Authors note: I've noted that some of the other authors put song lyrics in their stories, and it seems pretty cool, so I'm going to also do that. Don't worry though, I'll try to only include one or two verses, that I think are relevent to the story.
Oh, and I don't own Linkin Park, or any of Linkin Park's lyrics.
BTW the section of text enclosed in astrixs *is from the narrators point of view, not Ice*
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What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Di I follow my instincs blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
and give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I,
Sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I,
Try to catch them red handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in lonelyness?
- Linkin Park
Major Carter and co seemed to have taken the news well. I say Major Carter and co, because Colonel O'Neal, although the senier officer, appeared to be a complete moron. "So, these packs you... 'lights' wear, are called 'jump jets' right?" I nodded, curious to his point. "Why?" he asked "They don't make you jump." I looked at him. The Jaffa turned and looked at him. He shrugged, unconcered about the annoying interuption he had caused. "I mean, they make you fly, maybe you should call them 'fly jets'" I sighed in exasperation. His idiotic demeaner was souring an interesting day showing technology to an extremely excited Dr Jackson, and Major Carter. A giggle by my side destracted me from my dark musings. Startled, I turned to see Dash giggling, and gazing like an idiot at Jack. She had been acting like this all week. I didn't know idioticy was contagious. I stepped back slightly from Jack. "Dash!" I snapped, harsher then I intended. She whipped around, offguard, and I was bewildered to see... irritation on her face. "What!" She snapped back. Shocked, I quickly rearanged my face back to stoicism. I as quickly regained control my emotions, I watched her face reflect irritation, then as realisation set in, shock, distress, then, suprisingly, indignation. I quietly spoke "I want you to lead a patrol through the Lixworth region. Take Raptor squadren" For a second, I though she was going to argue with me, but in the end, she simply nodded, and got up. Returning from his happy little world, Jack looked up, and decided to open his mouth. "Hey, we could do with a tour, you know." Dash looked quickly up at me pleadingly, and I sighed, unable to say no to her. There was nothing I could say. Lixworth region had absolutly no threats, so I couldn't tell them it was too dangerous, I had already commited Raptor squadren, so I couldn't change it to a more... loyal squadren, and I couldn't tell the truth, which was that I wanted Dash safely out of the way while I tried to deal with these interlopers. Defeated by my own logic, I relented. "Okay. Two of you tourists can go on the 'tour'." Jack obviously wanted in, as did the Jaffa. I was undecided about this, as I liked both Dr Jackson and Major Carter, and having them around without their worse half would be a relief, but then again, a Jaffa, an enemy, being shown around my territory could not be a good thing, and Jack seemed to be having an adverse effect on Dash... But they had already left to suit up, I could nt reverse my decision now. But, the proverbial says 'there's more than one way to skin a cat'...
Making a decision, I excused myself, leaving Sam looking over the small backup fusion generator that was still powerful enough to power a quarter of New York City, and clicked on my mike "Jason, this is Ice, meet me in my quarters please." Recieving an aknowledgement, I walked quickly through the corridoors to my quarters. To add to defence, all non personal areas were monitered by cameras and turrents. Private conversations would not be private unless in personal quarters, and I didn't want anyone, especially Dash to know what I was planning. I entered my room, and Jason entered five seconds later. "Hey, Commander," He said with a grin "What's up?"
I smiled. Jason was my most loyal leutenant, and a close friend. We had both come from the same black-ops division, and had both volunteered for the experiment that had changed our lives, and, unknowingly, the lives of all the soldiers on Eutopia. He was taller than my 6 foot 2 by 2 inches, gangly, with a mop of red hair. Anyone looking at him would probably think him as an awkward teenager, 19 or perhaps 20, rather than his 25. But his blue eyes were cold, although not as cold as they say my brown eyes were. But then again they called me Ice. Jason generally had command of Lightning squadren, which I believed to be the most loyal of all my squadrens. Not that the others were not loyal, but some missions needed that extra loyalty, and Lightning Squadren had it. Co-incedentally, Raptor squadren was generally run by Dash, and was known to be more... liberal, than the other squadrens, which is the whole reason that Jason was there. The only person I trusted above Jason was Dash, and Dash was acting strangly. "Jason, I want you to join with Raptor Squadren, and keep an eye on our... guests." Jason nodded an affermative, he had probably been expecting this. One does not allow potential enemys free run of your territory. More than one tribe had fallen doing that. Unlike Earth, we on Eutopia learnt from our mistakes. Jason turned to leave, but I stopped him with a hand on his arm. He turned back in inquiringly "and Jason?" I asked in a lower voice. He raised an eyebrow "Keep an eye on Dash" He looked suprised, but kept his questions to himself, nodded, and left. He, like I, had been trained not to question orders.
