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Alright, I've finished thinking. Now I feel that it's time to give you a slaughterhouse. This will be Jaffa Versus Hoplites for control of Montgomery's Ancient Weapons Outpost.
October 13, 1999
Montgomery slowly came into view on the horizon, the rising sun as a backdrop. Filtered rays spread out across the city, illuminating the dark spaces and distributing warmth wherever needed. Kane took a deep breath. His new command position didn't help him out very much; it just put all the pressure on him. His eyes drifted over the small fleet flying in formation. They shifted to the city. Even at a distance he could see almost a dozen fortified positions in between the buildings.
"Fuck," Kane cursed. "Our ships can't survive Staff Cannon Blasts, or at least I wouldn't want to test it. Cloak all of our ships. The pilot transmitted the order throughout the fleet. Seconds later there were no ships in the air, only blips on a radar screen. "Alright, I want the fleet to hover over their drop points. Take us to the ground behind their lines." The pilot nodded and lowered his ship to a near hover in a street. "Alright, bring up a top down view." The HUD reacted instantly. "Do you see these points?" Kane pointed out several places, the Jaffa emplacements. "Each of these Gateships is equipped with Drone Weapons, right? Once my team drops, target each of these emplacements."
"What are we doing?" the pilot inquired. "We don't we just blast them now before the troops go in?"
"They're positioned in a circular pattern around the Outpost Rings. If we hit those cannons now all of the Jaffa will retreat to the target building, hold up and then we'll never get them out. I'll take my team and clear that building. When the Jaffas retreat, they'll run right into our trap. Do you understand?"
"What's there to understand?"
"When you see my signal, blow it up." Kane turned around and walked into the crew compartment. "Alright boys, let's go. Follow my lead and don't fall behind." Kane opened the rear hatched and climbed out, the rest of the troops in his wake.
Ten Jaffas stood in the building, surrounding the rings that Lord Baal wanted so badly. Their staff weapons held at ease; each soldier was certain that the outside defense wouldn't be penetrated without their knowing. They'd never know how wrong they were. Just outside the Victorian building, ten humans moved along cautiously, rifles held at the ready. A patrol had just past them by without noticing a thing. Kane stepped up to a window, peeked inside. Getting a feel for the enemy positions, he dropped down and motioned to his team. Signals flew from his as each man received his orders. The team moved quickly, spreading around the outside of that room, in some cases inside the building itself. Kane kneeled alone in front of the window, counting down in his head. Reaching zero, he stood rapidly and jabbed his rifle into the window, pulled hard on the trigger.
Bullets exploded from his rifle, splitting across the room and tearing anything in their way to shreds. Three Jaffa went down in the opening seconds. The others turned their heads quickly to the source of the fire. Doors behind them slammed open as the rest of Kane's team stormed the building, taking no prisoners; quick efficient and ruthless with no survivors.
"Set up the heavy machine guns," Kane ordered. Three men set to work setting up huge single barreled machine guns in the windows. Kane stepped outside of the building, looked up along the wooden walls. He pulled a flare gun from a pocket on his vest and pointed into the sky. A long red stream shot up, exploding in the sky. He didn't have to wait to see the yellow missiles shot from the invisible source or the systematic explosions that followed. "Don't shoot until you have four enemies in sight. We want their retreat to get caught in the open."
On the outside of the enemy's encirclement, Third Platoon Commander Frank Marathi landed roughly on the ground. He shouldered his rifle and fired off a quick burst of bullets, dropping a retreating Jaffa. The other soldiers in his squad landed around him, having dropped from a height of about six feet. Frank glanced around, not seeing anything but bodies.
"Well boys, it seems that we're clear all the way to the target," Frank said to the men. "Keep an eye out while we advance. That air strike wouldn't get them all." The men screamed their assent and the unit moved hurriedly down the street. All around the target building, strike teams were converging inside the perimeter defense. Squads 2 through 5 of the Hoplites covered the east side of the building while Squads 1 through 5 of the Shock Troops covered the west side. First Squad of the Hoplites, Kane's unit, held their position inside the target building with heavy machines guns guarded by Hoplite shields. Within a few minutes of the human forces landing on the ground, gunfire broke out near Kane's position, the Jaffa soldiers pushed back towards him by Shock Troops.
