Authors note: sorry about the delay, but be advised that as you are reading this, I'm writing chapter 3!
Disclaimer: Contrary to what you may beleive, I do not own Stargate, or the Starsiege Universe. Or Kermet the Frog, or Eminem. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing fan fiction about them, I'd sue people like this for writing fan fiction about it...
As always, please review, give me some indication of what you think! does this suck ass? Does it rule?
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Chapter 2 Into the Base
The rumbeling of the powerful engine quietened to near inaudable, but the viabration of the inside stayed the same. There was 30 troops in this APC with me. The APC had been designed to hold 25. Since I was the commanding officer however, the troops managed to give me extra space, so I could feel my arms, and, if I craned my head enough, see my watch face. It was 1200 hours. We should be there by now. My earpiece crackeled
"Drive to lead"
"This is lead" I responded into the mike positioned just in front of my mouth, much like the old fashioned headsets worn by Earth Special Forces groups. "Go ahead"
"Lead, we're about a klick out from the target, and we're in the operation zone"
"Rojer, drive, open the hatch, we're ready to disembark" Right on time.
The hum of the heavy machinery cut through the reletive silence - I say reletive, because you squash 30 guys in a small box, bouce it around for three hours, and see how silent they are - and the oiled hatch moved out, then slid smoothly to the side, leaving a 7foot by 4foot gap. "Come on you apes!" I shouted over the sound of the men running out of the APC "Do you want to live forever!?" A few of the guys smiled at the weak joke, but the majority simply sighed at the pointless question.
The men formed up into three squadrens of 10. I lead one, my second in command, Dash, lead the second group, and the grizzeled veteran, Pap, lead the third group. Dash was a young girl, only 23. She had been promoted due to her increadably fierce fighting. She had a athletic figure, and long pale blond hair. She was more than a second in command, she was what was closest to a best friend. She got her nickname from her main tactic; snipe from afar, then a quick dash into the befuddled enemy who still thought they were facing an annoying sniper. Pap was a old veteran, he was 43, although he insisted he was only 35. He was a strong man, with muscles starting to turn to fat, as they do with the onslaught of age. However, he was still very sharp minded, and one of the best tactitions on Eutopia. I looked over them, and nodded in approval. Everyone was ready to move out. Weapons had been checked, and armour activated. I myself was in a Command armour, the most recent development from my scientific team, as was Dash. I had split the mission into three parts, thus the three squads. Dash's squad were the grunts in this mission, and were outfitted in medium armour. Their job was a frontal attack, try to pin down the enermy, and keep pushing forward. Pap had control of the heavies. They would swing around and attack the right flank. I was hoping that with the confusion from the attack, my squadren, the light armours would sneak around to the rear left, and breach the parimeter before the enemy even knew we were there.
"Tigers" I spoke into the mike "move out!"
Dash's squadren broke into a sprint. With my command helmet, I was able to tap into her squadrens communication band "...slow losers! Move it! We want to get there before sunrise people! Whats the matter with you guys? You're..." I clicked it off with a smile.
"Grizzleys, move out!" Pap's squad slowly moved off. The increadable power of the heavy armour was counteracted by its slow speed. however, they seemed to be making good time. Very good time. Puzzled, I flicked to the Grizzley band "uh, uh, uh, uh, stayen alive! You can tell by the way..." Wincing, i switched that chanel off. Hearing Pap sing Staying Alive was like hearing Kermet the Frog singing The Real Slim Shady. I felt sorry for his squad. Obviously they didn't believe his threat to move faster quickly enough. I waited with my squadren. "Okay Ice!" Dash shouted over the line. "We've got them busy!" I smiled. She sounded happy. She was seemed to be happiest when taking it to the enemy. "Ok squad!" I shouted over the Lightning band "Lets move out!" As one, we ignited our jetpacks, and moved from 0 to 120 mph in .01 of a second. I'd like to see a Ferrari that could beat that. We stoped at about 300 feet, and moved out in a wide circle that would take us to the point behind the base, but keep us out of detection range. I looked down, and saw multiple explosions lighting up the sky at the base of the fortress. Several turrents were still blasting, and I saw a medium, foolishly standing upright, catch an ion bolt to the chest. His armour appeared to have taken the brunt of the wound, but he still staggered and fell over backwards, seemingly unconsious. I shook my head. Dash is going to be pissed. Not that the guy got hit, but that h took a stupid chance. I wondered what was he thinking? Then blinked rapidly as the answer lit up the sky, where the turrent was, or used to be.
"Commander?" a querry on my ear piece snapped me out of my reflections "We're in position."
"Ok" I checked our position. As expected, all of the defenders had moved to the opposate side of the base, to contend with the assulters there.
Time to put phase two into operation. "Grizzley Squadren!" I shouted. A grunt of acknowledgement responded. "Pull back!"
"Yes sir" Pap responded
in the distance, I saw the heavies slowly moving back in an orderly fashion. Some of the defenders, eager to push their advantage, followed. "Tiger Squadren!"
