards where the Alpha Team's spawn point was and prepared his weapon. He was about at the crest of a dune when a tan shadow appeared directly in front of him. The man smiled; he hadn't noticed this new arrival's presence until he was right on top of him, literally.
"Captain Potter," the man bowed his head.
"You're supposed to radio in when you take out an enemy unit," Harry stated. "I know that as the Desert Warfare Specialist you think that you'd be in command of any Platoon sent on a DW Mission. However, at the moment I am the Team leader so you follow my rules to the letter. Is that understood?" The black haired man nodded. "Good, now, that's sixteen enemies down to zero deaths." A red bolt hit the man in the head. "Okay, one death," Harry corrected as he ducked down below another bolt. He brought up a pistol and fired three shots down at two Charlie Operators trying to take the tower, taking them both out. "Well, that's what you get when you become damn good at this game," Harry shrugged before walking off. "This is Bravo Leader. Lucas, get your squad up to Tower Three."
"Roger that," a voice said in his ear. Out of the corner of his eye Harry caught ten Alpha soldiers moving towards the tower. He smiled and tapped the ground three times in different before it shifted and he fell into the ground, completely hidden from view. This would be fun to watch.
Einherjar
Taylor and Silas stared at a holographic screen in one of the rec-rooms. It showed the battle on the ground in three different points of view, top-down, first person and another screen that displayed everyone's position as life signs. Taylor cheered when Oliver, the Desert Warfare Specialist on Harry's Team took out sixteen soldiers without taking a hit. Silas sulked. He'd just lost a bet. Watching for a few more minutes they saw Oliver get shot in the back of the head and Harry lazily dodge. Silas broke out laughing while Taylor sulked. The bets just kept on piling up.
"How are they doing?" Joshua asked as he walked in. The Kid of the original SG-13, being only twenty, he didn't get to fight very often, instead being put through rigorous training by Harry.
"Harry's Team is winning," Silas explained as he munched on some popcorn. Josh sat on his side and grabbed some of the tasty movie treat. "They've got three towers under their control. Half of Nathan's Team is incapacitated and Sam's Team is quickly taking over their territory. Man, I love this game!"
"Easy kiddo, our Platoons are going in the next round," Taylor reminded him. For the first round each platoon was lead by an SG-13 member so that the platoon knew what they were supposed to be doing. When the second round started the Platoon leader would change to someone in the platoon and they could have a day off. Still, it was damn fun to watch.
"How do you think the next match is going to go?" Josh asked around a mouthful of popcorn.
"I'd say that my Platoon will do okay, but I'm not sure if they have what it takes to win in a DWM," Taylor shrugged. "It isn't exactly my specialty either. Oh look, Marius is back in! Zoom in on him!" Josh and Silas chuckled and continued watching. It's always fun to watch someone shoot someone else, especially when they don't get hurt.
(End Chapter)
Well, what do you think? I figure that training would probably be pretty important and that they couldn't just go kill a Goa'uld right off the bat. The next chapter will deal with a few more training scenarios like Urban Warfare, Forest Warfare along with maybe a couple SWAT Type missions. After that we get to the first actual mission. Until then, have fun.
Atrum.