*Jason crawled away from the camp, as quickly as he dared. After what he had seen, he was in no doubt as to Dash's intentions. He had snuck away as soon as he dared, it was nightfall, and he hoped the darkness would cover his escape. The Commander was right not to trust her, the traitoress bitch. He had to get word back to Commander Ice, before she got back, but more importantly, he could not get caught. The results would be disasterous, the Commander would be without warning. 'And to think that the Commander actually likes her' thought Jason in discust. He had no doubt however, that the Commander would kill her himself, after the report he was about to make... I twig snapped a few feet behind to his right. He froze. He was not far enough from the Raptors to dare take to the skys. Raptor squadren was perhaps the best ariel squadren in the whole Tribe. Perhaps they hadn't seen him... The blast caught him on the side, electrical rods of energy playing over his body. He stiffened, but his light armour caught most of the blow, and was still able to move. His fingers clawed desperatly for his jetpack acelerator, when a second blast hit him from the oppisate side. He stiffened, and fell unconsious. All was quiet. A bush rustled, and a figure causiously stepped our, and walked to the prone body, prodding it with a boot. It didn't move. "I think we got him, Te'elk" Said a relieved Jack. He had seen what the 'Eutopian's' were capable of, and aparently, this guy, Jason was one of the best. As he was musing, a second bush rustled, and a second figure stepped out, on the oppisate side of the body. They both stared down on the body, when it suddenly flipped over onto its back, two 9mm pistols in hand pointed at a stunned Jack. Jack stared at the face of a calm executioner, before it was hit by another burst of electricity, fired by Tealk. Jack, slightly shaken, stared at the now unconsience body of the determined soldier, feeling pity for him. He was only doing his job. But he quickly quashed the emotion. That Ice guy was bad news. If he had got Jasons' report, Daniel and Sam would have been in very real danger. Besides, he'd only wake up with a headache, not two nine mm holes in the head. "You want the head, or the feet?" Jack asked Tealk. Tealk cocked his head. "I do not understand that ritual, O'Neal. Why would I want this mans body part?" Jack just sighed. He really didn't know if Tealk didn't understand the expressions he used, or if he was being a smartass. "Just grab his feet. Okay?" Tealk inclined his head, and picked up the soldier's feet. Jack grunted, and managed to lift the upper body, and the three figures dissapeared quickly into the night.*
Oh, and I don't own Linkin Park, or any of Linkin Park's lyrics.
BTW the section of text enclosed in astrixs *is from the narrators point of view, not Ice*
__________________________________________________________________________________
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Di I follow my instincs blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
and give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I,
Sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I,
Try to catch them red handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in lonelyness?
- Linkin Park
Major Carter and co seemed to have taken the news well. I say Major Carter and co, because Colonel O'Neal, although the senier officer, appeared to be a complete moron. "So, these packs you... 'lights' wear, are called 'jump jets' right?" I nodded, curious to his point. "Why?" he asked "They don't make you jump." I looked at him. The Jaffa turned and looked at him. He shrugged, unconcered about the annoying interuption he had caused. "I mean, they make you fly, maybe you should call them 'fly jets'" I sighed in exasperation. His idiotic demeaner was souring an interesting day showing technology to an extremely excited Dr Jackson, and Major Carter. A giggle by my side destracted me from my dark musings. Startled, I turned to see Dash giggling, and gazing like an idiot at Jack. She had been acting like this all week. I didn't know idioticy was contagious. I stepped back slightly from Jack. "Dash!" I snapped, harsher then I intended. She whipped around, offguard, and I was bewildered to see... irritation on her face. "What!" She snapped back. Shocked, I quickly rearanged my face back to stoicism. I as quickly regained control my emotions, I watched her face reflect irritation, then as realisation set in, shock, distress, then, suprisingly, indignation. I quietly spoke "I want you to lead a patrol through the Lixworth region. Take Raptor squadren" For a second, I though she was going to argue with me, but in the end, she simply nodded, and got up. Returning from his happy little world, Jack looked up, and decided to open his mouth. "Hey, we could do with a tour, you know." Dash looked quickly up at me pleadingly, and I sighed, unable to say no to her. There was nothing I could say. Lixworth region had absolutly no threats, so I couldn't tell them it was too dangerous, I had already commited Raptor squadren, so I couldn't change it to a more... loyal squadren, and I couldn't tell the truth, which was that I wanted Dash safely out of the way while I tried to deal with these interlopers. Defeated by my own logic, I relented. "Okay. Two of you tourists can go on the 'tour'." Jack obviously wanted in, as did the Jaffa. I was undecided about this, as I liked both Dr Jackson and Major Carter, and having them around without their worse half would be a relief, but then again, a Jaffa, an enemy, being shown around my territory could not be a good thing, and Jack seemed to be having an adverse effect on Dash... But they had already left to suit up, I could nt reverse my decision now. But, the proverbial says 'there's more than one way to skin a cat'...