"Yes Ice?" breathed Dash
"Move your squadren back and to the left flank"
"Ok" She responded. By the way, Dash is the only person who calls me Ice. Everyone else says 'Commander' or 'sir'. i guess she's the only person I allow to call me Ice.
In front of me, my plan was unfolding. With The heavies pulling back on the right flank, and the mediums moving towards the left, it seperated the defenders into two groups, neither of whom where considering a third attack party. "Ok guys!" I yelled into my mike "MOVE!"
The troops around me began their attack in whatever way they wanted. Some simply punched their jetpack, and sped at 120 mph into the base. Others gained some more altitude, while a few droped to the ground, and moved in running. I myself, let myself drop to 20 feet, then punched the acceleration, to rate at 120 only 25 feet above the ground. We were nearing the gates. Around me, troops started opening up with their ion guns. I did the same. The turrents, although reacting swiftly, were quickly destroyed without any support from troops. I shot over the gates, and noticed most of the troops doing the same. "Ice!" shouted Dash "It's working! They're breaking up!" I grinned, and flicked my mike to tri setting "All squadrens, push forward and attack!" The defenders, believing they were defeating the enemy, had allowed themselves to be lured beyond the protective walls and turrents, and split into two groups. Suddenly, they had recieved warnings about a parameter breach on the oppisate side of the fort. While they were confused, my troops had pushed forward to attack them from the rear, and Grizzley and Tiger squadrens had shown their true capabilities. I allighted on the front wall, and sighted at the milling enemy, now surrounded by my troops. No mercy. I squezed the trigger.
Daniel sighed. It had been a long day, and the PS374 hierographs still needed to be interpreted. Well, he could leave it till tomorrow. He stood up, and stretched, feeling his spine pop, and straighten. He couldn't wait to go on another mission, somewhere relaxing. His door burst open, and Sam poked her head through. "Daniel, we had a briefing. Where were you?" He smacked his head
"Damn! I forgot all about it, sorry Sam" Sam smiled forgivingly.
"don't worry, we're only going on a routine patrol." Daniel cursed under his breath "Why are we going, why doesn't General Hammond send SG3? Thats their speciality" Sam looked reproving
"daniel, you know SG3 is still under quarintine after that virus scare, SG2 is offworld, and the other SG teams are on leave." Daniel sighed. it would be better than sitting around here anyway.
"So where are we headed, anyway" Sam shrugged.
"Some world, I think its PS593"
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Disclaimer: Contrary to what you may beleive, I do not own Stargate, or the Starsiege Universe. Or Kermet the Frog, or Eminem. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing fan fiction about them, I'd sue people like this for writing fan fiction about it...
As always, please review, give me some indication of what you think! does this suck ass? Does it rule?
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Chapter 2 Into the Base
The rumbeling of the powerful engine quietened to near inaudable, but the viabration of the inside stayed the same. There was 30 troops in this APC with me. The APC had been designed to hold 25. Since I was the commanding officer however, the troops managed to give me extra space, so I could feel my arms, and, if I craned my head enough, see my watch face. It was 1200 hours. We should be there by now. My earpiece crackeled
"Drive to lead"
"This is lead" I responded into the mike positioned just in front of my mouth, much like the old fashioned headsets worn by Earth Special Forces groups. "Go ahead"
"Lead, we're about a klick out from the target, and we're in the operation zone"
"Rojer, drive, open the hatch, we're ready to disembark" Right on time.
The hum of the heavy machinery cut through the reletive silence - I say reletive, because you squash 30 guys in a small box, bouce it around for three hours, and see how silent they are - and the oiled hatch moved out, then slid smoothly to the side, leaving a 7foot by 4foot gap. "Come on you apes!" I shouted over the sound of the men running out of the APC "Do you want to live forever!?" A few of the guys smiled at the weak joke, but the majority simply sighed at the pointless question.
The men formed up into three squadrens of 10. I lead one, my second in command, Dash, lead the second group, and the grizzeled veteran, Pap, lead the third group. Dash was a young girl, only 23. She had been promoted due to her increadably fierce fighting. She had a athletic figure, and long pale blond hair. She was more than a second in command, she was what was closest to a best friend. She got her nickname from her main tactic; snipe from afar, then a quick dash into the befuddled enemy who still thought they were facing an annoying sniper. Pap was a old veteran, he was 43, although he insisted he was only 35. He was a strong man, with muscles starting to turn to fat, as they do with the onslaught of age. However, he was still very sharp minded, and one of the best tactitions on Eutopia. I looked over them, and nodded in approval. Everyone was ready to move out. Weapons had been checked, and armour activated. I myself was in a Command armour, the most recent development from my scientific team, as was Dash. I had split the mission into three parts, thus the three squads. Dash's squad were the grunts in this mission, and were outfitted in medium armour. Their job was a frontal attack, try to pin down the enermy, and keep pushing forward. Pap had control of the heavies. They would swing around and attack the right flank. I was hoping that with the confusion from the attack, my squadren, the light armours would sneak around to the rear left, and breach the parimeter before the enemy even knew we were there.