In the sky above a single Gateship flew over the rest. The pilot, Lieutenant Colonel Harry Potter, watched the battle with a bird's eye view. He smirked; Lieutenant Kane's tactics had the air of experience about them. The quiet man had never really talked much about his past. This much the Colonel knew from reading the man's biography (a requirement of every member of Harry's Army is to write a short biography of themselves explaining their trade, skills, weaknesses and such). All the information that Kane had provided was fake, after all. Harry had his suspicions and this just confirmed them. The smirk still on his face, Harry dropped the Gateship down towards the target. He set the now-cloaked ship on the ground and opened the back hatch. He clambered out and walked through Kane's defenses without the man's sentries ever being the wiser.
"Good job, Lieutenant," Harry said, coming up behind the man. Kane lurched horribly at that and spun around, his rifle barreled coming at Harry's head. The Colonel merely grabbed the barrel of the weapon before it could go off. "Hold this area for ten minutes while I activate the weapon. Is that understood?"
Kane panted, terrified at being snuck up on by his own commander. "Yes sir," he breathed. Harry nodded jovially and backed up to steps. Not a second later, five rings shot up, blocking the colonel from view. A yellow light flashed and he disappeared. "Whoa…"
Harry glanced around the room he entered. Lights flashed on all around him, illuminating an Ancient Control Chair and several other consoles. A Goa'uld Scientist stood at one of the consoles, unknowing of the battle going on above ground. The Scientist's head spun as the rings activated. Harry silenced him quickly with a shot from a pistol in his hand. He walked quickly forward and sat in the control chair. Harry closed his eyes and accessed the outpost's computer system. Information streamed into his head, logs, missions, recent actions, etc. It seemed that the Goa'uld had accessed one file in particular from the outpost. Shit, Harry thought. Regardless of the file, the Colonel accessed the weapon system. Thirty orbital satellites came to life in the near-space above the planet. An orbital view from one of those satellites infiltrated his mind. It showed red life signs all over the continent. Weapon pods on the satellites opened, seven pods per. All at once, 210 blue lasers shot down from orbit, piercing the skulls of 210 different Jaffa/Goa'uld on the planet below. As quickly as the lasers came, they disappeared. Five seconds later, another barrage shot down from orbit. Then another… And then another…
Within only one minute, every single Goa'uld Symbiote on the planet was dead. Mission complete.
October 14, 1999
After the elimination of the Goa'uld, Harry's Hoplites had quickly abandoned the planet. Despite leaving a planet of ceaseless turmoil behind, no one despaired at the abandonment. No one wanted to fight a war that they didn't have a stake in. Harry himself sat in his personal quarters on the Einherjar, reading over a message from one of his spy satellites. His mind was not on the report at all, rather on the data taken from the computer terminal. Baal's scientist had retrieved information regarding the Ancient Healing Device. Whether the Goa'uld knew what he had found or not, it posed a problem. His mind traveled back to one of his first missions as commander of SG-13. An Ancient Healing Device combined with the Super-Soldier data from Tartarus could create an enemy far more dangerous than any Jaffa. And yet they could do nothing about it without some kind of information. Harry sighed helplessly.
The door opened suddenly, revealing Pixy's disheveled face. "Harry, I just made contact with Earth. They've ordered SG-13 back to base. We're being recalled!"
"What did you say back?" Harry asked hastily.
"I told them that I'd contact the rest of the team and that we'd be back in twenty four hours." Pixy exhaled. "Harry, what are we going to do?"
"We're not being recalled for lack of reason," Harry commented, leaning back in his chair. "Kinsey probably went to the President, arguing that we aren't bringing anything back with us. Of course that asshole probably doesn't even realize how much more we could do out here." He sighed. "Oh well; we can't very well command the Einherjar from a planet." Harry keyed a button on his desk. "Marc, are you up there? Activate Stealth Mode and set a course for Earth."
"Yokai," Marc answered. "Why are we headed to Earth?"
Harry smirked. "Didn't you ever read Jules Verne?"
(End Chapter)
Alright, I'll admit that I rushed that chapter rather badly. I'm on a writing frenzy on one of my other projects (ten superior-quality pages in a week) so it's a surprise I even got this out while I could. How much I write over the next week depends on school mostly. I live in northern New York and ski everyday after school. As such I get home after dark every single day. Therefore I feel very little inclination to write most days. Regardless, I gave you something.
P.S. Cookies for anyone who can guess what happens next.