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Harry sent out his transmission detailing the existence of the Stargate. The world explodes in an uproar but already people have pledged their allegiance to the Last Ancient. Countries such as Japan, Germany and even the United States have all requested alliance with the Hoplites. However, some countries like China and North Korea have announced their firm disapproval and have started to marshal forces for an invasion of Hoplite Allied-Countries of Japan, Pakistan and Bangladesh. Harry watches this all happening from orbit. Already he is planning an end to hostilities.

This Time on Atrum Does Whatever the Hell He Wants!

You see what Harry plans to do.

Anticlimactic, isn't it?

Einherjar, Mission Control Room

The Mission Control Room of the Einherjar was located deep inside the ship. From there it had access to almost every function on the ship, except for ship controls themselves (the ship could only be controlled from the bridge or the secondary control room). Harry had asked the Asgard to make the room for him during their refit of the ship. To say he was pleased with it was an understatement.

Consoles littered the room in almost every conceivable place, numbering almost two dozen. Only a fraction of them were manned, however, since Harry didn't have enough controllers to fill them. All of the consoles revolved around a large holographic projector in the center of the room, similar to the one on the bridge. The stations were divided into four separate quarters separated by a walkway in between. There were six consoles in each quadrant. The actions of each station control a particular part of the hologram depending on what needs to be shown. Einherjar herself could only differentiate between life-signs and terrain on the planet's surface; there was simply too much data for any computer to sort through in real time. It was up to specific controllers to determine exactly who was who, where they were fighting, who the enemy was, what the enemy was doing, et cetera. Some of the more Earth-Educated of the Hoplites determined it similar to an AWACS (Advanced Warning and Control System (I think, Air might be in there somewhere as well)) from human air forces, only more advanced by a factor of twelve.

As it was, the hologram showed the movements of Chinese soldiers as they prepared to charge into the Pakistani Mountain Ranges bordering China. Because of the size of the area shown, different divisions of the Chinese Army were shown instead of individual soldiers.

Harry stood near the hologram in the center of the room with seven other people, all wearing military uniforms. They were Generals from the various nations that had joined Harry's alliance. One was from the United States, another from Germany, Japan, Canada, et cetera. They were all staring up at the hologram in wonder, similar thoughts running through everyone's minds (thoughts being 'If we had one of these the world would have been united years ago!' or something similar). To eliminate cultural conflicts, Harry had given them all small earpieces that translated any language spoken into any language understood (meaning if I spoke English to a German guy he would hear German come out of my mouth and vice versa). Some specific words like nouns stayed in the original language but these could be worked around.

Harry let the surroundings soak in for a few minutes before speaking. "As you can see China has been massing its forces since my speech ended. From the radio transmissions we've intercepted we've determined that they plan to invade the surrounding countries Tuesday morning. Considering the amount of forces being used they'll be able to sweep through within a few days at the most. We need to stop them at the border otherwise it could deteriorate into full scale World War with casualties in the tens of millions." The Generals stared at him incredulously.

"You're saying we have a day and a half!" the German General said in thinly veiled annoyance. "What do you expect us to do? Even if we follow your orders here it would take a week to mass our forces and get them to the combat zone! We don't have the kind of technology to do that!"

"But I do," Harry reminded. "Your countries want to join me in an alliance and I've accepted. That means that we share things both ways, not just you to me or me to you. Do you remember how you got up here?" The question was rhetorical. "That same system is capable of transmitting matter all over the planet. That's how we move our troops, provided we can get them."

"I can get a Marine Battalion ready to move within the day," the US General mused. "But that won't be enough to protect three countries, not by a long shot. It'll take at least three days to get America's Armies ready to fight."

"The same can be said for us," the German General agreed, as did the Canadian officer.

"I think that my own forces can hold off the Chinese for about that long, if we have help from the promised Marine Battalion," Harry conceded. "Protecting Japan shouldn't be too difficult, either. Any invasion from Korea or China would have to be either land or sea. My air force can handle that. General Sakai, I'll send down six of my aircraft to your bases, is that alright?"

"Six?" Sakai said incredulously. "If the Chinese launch an all out invasion against my country it'll take a lot more than six aircraft to hold them off!"

"It'll be enough, I promise," Harry said seriously. "Remember, the Chinese only have 20th Century technology; my planes are the equivalent of 22nd Century tech."

"And just what are your fighters?" the American General asked. Harry regarded him out of the corner of his eye.

"They're modified versions of the MFX-03 Silhouette that I stole from you earlier in the year," Harry stated. The General's eyes widened.

"That was you!?" Harry nodded but didn't provide an answer.

"General Sakai, you don't have to worry about a thing," Harry said sympathetically. "MIG 29s and Sukhoi 27s won't be able to down my Silhouettes. Any fleet the Chinese launch will be intercepted before they get anywhere near Japan, of that I assure you." Sakai grimaced but nodded.

"Just what do you plan to do until we can get our forces in position?" General Graff (the German General) asked gruffly. "Just how many of these 'space marines' do you have?" Harry blinked. That's a good name.

"I can bring to bear about fifteen hundred 'Space Marines', all equipped with battle armor decades beyond your own. Each of my companies is probably equal to one of your battalions, statistically speaking. However my men have much more combat experience than I would think any of yours do. If I'd hazard a guess I would say it would take five US Marine companies to take down one of mine." Harry hastily continued at the sight on the American General's face. "I'm speaking from a professional standpoint here; my men have fought more times against more people and with better technology than the US Military or any other can amount to. They should be able to fight off the Chinese invasion forces for at least a day, probably more, without reinforcements." Harry licked his lips. "However, I will need my commanders. All of the members of SG-13 are going to have to be released from the brig so that they can command. Is that alright?" The American General nodded.