"Tigers" I spoke into the mike "move out!"
Dash's squadren broke into a sprint. With my command helmet, I was able to tap into her squadrens communication band "...slow losers! Move it! We want to get there before sunrise people! Whats the matter with you guys? You're..." I clicked it off with a smile.
"Grizzleys, move out!" Pap's squad slowly moved off. The increadable power of the heavy armour was counteracted by its slow speed. however, they seemed to be making good time. Very good time. Puzzled, I flicked to the Grizzley band "uh, uh, uh, uh, stayen alive! You can tell by the way..." Wincing, i switched that chanel off. Hearing Pap sing Staying Alive was like hearing Kermet the Frog singing The Real Slim Shady. I felt sorry for his squad. Obviously they didn't believe his threat to move faster quickly enough. I waited with my squadren. "Okay Ice!" Dash shouted over the line. "We've got them busy!" I smiled. She sounded happy. She was seemed to be happiest when taking it to the enemy. "Ok squad!" I shouted over the Lightning band "Lets move out!" As one, we ignited our jetpacks, and moved from 0 to 120 mph in .01 of a second. I'd like to see a Ferrari that could beat that. We stoped at about 300 feet, and moved out in a wide circle that would take us to the point behind the base, but keep us out of detection range. I looked down, and saw multiple explosions lighting up the sky at the base of the fortress. Several turrents were still blasting, and I saw a medium, foolishly standing upright, catch an ion bolt to the chest. His armour appeared to have taken the brunt of the wound, but he still staggered and fell over backwards, seemingly unconsious. I shook my head. Dash is going to be pissed. Not that the guy got hit, but that h took a stupid chance. I wondered what was he thinking? Then blinked rapidly as the answer lit up the sky, where the turrent was, or used to be.
"Commander?" a querry on my ear piece snapped me out of my reflections "We're in position."
"Ok" I checked our position. As expected, all of the defenders had moved to the opposate side of the base, to contend with the assulters there.
Time to put phase two into operation. "Grizzley Squadren!" I shouted. A grunt of acknowledgement responded. "Pull back!"
"Yes sir" Pap responded
in the distance, I saw the heavies slowly moving back in an orderly fashion. Some of the defenders, eager to push their advantage, followed. "Tiger Squadren!"
"Yes Ice?" breathed Dash
"Move your squadren back and to the left flank"
"Ok" She responded. By the way, Dash is the only person who calls me Ice. Everyone else says 'Commander' or 'sir'. i guess she's the only person I allow to call me Ice.
In front of me, my plan was unfolding. With The heavies pulling back on the right flank, and the mediums moving towards the left, it seperated the defenders into two groups, neither of whom where considering a third attack party. "Ok guys!" I yelled into my mike "MOVE!"
The troops around me began their attack in whatever way they wanted. Some simply punched their jetpack, and sped at 120 mph into the base. Others gained some more altitude, while a few droped to the ground, and moved in running. I myself, let myself drop to 20 feet, then punched the acceleration, to rate at 120 only 25 feet above the ground. We were nearing the gates. Around me, troops started opening up with their ion guns. I did the same. The turrents, although reacting swiftly, were quickly destroyed without any support from troops. I shot over the gates, and noticed most of the troops doing the same. "Ice!" shouted Dash "It's working! They're breaking up!" I grinned, and flicked my mike to tri setting "All squadrens, push forward and attack!" The defenders, believing they were defeating the enemy, had allowed themselves to be lured beyond the protective walls and turrents, and split into two groups. Suddenly, they had recieved warnings about a parameter breach on the oppisate side of the fort. While they were confused, my troops had pushed forward to attack them from the rear, and Grizzley and Tiger squadrens had shown their true capabilities. I allighted on the front wall, and sighted at the milling enemy, now surrounded by my troops. No mercy. I squezed the trigger.
Daniel sighed. It had been a long day, and the PS374 hierographs still needed to be interpreted. Well, he could leave it till tomorrow. He stood up, and stretched, feeling his spine pop, and straighten. He couldn't wait to go on another mission, somewhere relaxing. His door burst open, and Sam poked her head through. "Daniel, we had a briefing. Where were you?" He smacked his head
"Damn! I forgot all about it, sorry Sam" Sam smiled forgivingly.
"don't worry, we're only going on a routine patrol." Daniel cursed under his breath "Why are we going, why doesn't General Hammond send SG3? Thats their speciality" Sam looked reproving
"daniel, you know SG3 is still under quarintine after that virus scare, SG2 is offworld, and the other SG teams are on leave." Daniel sighed. it would be better than sitting around here anyway.
"So where are we headed, anyway" Sam shrugged.
"Some world, I think its PS593"
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