Making a decision, I excused myself, leaving Sam looking over the small backup fusion generator that was still powerful enough to power a quarter of New York City, and clicked on my mike "Jason, this is Ice, meet me in my quarters please." Recieving an aknowledgement, I walked quickly through the corridoors to my quarters. To add to defence, all non personal areas were monitered by cameras and turrents. Private conversations would not be private unless in personal quarters, and I didn't want anyone, especially Dash to know what I was planning. I entered my room, and Jason entered five seconds later. "Hey, Commander," He said with a grin "What's up?"
I smiled. Jason was my most loyal leutenant, and a close friend. We had both come from the same black-ops division, and had both volunteered for the experiment that had changed our lives, and, unknowingly, the lives of all the soldiers on Eutopia. He was taller than my 6 foot 2 by 2 inches, gangly, with a mop of red hair. Anyone looking at him would probably think him as an awkward teenager, 19 or perhaps 20, rather than his 25. But his blue eyes were cold, although not as cold as they say my brown eyes were. But then again they called me Ice. Jason generally had command of Lightning squadren, which I believed to be the most loyal of all my squadrens. Not that the others were not loyal, but some missions needed that extra loyalty, and Lightning Squadren had it. Co-incedentally, Raptor squadren was generally run by Dash, and was known to be more... liberal, than the other squadrens, which is the whole reason that Jason was there. The only person I trusted above Jason was Dash, and Dash was acting strangly. "Jason, I want you to join with Raptor Squadren, and keep an eye on our... guests." Jason nodded an affermative, he had probably been expecting this. One does not allow potential enemys free run of your territory. More than one tribe had fallen doing that. Unlike Earth, we on Eutopia learnt from our mistakes. Jason turned to leave, but I stopped him with a hand on his arm. He turned back in inquiringly "and Jason?" I asked in a lower voice. He raised an eyebrow "Keep an eye on Dash" He looked suprised, but kept his questions to himself, nodded, and left. He, like I, had been trained not to question orders.
*Jason crawled away from the camp, as quickly as he dared. After what he had seen, he was in no doubt as to Dash's intentions. He had snuck away as soon as he dared, it was nightfall, and he hoped the darkness would cover his escape. The Commander was right not to trust her, the traitoress bitch. He had to get word back to Commander Ice, before she got back, but more importantly, he could not get caught. The results would be disasterous, the Commander would be without warning. 'And to think that the Commander actually likes her' thought Jason in discust. He had no doubt however, that the Commander would kill her himself, after the report he was about to make... I twig snapped a few feet behind to his right. He froze. He was not far enough from the Raptors to dare take to the skys. Raptor squadren was perhaps the best ariel squadren in the whole Tribe. Perhaps they hadn't seen him... The blast caught him on the side, electrical rods of energy playing over his body. He stiffened, but his light armour caught most of the blow, and was still able to move. His fingers clawed desperatly for his jetpack acelerator, when a second blast hit him from the oppisate side. He stiffened, and fell unconsious. All was quiet. A bush rustled, and a figure causiously stepped our, and walked to the prone body, prodding it with a boot. It didn't move. "I think we got him, Te'elk" Said a relieved Jack. He had seen what the 'Eutopian's' were capable of, and aparently, this guy, Jason was one of the best. As he was musing, a second bush rustled, and a second figure stepped out, on the oppisate side of the body. They both stared down on the body, when it suddenly flipped over onto its back, two 9mm pistols in hand pointed at a stunned Jack. Jack stared at the face of a calm executioner, before it was hit by another burst of electricity, fired by Tealk. Jack, slightly shaken, stared at the now unconsience body of the determined soldier, feeling pity for him. He was only doing his job. But he quickly quashed the emotion. That Ice guy was bad news. If he had got Jasons' report, Daniel and Sam would have been in very real danger. Besides, he'd only wake up with a headache, not two nine mm holes in the head. "You want the head, or the feet?" Jack asked Tealk. Tealk cocked his head. "I do not understand that ritual, O'Neal. Why would I want this mans body part?" Jack just sighed. He really didn't know if Tealk didn't understand the expressions he used, or if he was being a smartass. "Just grab his feet. Okay?" Tealk inclined his head, and picked up the soldier's feet. Jack grunted, and managed to lift the upper body, and the three figures dissapeared quickly into the night.*