"Pardon my idiocy here," the Canadian General started. "But the Americans have two space battleships and entire squadrons of advanced fighters that you shut down. Can't we just reactivate them to use in this war?" It was a valid point.

"Normally I would say absolutely not," Harry stated seriously. "I'm still going to say no. I won't let Americans fly my planes until I can safely say that I trust them. General," he said to the American. "I'll send some of my people over to the Galileo and the Copernicus to requisition two squadrons of Raiders. That's about how many pilots I have." The American stewed silently but knew he could do nothing about it.

"And what about this battle armor of yours," General Graff said. "Can we get some for our own troops? If it works like you say it would cut casualty rates in half." Harry shook his head.

"My factories are working overtime as it is," he said. "I'll have enough for my own Marines by tomorrow, when the next batch is slated to finish. But it takes a week for each batch and only one batch can be made at a time. If I could, I would. But the truth is that my industrial capacity is limited to this ship alone. I can make one fighter a week or three hundred suits of battle armor a week but not much else." None of the Generals liked it, having their allies 'holding out on them' when some technology could save their men's lives. "I know what you're thinking. But this war can't last more than one week; if it does we'll have killed so many people it won't even be worth it to save the rest. I know that you've all gotten the answers you didn't want to hear but right now, we don't have a choice. I'd please ask you to go back to your countries and confirm your stake in this." One by one the Generals nodded. Harry thanked them and sent them on their way. He had other work to do.

Einherjar, Simulation Room

Kane Tenant stood in the center of the simulation room, an unused compartment retrofitted by Harry personally to create a controlled environment with which to train in using holographic imagery. He stood full clad in Hoplite Battle Armor. Each Company had a different customization to their individual Armors. For the Hoplites it was the bracer on the left arm that generated the Hoplite's iconic energy shield. As Acting Commander of Harry's Hoplites (as Harry is often busy on other tasks); Kane had specialized Armor slightly more advanced than his men's.

Battle Armor in general was focused around armors plates on each limb and torso. This armor is made from highly modified Tritium, adjusted so that it wouldn't conduct heat easily. It was these plates that took so long to manufacture due to the metal's volatility. Each armor plate could take five bullets in the same spot before succumbing. However, that would require five direct hits consecutively in the same place to pierce it. With damage spread throughout the plate it could easily take up to a clip of ammunition before collapsing and leaving the wearer open to attack. Comparatively it would take three Staff Weapon blasts to melt the armor. The tritium armor plates were set along each limb, attached to a thick and heavy synthetic bodysuit. This body suit would resist tears extremely effectively and was pressurized. Combined with the helmet, a soldier wearing Battle Armor could easily (and was supposed to be able to) survive in space until his/her oxygen ran out.

(If you need a visual reminder think of the Kull Warrior concept from Season 7-8 SG1 combined with the Sentinel Combat Uniform from Resistance 2. The helmet has a tube that runs from the mouth to a canister on the belt that supplies oxygen, by the way. That's the only difference visible in both Armor visuals. If you still need a visual reference think to the Orbital Drop Shock Troop's Body Suit from Halo 3. If one of those doesn't ring a bell then nothing will.)

Kane pulled out the tube that fed oxygen to his helmet, let it retract into his belt. He pressed a button on the neck simultaneously. His helmet lifted off his head and disappeared into his collar (similar to the Horus Guard Armor concept (the helmet disappears completely, not visible anymore)). Battle Armor was extremely useful but it still made Kane feel claustrophobic to an extent. The adrenaline that coursed through his system during battle outweighed that phobia but during training it was quite apparent. Still, he'd much rather have his men equipped with the Armor than not.

Because of his rank, Kane's set of Armor had a few perks. It had more advanced communications systems that allowed him to directly communicate with the overall commander. As well he had sub screens on his helmet's Heads-Up-Display that showed his men's life signs, divided into their different Platoons and Squads, all accessible through voice commands. Apart from that his suit wasn't much different from the standard soldier's something the R&D Department strived for when designing weapons.

With his simulation over, Kane left the room. Harry had them heading down to Southern Asia later that day; he needed to be ready… and showered… they probably wouldn't shower for another week.

Pakistan, Chinese Border

White light flooded the area as one hundred and fifty armored men sprang into existence over an area of three miles, the only route into the country. One small town lay in the pass that the Chinese had to go through. The armored men were split into five platoons with each platoon placed at a different place in the mountain pass. First Platoon was located on top of a mountain overlooking the town on one side and China on the other. Kane accompanied First Platoon as commander; the other nine men were snipers whose ranges far exceeded the Chinese. Second and Third Platoons lay in wait one mile outside the town's borders on the only path through the pass, hurriedly preparing bunkers of rock and foliage. Fourth Platoon was behind them spaced as such that they could provide assistance to either position. Fifth Platoon lay on the other side of the pass, another sniper area.

Overhead Chinese fighter planes shot by, completely missing First Company on their pass. Kane watched them go; the ground invasion would surely follow. He turned his head back down the pass. Already he could see the enemy in the distance. He lowered his helmeted head to his rifle scope, alright lining up with a Chinese infantryman. All around him the Hoplites did the same. They watched as the Chinese infantry closed the gap on the road, drawing ever nearer to Second Platoon's position. Kane keyed his radio. "Fire."

(End Chapter)

Sorry for the sudden ending. This chapter has been sitting here like this for about four days with all but the last two lines written. I was going to put a battle scene in there but decided (eventually) that it would just be redundant and unexciting. You may think otherwise but regardless I couldn't write a scene. So I'm just going to skip to the end and move the story along.

This entire story arc may seem bland and dull, from the fall of the alliance through the Chinese Invasion. Really it was the best I could do while moving the story into its next arc, which I know you, will enjoy. Anywho, I'll see you in a little while after I write the next scene. It shouldn't take me too long.